A/N: Hichigo is sooooo much fun to write! I seemed to have had him in quite a lot. Anyway, this title is actually Chapter something or other from Volume 19. I'd check, but I'm far too lazy to do so. Anyway, enjoy.
Scratch the SkySometimes he wondered if he might be able to touch the Sky. The World itself got so boring after staring at it for days on end. All it was was building, after building, after building, after building. It was unchanging.
But the Sky…the Sky was always different. The clouds changed. They had different textures, different shapes, and occasionally, depending on the King's mood, even different colors.
The Sky was always different too. Sometimes it was bright; when the King was happy. Others it was a gloomy gray, especially when the King was sinking into a depression. When the King was mad, it became black and purple. And when the King was fighting…oh that was the best; it would thunder and lightning. It was whenever she was around that it would fill with bright, fluffy white clouds, which reminded him of the thing called cotton candy that the King had tucked away in his memories.
Despite how girly the clouds were, he wanted to lie on one, and become part of the Sky. He would never come down. The World was just so boring. It was always the same. Always!
All he wanted to do was scratch the sky. Rip it wide open and jump into the black abyss. He would never come back.
But he couldn't. And he couldn't reach the Sky, which, he believed, would get boring after a while, as well. After all, everything did. And The King never let him play. So he was stuck. Stuck on the never changing World. The always-the-same World. The super-boring World. How exciting.
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