Title: Dreams of darkness, dreams of light
Rating: G
Pairing / Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Ichigo's hollow
Word Count: 494 words
Warnings: Nothing I am aware of thus far.
Summary: Ichigo's hollow makes his voice heard
A/N: The title I chose for this piece sounds horribly familiar, so if I have unintentionally chosen another author's title, you better find me and let me have it. I did not intend any plagiarism in the slightest!!!
THIS IS PROBABLY ALL WRONG.
He subdues me.
The day belongs to him, but the night is mine alone, for only at night am I free of the taint of his dreams.
Kurosaki Ichigo.
He and I are nothing alike, you know, yet I have to fight for him, in his place, if I am to remain alive. Without his permission, I cannot even use his body.
How can two completely separate entities exist in the same form? I often ask myself the same question. I do not know who I am. I was born the moment Ichigo brought out his true zanpakutou, the same blade of which I am a part of.
We can never be truly separated because we are tied together in ways that I don't understand. Once, in the first battle I fought, the first time I had to prevent my other half from dying, I was asked what I was. I don't know. I don't even know my own name, but as long as Ichigo remains a shinigami, I will be part of his spirit.
It bothers me, but there isn't anything I can do about it.
Yet.
Do you know how it feels to continually deny your own nature? Ichigo dreams of light, of peace, a world of warmth and hope and joy and love, free of pain and filled with the precious ideals that make him so naïve.
I dream of darkness, a cold, bleak, empty world filled with hatred and despair and torture and death and hopelessness. A black moon rules my world and all who live under it are blessed and cursed by its dark light. I am bound to Ichigo by some invisible cord, and I loathe the touch of his mind on mine. My awareness of him grows daily, by day my thoughts are tainted with his innocence and by night my dreams have become my nightmares.
In my eyes, Ichigo is small, weak, deformed, a shrivelled maggot rotting in the dark, too afraid to touch the depths of his powers for fear of what will happen.
I… I am strong, powerful in comparison, and even though Ichigo's thoughts control my spirit, they cannot control my strength. His power will be mine, and I will show him what it is to truly live. I desire to bend him to my will, to possess his body and his mind until he will come to know the taste of fear on his tongue and oh, how I will delight in his torment.
We share a mind, a body, the same spirit, the same will to dominate each other, but in the end, there can only be one of us. I am growing stronger with every day that passes, and I am certain of one thing: darkness eventually conquers the light.
The time will soon come when the dark will swallow the light and cold engulf the warmth. I will triumph.
I have not come this far only to be destroyed.