So, I spent like all night last night just surfing and reading fics about Hichigo and they were just really cool to me, especially since Hichigo is just such a BAMF. Anyway, this is my shot at one of those fics, sorry if it sucks. R & R, peace!
A whole day.
A whole fuckin' day.
Of people thinking he was schizo or bipolar or had dissociative identity disorder or whatever the hell it was called.
All because stupid Shiro wouldn't shut the fuck up.
Ichigo knew that Shiro wanted him dead. He'd known it since the second he came into being.
But that didn't make it acceptable to express those feeling during midterms.
Especially the math ones.
Grimmjow's hand shot through Uryu.
Nnoitora sliced off Chad's limbs one by one, grinning madly at his cries of pain.
Syzazel delicate fingers crushed another one of Renji's organs and blood gushed from the Shinigami's mouth.
Rukia screamed as Yammy squeezed her tighter and tighter in his massive grubby fist.
Ulquiorra walked towards Orihime, that same blank and dead look on his face as he prepared to kill her.
The Captains lay strewn about, each defeated. Each having fought with all of their strength. Each relying on Ichigo to fix it. To make everything right again. To kill Aizen and save the day, because they all knew that's what he wanted.
But he couldn't. He was frozen to the spot. There was nothing he could do. He watched hopelessly as one by one, his friends fell.
And all the while Aizen simply smiled.
There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could do. Not one single…..
"Shut up."
What?
"For crying out loud! You're not the only one here who needs sleep you know."
Huh?
"The Winter War was over two months ago, you really need to get over to it." There was the sound of something being torn. And Ichigo stood, stunned and a little bit more than relieved as the image in front of him shredded and faded away.
His hollow half was staring at him with a devious grin plastered on his face.
"Wow, if that's all it took to shake you up…. I'll be King of this place even sooner than I thought!" His voice echoed off the buildings in Ichigo's inner world, making his voice sound even more surreal.
With his sword slung over his shoulder, Shiro began to walk away.
"Hey… Shirosaki…"
"What?" he asked without even turning around.
"Thanks."
Shiro sighed. "Just because I don't like you, doesn't mean I like your nightmares."
Ichigo closed his eyes.
And actually slept for the first time since the Winter War had ended.
Awww, Shiro's such a softie. But don't tell him I said that. Anyway, review please!