Holding My Last Breath
Yachiru could feel the blood leave her body and the warmth leave her skin. Her breathing was getting shallower as she tried to inhale oxygen, but through the wound Zaraki had given her, it was of no use. She was exhausted from the fight, and of the centuries of working and tending and mending and the centuries before that, of learning and killing and fighting. Her training had been effective, and now in her weakness Zaraki was stronger, strong enough to save the universe. He called out to her, but only her master and Isane had the skill to save her now.
I let you down, didn’t I, Minazuki? In the end, I wasn’t strong enough for our spirits.
Of course not, Yachiru-sama. We did well. We have died with honor.
We have, haven’t we? I finally atoned for my sin.
Then all was black, and a sense of euphoria surrounded the once-Captain of the Fourth. She had gone farther, done more, been more than anyone would have thought of her when she first learned the sword. She had accomplished much. Her life was not one lived in vain, and what she had done would ensure the future generations a chance to live.
With that thought, Unohana Yachiru ‘Retsu’ passed from the world. The quiet rasping noise ceased, and her spirit was at peace. Her inner world dissolved, taking both master and servant with it.
And at that very moment, a blue-eyed, black haired girl was conceived in the World of the Living. She would grow up to be a strong woman, with awareness to things not seen by others. With a quick mind and sharp reflexes, that girl would change her world… and then the next one after that.
