Ookami Hitokage: Mmm. This is gonna be a bunch of three oneshots, of how our favourite Shinigami died. Meroko's up, first. D: Oh, just so y'all know, I won't be mentioning any names in these angst-fics. ;P

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Ribbons

By Ookami Hitokage

A bitter, angry smile crosses her face as she stares out into the rain, her head bowed. Tears fall down her face, but are masked by the falling rain. The landscape is grey, desolate, empty; just like her heart.

A sob manages to escape her lips, and her hands clench into fists.

Why am I here? I shouldn't be…it's not like anyone cares, anyway.

One of her hands lift and brushes a strand of hair away from her face. Her hair is plastered to her body, as is her clothes.

The rain…it's so calming…but…

The pain of seeing her love kissing her friend is still fresh. I want you to smile…like you always do. Why do you hate me? You hate me so much…that…you…betray me. You know I like him. Yet you cut me up like this.

She has no reason to live. The shocked, angered, hurt, betrayed girl grips her right arm with her left, turning it upward so her palm faces the sky. She brings her wrist up to her face, as if inspecting it.

Will it hurt?

Will it hurt more?

Can I start over?

Maybe if I'm not here…

She sees the blood vessels in her wrist, so clearly underneath her skin. She could easily slice them, and the pain would vanish.

After a few, shaky moments, she takes a knife from her pocket, and sets it above her wrist. She allows the blade to make contact with her skin, but not puncture. Not yet.

The metal…it feels so cold…

Drops of rain fall upon the knife, giving it an eerie effect. I hope…this doesn't hurt.

Finally, she carefully slides the knife across her skin, vertically. A cut appears, and blood begins to flow through. However, she is so far back in her mind that she no longer notices the pain.

Ribbons… A bitter smile crosses her face. They look like…red ribbons.