Dust Falling

Orihime/Ichigo

Orihime was in a daze as she lay sprawled on her back, blood slowly seeping out of her forcibly opened stomach. She could hardly think straight as the clashing of swords resonated in her ear drums. She opened her eyes as dark unforgiving moonlight greeted her. She fixed her eyes at the darkened sky as dust filtered in the watery moonlight. She oddly felt content, the pain had been breathtaking when a pale hand had intruded her white clothed stomach but after a few minutes of deep gasps the pain had subsided into a gentle comforting throb. She had done everything she had set out to do and there was no longer a fighting instinct to live in her.

She smiled faintly as she felt pride well up in her small form. She had destroyed the Hougyoku. The small gem that would eventually cause the downfall of both worlds, and she with her gentle heart and ditzy personality the one who had been seen as weak and always needed to be protected had done it. Everyone would say that the price was small, one seemingly insignificant life in return for the continuation of the human race even though it was a bittersweet trade with fate she understood and accepted that it was needed.

She blinked rapidly as her vision blurred, dust particles dancing in the still wind. Silent tears racked slashes down her rapidly cooling cheeks as she wondered where Ichigo was. She wished she would have told him how much he meant to her, that even though everyone else shrugged it off as just a crush or a devoted friend she knew deep inside her heart that it was real. She always daydreamed that if she were to ever die in battle he would be sitting next to her holding her hand while crying as she finally passed into the next world. Instead she was lying alone in a pool of her own blood, her white dress unrecognizable as the pure color it once was stained by her warm blood.

Her once bright orange hair was matted and dirty as sand weighed down her flowing hair. She wished that someone was with her, at that moment she didn't care who it was she just didn't want to die alone. What about her last words? Nobody would be there to hear them, they would glide away with the light wind that had picked up and be lost forever.

She knew that this was it. She slowly and with much effort rolled onto her stomach, as sand stuck to her open wound making her wince in retaliation. She pulled her hand out from beneath her as she plunged her finger into the cold sand. She languidly moved her finger through the sand as dust rose up, clouding around her. When she was content she laid her head down on her now exposed hand and closed her eyes. Orihime Inoue died with no ties and no regrets, the image of a complete princess carved into time. The last image she saw was of silvery flecks of dust shifting in the air.

After the fight, when mortalities were counted and the injured rounded up they found her lifeless body. Her head posed perfectly on her creamy hand as blood pattered off the front of her robes. Beside her cold figure etched into the sand in cursive writing was a simple sentence

People living deeply have no fear of death.

Omg why am I such a procrastinator? LOL I wrote this while trying to put off a psychology, drama, and english essay. Ahh well my lazy habits occupy your lives right? so whose complaining? :P For some reason though this took me longer then anything I have written I don't know why :S maybe i'm losing my creative touch :'( Well anyways thanks for your time and I hope that you enjoyed it.

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Amanda-Hime

P.S.: This Story Will Make My 10th One. YAY DOUBLE DIGITS :) So be sure to check out my other one's!!