Author's Notes: Spoilers for Episode 22. Drabble!
By the Gate of the White Way
The sun was setting in his eyes and he still couldn't see her. Not that he really expected to, of course, but he had thought he might see something, some sort of clue as to where she was being held, or even her brother. He didn't really stop to think what he would do if did see something worthwhile. After all, he was still on the outside of the wall, and she was still on the inside, awaiting death in a dark cell, maybe.
But, despite the apparent foolishness of sitting on the roof, eyes directed towards the inner court, he wasn't about to leave.
The gate had closed, but what did it matter? He was still going in, no matter what it took. He had come this far and he wasn't about to be stopped short so close to his goal. She was in there, somewhere. He could almost feel her, like a physical push on his chest, urging him.
Hurry. Hurry.
His face tightened and his eyebrows drew together. "I'm coming for you…Rukia…"
This time, I'll be the one to save you.
THE END.