PROLOGE
The three dark men stood there expressionless. Her eyes gave away her longing to resist his grip on her arm. Ichigo stood there, completely shocked that she was going along with this
. "Yume, what the hell are you doing!?" He charged at the man arm, and in a flat second, it was over. Ichigo flew into the wall, a sickening crack of his bones shattering, unconscious on impact. She was horrified, but knew she'd only make matters worse. His sword clanked to the ground where he once stood. The man appeared in front of Ichigo, his sword in hand, smiling. With one arm, grabbed his arm and snapped it. He screamed, now conscious again. The man threw him to the ground, belly down. Yume struggled to get free, but she was forced to watch helplessly, for another one of the dark men held her back. The man stood over Ichigo and threw his sword into Ichigo's side, pinning him to the ground. A blood curdling scream was let out.
"Stop it, I'll go! He'll be no more trouble!" she begged. Ichigo looked up, barely conscious, but shocked.
"Don't…" he managed to spit out. Yume turned her head to face him.
"Ichigo, I have to go! Just let me go!!" she yelled at him, the tears freely flowing.
"Why…I..I don't understand….," he stuttered. A horrifying, painful, expression spread across his face as the large tear in his side bled more heavily. He moaned, but bit his lip to keep from screaming. Yume looked away, unable to bear it. She started walking away, into the darkness with the men.
"Don't do it…" he said firmly. There always was that sense of determination that drove him, but that's what made this moment all the more harder for her.
"Don't you get it!?" Her voice was high-pitched, on the verge of hysterics.
"I've seen it Ichigo, if this continues, you'll die!" Yume gave him a cold stare, hoping the words would sink in, the danger he was truly in. The man pulled her and she started walking away again. The gravity of the situation was growing the longer she stayed, and she knew it. He attempted to crawl after her, ignoring the pain, or the fact that he could bleed to death. The sword stopped him from going any further. She stopped, and she was gone. He just lay there, staring at where she last stood in silence. The emptiness set in. The fact that she was gone; the fact that everything he went through to stop this, failed. His vision blurred, as his conscious faded into the empty blackness.