Rose is my OC. Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.

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OMJ Here it is : D
The…..

ALTERNATIVE ENDING!

: O

YES! I TOLD YOU ALL THERE'D BE ONE!

But I never said it would be happy… TT^TT

PLEASE, DON'T KILL ME

And enjoy the very last chapter f Wild Roses.

BUT THIS IS NOT THE END OF ROSE AND GRIMMJOW!

There will be DRABBELS! : D

Rose awoke from her peaceful resting place in the domes tall grass, greeted by a solemn faced, bandaged, Yylfordt.

It had been months since the start of the truce, things had been running smoothly, and rose found it nearly unbelievable. So far, the other side hadn't done anything at all. There had been some extreme hallow attacks lately, though, and Rose wondered why such a breakout would happen now. She sat up, and yawned.

Scanning her eyes over him, Rose noted the various cuts and rips in his uniform, and all of the bloody bandages.

He used his good arm to help her up.

"What- what happen? YOU look terrible- I mean-"

Yylfordts' stone face never changed.

"Rose, I- I have something to show you." A heavy feeling descended upon her, and she quietly followed Yylfordt down the long, white hallways of Las Noches. She didn't ask any questions. Their quiet footsteps echoed off the monstrous white wall. Rose bit her lip, and wished that she wasn't walking where she knew she was walking.

When they reached the medical wing, Rose knew what was going on.

Just as Yylfordt was about to open the door, she stopped him.

"Did everyone come back?" Rose said, looking him in the eyes.

"What do you-"

"Did everyone come back? Is everyone here, is there 6 of you people, in one piece, back in this building?"

Rose waited in stone cold silence. Yylfordt lowered his head, and avoided her eyes.

She knew, now, that not everyone had made it home.

"Who's gone? Please-"

Yylfordt took a deep breath.

"We lost Shawlong and Edrad. And-"

"Oh my God… BOTH of them? Who were you fighting-! Wait! You were just about to say another name! Please don't- just… it isn't... is it?" Rose was panicked. It was bad enough finding out that Shawlong and Edrad were dead, and she was just too shocked to properly mourn. But, now she knew that someone else was gone. Another had died, and she was praying to every God she knew of that it wasn't who she thought it was.

"Please, he's not-"

It was either Di Roy or Grimmjow, she knew. She'd seen Nakeem earlier in the day. He had escaped unhurt, she'd supposed.

It would hurt to hear either of their names.

Rose took a deep breath. "Please, don't tell me. Who ever is in that hospital bed behind these doors is the one who made it home. It'd be better if we just did this that way. You don't need to tell me." Rose smiled as best as she could, and tried very hard not to cry.

She pressed her shaking hand to the cold door, and pushed it open tentatively.

She gasped, and leaned up against the wall to steady herself.

Di Roy was lying in the sickly white bed, like he had done months ago.

A twisted wave of grief and overwhelming sadness washed over her; tossing Rose into an ocean of anger. She held on to her lifesaver of sick relief that he'd survived.

It hadn't quiet struck her that If Di Roy was the one in the bed, and then Grimmjow was the one who would not come home.

She walked carefully over to the bed. "I'm so happy you're okay!" Rose was about to hug him when Di Roy stopped her.

"Rose…" Di Roy looked at her, his eyes screaming apologies. She sat on the floor and leaned against the bed, nodding.

"I know! I KNOW, GODDAMMIT! But can't I be HAPPY that ONE of you will LIVE?" Her raw voice roared through the medical wing, and she let her heart out to mourn.

The whole effect of the grief was miles away, and Yylfordt left the two alone.

Rose cried for a long time. She swore and yelled; cursing fate and it's backhanded love.

This was not even the beginning of her breakdown; she knew. And so did Di Roy.

Finally, and 4:30 in the morning, Rose had cried herself to sleep, still leaning up against the bed.

Silence bounced off the cold stone floor as Di Roy sat, twisting and turning the deadly situation over in his head.

Why did he live?

Why did he get out?

Why was he the one sitting here, lost for words as she cried, trying to scrape up a fumbling attempt at comforting Rose?

Was there anyway things could have turned out differently?

He tore the scenario up into tiny pieces, carefully dissecting them and, with great criticism, scoured over every bit, looking for something- SOMETHING that he could have changed.

But there was nothing.

Hanging his head in shame, whispering the smallest apologies, Di Roy waited out the night.

Sleep evaded him, leaving him with searing pain in his heart and wounds, and a heavy guilt on his shoulders.

Daybreak was too far away.