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A/N: Yes I know this sounds an awful lot like my HarryxDraco UlquiorraxIchigo one, but they were both running in my head at the same time that I chose to write and post both. I'll also have you know that this is the original one and that is why this has more information in it; I just chose to post the other one first. This is from Draco's perspective (if you didn't realise when you got to the end) and he becomes Gin… Harry is still Ulquiorra (although I don't think I've ever paired Gin and Ulquiorra together, and I really don't like the pairing it just fit for their character looks okay)
Title: Cruel to be Kind
Category: Crossover Harry Potter and Bleach
Characters: Harry, Draco, Ulquiorra, Gin
Summary: Draco reflects on his lives, or afterlives and his bond to the other half of his soul.
Words: 659
It was while I was dying that I realised I'd loved you, that I'd never hated you like everyone perceived, like the world had wanted to believe, and now that I am here looking down, watching you. I wish I'd tried harder, fought just a little bit more so I don't have to see those beautiful green eyes you possess become stained with the red of your enemies, with the red of your mourning of me, for I'd always said you'd never looked good in red, always green, Slytherin green.
Of course, I'd have never realised that you'd follow me only days later, a stray curse during battle, a battle in which you'd completed your objective and so didn't have to worry about the terror as you'd left them all with peace, a peace you should have had your whole life and didn't. We'd fallen together here in wherever we were, giddy with the thought of being together, forever this time, there was no way we could be torn apart. But fate always said we were her favourite's and so as time passed on the Earth below us, we never even noticed when fate turned her gaze upon us once more.
This time you were the first to leave, the first to disappear, fear in your beautiful green eyes as you were pulled from my arms and into the body of a woman and her child. I watched as you grew, a child in a happy home, no memories of us, of me, of what and who you really were, I watched you come out top of your classes at school, and just as you started university I was pulled into the world, no memory of anything. And so, at different ages we grew and died once again, although we didn't end up together in the same place, no fate wasn't that kind, although with our second death memories returned to me of your green eyes and your smile, and that god-awful scar on you head. I looked for you, I really did but instead I found someone else, a lot of someone else's in fact and they became the people with who I teased and tormented. Who would have thought I'd find a Weasley look-a-like that amused me the most?
It wasn't until I'd left my new life (or is it afterlife?) with my new superior, funny how I always follow a mad man, that we met again. I recognised you even with your facial markings and that mask upon your head, of course you didn't recognise me, how could you? You had no memories of anything except a hunger and knowledge of this world, Hueco Mundo, and of the other Espada who were with you. We never spent much time together; you always said I was "Trash" with a pure-blooded expressionlessness that I admired, irrevocably. It was also during this time that I didn't want to live under Aizen anymore and so tried to find ways to destroy him without him knowing, without you having to be the one to end it all like always. It worked, but only because of another, one who reminded me strongly of another Weasley, especially with the gingery-red hair and brown eyes, but with the price of that freedom I lost you once more, scattering to dust while you reached out looking for your 'Heart', never knowing that all along it had been me.
I also should have known fate had a sense of humour, for like that first battle in which we lost each other I didn't keep you waiting, just like you never kept me waiting. Aizen made sure of that and so, as I died with the knowledge that the strawberry named brat (Weaslette look-a-like) would take care of everything this time around I felt your arms encircle my frame, my soul in the new place where we could finally be together.
"Welcome back, Draco."
"I'm home, Harry."