When The Last Teardrop Falls
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Song: When The Last Teardrop Falls
By: Blaque
Requested By: The Flying Alchemist
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"RUKIA!"
Around him every sound got muffled as the world began to fade away and only her torn up figure falling to the ground below remained, his vision getting blurry as he dashed towards her to catch her decent. Blood splatters on his robes as his arms wrapped around her, eyes staring blankly without any life at him.
"Rukia..."
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It's so hard to lose the one you love
To finally have to say goodbye
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The orange-haired Shinigami slowly sunk to his knees as he pressed her body more into his chest, the tears running down his cheeks invisible due to the rain falling from the black skies above. His body numb save for the aching in his heart.
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You try to be strong but the pain keeps holdin' on
And all that you can do is cry
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A tanned, calloused hand lay on cold, white marmot, wet from spring rain, jagged, black lines running across the surface of the otherwise pure, snow colored surface of the gravestone. It slowly slit down its front, tracing the fine Hiragana, chosen so because it was the only way she wrote.
First came the fine, horizontal line followed by a diagonal leading right to left, a curve ending in a circle building the feature of the first syllable of her name. Next came the diagonal from left to right, half a circle at its end, the diagonal crossed by two horizontals. The last a cross with a difficult circle and a half going through the lower part of the cross. Ru-ki-a. He always loved how she wrote her name – not that he told her so.
"Hey..." He had a small smile on his features, hair planted firmly to his head due to the unwanted shower he had gotten whilst coming here, now over though as the sun brought the water around him to scintillate like diamonds.
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Deep within your heart you know it's time to move on
When the fairy tale that you once knew is gone
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His face scrunched up in an emotionally pained expression as tears began pooling in his eyes, running down his wet cheeks as his hand gripped at the stone in front of him with despair, head bending forward as his shoulders began to shake, muffled sobs escaping in gasps from between his clenched teeth.
"I hate you..."
Liar, echoed a voice in his head. And, almost as if taunting him, did the voice continue, sounding like her. Liar, liar, pants on fire.
He let out a strangled chuckle, almost a scoff as he sunk to his knees in front of the grave. "You'd probably kick me in the head for saying that... stupid midget..." Another kick.
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When the last tear drop falls
I'll still be holdin' on to all of our memories
And all of what used to be
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He knew if anyone walked by right then he'd have to kill them for nobody was ever allowed to see him like this. Crying. It was a definite no-go. He couldn't even cry in front of his mother's grave, only in front of a chibi that had inflicted more pain upon him – physically and mentally – than any Aizen or whoever ever could.
Slowly he turned his side to the gravestone, resting his shoulder and the side of his face against the cold marmot as the tears kept rolling down his cheeks, hand still on the engraving of her name.
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When the last tear drop falls
I will stand tall
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His lips moved unconsciously, forming words he'd never say in his right mind, his voice breathing them out in a low whisper. "I miss you..."
Another wave of shudders and sobs shot through his body as he pressed his eyes shut against another round of invisible pain. He was getting mud all over himself but he didn't care as he had his forehead against the cold stone, the only thing connecting the orange-head to his late... what? Partner? Friend? Love? Whatever she was to him didn't matter in his eyes, all that mattered, all he could grasp was that she'd never come back to him.
A breeze blew by, and he thought he could almost hear her voice again. Baka.
He fought a smile. "Figures she'd call me a fool..."
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And know that you're here with me in my heart
When the last tear drop falls
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Ichigo's hand balled to a fist as he punched the gravestone, another row of sobs escaping his quivering lips. "I really hate you, you know? Leaving me all alone, egoistical midget."
Life around him kept moving, the world continuing to turn, sun disappearing behind the horizon, moon coming up and going down again when the sun appeared again. Everything around him kept going on, untouched by her death.
The Shinigami-daikô didn't know what to do with his existence anymore. He was aware that after his death, he'd enter an nearly endless life, an endless torture of missing her.
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So now I'm alone and life keeps movin' on
But my destination still unknown, oh yeah
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Since he felt her diminishing in his arms he'd felt like someone had ripped him in half, only really feeling half of his body when clearly there wasn't anything missing. Around him people had continued to live their lives, stopping to mourn her, only him still coming to her grave and crying for her.
He doubted he'd find someone who could mean so much to him again, and already knew he'd stay alone for the rest of the eternity he'd have to face.
"How could you do this to me, stupid chibi..."
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Will there be a time when I'll fall in love again?
When I was meant to walk these streets alone
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His amber eyes were now staring blankly in front of him as the last remainder of his tears ran down his now reddened cheeks. A humorless chuckle escaped his lips once again as he cast his gaze back on the marmot. "I really wish I'd find some sort of oil lamp with an old genie of sorts... just to be able to wish for you to come back... geez, I'm getting mushy..."
Renewed tears came out of his already puffy eyes as he pressed his forehead against the cold stone for the nth time that day. "I really want you back, you know?" Another hit to the white complexion. "Damn it, if I say I want you to come back it's a cue for you to miraculously come in through a window, or suddenly stand behind me with arms crossed over your chest, cocky grin and kick to my head saying I look stupid mourning over you!"
His shoulders shook dangerously yet again as he let out a silent scream of agitation and pain. "I really hate you, Rukia."
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If there was just one wish I could be granted here tonight
It would be to have you right back by my side
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"I'm not Shinigami, I'm Kuchiki Rukia..."
"Oi! What's with that pathetic look?"
"I won't thank you, idiot."
"What kind of rescuer ignores the rescué?"
"That's the kind of man I keep in my heart!"
"Aren't we friends, Ichigo?"
"I thought I was going to sleep in your closet! I even brought some things for that crappy, little thing!"
"You can't defeat Nii-sama! You'll die!"
"I've decided to stay in Soul Society..."
"I don't know why you're making such a big deal about that stuff. A kiss is a mere form of greeting, like saying hello! In the books I read they were doing a whole lot of other stuff, you know?"
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When the last tear drop falls
I'll still be holdin' on to all of our memories
And all of what used to be
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He blinked his wet eyes a few times to clear them from the uneasy feeling of crying as he pressed his lips against the engravings of her name, whispering a short, choked good-bye before trying to stand up but failing the first and second time, only the third try succeeding.
With an empty feeling in his chest he turned his back to the marmot gravestone, slowly making his way out of the graveyard. After exiting through the gates he looked back once more, murmuring. "Just so you know, I won't ever move on, just to piss you off, Rukia."
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Now it's time for me to find my happiness again
And the emptiness from missin' you
Will never ever end, baby
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A grin on his face he entered his apartment, walking down the hallway and opening the door opposite his own, entering it and stopping at the little crib of his son, a mob of orange hair all that was visible beneath the blanket. Grin morphing into a sad smile he reached down and stroked his sons hair softly.
He and her grave was all that was left of her, and he was set to defend both with his soul. Their little son was all that kept him from breaking down completely, becoming an empty shell.
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When the last tear drop falls
I'll still be holdin' on to all of our memories
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"Love you..." He whispered before exiting the room and closing the door behind him.
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And all of what used to be
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*looks left*looks right*
Okay... is there anyone planning on killing me? I hope not... *sweat drops*
Anyways... yes, they had a child together before Rukia got killed by a Hollow, and Ichigo is still mourning after her whilst around him everyone tells him to get over it and focus on their one year old son, but he refuses to move on... yeah... ehe... he...
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