Takes place some time after "kiss"

MAJOR CHARA DEATH WARNING, blood, abuse


She licked her lips. They were bloodstained, just like anything else about her. Just like anything all around her. Just like the whole world was.

Blood. Blood, blood. Blood everywhere, on her lips, on her clothes, on the floor, on the corpse next to her. Kimi had wanted to help her, had wanted to help her so desperately, but she hadn't been able too. Not only that she was already weak because of the wounds she had suffered from their enemies' hands. She had made the futile attempt to heal. To stop something from happening the six Arrancar women wanted to happen.

Kimi hadn't survived. Neither had the unborn child.

Yuzu stifled her sobs and tried to hold herself from crying. The sticky blood between her legs, the small being, too small too live like this, that lay in the puddle. The arrancar's grins. It was too much, yet she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of crying. She wouldn't.

Her voice was sore, just as her body was. Speaking hurt, as all of her hurt, and it was an hard task to even raise her head, yet talk. But she wouldn't keep quiet. How could she?

"Happy now?" The words came flat, even. It sounded just as worn out as she was, and she didn't care at all. What should she have cared for now? There was just nothing left.

Rin was dead. He had died weeks before, had died in the middle of an battle, and she had tried to keep going. Had tried to do what had to been done. Help as much as she could. But then, her father had died as well. He had been trying to protect the two healers, herself and Kimi, but they had been too many. Isshin had been a shinigami captain; they were by four, and two of them were Espada.

They had killed him in front of the girls' eyes. Then, the Espada had turned away and left the two weak, less important enemies' for their fraccion to deal with. The fraccion had been pleased. Playthings.

Of which one was already broken. Or rather, two were broken... Out of three.

And the last thing that could have reminded her of Rin was gone as well.

They had been so happy; had been so happy to have a child, had been so happy about their child being born in times of this, a light of hope into the darkness of war. Of course it would have been hard, but they would have happily coped with every hardness. And then, when her husband had died, she had found relief in the fact that there would be new life born that carried parts of him.

But now it was gone.

Was gone because she had been captured.

Because they had thought it to be funny. To beat her and Kimi up, to drive their feet into her stomach too often too count. Until...

She wouldn't cry.

"Happy now." One of them, the one with the long black hair, grinned mischievously. "Your shinigami bastard is dead."

She gulped. They had known?

"Yeah... And when we will be ready dealing with you, you will have forgotten about the father of it as well." And that moment, Yuzu understood. She understood even before Menoli told her.

"You won't have children. We won't allow you to experience anything that we won't have... But pain."