A/N: This is kinda like a prologue to Hazy. The idea just popped inside my head.Characters are probably OOC. Don't hate me for this.
Disclaimer: You should know what this means by now.
Ichigo downed the remaining golden concoction inside the bottle, gently slamming it back on the counter top. He heaved another sigh as he ordered another one. The bartender grunted in recognition and gave him a bottle, which Ichigo took mechanically. He asked himself what the hell he was doing here as he took a swig from his drink.
'Right. Sandal-hat's wedding. Figures.' He thought dejectedly, all the while, wishing that he hadn't. He took another swig. It really was stupid of him to even read the invitation, and coming here was just plain suicidal, even for someone like him. It was like he himself were forcefully reopening the wounds he had stitched up himself.
Most of the people who took part in the war were present, minus some select few who were probably swamped with work. Most of the captains attended, hell, even Byakuya attended. He heard it was because of formality or something, but he knew better. 'Unohana-san probably used blackmail on him'
The thought almost caused him to smile. Almost. He was slightly happy that the nobleman was acting more human nowadays, but he kinda missed the old brooding, my-wife-fucking-died, Byakuya. Then he remembered that Rukia wasn't there. He felt a profound sense of loss when he remembered that, but he just waved it off in favor of his belief.
He felt alien to everybody that attended the wedding. There he was, brooding, while everyone else was having a laugh. He just shrugged it off. They didn't have any idea how he felt. 'They all probably think I'm just being a sour pussy. Fucking bastards.'
A voice in his head commented that he was a bit unfair. 'Fuck you. You don't know anything.' He mentally shouted at the voice. He has every right to get mad, or so he told himself. 'She betrayed me. I bared my fucking soul to her, and what does she do!? She threw it away like it was garbage.'
He felt… empty. He gave her his all, but she didn't care. She tore him up, and she didn't even have the decency to return his heart. That was… years ago. He didn't even want to remember how it happened. It was just like when his mom died. He… couldn't do anything except stand there and watch.
'I… couldn't… didn't… do anything… at all…' He thought, his previous anger ebbing away. The realization often hit him before he could do anything stupid, like trying to kill himself so that he could go to Soul Society.
The bottle of beer lay forgotten as Ichigo held his head in his hands. A wave of emotions continuously washing over him, threatening to drown him. This always happened every time he thought about 'that' incident. He wasn't sure how, nor when, but he will try to move on. He'd have to figure out someday, but right now, he had to pretend to be happy.
A/N: Well, how was it? It was a rushed idea, so I'm sorry if you didn't get it. I'll try to make it up later. Hazy might take a little while longer to update though, sorry 'bout that. Anyways Read, Review. Constructive criticism is accepted. Flames will be used to cook up new ideas.