Momo
I felt the pain in my chest immediately. I looked down in surprise. The last thing that I had had ever expected to see, Shiro, was your own sword sticking out of me in the same place his had not too long ago. Ironically, after that, the only pain I felt was from inside myself. The second you turned your sword on me, my soul started to rip itself apart. Is this how you felt when I turned my sword against you? But I apologized, didn't I? I said I was sorry even as I attacked you. To see you looking at me, just looking, with that empty look in your eyes is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.
You had always acted as if you liked me, well tolerated me at least. Did that change recently? I know I haven't been the easiest person in the world to deal with lately, but that doesn't mean you had to stab me!—Wait—Why are you calling me Aizen? Do you think I'm him is that why you tried to kill me? It's not because you hate me now? You didn't change your mind about protecting me? At the same time that the relief hit me –you don't hate me at all—so did the pain. The real stuff this time, not the self-inflicted suffering. I could feel the blackout coming, but before I died, I wanted to make sure, I needed to know if you loved me, as much as I loved you. "Shiro………. Why?" I whispered, but I could see from your face that you didn't understand why I asked. You thought that I didn't know why you stabbed me.
But that isn't what I'm asking you. What I'm asking is why you became my angel, why you tried to give your life for me. I wanted to know why you came by my room every day, even when I was unconscious, and why you asked about me every time you contacted the soul society after you got posted in the human world. I wanted to know why you nearly dropped straight out of the sky after I showed up to help fight. I wanted to know if you loved me too. But now the darkness is creeping though my vision, and I give up, realizing that I'll never know the answer. Sorry, Shiro.
Toshiro
No. God no. No. No no no nononononono! I have to be wrong. Please tell me I'm wrong. Please, someone, something, anything, tell me that this isn't really Momo. Someone tell me that my sword isn't sticking through this poor girl, piercing her heart, cutting her life short. Her blood is leaking out of her, staining my hands red, and I know, with some deep intuition that this blood is never coming off. There will never be a second in the day when I don't think of her.
Her mouth opens and two soft, blood choked words slip through her lips. "Shiro……… Why?" she murmurs, and with those walls, your world crashes. You can practically see you sanity, which has been fraying for a while, being ripped to pieces around you Why, why, why…..? Your voice echoes through my head, and it's tearing me apart. I can feel the tears pushing at the back of my eyes, but for some reason, they don't come. It's almost like I can't cry. And I realize that I do feel strangely numb. As if something small and important deep inside my chest has just been shattered.
And as the light dims from your eyes, you try to open your mouth again, like you're trying to say something. But nothing comes out. You eyes go dark, and at that moment, I snap. The shriek that tears its way out of me doesn't even begin to compare to the one inside my soul. And as I turn, I feel the sword biting into me, and I can't help but wonder if this was what you felt. And as my blood flows out of me, and mixes with yours, I can only think one thing.
I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I never meant to hurt you .I wanted to protect you. I always would've done anything in my power to save you. And look what a job I've done. I only ever meant to keep you alive, but in the end, I'm what kills you. I'm sorry, Momo, my angel. I'm sorry.