His blood freezes as she stiffens in his arms and a blade cuts through the both of them, slicing upwards with a rough jerk. He looks down at Rukia as she goes limp on his chest, and he can feel their blood begin to mix between them as he holds her. They both collapse in a cluttered heap, his vision fading fast as white hot heat rips itself through his body and he lets out a grunt of pain. Rukia stares into his eyes, her violet orbs wide with shock, pain and fear as blood drips from the corner of her mouth in a thick scarlet streak. His hands are coated in red and he can feel the steal of a sword protruding from her chest, right through her heart. The blade misses his, instead cutting into his lower right lung. She smiles grimly, as if accepting her fate, the fear no longer present in her expression. He panics, holding her to his chest as though by doing so he'll keep her safe.
"Rukia come on stay with me," he mutters through chocked breaths. She's not allowed to die. He won't let her. This can't be the end. No, not now. Not like this.
Rough hands pull them apart and he's left clutching numbly at the empty space where she had been. He struggles to his feet, swinging Zangetsu around with a mighty roar. What have they done? What have they done?
He's met with another blade, and he cuts at the person who dares to stand in his way. They can't take her away. Blindly, he hacks at his foe, not bothering with defense he just needs to get to her. He is quickly surrounded and forced to the ground on his belly, Zangetsu ripped from his grasp as he gasps desperately for air. Everything becomes a muffled haze as wetness soaks his shihakusho and every breath he takes feels like he's drowning. He can do nothing, left lying helpless in the dirt as they carry Rukia away and his consciousness fades to darkness.