Sorry for shortness
Ichigo lay in the bed, his breath coming in and out in short, raspy gasps. His whole body burned and ached, and he was too hot yet he was too cold at the same time. He could barely move. Shiro sat on the bed next to him, gold eyes worried as they stared down at him. He'd been in this state for nearly three hours, and midnight had come and passed only one of those hours ago. Shiro's hand was clasped between both of his bound ones, the only form of comfort the demon could give at this point. "Ichigo?" the demon asked in an almost whimper. He was beyond beyond beyond worried.
"Sh-sh-shiro..." Ichigo managed to say, managing to grip the demon's hand a little tighter.
Shiro gripped Ichigo tighter. "You okay?"
"I-I don't know... Sh-shiro, I'm scared..." Ichigo whispered.
"Calm down, it's going to be fine" Shiro muttered, clasping Ichigo's hand tightly. His mind was racing, wondering if this was his fault. Well technically its was his father's for bringing Ichigo here but he was the reason his father bought him here.
"It's not... you know it's not..." The angel muttered, looking over and up at him, his eyes fluttering as he fought to keep them open.
"It is…It has to be!" Shiro panicked.
"Sh-shiro, I want you to know something..." His hands tightened slightly around Shiro's.
"What?" Shiro asked quietly.
"I... I want you to know..." He trailed off into a hiccup, having to catch his breath the best he could after before he could speak again. "Th-that I love you... So much... p-please don't forget that... please..." His voice was only a whisper and full of desperation, his breath speeding up for a few moments before it slowed, his eyes barely open.
Shiro's eyes widened. "Ichigo…" he started. "I love you too…more than you would ever know" he breathed.
"Oh... Good..." The angel breathed, his breath slowing further.
"Ichigo! Keep breathing..." Shiro whimpered.
"Shi... I'm so tired..." Ichigo murmured, his grip loosening on Shiro's hand.
"Stay awake Ichi!" Shiro called.
Shiro's voice was so far off to Ichigo. Like an echo through water. He felt himself slipping away slowly. He felt the burn in his wings and the heat of his body slowly disappear, and he welcomed it. The relief was just too great. He let go.
"ICHIGO!" Shiro screamed, his hands gripping Ichigo's hands tightly. "WAKE UP! … Please…start laughing and tell me this is a joke or something…please just wake up!" Shiro cried.
Shiro's cries were useless now. ... Ichigo was gone.
Shiro continued to scream, trying to wake Ichigo up. "Shiro…he's gone," Mugetsu stated.
Shiro looked at the black haired angel. "How long were you there?"
"Long enough to know you really liked Ichigo and he really liked you." Mugetsu sighed.
"…He can't really be dead..." Shiro sniffed.
"Shiro…I'm sorry but he is." the fallen angel sighed.
"…I loved him and now he's gone..." Shiro said quietly.
"I know Shiro, I know..." the black haired angel sighed, he had fallen, lost his family, then he and Ichigo found each other, only for Ichigo to die.
"At least I have him in my memories and heart…" Shiro sighed. "…and he gave me a reason to beat the living shit out of my father." the albino added.
Mugetsu sighed, watching as Shiro leaned over and kissed each of Ichigo's closed eyes.
The end
Shiro: *crying and wailing like a baby*
Sorry everyone...we killed Ichigo...though I personally liked some of your guys' ideas of how Ichigo could have lived...and Shiro stop burning my Disney movies
Shiro: THEY DIDN'T HELP ME SAVE ICHIGO *still crying and wailing*
Sorry Shiro ^^; Please review guys...hope you enjoyed the story
And we have a bonus thingy to add later...I will ask Via about it
It's a little short story Shiro wrote shortly after Ichigo's death...Mugetsu helped him
