Hey everyone, I updated this. For a while I wasn't thinking of doing so, but the idea of this story came up and I couldn't resist. I changed the title to Fade to Black Collection because it's more a collection of stories than a real fanfic. This story can tie in with the first one too, now that I think about it. It's based off of the movie plot of Rukia losing her heart/memory.

Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own Bleach in any way or form. Kubo owns it and that's that.

Colors of Memories

Her lifeless eyes looked into his. What used to be a dark blue now a pale purple. Just like everything else. The wind blew the cape she wore around her thin body. In her hands was a scythe, blood red blade with a pure white handle. Images of her real weapon flashed in his mind, the white blade of Sode no Shirayuki. Her eyebrows pushed together, and the scythe clashed against his sword.

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Red on Black

A shinigami. A boy. The night they met. A butterfly floating into his room, he never thought she would change his world. Screams filled the night air and they rushed outside. For the first time he saw her blood spill, staining the dark robes she wore. Injured, his family in danger, she made an offer. In a way he placed his life in her hands that night, trusting that he wouldn't die when she plunged her blade into his heart. A shinigami. A boy. The night she changed his world.

Gray on Red

She attended his school. It was all a disguise until she got her powers back. He never called her by her last name, he never thought about it. The girl that barged into his life, who burdened him with her responsibilities, someone else would have hated her. He found himself worrying about her. The time she chased after the hollow alone. He was just a little worried.

Black on Black

She disappeared from his life that night. Odd that she disappeared in a flash of light then and this time again. It rained that night. His blood spread on the ground, staining it red. Inside the rain that had stopped resumed again. That was the first time he saw her tears. He decided he liked her face better without tears. It was the first time he couldn't protect her. That was the night he vowed to save her, no matter what.

Red on White

The red collar around her neck seemed to choke her and the thin white kimono she wore made her look fragile. He only saw her one time before he actually saved her. That one time he saw her tears for the second time. She was worried about him. She didn't want to be saved. He wasn't going to listen. Her death was something he couldn't imagine. On that bridge, he came so close to saving her.

Orange on Orange

Floating in front of that fire bird, all he saw was her face. It was the third time he saw her tears and the last time. He had saved her, finally. When he held her in his arms, he could feel her warmth. He knew it wouldn't last long. He still had fights to fight. No matter how much he didn't want it to happen, he knew would have to let her go. She was safer that way.

Purple on Orange

Her smiling face, he remembers why he wanted to save her so much. Three times he's seen her cry. If she's happy, maybe he can let go. Who would've thought it was that hard. The girl that barged into his life had become so important. He can't pinpoint the exact moment it happened. Maybe it's that night when he felt like all the light left his world when she left. She's important to him and if she's happy, he can try to be happy too. That day the rain stopped, thanks to her.

Red on Gray

That was her blood dripping onto the pavement. It was her body with a hole in it. It was his heart that stopped for a minute. He charged into that fight recklessly. Each second she lost a bit more blood. Under the healing yellow glow of Inoue powers, her face was pale. He begged her to open her eyes, to live. It was one of the few times he came close to crying. When she finally opened her eyes, relief washed through his body. It was the second time he failed to protect her and the night he decided to go to the vizard to train.

White on White

That was the color of the halls in Hueco Mundo. The halls they decided to split up in. His fear that time, fear that she would get hurt again. He trusted her abilities, he trusted her, he didn't trust himself. Save Inoue was the goal. If something happened to her he knew there was a chance that he'll abandon the mission. When he heard that she was dead, icy fear ran through his veins. He was right about abandoning the mission. Right then and there he was ready to turn around and save her. It was the third time he couldn't protect her.

This time, when the enemy had gotten to her, made the fourth time he couldn't protect her. Even as she swings at him, he only thinks of protecting her. No one else remembers him and he is the enemy of the world again. She doesn't remember him or herself. It's the first time she's forgotten about him or herself. He never wants to see a second time. He never really did like math that much, but he was good at it. Countless times he's worried, four times he couldn't protect her, three times he saw her cry, three times she nearly disappeared from his life, and two times he's let her go.

"Even if you don't remember me, I'll protect you. Because there is no way that I'll ever forget you, Rukia!"

And one time that she changed his world.

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-Moonlight-
-It blooms into a sweet flower but bears a poisonous fruit-