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[March 9] [Bleach] "The Stairway"
Title: The Stairway
Day/Theme: March 9th - "the challenge: bring order to the whole"
Series: Bleach
Characters: Ulquiorra, references to Ichigo & Aizen
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Hypothetical end sequence. Post Soul Society arc.
The Stairway
He walks the ruined streets, the tip of his sword drawing a line in the dust behind him. There are sounds of fighting in the distance but he pays them no heed, his eyes on the white tower that rises above the city, a glimmering line of pearl in the evening sun. If he can get there, maybe he can understand why he exists, why he's still breathing.
They're winning the war with every step he takes, every drop of blood he spills with a careless flick of his hand. Buildings crumble with a cut of his gaze, a turn of his head.
He has yet to unsheathe his blade.
But when he reaches the tower, he feels no victory. The curved walls are cold and empty. There is no presence there, no one to tell him that there is an end and this is it. He wants to stop, to be still, to rest. Was that not what he was promised in the beginning? Was that not what all souls were taught to achieve? Death is a release but he cannot find it.
Tilting his head back, he gazes up at the long, spiraling flight of stairs. Outside, the heat of an explosion breezes through his hair. The boy is coming for him, to cut him down. Ulquiorra would smile if he could remember how. Instead, he places his foot on the first step.
"The throne of Heaven is empty," he murmurs.
And though he believes it, he climbs anyway.
End
Day/Theme: March 9th - "the challenge: bring order to the whole"
Series: Bleach
Characters: Ulquiorra, references to Ichigo & Aizen
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Hypothetical end sequence. Post Soul Society arc.
The Stairway
He walks the ruined streets, the tip of his sword drawing a line in the dust behind him. There are sounds of fighting in the distance but he pays them no heed, his eyes on the white tower that rises above the city, a glimmering line of pearl in the evening sun. If he can get there, maybe he can understand why he exists, why he's still breathing.
They're winning the war with every step he takes, every drop of blood he spills with a careless flick of his hand. Buildings crumble with a cut of his gaze, a turn of his head.
He has yet to unsheathe his blade.
But when he reaches the tower, he feels no victory. The curved walls are cold and empty. There is no presence there, no one to tell him that there is an end and this is it. He wants to stop, to be still, to rest. Was that not what he was promised in the beginning? Was that not what all souls were taught to achieve? Death is a release but he cannot find it.
Tilting his head back, he gazes up at the long, spiraling flight of stairs. Outside, the heat of an explosion breezes through his hair. The boy is coming for him, to cut him down. Ulquiorra would smile if he could remember how. Instead, he places his foot on the first step.
"The throne of Heaven is empty," he murmurs.
And though he believes it, he climbs anyway.
End
