Ring around a rosy
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes…
"She's unresponsive and delusional. You'll have a hard time with that one." The doctor said. A young man barely out of college nodded briskly, fed up with all the information that he didn't need. He could tell that just from looking at the small woman.
We all fall down…
Footsteps moved towards her, and she lifts her violet eyes up enough to see the familiar face. And then she tried to claw out his eyes. It was only thanks to the lightening fast reflexes born from many years of karate that saved the man. The doctor outside offered an anesthetic needle. Thanking the man, the graduate shoved it in his own lab coat with some disregard.
"Hello Ms. Kuchiki. I'm Ichigo Kurosaki, very pleased to see you again," the graduate said in a professional voice. The sharp violet eyes snapped up to meet his amber ones. Technically speaking, it was true even if it was only on orientation night, when he was officially introduced to all the patients suffering psychological shock.
How dare he drip blood on the carpet? Can't he be more careful of the blood dripping from his Zanpakuto?
"She's been having delusions ever since she met you. We think that it is because you bear some resemblance to her late husband," the doctor informed him. Nodding to show that he understood, Ichigo began to observe. Things like the patient's heartbeat, their breathing, any discoloration of the skin.
I'm worried about you…
Glazed eyes, Ichigo scribbled down. Cognitive ability unresponsive. Breathing, heartbeat, skin color regular. Pupils over-dilated. Slight fever accompanied by light flush of the cheeks. In other words; delusional.
Ichigo thought it was best not to mention to the inspector that the patient tried to claw his eyes out.
We'll win against Aizen, don't worry…
"Mr. Kurosaki, your observations please," the kindly man outside asked politely.
"Here, Mr. Aizen. Thanks for hooking me up to the job."
Dance, Sode no Shirayuki…kill…must kill Aizen…
"It was no problem. You did the bulk of it. Geniuses really do exist…and not all of them are short," Aizen laughed. Ichigo joined in.
"Don't let Toshiro catch you calling him short. He is in charge of a gym you know."
"Oh, he'll be fine. Ms. Momo will take care of him," Aizen said. Once again, Ichigo laughed, the door sliding shut with a click.
Stab him Ichigo…stab him…use Getsuga Tensho…
A/N: 0.o We're amazed…didn't know Pie could write angst so good…In case you were wondering, Rukia's thoughts are the italics. Yes, Rukia is insane. We turned the whole plotline of Bleach into her wild delusions. Don't like, don't read. We promise it will be a good ending though.