So, I updated quickly because one, you guys seem very suberged within this story (Which i'm very grateful) and two... well i'm pretty much writing on the spot, in honest, i sometimes don't know exactly what i'll write, i have a general idea, but then something will lead to another and hey, appearently it works haha. Anyway, here's the next segment, thanks so much for reading and the reviews!

Disclaimer; I don't own Bleach, only Keiyori

10:30

Keiyori didn't know what to do. Stay in her room like she had for the last ten hours, or go to his room? She paced furiously, his life was going to end in less than two hours.. She gripped her bangs as more tears flowed from her eyes. An emotional wreck, that's all she was. She could scream, kick, shout, yell, hell even bite, and it would get her no where with that man. Even after begging for more time, begging that she would do anything as long as there was more time, that she would give her own life up, anything.

She was desperate, she didn't want the plug to be pulled, she didn't want to imagine the heart line going to the same monotone flat ring, or know that his lungs wouldn't gain air and that his heart would stop. She didn't want to know all of that, she didn't want him to leave her. He promised her. He promised her that he wouldn't die.

"God damnit Jushiro you promised!" She screamed, kicking the nearest object, a poor chair, before falling to her knees, sobbing. She hadn't lost control of herself since Miyako's and Kaien's death, and now, knowing that the source of her sanity was soon to die, she was ready to be shipped to a mental hospital. She bit her lip until it bleed, she screamed and cursed his name, then sobbed even more, before kicking more things.

She was nothing but a small child throwing a tantrum when it didn't get their way. She was reverting back to her younger self, to her orphaned self. Yet it was her orphaned self that got her in the trouble, into the near death fever she had before Miyako found her, and it was this reversed orphan self that would soon make her do something she wouldn't be able to reverse.

Keiyori leaned against the wall, catching her breath, trying to calm down. He had no control, so why was she blaming him? There was no one to blame but Faith itself, it was meant to be like this. It must be Faith to not be able to confess to Jushiro, to not be able to see his reaction. It must have been Faith for her to only yearn for his affection than actually have it. Was this the turmoil she had put him through? To know that the person he wanted, was so close, just in his reach but at the same time so far away? What she was going through now, how long had he gone through it?

She felt ashamed, reducing herself to a small child, to tears, to a mental mess. She looked around at her wrecked room done by her own two hands. "What the hell's wrong with me?" She whispered, holding her knees and burying her head into her knees.

Despite her level-headed calmness, Keiyori was actually very young, a child. She always seemed like a mature girl, always referring to hang with those who preferred just sitting and talking than those who wanted to party until 3. But in this chaos, she was lost, not being able to find someone who could help her get through this, she was alone, and it scared her. She didn't want to be alone, she didn't want to be by herself, not without him in her life.

11:45

Keiyori couldn't let it happen. She ran out of the division. She couldn't let him die, not after she had seen him suffer through his tuberculosis attacks, from the easy gentle ones to the hard rough attacks, and she couldn't let him die. She didn't care if she would become a child, with screaming, kicking, yelling, but she would be defending a man she loved, she would be trying to save the man she loved…

Retsu, Ukitake-sama and Shunsui stood in the room. While Ukitake-sama kept his eyes on the clock, the two friends kept their eyes on their friend, hoping that he would wake up. Retsu was taken back that Keiyori wasn't here, that she wasn't by her taichou's side until the very end, but then again Retsu felt that Keiyori's emotions towards her taichou were more than loyalty, and she could understand the girl not wanting to see him on his death.

"It's noon now, let him go." Ukitake-sama replied.

Retsu took one last look Jushiro, before giving a grieving sigh, and went to shut the machine off.

"Please don't!"

The three looked over, seeing Keiyori leaning against the door frame, gasping for breath, "Please Unohana-taichou, please, don't…" She spoke, begging, her voice hoarse from crying.

Retsu looked at the poor girl, and she didn't want to do this, end the man's life, but she had to comply with the wish.

"Ignore the girl." Ukitake-sama said, "Just cut my son off so he can move on."

"No!" Keiyori screamed, walking over.

Shunsui grabbed the girl, "Keiyori, please… don't make this harder than it is.."

"No! You can't do this! You can't take him away! You can't! Please!" She screamed, one arm reaching for Jushiro, while the other gripped to Shunsui's arm. "Please.." She begged as the tears rolled from her eyes, "You can't…"

Ukitake-sama looked at the girl, "Did you not listen to what I told you yesterday? You-"

"I don't care! I've had my parents taken from me and Ukitake-taichou was the only one to keep me sane! Even when I thought I would die facing Aizen he kept me sane, you can't take him away! You can't take away the man I love god damnit!" She screamed, not caring if it sounded selfish or childish, she was being truthful, "Please.." She begged as she began to sob, "Please don't…" She whispered.

Even with such a displace of emotion, Ukitake-sama didn't budge, like cold hard stone he wouldn't move from his opinion. He didn't want to bury his son, he didn't want his son to die before him, but he didn't want his son to lie on the bed, becoming nothing but a useless mass, to be forgotten. He only looked at Retsu, "Ignore her."

The words shot into Keiyori harder than any physical pain and she gripped onto Shunsui tighter, and he held her, stroking her hair, trying to calm her down.

"I can't." Retsu spoke, a smile on her face.

Keiyori looked at her, not believing what she saw. Shunsui smiled though, patting the girl's head, "It's about time, Jushiro."

Jushiro's eyes were partly opened, his breathing still heavy and ragged, his chest still in immense pain; but he was alive. He didn't know exactly how he was still able to live, still able to breath, but he could hear the screams, the pleads, her voice, her confession. He always thought that if he was able to tell her, or for her to have the same feelings that he could die happily, but to hear her screams he just couldn't leave her. Not like this anyway.

Keiyori fell limp in Shunsui's arm, he was alive. ALIVE. The tears that ran down her face weren't that of sorrow, grief, pain, oh no, they were of overwhelming joy and relief.