@moonfanged
Few things could match the agony of shattering—and in bankai no less—yet going unheard after the fact might just be enough to top it. Clouds, formed long before he shattered, rolled menacingly through the sky, yet the rain did not fall. His being twisted into little more than raw fury and agony as time stretched on and lost meaning as he screamed.
Yet the world continued on as if he didn’t even make a sound.
In another situation, he might take pride in his other half’s resilience, but he suspected in this case it was only because his wielder did not yet know. He grew silent as the agony stretched on until finally, finally, the first drop of rain hit his skin.
“ ICHIGO—PLEASE— ”















