Blood.
It was glorious. Watching the glistening drops fall to stain the ground a dark red.
He barely noticed that it was he who was bleeding, not his opponent. So caught up in the fight that he didn't notice his muscles failing, feet and hands getting shakier.
The ring of swords clashing, sparks flying, his arm weakening and hardly able to lift his blade to defend himself from the onslaught of spirit power and slashes coming his way.
Finally, he slipped in a puddle of his own blood. Falling gracelessly to the ground, he laid there on his stomach, not able to move an inch. His body was failing, he knew this. And by the amount of red liquid that surrounded him, he knew he didn't have much longer.
Turning his head to the side, he looked up at his killer. The one who had answered his plea for destruction.
Clear emerald eyes stared down at him, the usually emotionless depths held something that he had never seen there before. He hoped it was love.
His vision started to go black around the edges, the last of his blood draining out onto the gore soaked battleground. A sigh left him, blood flecking his pale pink lips. Then blessed numbness settled on his body.
But just before he completely lost himself to the black void, he heard three whispered words, right against his ear.
"I love you Grimmjow."
A/N: Man that was depressing. At least it was for me and it came out of nowhere. I nearly cried at the end and what's funny is that when I started typing this I was very frustrated and angry. XD Just goes to show how unpredictable writing is. Hope you liked my random dabble and please do not bash me for killing Grimmjow. He is my favorite character in fact so don't accuse me of playing favorites. =]