The time has come – the end is nigh :( I've had such fun writing this book but unfortunately it has now come to a close.

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A month. That was how long it had been since the rock star, Grimmjow Jeagerjacques, had died. Except it wasn't the typical famous and tragic death concerning alcohol or drugs – it was murder. The hospital had released to the press that he had died from severe damage to the heart. What they didn't tell them was that it was a bullet that had hit his heart.

The media had already guessed that the hospital had been keeping this information hidden. They were the paparazzi; it was their job to find out the truth! However, that didn't stop them from making up their own scenarios. After all, no-one knew what truly happened.

But that wasn't strictly true . . .

Ichigo knew. Shiro too. They had both told the police the full story, who had arrived soon after the blunette had passed. As a result, Isshin had been taken into custody and later prison. He was sentenced to life, mainly because of the fact that he killed a pop-idol, but that still didn't give Ichigo any reassurance nor did it ease his culpable mind.

It was safe to say, the media didn't believe this story. Weeks ago they had been eager to expose the couple's love life and yet when the truth turned and stared them in the eye they pretended to be blind. Maybe it wasn't the thrilling and dangerous story they wanted to print – sick bastards.

The couple didn't care or mind that the journalists didn't believe them. It meant they left them alone; time to grieve.

Ichigo had been hit the worst. For hours on end he would stay cooped up in his room, pleading to whatever God would listen to end the court case that seemed to be dragging on. Despite that they had all the evidence and the witnesses', Isshin's lawyer was one sneaky git. Yanking the case on was doing nothing for Ichigo's guilt; each day sending a new knife through him as he was forced to remember the events of that night.

Of course, he blamed himself – it was his incompetence that killed Grimmjow. Many times he would have dreams of stepping in between the firing line so that the pellet pierced him and nobody else.

Walking past the building, where it had all happened, on his way to court didn't exactly help his remorse.

Flowers had begun to litter the building, swamping the grey walls with its colourful cascade. People, who had never known him, left gifts and letters – Ichigo didn't see the point in that. He was gone. He couldn't receive their useless gifts. What really pissed him off were the huge posters stuck onto the battered building, depicting him and his heroism. As if he needed reminding what he had failed to do.

All of it, piled on top of one another, was the reason he cried at night despite the blunette's last wishes. Crying was the only way he got rid of his rage and sorrow because the alternative was a bridge and a long drop underneath. It was Shiro who made him think twice about that.

Shiro . . . he was supposed to be the one hurting more. It was his friend that he had known and what's more he had known him longer. Yet whenever the berry saw him, he would have a cool and collected look on his face. Now and then he even made his usual dirty jokes. He would have continued had it not been for Ichigo's sour mood.

Ichigo had asked him one day why he didn't feel immense hatred towards his father or extreme sadness for the best-friend he had lost. Shiro had simply replied that, what was the point?

"What's ta point in getting' worked up over it? It wouldn't bring 'im back an' it certainly wouldn't help us move on . . . Like Grimm wants us ta act like pompous, sentimental nutcases anyway, eh?"

That had shaken Ichigo out of his stupor. Not because of the way he said it or the fact that it was true but the look in his eyes. Without a doubt it was hurting him, not being able to do anything but his eyes held hope. Hope that they would move on and remember Grimmjow in a good way, not a bad way.

Suddenly, Ichigo stopped having dreams of suicide and 'what if's'. Even in time, he had learnt not to cry and obey Grimmjow but it was still hard. Slowly, he began to accept the help of his friends who he had been blocking out beforehand. Rukia, as always, tried to rectify every tense mood by scolding Ichigo on how he had let himself go. She did have a point.

He had thinned slightly due to the lack of nutrition reaching him. Sleep wasn't easy to come by so his eyes held bags underneath them whilst remaining bloodshot from all the tears. Accepting that he had let himself go was surprisingly easy and without knowing he was gradually beginning to forget about the whole thing. Not Grimmjow. Somewhere in the back of his mind he still remembered why he died but for now he was content with letting his memory live on.

All that was left now was the funeral.

Ichigo gazed down at the grey slab of rock they called a grave and smiled gently at the words carved onto it.

Grimmjow Jeagerjacques

xxxx – xxxx

Special bastard who was loved by everyone

Ichigo found himself chuckling at the typical line, and wondered who had wrote it – it sounded just like the blunette.

Gently, the wind ruffled his hair as he placed his hands in his pockets. How long had he been standing here? The service had long since ended but he didn't care. He wasn't melancholy anymore like he used to be – he was happy. Obviously, he wasn't pleased that the blunette had died. In fact sometimes he found himself angry at both himself and Grimmjow blaming the bastard for not trying hard enough to stay alive!

A snap of a twig brought him out of his reminiscence, startling him. He looked over to where he thought he heard the sound but all that he could see was a tree. Get it together, baka! he mentally sighed. It wasn't as if the bloody tree was watching him.

Warm arms enveloped him, wrapping around his waist before a solid body pressed against his back. "Ya alright?" a watery voice asked.

Ichigo smiled and leant back against the albino, tilting his head so he could meet the others gaze. "I'm fine, Shiro – just admiring the words,"

Shiro sniggered and planted a small kiss on the others cheek. "It sounds a lot like 'im, don't it?"

Ichigo nodded. "Who wrote it?"

"I dunno know," Shiro frowned slightly, contemplating the thought.

Ichigo's fingers traced over his worry lines, smoothing them out. Ichigo and Shiro had sorted their problems and it was safe to say they were now happy. That was what Grimmjow would have wanted. "Come on," Shiro spoke, pulling back and turning. "We got a party ta go ta,"

"I'll be there in a sec," Ichigo called over his shoulder, his mocha eyes now back on the small grave.

Shiro smiled warmly at the berry and walked off leaving Ichigo to his thoughts. The albino looked up towards the sky and closed his eyes against the suns bright rays. Hope ya enjoyin' the view Grimm.

Ichigo placed his hand on the grave and sighed. He would now have two graves to visit; not the way he planned things. The berry looked back at Shiro before glancing one last time at the stone, his hands clasped as if he were making a wish. "Please don't be dead,"

The tall man peeked at the orange-haired man from his hiding spot behind the tree and smiled at the boy's selfish wish. "Please don't be dead," Always the one to make selfish requests.

"Um, excuse me?"

On hearing a timid voice, the burly man turned his gaze resting on a teenage girl, her eyes framed by her panda eye make-up. "Um – is that hair a natural colour? You know you remind me of someone. Hey, maybe you're the ghost of-!"

"Fuck off brat!" he barked.

He watched as the girl squealed and ran away, tears already falling down her face. Yep, I still got it.

The unusual man turned back to where the orange-haired man had been and walked forwards making sure that the coast was clear before he did so. Glancing down at the swirly writing on the slab he couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh at his work.

Special bastard who was loved by everyone.

Yeah. That pretty much summed himself up!

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