Cry For the Moon
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Do you cry to the heaven's high
When you're confined in here?
Do you not ever wonder
Why these leaden tears will never dry?
They'll leave behind so many shadows in my mind.
-Blank Infinity, Epica
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A cool breeze passed as he opened his eyes. It was a cold night, but when wasn't it? When wasn't it night? When was there an end to this endless monotone being? The outside world didn't seem to shift, it looked all the same to him, but then, what could he see? There was only that one window. So for him, for them, the outside world didn't change much.
In this cruel darkness, there was only them. The room was barren. He didn't know for how long they'd been here; it could be weeks or months, maybe even a year now. There was no way to tell, for in Hueco Mundo it was always night. He was surprised, though, that they were still alive. One would've thought they would've been put to death. But no, they were still alive. Had they forgotten them? Or was it some form of torture? Not that he didn't appreciate being alive, but this wasn't called living either. Were they stuck discussing how exactly to execute them?
He sat up and looked out the window. The moon granted him some light so he could see the silhouette of his lover. Grimmjow had somehow kept his sword with him; it was lying next to their makeshift bed. Depressing really, when he thought about it. He himself had hidden Zangetsu someplace safe. They couldn't do much in here. The room was sealed and they were left completely powerless. There wasn't any hope for escape. They'd been drained of 95% of their reiatsu.
Sometimes, he thought it would've been better if they'd die. Being in this place with a vague sense of fear couldn't be called living. He could feel sometimes, that even Grimm was afraid, and that only served to scare him even more. Everything was so shallow; nothing seemed to be anymore other than them. He could only feel Grimmjow's warmth and the rest was cold cold cold. Nothing. There wasn't anything and he could feel himself slowly dying inside, he could feel something breaking, and he knew when he looked into the teal-haired male's eyes that he felt it too. Everything they were was being ripped to shreds, slowly. Their world was a dark and cruel one, cast away to the bane of existence.
He brought his knees up to his chest and slowly let go, cried.
Why?! Why couldn't the world accept it?! What was so wrong? What had they done that was so violently bad?! What had they done to deserve such a betrayal? They had only loved each other for Christ's sake! Was love illegal now? Was it such a big crime that they had to be locked up like criminals in a cell, left with no light of hope in what little life they had? He could still remember all their faces as they turned their backs on them, all the disgust and disdain, the hate. Couldn't they understand? Were they so blinded by prejudices? The war had ended, couldn't they see past the whole Shinigami vs. Arrancar thing? Things were never that simple.
He broke down completely, giving in at last. His shoulders shook violently, but he was barely aware of that. Who cared? They could be executed at any given moment. Did anything matter?
He felt strong arms hugging him from behind and calmed down a bit. Grimmjow placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
Their future was gone, their past meaningless. They only had now, however long that would last.
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I cry for us in silence
In this cruel existence
With no hope for salvation
But I will never stop loving you
No matter what
Even if it means dying.