Bleach FanFiction: One Word

[The Nightingale]

Here's a Bleach one I am working on ^_^. C&C, But please, not TOO too harsh.

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“U-Uryuu...” I blinked through the tears, looking at Uryu. His face
was a mask that potrayed no emotion as he watched me. My vision was
starting to go fuzzy. Not good.... 'I've lost to much blood', I thought
vaguely, struggling to stand. Uryuu’s father, Ryuuken watched in
amusement as I collapsed back on the ground.
“You Soul Reapers just don’t know when to quit do you?" He said
snidely, kicking me. I drew in a sharp breath, everything hurt....
there was blood everywhere. I didn't know where it came from. I winced,
feeling more blood coming from my stomach. It was starting to rain. I
knew I was going to die. Ryuuken had placed some kind of paralyzing
kido on me. I had no chance of crawling away to safety.
I glared up at Ryuuken. “W-Why?” I asked, it hurt to talk now too.
“Soul Reapers disgust me. I warned my son not to affiliate with
them. And YOU just wouldn't leave him alone.” He said. He turned and
threw my zanpaktou to Uryuu. “We will give that to her brother as a
warning to stay away from us quincies.” Ryuuken said, walking away from
me. Uryuu looked at me then at the zanpakto. “Oh, and Uryuu?”
“Yes Father?”
“That necklace you wear.... it’s from her is it not?” Ryuuken
asked. Uryuu looked down at the small cross on his neck. I had given it
to him for his birthday. His eyes looked soft as he looked at it. My
eyes stung now, there was blood running down my face. “Get rid of it
Uryuu, prove once and for all you are done with all soul reapers. Prove
that she matters not.” Uryuu nodded silently and took a few steps
closer to me. I watched as he slowly took the necklace off. Something
flickered across his face. Pain? Sadness? Then it was gone, his face
settling back into the emotionless mask. He dropped the necklace into a
puddle near my hand. His eyes met my eyes, then he looked away. But not
before I saw the pain in his eyes. He walked back to his father, not
looking at me now. Ryuuken smiled at his son. He looked at me one last
time. “Goodbye Soul Reaper. Maybe I’ll have the pleasure of killing you
as a Hollow.” Uryuu’s fist clenched at his father's words, but he did
not turn. He started walking away with his father.
I lay there, in a puddle of my blood. It was raining quite hard now.
The pain was too much... sleep never sounded so good before. I moved my
hand a bit. Heh, I guess the kido was wearing off. Mustering up some
strength, I moved my hand over to Uryuu’s cross, picking it up,
clutching it. Squeezing it, staring up at the sky. One word came out
of my mouth. “Uryuu....” Then there was only darkness.

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Amaia Kurosaki, that was me. God, I’m so naive. I actually thought
Soul Reapers and Quincies could get along. Uryuu was my best friend and
we had always gotten along. But I should of known that that wouldn't
last. I thought of my twin brother, Ichigo. He’d be pissed once he
learned what happened to me. That I was dead... was I dead? I couldn't
tell. What happened when Soul Reapers died?

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A sharp pain. Damn, when will this pain stop? You’d think being
dead you wouldn't feel it. “Kisuke I think she moved!” Wait... a voice?
It sounded kinda like Ururu, but I couldn't be sure. I took a chance
and opened my eyes. Mistake. The light was way beyond intense. I
quickly shut them again.
“Are you sure?” Was that Kisuke?
“Yeah she just opened her eyes for a second.”
“Aww, I wanted to be here when she woke up - so the first thing
she’d see is my beautiful face! <3”
“She would probably fall back into a coma if she woke up and saw
that first.” Jinta said.
I struggled to speak but failed. I tried again. “You guys do
realize I can hear you right?” I said, opening my eyes just a crack.