Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its affiliates.
Warnings: mention of violence
A/N: This is written for livejournal bleachcontest for prompt week #15: Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.
Please read and enjoy.
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A Nightmare
It was a nightmare.
Ichigo hovered above his town, or what was left of it after Aizen's assault on Karakura. The place that held everything he ever loved, and hated, was now consumed by the orange flames that so vividly resembled his own locks.
A familiar sensation surged through him. He knew this feeling, one that he detested the most. It was helplessness. It was all too late now; he could not undo what the flames did, neither could he bring back those who perished in it. Simply, he was helpless.
It was the same feeling he felt whenever he thought of his mother's death. The feeling that refused to let him have any sleep on rainy nights, no matter how tired he was.
This feeling infused him with bitterness so strong, he wondered if the food he ate in the future would ever taste sweet again.
At the same time, there was another emotion, stronger than any other, that threatened to engulf what's left of his heart and soul. This feeling was so intense, it made him bleed inside.
Anger…hatred…
It seeped into the very core of his being, it made him saw red. It was slowly, but surely, ripping him apart inside out. And this feeling suffocated him. It was like he forgot how to breathe.
Everything was so red.
There was no air to breathe.
He was dying on the inside.
And, for the first time in his life, Kurosaki Ichigo wanted to kill.
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Well, that's all. Since the maximum word allowed is 300, I hope I'm able to reflect Ichigo's sense of lose and the subsequent anguish that follows.
And most importantly, please read and review!!