The four of them stared down the hill where it all finally ended. Where they disposed of every single body that remained of Aizen's army, said man the first one going, literally, down the pit.
One was a small female, onyx hair in a strangely shaped mushroom hairstyle, deep violet eyes staring down at the pit, and then at her secret lover. He was taller than all of the four of them, with striking orange hair, and amber eyes, clashing against his tanned skin. He too stared down at the pit with relieved eyes.
The other pair was a tall'ish white haired man, striking green eyes glaring coldly at the pit near the edges of Karakura. His arm was around the last person, a medium-sized girl with waist-long onyx hair, and deep, grey eyes.
They all wore the same torn, caked with blood, and muddied shihakushos.
Their zanpakutous all lay on the ground, resting at last.
The tallest blinked.
"What now?"
His sister, the one with the white haired man, glared at him.
"How the heck should we know? It's not up to us to decide the world's fate." Despite his usual fiery behavior, he just shook his head.
"No, I mean…us. I mean, you and me are humans. Gifted, but nevertheless, humans. And we…love people who are shinigami. There is no longer a reason for us to coexist."
The two certified shinigami glanced at eachother.
"About that…" Rukia said in a conversational tone.
"…we already found a way." Just as Ichigo was about to turn around and ask, he felt his lover's sandaled foot planted on his butt, pushing him towards the pit.
With a shrilly scream totally not worth of a man, much less a war hero, Kurosaki Ichigo met his human end at the bottom of the pit.
Karin's eyes widened, but before she could say anything, her lover grabbed her arms and launched her forward, and before she could have the same fate as her brother, she held herself on the pit's edge. Toushiro crouched before her, and she glared at him.
"I hate you."
He blinked.
"You'll forgive me after sex."
"Don't count on-"
"See ya love." He yanked her hands from the edge, and her angry voice was echoing along the city all the way from her fall.
"TOUSHIRO YOU MOTHER FUCKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!" And as she fell, the two shinigami stared indifferently down the pit, once again.
"Think they'll forgive us?" Rukia asked. Toushiro scoffed.
"They better do, after all the fucking drama they made us go through." Turning their backs to the pit, they both walked back to the senkaimon, hoping to see their lovers in afterlife.
On the distance, Matsumoto raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I surely didn't see THAT one coming."