Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Something that came to me when I was listening to Linkin Park's 'Leave Out All The Rest'. So….yeah….
DeathRain
For one of the few times in its entire history, it was raining in Sereitei. And because of that, the shinigami that had gathered around the graveyard reserved for heroes of Sereitei were getting soaked to their bones.
No one wore the normal shinigami attire. Instead, they were all dressed in black funeral robes, solemn expression on their faces.
Renji walked, facing forward, refusing to let tears fall as he helped carry the open casket to the front of the very large crowd. Why…why did the stupid bastards just go and die? They had been through so much…he, himself, and Rukia…
Byakuya walked beside Renji, holding up the lower left hand corner of coffin as he walked onward, his eyes downcast. They had lost a good man…one that was sure to be missed. But…he couldn't afford to show weakness. What would he think then?
Chad didn't stop the tears from falling from is eyes, as he walked in front of Byakuya. His friend was gone, taken by Aizen. But took that vile man with him to the lowest pits of hell. The man had stood up, refusing to back down against the former 5th squad capitan…but now, Chad found himself wishing that he was the one in the coffin, so his friends wouldn't have to deal with the pain and sorrow of the loss. But, he would fulfill his friend's last wish, he would protect all of them. Orihime, Ishida, Rukia, Yuzu, Karin…all of them.
Ishida didn't even care that he was soaked as he carried the coffin as well, walking in front of Renji. Even though he didn't show it, he was torn over the man's death. Who would be their little leader now? Who would be the one that always charged head first, not thinking? He didn't let tears fall. What would he say? He wouldn't let his friend now that he was crying.
People stood silent as the four reached the patch where the casket was going to be buried, as the four lowered it, Rukia cried even harder into her hands, before sobbing into the red haired man's chest, as Renji held her. It was understandable that she was crying.
Orihime didn't stand. She just let it all out, weeping into her palms as she didn't look at the casket. He died rescuing her…she didn't deserve to be here, at his funeral…
"It wasn't your fault." A voice said, appearing next to her. "We just didn't get there fast enough." Said Zaraki, looking at the coffin as Yamamoto walked forward, dressing completely in black, cane in front of him.
The oldest shinigami walked up to the podium behind the coffin, before he cleared his throat, drawing all eyes to him.
"…No one expected this. None of us did. The man who would just stand up, no matter how many times beaten down he had been. Then…he was gone. Just like that. But…None of us will forget him. No matter how many years, decades, centuries, and millenniums may past, we won't forget him, even in our own deaths, we'll know he's waiting for us." He said, before pulling out his zanpaktou. "So…may we all remember him, the man who would give his life a million times for his friends. The man who stood strong against a wall, continuously ramming against before it gave. Let us remember him. Please release your shikai, or simply draw your zanpaktou." The old man said, releasing Ryuujin Jakka.
Release phrases could be heard through out the crowd as the zanpaktou were released, or simply drawn.
"Let us salute him."
Everyone held their blades towards the crying, black, sky, before saying in usion….
"We salute you, Kurosaki Ichigo!"
DeathRain
A/N: Well…yeah. Don't know why I came up with this, but yer….