Alternate: Destroyer
Uryu Ishida, the last of the Quincy, stood over the incapacitated soul reaper, a faint smile on his usually emotionless face. Ichigo Kurosaki, the last of the Soul Reapers, was pinned to the ground by countless spirit arrows, no longer able to call upon his soul slayer's power.
"I've defeated you, Ichigo," Ishida said, as if he always knew he would've been the victor. "You lost."
Ichigo, heavily bleeding due to the new holes in his body, could only gurgle blood in response.
Ishida bent down. "I couldn't hear you. Speak up, Kurosaki. What happened to that loud mouth of yours?"
The defeated soul reaper blinked his only working eye slowly, defiantly, as if to say that he still had more fight left in him. Ishida narrowed his empty eyes at the soul reaper, before kicking Ichigo in the head hard, eliciting a muffled groan in response.
"I told you to stay out of my way," Ishida said, regaining his composure. "But you never did listen to those more powerful than you. You always tried fought, never thinking or planning ahead. You represent pure instinct. I, on the other hand, symbolize intellect."
Ishida stood up and aimed his spirit bow at Ichigo's head. "And with my vast intellect, I will recreate this world to bring her back." He released the arrow without a second thought, watching it hit its target with perfect accuracy.
"Goodbye, Kurosaki. See you soon," Ishida said. He watched as his former friend was consumed by blue colored spirit energy, before fading from existence.
Now Ishida had nothing left to stand in his way of achieving his goals. He was the most powerful person in the world with Ichigo Kurosaki's death; he had no equal.
Inoue, Ishida thought, letting his bow fall the ground, I can almost hear your voice from the heavens. You sound as beautiful as you did when you were still by my side.
"We'll be together soon."
He could almost picture her smiling at him, begging him to try one of her new food concoctions, or to go watch the latest movie downtown.
Four spiritual wings protruded out of his back, glowing blue with energy. He picked up his discarded bow and flew into the air, the spirit wings providing him with the ability to fly high up into the clouds.
It is time to remake this world, Ishida thought. He gathered up all of his energy, and the energy around him, to create the largest arrow he could. If he did this, he knew there would be no turning back. The world has he knew it would be gone forever.
Ever since Orihime died, my world hasn't been the same.
The arrow was larger than any he had ever created; even he, with all the power he had gained, had trouble containing it.
I love you.
He released the arrow without hesitation, knowing with the utmost confidence that he had done the right thing.
End