Characters: Matsumoto +/ Gin
Warnings: Death, blood
Summary: Matsumoto knew there was a reason she had learned bankai....
Disclaimer: Not mine. I only do bad things to them.
A/N: Seriously written just now.
The trees in Hueco Mundo were all crystal, something like smoky quartz. There was no water, and consequently no wood. There was nothing to burn. Smiling, Matsumoto realized that it didn’t matter.
Her hands came away crimson after touching Gin’s body, but she wasn’t surprised. She had been there; she was the one who did that, wasn’t she? Cutting someone’s throat with their own zanpakutou was a nasty thing to do, she supposed, but it was Gin himself who had teased her that she had never been nice....
It was dry here; the air etched acrid patterns into her own throat and made her cough, but at least she still breathed. No water, no wood, no life... but even so, it would take Soul Society ages to get everything cleaned up. Matsumoto realized she hadn’t a clue whether a hungry Hollow would try to eat a corpse or not, but she wasn’t going to wait a few days to find out.
There was no wood to help it along, but at least flesh would always burn; she would see to that. Hoarsely, as she swung her own sword in a curtain of flame, she whispered, “Goodbye, Gin....”
She had known there was a reason she bothered to learn bankai.