*A/N*- So this idea just popped up earlier in my head and I figured I'd give it a go. Enjoy! –Chey

The Spring Showers

Preface

My eyes stared at the ceiling registering the things going on around me but my mind doesn't allow me to process them. All my mind processes is the nearly silent call of my name resounding through my mind in a dull thrum. Each day it gets louder and sometimes I find myself reaching toward it. Toward what you ask; well that would be death. I wish for death most days now. I'm searching for something and I call out in return but all I receive is a dull throb of my name.

I've grown weaker these past few days and I don't mind dying now that Aizen is defeated. My fingers grip the sheets and I release a sigh as the pain flares up again. The war ended days ago but my injuries were so extensive to my soul that they bled to my human body and put me in critical condition. I knew I would die going up against that man but once again that didn't bother me. Unlike most souls reborn as humans I remember the life I had in the Seireitei before my rebirth. I remember the hand that held mine close to their heart as I passed and I remember the tears falling on my face from the pale blue eyes. I know that the person who mourned my death is the one calling to me.

"Ichigo please…you've got to be strong…you can't die." Rukia whispers brokenly her head lying on her arm as she stares at me in despair. Reaching over I pat her hand and try to reassure her with my best smile. Her violet eyes trace it and a wilted sigh escapes her thin lips.

"Rukia, don't worry we'll see each other again at some point, I'm bound to return to the Seireitei at some point right?" Her eyes light up from the inside in the slightest and she nods before grasping my hand tightly in her own for her own type of support. Rukia and I are like brother and sister in a sense. At first there was attraction between us but that withered and with its withering brought the bloom of a powerful friendship.

"You do know that I will search for you until I reach the ends of the Earth right?" she whispers and I smirk and nod softly before looking over at Renji who is looking at the floor and leaning against the wall.

"Pineapple head, I know you want to say something. By the way, I'll miss you too." I murmur returning my gaze to the ceiling and he chuckles before moving to my side as well. Both haven't left my side once since the final battle.

'Ichi…go!' There it is again…that voice. Where is it coming from? That voice it is my world, if only I could reach it.

I reach toward the voice and as I do my grip on the hand holding my own weakens as my body does. I hear a sharp sob but dismiss it as I can now see a thin pale hand moving toward me following a smooth red ribbon. I then realize that grasped in my fingers is another red ribbon and my eyes follow its length to find the two ribbons knotted to one another so intricately that one could never untie them. The pale hand merges into an arm and from that arm forms a shoulder then a body. Deep brown hair flows to a slim neck that flows easily into bare shoulders. The red ribbon covers two round mounds and then reveals thin hips until it reaches her waistline where the ribbon twirls around her. Lean legs are revealed after the end of the ribbon. Looking into the pale blue eyes staring into mine I feel a calmness sweep over me that I haven't felt in quite some time. Dark bangs fall across a pale forehead and fall into thick black lash covered eyes. A dainty nose sits above two light pinks lips and a small blush covers high cheekbones.

"Finally…" Was the only words released from her lips as her hand reaches mine and locks with it bringing me entirely to her completely. Her eyes speak all and through them I find the missing pieces I have been searching for in my memories. In them I see the world and how it centers entirely on her. It's like a million strings that are connected to pieces of me and all flow into her where she grips them tightly and keeps them balanced.

"Finally…Izumi…" I murmur in return and then we move together so the knot of ribbon it between us before reaching forward and placing our free hand on the ribbon and the world blackens. The vision before me is gone just like that.