It had almost overwhelmed him. He had been sorrowfully lacking such immense beauty. The world and its spectrum of colours brightened up before him. Sight was within his grasp.
He could see... How beautiful it was! He could see everything!
Blue
The sky, which went on endlessly onto the horizon.
Red
Blood from his former wounded, beaten, broken comrades, laying in agony, spread out across the chaos.
White
The puffy clouds, swirling in the upper abyss. The cloaks of the shinigami. Cloaks that he had once worn.
Brown
Sajin Konomura, the hideous canine beast. A feral monstrosity unlike anything his imagination could conspire to create. The earth itself. Rocks from beneath the crust from the warfare of the spirits.
Gray
The world, much as his beliefs described. Buildings and rubble. Tall structures with towering lengths. The false town. Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō striking down against him, easily deflected away from personal harm.
Black
His shadow as he towered over the captain of the 7th division, brought to his limit, smashed into the ground. His Hollow form, gracefully afloat in the air.
Crimson
Blood running down his insecticidal forehead. Blood dripping down from his body. Blood that violently spewed from out of his mouth. The blade ran down into his cervical, piercing his trachea. Words could not come to him.
Words. Words that meant nothing. Words that could not describe adequately the ideals he followed. Justice was inexpressible. Justice which believed in so much he would devote himself to that ideal to uphold it. He believed in justice, for the sake of his friend. His friend who did not get the justice she rightfully deserved. He could not let such an act go unpunished. Justice was not forgiving the murderer of someone so special. He needed to avenge his fallen friend. He thirsted for revenge. Peace and harmony without vengeance was truly despicable.
Darkness....
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Their eyes stared down at him, though not with rage or anger or the viciousness he had expected. The wolf looked sorrowful. He had been his friend, his companion. He had been the first person who did not make the anthropomorphic canine feel like a complete outsider. They had been close, yet their blades eventually crossed, as did their fates, one against the other, and that was the outcome.
He could just barely make out the other man. A slender form with spiked hair and a slight marking on his face. That had to be Hisagi. The one he had genuinely devastated with his defection. One he had turned against, one of many betrayed in the name less bloodshed. Justice. Revenge.
His visual senses were hazy. He scarcely saw through the perceived mist, his hollow powers keeping him alive, beyond the impossible. If only he could see his face...
He could still see...
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Nothing
Darkness
His own twilight, and yet, it had been beautiful.
This is an idea I've had on my mind for forever now (more like three or so months). Bleach villains are awesome, and I tend to connect with characters who are compassionate about justice. Hence, a Tousen fic! There is some stuff/wording in this fic that bugs me, so if ever I'm looking at this again, I may re-edit this. Literally wrote it in about an hour and a half, which may be a personal record for me. Hope you enjoyed it! =)