Shunsui:

The silence was piercing, nobody spoke a word, it had been a few minutes since he had died, I couldn't take it any more, I held onto my best friends body, I cried into his bloodied shoulder not caring who thought what, he was dead, with that damn stubborn smile on his face, why did he smile, I didn't understand.

'why do you smile Juu' I knew why he did, I just couldn't process it, Nanao sat down, still holding her empty cup of sake that she had shared with Jushiro, she broke down, crying into her knees, never letting that cup go.

Unohana had also drank her sake, she stared at the cup in her hand, tears falling, anyone could tell she blamed herself for not being able to do anything.

I was lost to tears, he was still bleeding slightly, why didn't it stop, why did it never stop, he's dead for fuck sake, it already did its job, just stop, we don't know how long we all sat there for but no one bothered us, the third seats came back and cried with Nanao, eventually Unohana claimed the voice of sense.

'I'll get a squad here and clean up'

'NO, they can't touch him, they can't touch the smile, anything but don't touch his smile' losing it again to tears, if he had to steal Jushiro away he would, just to make sure he stayed happy, he had to be happy.

Everyone was surprised how I bit back, they had probably never seen me this determined 'granted' Unohana said, she stood 'I'll alert the other divisions'

Nanao and his 3rd seats just watched as I held him, they had long exhausted their tears, sitting in silence.

He looked so peaceful, like he was really sleeping, but I knew he was too cold to be sleeping, I made up my mind then, I stood carrying his tiny frame with me, I took him and cleaned him, I washed the blood away, always leaving that smile on his lips, I washed his hair, I did everything he liked even down to using that soap he always smelt of, then I dried and dressed him in his favourite clothes, his uniform, and sat outside with him, he liked that.

He stayed the way I cleaned him until he was buried, no one had dared touch him after that, they knew I would be in a murderous rage, he was buried in his favourite place to be, near the lake where he would sit and watch it for hours on end in silence, that smile on his face, always that smile.

Nanao had given her captain space and time, she knew he needed it, the 3rd seats couldn't run the division for days, but they came back eventually and picked up the slack, that last pile of paperwork he did before he died would remain in his house, not to be touched, eventually his house was cleaned and shut down, they'd found spilt tea where the Captain had dropped it before getting back to bed, it had blood in it, the place seem desolate.

The division couldn't work for a week, they knew this day would come, most of them believed that no matter what, he would pull through, he just wasn't so lucky this time, and even the one who would never fall, their mentor, Yama-Jii shed tears over his lost child.

Even those in the real world were told and invited to the funeral, at the end of the funeral, when it was just Shunsui and Jushiro, he planted a single flower which in time would grow to cover the grave, is if something magical was there, the flower represented the division he once stood for and will always stand for.

-the end-

This is my first completed fan fiction so I would appreciate reviews if it would be such a bother, thank you for reading, I appreciate your time

If your interested, this story has a sequel "What's a second chance" feel free to read it, I hope you all liked my story ^_^

(note: this story has been updated many times, I'm going through and editing)