Title: Continuum
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Ichigo-centric
Rating: PG
Word Count: 156
Summary/Description: Another day, another battle, another meaningless bid for kingship.
Warning/Spoilers: Cursing.
A/N: 31 days, February 25th: what are kings, when regiment is gone? I wrote this in such a rush. 8/
Disclaimer: Yes, I have several bottles beneath the sink.
Another day, another battle, another fucking meaningless round of attacking each other, fighting each other, each trying to one up the other and take the advantage in this seemingly endless struggle for dominance. Ichigo is tired, and this barren, white plain of frustrating emptiness drives him crazy and makes spots appear in his vision, but he will gut himself with Zangestu before he ever admits it.
The Hollow is leaning on his sword, languidly, looking as haughty as ever.
"Fuckin' moron," he says, and Ichigo bristles, his eyes darkening dangerously. "I hope ya know it doesn't really matter who wins this in the end."
Ichigo grits his teeth. He isn't going to ask him what he means; he doesn't wantto know what he means, but of course, the bastard tells him anyway, teeth flashing.
"You're fuckin' kidding yourself if ya think ya ever gonna survive without me."
Ichigo doesn't say a word. He attacks again.