Leaving Town Chapter 16: Swear It All Over Again, a bleach fanfic

A/N: Ok, I'm actually pretty surprised I made it to the ending of this story pretty damn fast. I was kinda sad about it, and wanted it to keep going. But why ruin a good thing by adding worthless stuff? So, this is the last chapter. I'm sorry about springing this on you. I didn't realize it myself. Forgive me. So read and I'll have more to say at the end of this chapter. This chap is named after "Swear It All Over Again," by Westlife. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: No.

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Chapter 16: Swear It All Over Again

Ichigo was running now. He saw the middle of a huge battlefield, which was literally an open field, in which he had distinctly remembered Karin playing soccer with her friends plenty of times on. But it didn't look like that field anymore. There were bodies lying all across the grass. Some of them were human, some of them were shinigami.

He stood at a distance, absorbing the fight before him. Just by a simple glance across the battleground, he saw countless of shinigami and hollows being struck down. He heard the screams of the one's being hit and he heard the war cries of the one's that were hitting.

'This battle will decide the future of this world and the next,' he thought as he kept his eyes on the gory scene in front of him. He furrowed his eyebrows and gripped Zangetsu tighter in his right hand. "I can't fail," he said out loud and sprinted straight for the middle of the murderous mass.

Toushirou had made it to what he believed was the heart of the war. It was only a short way away from the bench he had left Momo on. There was more fighting here than any other place in the town. He ran straight for it, not having the time to watch and decide which way to go about entering it. He needed to find help and fast.

He entered it and began fighting. Hollows were everywhere. If you stopped moving, you were dead. He watched as members of his own squad fought right beside him. He also saw how most of those members died right beside him. Just seeing that gave him more of an incentive to keep going.

He kept attacking and killing as he went through, but he would not stay in one spot. He needed to find someone; anyone that could heal her. That was his mission right now.

He broke through one of the many crowded areas in that huge mess and was greeted with a familiar face, who was kicking a hollow in the face when he saw her.

Tatsuki stood up after landing and looked straight at him. She gave a slight grin. "Hey, what's up?" she said attacking another hollow that charged at her. She was in a less busy area apparently, due to the slower hollow attacks.

"I need to find a member of the fourth squad. Momo needs healing immediately," he said getting down to business as he sliced a hollow that ran up to him in half.

Tatsuki finished off the hollow and stood there breathing heavily. "I haven't seen anyone around here from the fourth squad," she began causing Toushirou's chest to fall from loss of hope. "But why don't you take Orihime?" Tatsuki said pointing behind her with her thumb.

Toushirou's eyes grew wide when he saw the said woman healing Renji. He ran up to her and apparently she had just finished as the golden glow around them faded and she sat back and let out a deep breath.

Renji sat up and felt his leg, "Damn. This thing hadn't healed from my encounter with Ichigo back in Soul Society." He looked up at the resting woman in front of him and smiled. "Thanks a lot. I feel good as new," he said standing up.

She smiled, "Not a problem! I'm happy you're alright," she said standing up and turning around. She jumped slightly. She didn't expect to see anything this close to her since Tatsuki was protecting her from hollows while she was healing.

"Captain Hitsugaya!" she yelled slightly.

"Orihime, I need your help," he said looking her straight in the eyes.

Her face grew suspicious. "What is it? What's wrong?" she asked eagerly.

"Momo is- is-" she cut him off so he wouldn't have to say it.

"Take me to her," she said with complete seriousness.

He just replied with a firm nod and they began to jog away, until Renji called out to them. "Orihime! You going with Toushirou?" he asked.

She turned and yelled, "Yes!" receiving a nod from Renji and the two began to run off again.

Renji turned to Tatsuki and grinned. "I guess we can finally get our asses in that mess and show them who they're messing with."

Tatsuki smiled widely and nodded. They began to sprint into the mob before seeing Byakuya shunpo in front of them.

"Captain!" Renji yelled in surprise. "I heard you were fighting Gin, sir…"

"Yes. I was," he answered looking into the mob behind him. "He's been dealt with."

Renji smiled slightly and gave a nod.

Byakuya turned back to the two in front of him. "Shall we?" he asked motioning his head toward the battle awaiting them.

The two nodded in anticipation and then the three of them bolted into the crowd.

Toushirou and Orihime were almost completely out of the battlefield, when they felt a strange alteration in spiritual pressure.

"That reiatsu felt familiar," Toushirou said firmly as he attacked hollows that were coming after him and Orihime.

"That was-!" she began to look around frantically and then she saw someone she didn't expect. "Ichigo!" she yelled trying to get his attention.

He was staring into the distance as if he was thinking intently about something. She ran the short distance away to him.

"Ichigo! Tell me you felt that just now!" she demanded urgently as she quickly put up her shield to block a hollow, in which Ichigo was too dazed to attack.

He continued to stare into the distance. "Why are you just standing there?!" she yelled trying to snap him out of it.

This was the exact event Yamamoto told him they needed to avoid. His mind replayed that discussion they had last night. Bits and pieces that Yamamoto said, stuck out from all the rest.

"Your feelings for each other were growing extremely strong. It got to the point where you would dismiss an entire mission in order to go after the other; a mission that was not supposed to be put on hold."

"You could have continued to go straight for Aizen, but went to Kuchiki. You could have saved several shinigami's lives if you hadn't taken your mind off the mission."

"You have too much passion for each other! That kind of passion can end up getting us all killed! Someone as powerful as you cannot be easily distracted when the fate of the world is in your hands!"

Everything that has happened thus far brought him to this moment. This one moment where he had to choose between two of the most important things in the universe: Victory of love?

It was as if his mind was writing out a pros and cons list on whether or not to go. But the sad thing is… he had to admit that the cons were out weighting the pros. Everything in existence would be put to risk and the possibility of failure would be much greater. Everyone that depended on him would lose all hope from a simple act of selfishness. And then there was one con that wouldn't leave his brain: She told him not to come. She didn't want him to anymore.

He closed his eyes tightly as his eyebrows arched and his left fist clenched, while his right gripped Zangetsu tighter.

"Ichigo!" she yelled with a heart broken face. "How can you just stand there?" she said softer, as her voice began to give into a sob. "She needs you!" she said with water filling her eyes. "You need her!"

Orihime's words pierced his heart. He gritted his teeth together as he tilted his head down to the ground.

She continued to stare at him, completely mortified, until she heard him speak finally.

"Thank you… Orihime," he said lifting his head slowly with vulnerable amber eyes and a slight smile. Her face grew hopeful as the seconds passed.

He nodded and took off in the direction that he could feel her in.

"Orihime!" Toushirou yelled from the side.

She quickly ran back to him and nodded. "Let's go."

He slashed through a few hollows before exiting the mess. They began to run to the hill that would bring them to the bench that held Momo, until their path was blocked.

"Tousen…" Toushirou said softly. "Orihime, up the hill and to your right; you'll see Rangiku in the distance," he said getting in a fighting stance.

"But-" she began.

"I have some unfinished business to take care of," he said glaring at his opponent. He then turned slightly with soft eyes and almost pleadingly, he spoke, "Please, save Momo."

She smiled sadly, "I will." She then began to run up the hill and looked back to see the two had already clashed.

"You'll die for what you did to Momo," Toushirou said through his teeth as Tousen parried his attack.

Tousen remained silent, not having anything to say. They continued to shunpo around each other and attempting a quick attack, but both failed due to the other always blocking in time.

They seemed to be quite equal in skill. They continued to try and make a hit, but neither was getting an attack on the other. All they were doing was exhausting themselves to the point where they had to stand still and take a moment to catch their breath.

When this moment came, they both kept their gaze on the other. They knew what the other was about to do. And they were both correct.

At the same time they yelled, "Bankai!"

The icy wings that grew on Toushirou's back caused an amazing shiver in the summer night air as Tousen's zanpaktou was waved so that a path of blades moved in the direction towards Toushirou.

This was the final fight; a fight to the death. They both knew this, although they didn't know the outcome. Toushirou zoomed past the coming blades, as he zigzagged throughout the many more blades that Tousen sent after him.

He finally got close enough and went for a strike, but was surprised to see blades coming flying at his face, causing him to miss his opportunity. He made a major turn and avoided the hit.

Blades continued to chase after him as he tried to turn around to go for another attack, but didn't see the stream of blades that came after him from a different direction and ran into his right arm. He let out a yelp, but wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop knowing there was still a trail behind him.

He then got a determined look. He was going straight for Tousen now. This was it. This was the final run. His mind quickly flashed to Momo and her helpless state on that bench. His heart was tugged at that image and he let out a yell as he continued to charge for the ex-shinigami.

Finally he was in reach of Tousen, but he did something completely unthinkable. He went right past him. Tousen was completely floored, but it didn't last long as Toushirou moved so that he was behind Tousen now.

The blades continued to follow Toushirou and not knowing that Tousen was in the way, went directly in the direction Toushirou was in. The blades went straight into Tousen's abdomen, causing him to bend over in pain, until he fell to his knees.

Toushirou walked in front of the dying man, seeing blood pour out of him. He held his zanpaktou, ready to deliver the final blow. "It's over, Tousen."

The shinigami lifted his head up to Toushirou and simply spoke, "It's not over until Aizen's dead."

Toushirou sighed, "You're right, but this had nothing to do with him."

Tousen stayed silent, but Toushirou could tell he was confused. "This was personal," he said and sliced Tousen in half, leaving the severed body on the ground as he turned around to make his way up the hill.

"How is she doing, Orihime?" Rangiku asked, watching the healing process occur.

"She was practically…. gone by the time I got here, but her vitals are stabilizing. She looks like she's going to make it,' Orihime said wiping away the sweat on her brow.

She had been healing her for some time now. It had been at least an hour or so since she had arrived there and commenced.

Suddenly, Orihime noticed the fluttering of the young woman's eyes before her. She had just finished, and all that was left to do was rest.

"Momo! You're alright!" Rangiku shouted happily, receiving a formation of a smile on Momo's face.

Meanwhile, Toushirou stood about ten feet away, observing the scene. His heart rate increased by the few words he heard. 'She's alright,' he thought.

Momo smiled at the two women in front of her, but her eyes then drifted off into the distance after catching a glimpse of the man behind them. "Shirou…" she said softly.

The two women backed up, looking at the man who arrived secretly. He walked closer and then finally knelt down next to her. He slowly grabbed her hand and held it in his. He then looked up into her eyes and smiled slightly, "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," she said back, gripping his hand tighter with a meaningful look in her eyes. They knew it wasn't over yet, but they also knew there was nothing else they could do. The final decision of who won this war wasn't up to them. It was up to one. And that one person wasn't focused on that victory at the moment…

He's been running for god knows how long, but it finally got to the point where she felt close. He stopped and took in his surroundings. He couldn't believe it. He was standing by the river; that very river that his mother died next to thirteen years ago. And standing along the riverbank was the one he had been searching for with all his heart.

He walked up behind her slowly. "Rukia…" he said softly from behind; his heart racing from running, but also from the sight of her. She looked absolutely fine. He didn't make out any injuries. She just stood there; as if there was no war going on at all.

After hearing him call her name, she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder with that same look. That same look she always seemed to give him every time something life changing was occurring. Sometimes he loved that look, for it was used when he first set eyes on her, and when she returned to him from a long absence. But sometimes, he hated it. It would have been used at moments that she was leaving him and it was her way of looking at him one last time before she was gone.

His gut told him something wasn't right, but his heart told him to keep going. He began to walk closer to her, as she slowly turned fully around so she was facing him completely.

He kept approaching her, "Rukia, I thought something was wrong. I came here-" he began with confusion until something he didn't expect happened.

He was within arms length now and Rukia acted quickly, catching him completely off guard.

"Rukia… what are you doing?" he asked with fear in his voice. She had her zanpaktou's sharp edge slightly grazing the skin of his neck.

Her eyes were cold and her face was stern. "Fight me, Ichigo," she demanded.

He squinted his eyes and looked at her with disbelief, "What?"

"I said, 'Fight me,'" she repeated.

He glared at her, "I'm not fighting you, Rukia," he said like it was an obvious statement.

She quickly moved her blade and sliced a gash into his right upper arm, but it wasn't too deep; just enough to give him the idea that she wasn't kidding.

He jumped back and looked at his arm as he saw blood trickle out of his new cut. He then looked back up at her with shock evident on his face. "What are you doing!?" he shouted at her in disbelief.

She didn't reply, but instead, charged at him. His eyes grew wide, but he quickly took out his Zangetsu to defend himself.

Their blades made contact and she continued to ruthlessly attack, as he blocked. She kept pushing him backwards as he tried to figure out what was happening.

"Rukia! What the hell is going on?!" he yelled, continuing to block her surprisingly strong swings. She kept silent.

"Answer me, god damn it!" he yelled again getting furious, but received no reply again.

She apparently thought to shake it up and jumped to his side to attack, but she knew he would be able to block it.

He tried to figure out how to handle this, but nothing was coming to mind, so he continued to defend himself.

"Attack me!" she yelled finally, still swinging with great force.

"No! I told you, I'm not fighting you!" he replied parrying an attack.

"Damn it, Ichigo!" she yelled, with her voice starting to break. She slammed her eyes shut and forced herself to attack harder.

"Rukia, stop!" he yelled with pleading eyes.

There zanpaktou clashed once again, but this time, she didn't remove it from his. She looked into his eyes and he could tell she was holding back tears that she desperately wanted to let go. "Please, Ichigo," she begged.

His expression softened from her begging. 'Why? Why is she doing this?' he thought staring back into her eyes. His face then hardened. "I can't fight you, Rukia. I won't. Please… stop."

Her voice was so weak now, "I can't." She paused and looked down to the ground and he saw her body trembling. She looked back up, "Kill me," she begged.

He shook his head back and forth as his mouth remained slightly open. "No."

She then jumped backwards a few times, trying to get a hold of her emotions. She was about thirty feet away now. She took a deep breath. "Then I'll make you kill me," she said before running straight for him.

She held her zanpaktou straight in front of her, making it look like she was planning to stab him straight in the stomach. He watched her get closer and closer with his blade held loosely in front of him, until she was about ten feet away.

He let his Zangetsu drop to the ground in front of him and stood there staring at her with a look that said no matter what, he wasn't going to fight. A look that said there was no way he would ever raise his blade against her. And he would give up his own life before having to take hers.

She stopped running. "What are you doing!?" she yelled looking at his zanpaktou on the ground.

He slowly walked closer to her, with pained amber eyes staring into pleading violet. "I can't put a scratch on you, Rukia. You should know that," he said, stopping in front of her so that his chest went straight up against the tip of her Sode no Shirayuki.

"Why?" she said in a desperate voice that allowed tears to fall down her face.

He tilted his head slightly to the side as he held his soft facial expression. "You should know that," he said again.

She began to sob and let her zanapktou drop to the ground as Ichigo quickly moved in and wrapped his arms around her shaking body. Her face was hidden in his chest as she continued to cry. He didn't know what was going on, but he held her. He held her tightly, not wanting what had just happened to occur again. He bent his head down slightly, and breathed in the smell of her raven hair, as he kissed the top of her head.

Her voice went firm again as she pushed away from him with her palms against his chest. "You need to kill me, Ichigo."

He moved his hands and gripped her upper biceps to hold her in place. His voice sounded more irritated. "Why, Rukia? Tell me. Why?"

"Because if you don't kill me, they'll kill you!" she yelled back, gripping his clothes tightly around his chest.

"What?" he asked irritated. "They can't kill me, Rukia," he said confidently.

She was irritated now, "No, that's not it! They might not be able to kill you, but they can kill me Ichigo."

"I won't let them," he said holding her arms tighter.

Her face fell, "That's how they'll kill you, Ichigo. Because you won't let me die," she said softly with disappointment.

He looked at her with eyes that told her he wasn't completely understanding.

She sighed, "If you don't kill me, Ichigo, Aizen will try to and he'll use me, knowing you will sacrifice yourself and take my place. If I die, the amount of spiritual energy I have will not be enough for Aizen to begin to retrieve the souls of this town. It won't risk the future of all life. You're energy level would be more than enough."

"Aizen sent you here to kill me?" he asked still bewildered about everything.

"Yeah, but little did he know, I came here to lose…" she said looking off in the distance to the side.

He looked at her and was processing what she was asking him to do. 'This can't be happening,' his mind kept saying as he continued to watch the love of his life beg him to let her sacrifice herself for him and the whole universe.

"I'm one person, Ichigo. One. You can't do anything to stop this. When I die, he'll still need more energy and he'll come after you. That's when you'll be able to fight him. And you will win. I know you will," she said softly drifting off and looking down towards the ground.

He let go of her arms and moved his hand to pull up her chin and make her look at him. Water was in his eyes. He couldn't do it. Looking into her eyes was looking into his whole world. If he was the one that caused those beautiful violet eyes to close forever, he would be killing his whole world; his whole life. He just couldn't…

"Ichigo," she said softly as one lone tear trailed down her cheek. He continued to look into her eyes as he felt his entire chest cave in. He moved his hand from her chin to her cheek. He wiped away the watery path made from the single tear with his thumb.

"Rukia, I-" he began, but was interrupted.

"Well it looks like you failed me, Rukia," a voice said from about thirty feet away.

They turned to see Aizen standing tall with his hands folded in front of him, and a smug look on his face.

Ichigo let go of Rukia and stood in front of her, so he was between Aizen and Rukia now. "It's time I deal with you, once and for all Aizen," he said bending down slightly to the ground and gripping his Zangetsu without taking his eyes off of him.

"Not so fast, Kurosaki. There is still some I'd like to talk about," he said smirking and giving a slight nod to someone in the distance. Then, Ichigo heard Rukia start to yell behind him. He turned around only to see Ulquiorra holding her from behind with a perculiar zanpaktou against her neck.

"Let her go!" he yelled raising his zanpaktou to Ulquiorra. Aizen quickly shunpoed so that he was now in between Ichigo and Rukia being held by Ulquiorra.

"It's not that simple, Kurosaki. You see, as I'm sure Rukia has told you, a certain amount of spiritual energy is essential in order to completely destroy this town and get the necessary souls to release the Hougyoukuu. That is the point of this unique zanpaktou that I have created," he said pointing behind him with his thumb to the blade held to Rukia's neck.

"Once this particular zanpaktou kills, it absorbs the spiritual energy of it's opponent. And once it has the amount of energy I require to destroy this town, I can release it; allowing me to absorb all the souls within it's dimensions."

Ichigo continued to glare at him, while listening intently to every word that came out of his mouth. He gripped his zanpaktou and was ready to flat out attack the man in front of him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Not if you cherish Miss Kuchiki's life," Aizen said, reading Ichigo's intentions.

Aizen smirked at Ichigo's withdrawal. "Now, here's the part where you get to decide, Kurosaki. I can kill Miss. Kuchiki and absorb her energy to destroy this town, which will probably result in us fighting to the death. That's choice one. Here's choice two: If I kill you, your spiritual energy would be more than enough to destroy this town. But your energy is so strong, that it in itself can release the Hougyoukuu. I won't even have to destroy this town. Not to mention, you'd be saving Miss Kuchiki's life, which I know you care deeply about," he ended making it sound like this was an everyday conversation.

"He's a lying bastard, Ichigo! He'll destroy this town anyway once he absorbs your energy!" Rukia yelled out as Ulquiorra tried to gain control of her refusing body.

"That may be true, but it also may not be. I don't particularly like wasting my time with things that are not necessary, but it's up to you. The choice is yours," Aizen responded.

Ichigo's mind was on overtime. He had a choice to make, and this would determine everything. The wrong choice would eventually lead to the destruction of everything in existance. He thought about everything Rukia had asked him and told him. She was the bravest woman he'd ever met; sacrificing herself for everyone else. Incredible. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't just allow her to die.

"I'll do it," Ichigo said softly.

"No you won't!" Rukia yelled stressfully in Ulquiorra's arms.

"Ulquiorra. Let her go," Aizen said simply without taking his eyes off of Ichigo.

He let go of her and began to walk to Aizen, but Rukia ran up to try and jump on Ulquiorra from behind. Before she could lift her feet off the ground, Ulquiorra spun around and elbowed her in the head. He hit her in her temple, causing her to fall to the ground in a state of unconciousness.

"Rukia!" Ichigo yelled and was about to run to her, but was stopped by Aizen.

"She'll be fine. Let's just deal with you, shall we?" he asked with a grin.

Ichigo nodded sadly and followed him more into the open area., his eyes not leaving Rukia's body on the ground.

"On your knees, Kurosaki," Aizen instructed taking the blade from Ulquiorra. "Ulquiorra, back away. I don't want anything interfereing with the absorbtion of his energy." He obeyed and moved so that he was about fifty yards away, like Rukia, but he wasn't near her.

He did just as he was told and kept his head looking down towards the ground; hiding his face from the world.

Rukia began to move, with a moan and sat up slowly as her eyes tried to focus. She looked to where she last saw Ichigo, only to find no one there. She then frantically looked around and settled her eyes on what was about to occur. "No," she said softly looking at Ichigo bowing down before Aizen. "No!" she yelled louder, beginning to get up and run.

Aizen was now holding his new zanpaktou so that he was going to stab Ichigos in his heart. "This is it, Kurosaki."

Ichigo's head then shot up right before Aizen lunged the blade into him. His eyes were black and yellow replaced where amber used to be. Aizen suddenly felt fear and quickly lunged his zanpaktou into Ichigo's heart. He didn't pull it out as his eyes locked with the eyes of the growing hollow.

Ichigo was starting to exist less and less as his hollow form started to completely take over. His hands turned into claws and his body began to get covered in the bone armor of hollows.

Aizen quickly moved the zanpaktou in Ichigo's heart to the left, trying to tear apart his insides and kill Ichigo before his hollow form kills him.

Just as he did that, Ichigo slammed his claw-like hand into Aizen's chest, going straight through his entire body. They both stood there as their last breath was being taken. Aizen let his hand fall from the zanpaktou still in Ichigo's chest and fell slowly to the ground; no longer moving; no longer breathing.

Rukia watched in horror. Ichigo looked like he had become a complete hollow, but the part that scared her the most, was the fact that the zanpaktou in his chest began to glow, along with Ichigo's body. 'That zanpaktou can't absorb their opponent's spiritual energy unless they are de-' her mind stopped her thoughts. She immediately ran to him, despite the fact that Ichigo might not still be there inside that beast...

She ran as fast as she could, but when she got about fifteen feet away from him, a huge amount of spiritual energy that looked to be in the color of red and black, exploded around him, but disappeared as fast as it had came.

Her heart sank from the sight of it, but was soon lifted up into it's rightful place after seeing what laid on the ground after the cloud of spiritual energy faded. "Ichigo," she said softly, seeing that he was back in his normal form, with his clothes torn all over from the transformation into the hollow. She ran up to him, seeing his slow breathing on the floor.

"Ichigo," she said again falling to her knees on his left side. His eyes were shut as his chest slowly moved up and down. She leaned over him, placing her hand over his torn heart. Her tears were falling off her face and down onto Ichigo's face, causing him to flutter his eyelids open.

I wanna know
Who ever told you I was letting go
Of the only joy that I have ever known
Girl, they were lying

"Hey," he said softly, which seemed to take a lot of effort to do. He felt her hand touch his wound and he hissed.

Just look around
And all of the people that we used to know
Have just given up, they wanna let it go
But we're still trying

"Why did you do that!? I told you not to!" her voice was yelling. "Why couldn't you just let me go?! Look at you. You're all torn up," she said, her voice losing to her sobs the more she spoke. She bowed her head down and shook.

So you should know this love we share was never made to die
I'm glad we're on this one way street just you and I
Just you and I

Ichigo saw the zanapktou sitting next to him and then saw it glowing red with swirls of black. He sighed. "Because I knew that I could let my inner hollow completely take over. See what happened?" he began, but was interfered by coughing up blood.

She looked at the zanapktou, "It absorbed your hollow instead of you…" she said softly with teary eyes.

He gave a small nod, "And I knew there was no way in hell Aizen would live going up against that animal," he said hissing again from the pain.

She looked at his weakened form. "Ichigo, I'm going to get help. I don't have enough energy to begin healing this kind of injury," she said beginning to stand up.

I'm never gonna say goodbye
Cos I never wanna see you cry
I swore to you my love would remain
And I swear it all over again and I
I'm never gonna treat you bad
Cos I never wanna see you sad
I swore to share your joy and your pain
And I swear it all over again

All over again

He grabbed her wrist with his left hand before she could stand, causing her to kneel back down looking at him confused. "Forget about that now," he said looking into her worried eyes. Everything about him was calm. She couldn't believe the serenity in his eyes.

Some people say
That everything has got its place in time
Even the day must give way to the night
But I'm not buying
Cos in your eyes
I see a love that burns eternally
And if you see how beautiful you are to me
You'll know I'm not lying

"Ichigo. This can't wait! I have to get you help now!" she said trying to stand again, but his hand stayed on her wrist.

Sure there'll be times we wanna say goodbye
But even if we try
There are some things in this life won't be denied
Won't be denied

She looked down at him, begging him to let her go find help. His right hand then reached over his body and was placed on her cheek as a tear flew down it. His voice remained soft, "Right now, just stay with me. Even if it's for only a moment," he began. Her jaw began to shake as she realized these were his words when he told her that they would find a way to be together. Ironic, considering now he was using them to keep her next to him as he dies.

"'Cause to me, a moment with you will last for a lifetime," he finished as she held his hand against her cheek tightly. She felt her heart begin to break. She leaned down and captured his lips, not wanting to ever part.

The more I know of you is the more I know I love you
And the more that I'm sure I want you forever and ever more
And the more that you love me, the more that I know
Oh that I'm never gonna let you go
Gotta let you know that I

Rukia leaned back and looked into his soft amber eyes that couldn't take their gaze off her beautifully sad violets. He smiled softly, until his eyes fluttered shut and his head rolled to the side.

"Ichigo," she said softly as her eyes grew wide. "Ichigo?" she said again questionably. "Ichigo!" she finally yelled, shaking his body. She buried her face in his chest as she began to cry harder than she ever thought she could.

All over again
All over again
And I swear it all over again.

She raised her head and then rested her forehead on his cheek. "Don't leave me," she begged as the rain began to fall. Her tears felt like they would never let up.

Everyone seemed to be safe now. There was no Aizen to bring about destruction, though there were still followers, like Ulquiorra, but he disappeared seconds after Aizen's death. So everyone was safe. Everyone was given their life back, but Rukia's felt like it had just been taken away.

Karakura Town was now practically a desolate wasteland, not unlike Rukia's heart. She loved him so much that the thought of going on without him torn her up inside. There is one thing that she had to admit though. The fact that Ichigo would sacrifice himself to save her and everything in existence was one of the reasons why she loved him with ever fiber in her body.

So there she sat; holding the remains of her true love as the rain coincided with the pained tears that would forever stain her shattered heart.

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Well… there is so much that I want to say. Well, let me tell you first that I will be putting one more chap, but that's mostly and epilogue, but not really, just a closing chap. But yeah. So, I have a feeling people are going to want to kill me. But please don't. You have no idea what my mind is thinking so don't get all pissed and say something like I have no heart. Be nice. But please tell me all your feelings are, even if you don't like it, just say it nicely. For example, "That was terrible. Why?" For NOT example, "What the Fuck?! Fuck you!" That's just messed up. Just keep your eye out for the next chapter and then I'll talk to you at the end of that. Later