[For a moment, everything is fine - and the relief that flashes on his face is practically shining, seeing Gabe look so, so -
And then the world stops.
A few things hit him first. There's a deep pain, the sound of bones breaking in his body, familiar and awful - and as he breathes again, he exhales bloody sputnum instead of air. His eyes go wide, shock and pain on his face as he collapses, blood having flown from his body onto the nearby desk, the wall -
He hits the floor, and more than the blood he's losing, the blood he's currently nearly drowning in from his own lungs, the buckshot in his bones and sternum and everywhere, making it hurt hurt hurt hurt -
Gabe...shot him. Gabe...shot him, and didn't even let him explain. Gabe -]
Aaa...agh...
[Without thinking, he reaches out with a shaking, blood covered hand - and grabs onto Gabe's pant leg, looking up at -
his partner? his senior agent?
his....murderer.]
R....Re...ye....
[He coughs, bloody froth making it hard to think, to breathe - but he just keeps looking, and -
Tears flow down his cheeks, mixing with the blood, eyes full of nothing but shock, hurt, and despair.]
He doesn't even remember pulling the trigger- his finger wasn't even on it, or so he thought- but that's his gun going off in his hands and now Ichigo is falling.
Gabe has killed many, many people before. But this is the first time he's regretted it even before the gun went off.
Ichigo grabbing for his leg seems to snap him out of that stupor, though. He drops the gun entirely and goes down right next to Ichigo, kneeling closely enough that he can try to assess Ichigo's wounds. Buckshot to the chest, probably several broken bones and torn organs. This needs a lot of health packs to even give Ichigo a shot at living, and Gabe is out of those at the moment.]
It's fine.
[He's lying, partially for Ichigo's sake and partially for his own. He'll last longer if he doesn't panic, just try to reassure him.]
It's fine, we'll get you patched right up, and you'll be good as new. I can handle this, it's fine.
[It's not fine at all, and his tone probably betrays that. But he's still trying to apply pressure to Ichigo's chest, to maybe slow the bleeding a bit.]
[There's nothing but choked noised answering him as the blood fills up his lungs - unfortunately, his sternum did it's job and protected his heart, but not the lungs - and bloody froth is coming more and more out of his mouth, practically gurgling with each breath.
He doesn't stop holding on, but it's clear he's beginning to drown in his own blood - and his eyes keep boring into Gabe's, just continually asking why. why.
Why did this happen? Why didn't he listen?
Why did - he shoot?
Was Ichigo...the only one who actually cared? Was everything just - his way of keeping him at arm's length?
Was this...his fault, for not listening more to Gabe? For not falling in line with what he said?
Everything hurts, but he can't tell if it's his body, or his emotions that hurt more, as his eyes begin to slowly glaze over as he dies by slow, agonizing inches.
[He can't fix this, no. That settles into his mind and he just breathes, trying to take in enough air to keep that tightness in his throat from coming out. This is all his fault. Ichigo is going to drown in his own blood, and it's all his fault.
He can't fix this, but maybe he can make it quicker. Ichigo deserves that much, at least.
Resigned, Gabe pulls his hands away from Ichigo's dying body, and instead he goes for his shotgun. Then he stands up, to give himself enough distance to not accidentally hurt himself.
He holds up the gun once more, but this time when he looks down at Ichigo, it's with sadness in his eyes.]
Go home, mijo.
[It's not the apology he deserves, but. Well. Gabe's never been good at apologizing.
And with that, he pulls the trigger once more.
At least this way Ichigo doesn't have to suffer anymore.]
there's something important about it, and yet, he doesn't know what it means. If he had time, if he could speak, he'd say he could never go back home, not like this -
And then the gun goes off again, and the top part of Ichigo's skull goes with it, spreading brain, blood, and bits of skull across the room. Those still open eyes go from slowly fading to empty in a second, as the now empty corpse's head lifelessly thuds on the ground.
In the middle of the mess that was once his brain is a small, throbbing petoskey stone.
As for Ichigo - his soul, not the body he's left behind - he barely spares a second glance before rapidly shunpoing out of the room, leaving everything behind.
It's the last time he'll ever talk to another human being for six months.
And when Gabe talks to him again, there will be no kindness, no jokes or mirth.
[It's when Ichigo dies that he finally, finally lets it come out. A harsh breath, a gasp, and a bite on his lower lip. It's the closest he's come to actually crying in a long, long time, but boy does his chest hurt right now. Ichigo didn't deserve any of this, he fucked up so badly here.
He almost misses Ichigo leaving, honestly. He's never actually seen a spirit before, so he doesn't even realize that it's Ichigo he's seeing. But something in him changed today, and he catches a blur of orange and black out of the corner of his eye. Which makes he turn suddenly, and look to the door.]
Kid?
[But there's nothing there. Ichigo is too fast, and it leaves Gabe thinking he's imagining things. Ichigo is dead now, after all. He won't be seeing him again.]
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And then the world stops.
A few things hit him first. There's a deep pain, the sound of bones breaking in his body, familiar and awful - and as he breathes again, he exhales bloody sputnum instead of air. His eyes go wide, shock and pain on his face as he collapses, blood having flown from his body onto the nearby desk, the wall -
He hits the floor, and more than the blood he's losing, the blood he's currently nearly drowning in from his own lungs, the buckshot in his bones and sternum and everywhere, making it hurt hurt hurt hurt -
Gabe...shot him. Gabe...shot him, and didn't even let him explain. Gabe -]
Aaa...agh...
[Without thinking, he reaches out with a shaking, blood covered hand - and grabs onto Gabe's pant leg, looking up at -
his partner? his senior agent?
his....murderer.]
R....Re...ye....
[He coughs, bloody froth making it hard to think, to breathe - but he just keeps looking, and -
Tears flow down his cheeks, mixing with the blood, eyes full of nothing but shock, hurt, and despair.]
....Wh...y....Ga...be....?
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He doesn't even remember pulling the trigger- his finger wasn't even on it, or so he thought- but that's his gun going off in his hands and now Ichigo is falling.
Gabe has killed many, many people before. But this is the first time he's regretted it even before the gun went off.
Ichigo grabbing for his leg seems to snap him out of that stupor, though. He drops the gun entirely and goes down right next to Ichigo, kneeling closely enough that he can try to assess Ichigo's wounds. Buckshot to the chest, probably several broken bones and torn organs. This needs a lot of health packs to even give Ichigo a shot at living, and Gabe is out of those at the moment.]
It's fine.
[He's lying, partially for Ichigo's sake and partially for his own. He'll last longer if he doesn't panic, just try to reassure him.]
It's fine, we'll get you patched right up, and you'll be good as new. I can handle this, it's fine.
[It's not fine at all, and his tone probably betrays that. But he's still trying to apply pressure to Ichigo's chest, to maybe slow the bleeding a bit.]
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He doesn't stop holding on, but it's clear he's beginning to drown in his own blood - and his eyes keep boring into Gabe's, just continually asking why. why.
Why did this happen? Why didn't he listen?
Why did - he shoot?
Was Ichigo...the only one who actually cared? Was everything just - his way of keeping him at arm's length?
Was this...his fault, for not listening more to Gabe? For not falling in line with what he said?
Everything hurts, but he can't tell if it's his body, or his emotions that hurt more, as his eyes begin to slowly glaze over as he dies by slow, agonizing inches.
You can't fix this, Gabe.]
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He can't fix this, but maybe he can make it quicker. Ichigo deserves that much, at least.
Resigned, Gabe pulls his hands away from Ichigo's dying body, and instead he goes for his shotgun. Then he stands up, to give himself enough distance to not accidentally hurt himself.
He holds up the gun once more, but this time when he looks down at Ichigo, it's with sadness in his eyes.]
Go home, mijo.
[It's not the apology he deserves, but. Well. Gabe's never been good at apologizing.
And with that, he pulls the trigger once more.
At least this way Ichigo doesn't have to suffer anymore.]
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there's something important about it, and yet, he doesn't know what it means. If he had time, if he could speak, he'd say he could never go back home, not like this -
And then the gun goes off again, and the top part of Ichigo's skull goes with it, spreading brain, blood, and bits of skull across the room. Those still open eyes go from slowly fading to empty in a second, as the now empty corpse's head lifelessly thuds on the ground.
In the middle of the mess that was once his brain is a small, throbbing petoskey stone.
As for Ichigo - his soul, not the body he's left behind - he barely spares a second glance before rapidly shunpoing out of the room, leaving everything behind.
It's the last time he'll ever talk to another human being for six months.
And when Gabe talks to him again, there will be no kindness, no jokes or mirth.
There will only be anger, and pain.]
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He almost misses Ichigo leaving, honestly. He's never actually seen a spirit before, so he doesn't even realize that it's Ichigo he's seeing. But something in him changed today, and he catches a blur of orange and black out of the corner of his eye. Which makes he turn suddenly, and look to the door.]
Kid?
[But there's nothing there. Ichigo is too fast, and it leaves Gabe thinking he's imagining things. Ichigo is dead now, after all. He won't be seeing him again.]