Hiya! This is the last chapter :(
I wanted to finish this fanfic because it will probably be a long time before inspiration strikes me and I write again
I apologize if it sounds rushed, but I did my best! Sooo a million sunshine cupcakes and thank yous to:
Aquarose band leader (SEA SALT ICECREAM), Makiko-maki-maki (thank you so much for reviewing every single chapter!), RukiaGallega (You really helped me and you reviewed so much!), Shadow Pain (Yay your review made me really happy), Smile-san (Your reviews inspired me to write!), Luka Song (Haha should I really be thanking you? No but really your review helped me so much... GODDESS OF FLASH hahahah), AdilaRain (very first review, thank you!)
UPDATE: I forgot someone! I AM SO SORRY! Gome, gome! auroraxisabella , thank you! You really encouraged me to keep on writing!
TA! until next time... *creepy music*
She takes a few careful steps towards the body lying in the dirt. A man, his face pockmarked and gaunt, the cheek bones sharp and angular. "I can take that clothing now," he mutters. "He's a noble. Maybe I should hold him for ransom…" Hisana can barely comprehend the situation, and yet, Kazuki's there, face down in the dust, the blood pooling around him. Nothing has changed. In fact, it's gotten worse.
She wishes she could do something…. But wouldn't it be better to leave now, while she still can? He will be left there, to rot and to know his own ignorance. Far away in the distance, she hears faint shouting. They will come, they will take him away, and they will leave their filth and dirtiness in Rukongai and go back to that safe, sheltered, bubble of a world.
Nothing has changed, and nothing ever will.
She'll never go back there. Perhaps Ayame was right after all. She doesn't belong. She's lost everything, her future, her past, her sister…..
Run, run now. Save your wretched life and run. The man who dared even touch a noble will die, and in the end, it will probably be for the better. He will be freed from his suffering.
That little voice returns, as it always does. She turns away, the soft golden light of the evening illuminating everything beautifully. "Hey, you!"
"What happened! Did you do this!"
The man is cornered against a wall, two hulking, massive shadows blocking his sunlight.
"What should we do with him, Kuchiki-sama?"
"Yes, what should we do?
Their voices almost sound mocking.
"…Kill him. We can't have him endangering other people."
That voice is unmistakable. The voice of a noble. Kuchiki. She's heard that name before. Hisana bites her lip, but something roots her to the spot. It might have been fear; it might have been something else. She stands still, her face turned away. A hiss as a sword is pulled out of its sheath. Oh, it's just another commoner. As significant as a grain of sand in the desert.
"Please allow me, Kuchiki-sama. Why don't you head back to Sereitei? This filth is damaging."
Footsteps, and then silence. "I can't believe that kid is going to be the head of the Kuchiki family."
"Ha ha. He'll ruin us all with that temper of his…."
"YOU!"
Sharp nails dig into her shoulder, forcing her to turn around as a familiar blonde head comes into view. "You bitch! What did you do to him!" Hisana is momentarily speechless while Ayame glares at her with flinty eyes dark with absolute hatred.
"I asked you a question! WHAT DID YOU DO!"
"Akio-sama, there is no reason to harm the commoners."
"He's my brother! What the hell did she do the him!"
"Calm down, Akio-sama, please."
"I will not-"
She was dragged away by the soul reaper, her screams muffled. The other soul reaper slung Kazuki across his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, and with a swish they disappeared in the wind, leaving the trembling man alone.
Kazuki's blood mingles with the blood on the ground. There are still wails, moans of despair. Fresh blood stains the ground. Hisana almost wishes that Ayame would scream at her, would tell her what a filthy, tainted, evil, selfish, ugly, lying, thief she was. Because she needed to hear the truth.
There was no chance of Rukia surviving now. She was such a fool. This time there truly was nothing left, not even hope.
Hisana walked, her eyes dull with suffering, not even seeing where she was going. There was nothing left. Nothing. Someone, end my suffering. Please. The heart was a stupid thing.
The sky is grey, and the rain begins to fall. It's like the world itself is crying. The children cry out eagerly and rush forwards, clutching small clay pots in their hands. The rain falls harder, and the people, their eyes as empty as always, struggle to find shelter from the pounding wet. The ground becomes muddy and wet, adding to the filth. Hisana stays out in the open, letting herself be soaked to the skin, shivering. It's cold.
And then the rain stops. Or….
She can still hear the pitter patter of raindrops.
She opens her eyes. Someone is holding an umbrella over her head, protecting her. The fabric white, with small cherry blossoms on it. She turns her head…. and violet finds grey. Their eyes lock... and the world falls away. There's always hope, the voice whispers silently
Always.