Failure

By: TG

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Author's Notes: I wrote this little drabble exercise a long time ago and thought, 'Hell, I should post this or something.' So… That's what I'm doing!

Warning: This will contain an OOC Ichigo. If you don't like it, then don't read it. I don't want to hear complaints about an OOC Ichigo since I have warned you sufficiently. Also, a deathfic and kind of depressing. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach

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Failure

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To lose, to let down, to disappoint, to dissatisfy… All of those words are synonymous with failure in Kurosaki Ichigo's mind. He sees the world in white and black, win or lose, right or wrong. He has no problem giving others as many second chances as they want, but when it comes to himself, he believes second chances are wasted.

This is his state of mind as he is lying in the midst of the rubble he created while fighting the Cuarto Espada. Around him, Las Noches lies in ruins. Not a sound, not even the shifting of the chunks of the once formidable palace, and Ichigo has never felt more alone in his life.

'Lost… I lost.' Ichigo remembers what Renji told him after his embarrassing defeat to the Sexta. It was something like, 'at least you're still alive.'

What kind of life can he possibly lead when he has to live with the fact that he has failed his friends and family? How can he live with himself when he survives and they die? He knows he is being a little dramatic, but it's still a relevant question. Perhaps, in consideration to the lifestyle he now leads, he expects to die before his friends and family. At least if he does, he will never have to live without them.

This thought comforts him, and, alone, he closes his eyes and breathes one last breath, filled with dust, silence, and pain.

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AN: Uh, the end…? :)

TG ©November 2009