I wrote this for a contest on DA. It's how I envision Bleach Ending. I originally planned a really happy go lucky ending but I decided that this one fit far better.
For the group: Bleach-Fairy-Tales Contest
Bleach Ending
Long, permanently colored, pitch black hair, sways in front of his face due to the cool breeze. Fresh green grass and unscathed sidewalks and streets, are splattered with blood of the fallen. Very few had survived the onslaught, those being a minority of captains and lieutenants from Soul Society. None of those he cared about had lived and that drove through him like a nail pinning him down. Dull brown eyes scan over the bodies again, for what seems like the millionth time, his mind still not wanting to process the end of their fight. He hadn't meant for it to end this way.
Yes, he had used the last technique. He had thought he could save everyone; defeat the Espada, stop Aizen, and so much more. Killing wasn't something he was accustomed to yet, and never would be. Due to that technique, he lost all hints of Soul Reaper power. But that is just fine with him, he doesn't ever want to pick up that sword again. It's time to pass the torch anyway.
The bright sunshine beams down, causing all the red to glitter and the stench of death to infiltrate his senses. Tears well up in his eyes, threatening to fall. But the pain is so much...that he's numb about the situation. Too many friends died in the time that has passed. Now, his father has gone to join his mother. Nothing could have protected them from their fate, but he stills feels remorse.
A small, warm hands grasps on to each of this own. Looking down at the owners, he sees his two sisters in perfect health. Their own tearful eyes lock onto his, forcing the sadness in him to come forward. Collapsing to his knees, he wraps the two girls in his arms, letting their cries flow freely into the street, just as death had.