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Chapter 10
Shinji wasn't invited to her funeral. It's complicated. Her mother's words still rang in his head like a deafening fire alarm. The Head-Captain didn't do anything about it either. No one did. So Shinji took the hint and set out for a mission on the day of the memorial service.
It was for the better too. Before he had left for the World of the Living, he was suffocated by condolences and mourning. It was always a huge matter when a Captain or Lieutenant died in the Gotei, let alone a prodigy like Hayako. No…she wasn't a prodigy –that would require brains and Hayako had always been too brash to think before she jumped. She was just incredibly brave. She was strong until the end, going out on her own terms instead of someone else's. That was always Hayako, stubborn and determined.
And in the end…it was the death of her.
And now, the youngest Kenpachi was dead. Most weren't sure if that was a good thing or not. There was no denying that something was odd about Hayako ever since she killed her predecessor. She had become bloodthirsty and unloving during a fight –the only thing on her mind was to win, and if that meant killing her opponent then so be it. Maybe Death had taken pity on her depraved soul and had set her to rest before she would become the monster she was bound to become.
"Hayako…" Shinji sucked the cold, morning air in sharply. Her gravestone was so dull in color, so unlike her. He rested his forehead against it but it didn't make him feel any closer to her. Her body wasn't underneath the ground beneath him; no grave in the Soul Society had a body in them.
He just wished he had been given the chance to tell her all the things he had been thinking. How he loved the absurd coloring of her hair. How he missed being children together. How she was his best friend, the only one he would die for. How he wanted to be the first one to touch her lips with his. How he wanted to piss off her family by marrying her. How he had always loved her, ever since the first day he had been hired to be her loyal servant.
And now…
Now she was dead. Deader than the dead. Maybe this was the Soul King's funny way of saying that this never would have worked out, that she and he would always be too different. She, a noble; he, a peasant. She, a Kenpachi going insane; he, a normal lieutenant. She, dead; he, alive.
He sighed, kissed her grave. And left.