Author's Notes: This is the final installment of this collection. It's a small piece to end on, but a hopeful one. Spoilers up to manga chapter 180. If you're interested in reading more drabbles about these two, you are more than welcome at my Livejournal, which is where I post the majority of my writing these days. Thanks for hanging in with me this long and enjoy this final scene.
They're standing on the balcony of oblivion, watching events slide out of their control. There's blood and death on the field and it's soaking into the ground, making the earth groan and tremble. The wind tumbles through the meadow grass and doesn't make a sound, the eerie weight of doom stifling all movement. They can't hear anything except his voice as it rises, so calm and polite as if he isn't breaking buildings with his stare.
Aizen takes his glasses off. The wind picks up.
Shunsui tilts his hat down and the world knows it as something out of place in that frenzied nonexistance. Nanao knows it as a sign that he's come down to himself, like lightning headed for water. He's grounded and focused and bleeding. He's going to draw his twin swords and bring back the music.
Nanao wants to hear it again, that song of paradise, of flowers and freedom. Aizen's words mean death, a death beyond destruction. In that supposed heaven, they've found the devil.
He flees, with the breeze to carry him. The world stills and settles and Nanao already wants to forget, but the blood on Shunsui's face won't let her.
And they're still standing on oblivion -
- but at least they're together.