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Ichigo was aware that he was changing, but he did nothing to stop it. He felt numb, really. Like he could no longer feel pain (or any other emotion, for that matter) much worse than what he'd experienced just moments ago.
Dark reiatsu swirled around him as he picked up the lifeless body of his lover. He thought he could hear shouting in the distance, but he couldn't be bothered with it.
The ground he treaded on cracked with the force of his power; everything just seemed to shake in his presence. Yet he held the body in his arms in the gentlest manner even as he kicked off to place her in the highest place he knew – that place where, once upon a time, he had saved her.
He laid her down lovingly on the ground. That was when he felt their presence. He closed his eyes for a moment, and heaved a quiet sigh.
With one last look, he turned to face them.
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Live.
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With one strike, he cut down at a shinigami that blocked his path.
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Live.
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Her brother came into view, and he was almost amused to see his cold face register even the barest of shock. He knew he was at the peak of his transformation.
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Live.
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Blood seemed to splash every which way, and it had long since covered his sword, and even his arms and legs. He came face to face with the old general-commander, and he just gave him a wry smile. Then, as the dark power continued to consume him, he willingly lost himself to its surge.
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Live.
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That day, Soul Society was covered in blood and darkness. And though he felt his limbs move, he knew. Kurosaki Ichigo was lost to the world.
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Live?
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So be it.
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A/N: I just had this idea today, and it simply won't go, so I thought I'd just post it... So, hit me... Was it too...sappy? Was it dark enough? Review, people.