Hello people! I'm back with another story, only this time it's Bleach and not Soul Eater :)

I'm at a bit of a loss for where to go with my Soul Eater fanfics, but I suppose I'll write on them again eventually ^^;

Chapters will be much longer then this intro, I merely just wanted to start of the story with this. I WILL WARN YOU NOW, THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 293 AND BEYOND.

I suppose eventually there may be slightly graphic content in here, thus why it is rated M.

Enjoy! (And no, I'm not the glorious owner of this fantastic series. I don't own anything accept this storyline.)


Introduction

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, the irises behind the lids filled with a fear and misunderstanding. She could feel the blade inside of her body, but not the pain. The blood leaked down the blade as Aizen's illusion faded, and everyone stared in astonishment at what had happened. The one who had plunged his blade into her was shaking now, she could feel him shaking next to her. They glided slowly to the ground, not uttering a word, or even a breath.

When they touched the ground, her head rolled around and into his chest, "Sh-shiro-chan?" she paused and looked to the sky, finally feeling the blood rushing out of her wound, "Why?"

His shock snapped like a tight cord and tore a tremendous scream from his mouth. Everyone around winced from the pain that oozed from his expression, to his tense body, and to the noises he was now making. She was passing into unconsciousness, and maybe even fatality.

The thoughts rushing through his head were scrambled, and not planned out. He set her down, and charged recklessly, his eyes filled with a mixture of rage and fear. The man who was his target muttered something incomprehensible, and raised his sword. In the next moment, everybody was shrieking his name, and then flash stepping towards the man who was their enemy. The boy who was in pain had fallen, quite literally. His left side had been slashed mercilessly, and he finally understood what Aizen had mutter, "You're full of openings."

He plummeted.

He was bleeding. He didn't care. People were dying, trying to cut down their one common enemy. He didn't care. His wound was one that might make him die. He didn't care. The one who actually emotionally touched him was dying.

He cared so much, that maybe he would die of heart break instead of this profuse bleeding.

Trying to scrample to her on all fours, he shakily slipped on his own blood and fell, losing consciousness. Toshiro Hitsugaya would never trust himself again, but he would do anything and everything in his being to protect that girl.

"I... Love you... Hinamori..." What he would think to be his dying thought.

He was satisfied with the death of such a monster.


I'll try not to leave it on a cliffy for too long, this time ;)