Hello! Welcome to my new story! I've had this stuck in my head for a while,
so... yeah. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Bleach... sadly.
By the way, there's also a contest going on. It's the same contest as the ones in every other fic I did. If you review, you get a cookie. Only people that have an account can get them, but the person who has the most review cookies gets a oneshot with the pairing of their choice, as long as it isn't rated 'M'. Flames and 'OMG! That's awesome!' type reviews do not count. Neither does a review telling me to hurry up for the next chapter. As long as you have at least one helpful comment, it counts. I like to improve my work, so if I get good advice, or an idea, you will be added to the cookie chart. If there's a tie in between a few reviewers, they will pick a number in between one and ten and whoever gets the number closest to the one I was thinking of, then they can either; choose someone else to be in the story, or submit their character or whtever pairing they want me to write about and any additional ideas, like the way they want the ending to go, or if they want someone to act a certain way. NO MARY – SUES! NO OOC – NESS!
Now that I've wasted enough time, you may read freely... if you want to.
'Dreamscape'
'Outside Dreamscape'
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Chapter One: Past Nightmare
"Chibigo!" I shouted, bounding towards him, only to jump onto his back.
I heard a small laugh come from behind me. "Mrs. Kurosaki! I can't wait for
tomorrow! I love your cooking!...What's today's date again?" I asked
excitedly, scratching my tilted head. I half-heartedly attempted to blow a few strands of hair as they fell into my face, ignoring them when most did not budge.
"June seventeenth, why?" She answered quizzically.
"No reason. Just curious."
Crying, I tried to run from the nightmare, only to have the scene shift.
I turned away sadly, slightly bowing my head, allowing the long side bangs framing my face to shield my tears from view. My parents had forgotten about me. Again.
"What's wrong, Roozu? Why aren't your parents here?" A nine-year-old Ichigo. I heard the concern in his voice but pivoted myself so he wouldn't see my disappointment.
"My parents forgot I had practice again. Can I walk home with you? We are
neighbors after all."
Ichigo beamed. "Sure!" he said, before grabbing my hand and pulling me along the path. His mother stood waiting not far away, the same genuine, warm smile she bore the first day I met her and Ichigo peered down on us as we ran up to her.
As we walked back to our homes, I felt a raincoat fall over my shoulders. Looking toward Ichigo, I realized his raincoat was missing and he had moved under the umbrella with his mother. As I watched his little hand slip into hers, I smiled sadly.
'I wish I had a nice mom like that. Mine just cares that I don't cause any trouble and do all the chores...'I thought, staring off into space.
I had grabbed Ichigo's free hand, then realized that we were running towards the river.
"Ichigo, NO!" Mrs. Kurosaki and I shouted in unison..
The next few moments came in a blur. It wasn't until the feeling of shock wore from my young senses as my eyes trailed from the abandoned umbrella to the supine form in the grass that I knew what had happened:
The only woman that would ever come close to showing me what a true mother is was dead.
She was gone and there was nothing I could do about it.
It was as if she had just…stopped living. There was no one around; no one would happen upon the scene until nearly a half-hour later. No reason as to why she would have passed on. For a few moments, I chanted to myself, "No…no…she's not gone," trying, in vain, to turn the truth into a lie.
In those few moments, I actually believed myself. But when I turned towards her, to wake her up, her pale, cold skin told me otherwise. Like Atlas, I felt the world come crashing down upon me, releasing a broken sob and curled up into my self, crawling over to Ichigo.
His eyes were wide, mouth quivering in disbelief. There was no reason either of us had to believe that she had been murdered, or to feel that she was even dead. Looking at the peaceful expression on her face, it was as though she had just fainted. But something in us, something in the air-I don't quite know how to explain it. We just knew.
And if I knew Ichigo, he would blame himself.
He struggled a few minutes, trying to wake her up. Hoping, I guess, that the anguished look on my face only meant that there was something I had overlooked, that there was still something of her left there, face-down and long brown hair strewn over rain-slicked grass. He was nearly ballistic at one point. But the moment I put my arms around him, he broke. I felt him shuddering entirely.
"It's gonna be okay, Ichigo," I said, my own sobs breaking through despite my efforts to hold them back.
I don't know if I was trying to convince him, or myself.
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So? How did you like it? I give a nice big THANK YOU to thepenandthesword for being my Beta, it's really useful.