Shiro POV:
"I can't… I can't do it Shiro! Please don't force me to…" Ichigo pleaded as his teary eyes made contact with mine. He was scared, and I was too. I couldn't stop from shaking, but I wanted it to end; all the pain I felt, and all the guilt to come to a close. My life was shit anyways. My father told me when I was young that everything I touch I'll destroy, and boy was he right. I was poisoning everyone around me; I intoxicated everyone with my lies, twisting and manipulating people to my will. I killed all those who were of no use to me, but I don't regret it. People are like sheep, they need someone to lead them, I just offer salvation. Now all the lies I've told, and all the lives I've broken are coming back to haunt me, but I'm not afraid. In fact I find it amusing, plus if I had to choose whose hand to die by, then I would choose to die at the hands of my orange haired lover.
"Please don't make me do this…" I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard Ichigo sobbing. He wasn't a killer, and asking him to kill me was too much for him to handle. But, I was somewhat desperate and I wanted to die.
"Ichi just pull the damn trigger all ready!" I shouted, my patience wearing thin. My eyes narrowed as he tensed up. Shit! I'm running out of time! In a matter of moments, Aizen's lackeys will kick in the door, and drag me back to Los Noches where they will most likely kill me. I can't waste any more time. I need Ichigo to kill me, and then run. Run as fast as his long legs can carry him. If he was to ever get caught by Aizen, and I wasn't there to stop him I...quickly shaking my head, I ended that train of thought. This is not the time to be thinking about things like that. Growling low in my throat, I glared at the orange head across from me.
"Ichi stop being a pussy and shoot me already!" I exclaimed, twitching when my voice came out panicky. Ichigo just closed his eyes tightly, shaking his head back and forth.
"I won't do it… I love you too much!" He shouted after a second, his eyes scrunched closed as he trembled. The silver gun shook in his hands, the barrel pointed towards the ground in front of him.
I stared up at the white ceiling, and sighed. I can't win with him! He always does the opposite of what I want, but I love that about him. I never could figure him out, he was hard to read, and he was unpredictable, A true, fierce fire ball. I think that was what drew me to him.
"Shit times up…" I mumbled as a blue haired man tackled Ichigo, and took the gun out his hand.
"Let go of me!" He yelled, thrashing in the man's hold. I glanced over at him, and gave him a warm smile, not even trying to hide the pain simmering in my golden eyes.
"Ichigo ya should have pulled the damn trigger…" I murmured as I was dragged out of the hotel we had rented. I could still hear Ichigo's yells at the end of the hallway. I didn't want him to witness this...
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Author's notes: I got bored and start to write and this is what I came up with, I'm still trying to write something fluffy.
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