Disclaimer: I do not own Ichigo nor any other Bleach characters involved in this story. Other persons/places mentioned in this story are fictional and are not intended to name any realistic person/place.
.. Nope I don't own Legend of Zelda either.
ONESHOT:
Tainted Window Reflections
Making sure no one was looking, I climbed into Ichigo's room through the window. I had never been in there before. Adrenaline pulsed through my viens with excitement.
Yesterday was full of tears, knowing death has just been here
All was lost but not forgot, the pain controls my every thought
A new day's battle has begun, all was lost and nothing's won
I can't wait to see the day, when the tears all go away...
My eyes scanned the room before me. I imagined x-ray beams steaming from my eye-sockets as I took in every detail. Possessions were scattered, overlapping thicker than a deep dish pizza. One item caught my attention, above the rest. It was an old beat-up plush doll. It was in the shape of a turle. The plastic eyes were coming loose and it needed major stitching on the stomach.
Today came with shattered dreams, everything's not what it seems
Don't think death won't come get you, cause it will life's misconstrued
Though my battle's just begun, I'm dropping arms and going to run
I can't wait to see the day, when these painful tears all go away...
I smiled at the thought that Ichigo was a sensitvie kid deep down. I picked it up to take a closer look at the object I would have never otherwise linked to the boy's room this belonged to. There was a heart shaped tag attached to its arm. It read, in nice cursive black ink, "Happy Birthday, Ichigo. Mom loves you."
I miss you, I kissed you, when we layed you in your grave
I need you to believe you, things were meant to be this way...
Tears started streaming down my face. I set the push doll down, after stumbling on his guitar buried beneathe his Legend of Zelda tee shirt. Before I could do anything else, I hear footsteps creeking the old wooden floor. Ichigo must have gotten back from the funeral before I expected. I put the note I brought him on the pillow and exited through the window.
I did nothing at all, it's all my fault your gone
Your face on my wall, it tells it all, you will live on...
Author's Note: Just a short one shot. I wrote this one in creative writing just out of nowhere. Let me know what you think. PLEASE REVIEW!
Compliments to: And then I Turned Seven - "I Miss You" Lyrics.