Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters as they belong to Tite Kubo.
We are alone.
We are absolutely alone.
But we will be alone together forever.
He put an arm around her. She smiled and spoke, "Hey, Stark? You feel nice." Her innocence beamed from her face as he knelt down to her level.
"Hey, Stark? I feel weird. I don't know how to describe it. It's like pain, but I'm not hurt." The young girl said as she stared up at him. He sighed.
Stark grabbed her hand, walking over to a sand dune he could sit on, "I think that pain's what they call sadness. It's what you get when your lonely and don't fix it."
"But I'm not lonely. I got you. Isn't that enough? Why am I still sad?" Lilynette looked up at him as she crawled over into his lap. She closed her eyes as she felt his arms wrap around her.
"You're sad because I'm lonely and I can't fix it." Stark plainly said, leaning back as he took Lilynette with him. She sprawled out on his naked chest, her body heat beginning to warm him more than the torn robes they wrapped themselves in were.
"So you're the sad one and because you're sad, we're both sad? That makes sense." Her voice seemed to calm down as she snuggled into his chest, her body heat reminding him he was alive.
"Lilynette, come here." Stark commanded. Her naked frame crawled up his body until her face was parallel with his. He pulled her down, his lips touching her own.
She pulled away, "That felt good. Why? What was that, Stark?"
Stark sat her up and stared at her, "A way to make the loneliness disappear."
"Oooh! That's why it felt so good! Let's do it again! More! More!" The little girl commanded as she pounced on Stark, her lips searching for his.
He turned her over so she was on her back. Their bodies wrestled with each other as they kissed passionately. His arms held her gently. She felt safe in his arms and happy to be around him. He felt better just by holding her and hearing her laugh.
They were not alone.
They were never alone.
They always had each other.
They are one.
They are a single entity, but they love each other.
They are the embodiment of narcissism, if you will
And they are falling. They are dying.
He hugs her one last time in his mind, as if grabbing her for eternity.
We will be together.
Forever.
A/N: I was cleaning up my documents and found this. I wrote it a while back so I made a few edits and decided to post it. Yay for drabbles~! Also, I like them as a pairing, but I also like them as a platonic thing so you get a weird, vague thing from me regarding what they are to each other. Anyways, reviews? That'd be cool, bro.