Hello readers! I'm back. I'm truly sorry for the wait but hey I'm back with a new story :D
Don't worry, no matter what they say is still on and going, I just don't have the time to sit and write it down. I'll finish it, I promise!
So while I am preparing for my finals, I thought you guys might have died from starvation of stories, so merciful me decided to speed write one for you.
You are special, I stand correct on that fact.
Yes this is a series. If you want more, simply review down below. let me know what you guys think of?
Who knows? Sometimes the reader's imaginations overpowers the author.
Deep sleep.
He turned to his side, a groan left his mouth.
"Hmm…" it chuckled. "It will do."
I am Kurosaki Ichigo. I am 17. I am sleeping. I can feel it. But what is this I am hugging? It should be my pillow. So why is it starting to feel hot?
Hot.
Hot.
Hot.
I can't stand it. It's too hot.
I should open my eyes.
I am opening them.
Why is there white hair? Who is this?
"Ichigo…yes?" The voice is echoing.
"Who are you?" As I am saying this, my vision fades.
I woke up. "What is happening?" I asked myself. I was the third party, looking at my sleeping self.
The white hair, I've seen it before.
No, to be exact, it's there every night.
But it isn't a ghost, I've seen thousands of those.
It wasn't translucent, it had a heart in its place. I knew, because a ghost had a void in where its heart should be, but it hadn't. Its chest was whole.
That was the strange part. What was he?
"Ichigo…yes?"
"Ichigo…yes?"
"Ichigo…yes?"
I looked at my pillow. Dumb thing to do, but it was possessed a moment ago. "Who are you?"
"Who am I?"
"You should guess. Here's a hint, I am everywhere right now."
"Air?"
"No."
"Night?"
"No."
"Are you a spirit?"
"That was the worst answer you had given me so far."
"You are darkness."
"Excellent."
A white form began to form out of thin air. "I am indeed darkness."
"Why are you here?"
"I want to be one with you."
The form cleared in wisps of smoke. "You want to be one with me?" It was only instinct that I looked away, and coincidentally at my clock.
It was 4 in the morning.
It is darkest before dawn.
"Ichigo… Is worthy of becoming one with me."
"Stop it."
I switched the lights on. "As much as I forgive that mad spirit, waking people up at 4 isn't a very nice thing to do."
"Mad… spirit?"
"I was going to give you a day to think about it, guess I was a fool."
My mind began to wander. I am the third party again.
I'm screaming and scratching my eyes. I was trying to scoop my eyes out with my fingers.
"GET OUT OF ME!"
My eyes started rolling back into my head. It hurts. The pain is too much for me to bear.
"STAY STRONG COME ON!"
I could only cheer myself on. No one was watching. No one was listening. No one was bothering. I was alone.
Alone in what I could only imagine is my hell right now.
Darkness wasn't stopping.
Sheer cries filled my eardrums. This is what I sounded like if I was in an asylum. This was what I could be. My heart began to pound so fast I could feel it breaking down. What was happening to me? Why am I doing this? I was scared.
My fingers began to twist in unusual directions. Not towards my palm, but towards the back of my hand. I can't look. It disgusts me. I disgust myself. I could feel the bones cracking, breaking. "ICHIGO!" I screamed at the other me, as useless as it can be. "WAKE UP!" My throat was nothing but a hole. Thick, gooey, crimson gore was escaping both my throat and my mouth.
My neck split into half, vaguely attached to my skin, unwilling to fall of my body.
Too violent, too disgusting to see.
"DARKNESS STOP IT!" I screamed. But what was the use, it wasn't stopping. I was positive that darkness couldn't care less.
My limbs started to rip itself of my body, dragging along flesh and leaving fireworks of blood splattering everywhere.
I fell.
I was crying. I was on the floor in my own blood, to be presumed way off the bother of dead and the undead.
I am crying. What was left of me was no longer recognised as a human, much less than a living being.
I was nothing. Just pounds upon pounds of flesh and blood and organs.
Stop.
Just stop.
"I'll become one with you."
"Just stop."
His presence loomed over me. I could tell. Same height, same body, same face, same hair. He raised his head, letting me see his eyes for some strange reason.
Black, with a yellow ring in the middle. Glowing in utter darkness.
"What are you?"
"I am you."
He vanished again, this time leaving with a wicked, filed tooth smile.
"As you are me."