AN: Hey there, this is my first time posting on here, but is in no way my first time writing fanfiction. Anyways, I hope you enjoy what I have to give.
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Ichigo looked about the white twelve by six room that had become his home for the late six months for what he figured had to be the millionth time since he's stared living there. The small room had a cold linoleum floor and padded walls and amongst them a single lone barred window that supplied the red headed teen with a poor view of the world outside.
The days that passed him by in this place no longer had names they had simply become numbers for Ichigo to count. It was currently day 185 of his so called rehabilitation. What he was being rehabilitated from Ichigo wasn't exactly sure, all he knew that he was for his own good or so he was told.
Ichigo hadn't spoken to anyone of his friends since he'd been admitted except for his hollow that he had given a name to due to the fact that he had grown tired of addressing him as Hollow. His new name was Ogihci Shirosaki, A mirror of his name along with a play on words with his last name. Ichigo felt that the name suited his hollow although he knew that Ogihci could care less if he was given the name or not.
Staring out the barred window of his room Ichigo watched as a few people walked past on the sidewalk going places that he could only wish to go to nowadays. He looked up to the sky and saw that it was a beautiful summer day, one that would be better spent outside than indoors. The thought didn't linger too long, so Ichigo grew tired of his musing and lowered himself from the window and made his way to a desk on the far left corner of the room away from the locked door and took a seat in the uncomfortable plastic chair.
Before him lay a tattered notebook that he had taken to writing in every so often when he felt the need to express himself in a way that wasn't verbal or just thought it would make more sense if it were written down. Truth be told the things that he wrote about never really made much sense at all, they were simply random thoughts that would pop into the teen's mind whenever he would put pen to paper. They were words that were simply written for the sake of filling the whiteness that stared him in the face. Sometimes he wished that he could fill in the whiteness of the walls around himself, just so that he could have something to look at while he stayed there.
"Ya there King?" rang a voice inside his mind, it was Ogihci.
The red headed teen looked about the small room before realizing who voice belonged to.
"Yeah I'm here" Ichigo said as he stared up at the ceiling like as if the hollow would be floating up there.
"How ya holdin' up?" This time the voice came from directly behind Ichigo. The teen turned around coming face to face with his albino half. Now he remembered this was why he was here.
The fact that he would see and talk to Ogihci where everyone else claimed he didn't exist.
The thing that stuck Ichigo was the fact he was never able to see Ogihci outside his own world until every recently. He did not mind the presence of his hollow being there with him though, in fact he found it every comforting at times knowing that there was at least someone there who cared about him.
The teen blinked before he said anything, wanting to make such that his inverted half was really there.
"I've been better I guess. I really want to go outside though and see my friends." Ichigo said, as he looked out the window.
The hollow furrowed his brow at his king's reply. Ogihci wondered if his king knew where the hell he was sometimes.
"Don't ch'ya remember that they're the reason that yer in here in the first place King?" The hollow questioned. The red headed teen didn't answer his partner, he didn't want to think of his friends in that light, Ichigo liked to think that those people that he identified as friends as just that.
Ichigo turned around to face his notebook again, taking up a pen he began the task of scribbling down his nonsense thoughts.
Ogihci cocked his head to one side as he watched his king hard at work on his writing.
Just looking upon what his king had become in such a sort amount of time made the heart he didn't have, twinge ever so slightly with sadness.
Ichigo wrote in the godforsaken notebook every day, even though the red headed teen denied that fact, Ogihci wondered why, or even if he ever read what he wrote on those pages.
Ogihci had seen them and that was pretty much all you could do was look at them because in all actuality there really was nothing there to read. Save for the few fragments of thoughts scrolled down here and there but nothing had ever taken any kind of continuity or sense for that matter. The rest of the pages were usually filled in with random doodles and quotes from books that Ichigo had recently taken to reading to keep himself thinking in some sort of clear manner.
The few months that Ichigo had been locked up hadn't been kind to him. The first two he was as rowdy as he always was. Constantly asking the caretakers' question about what he was doing there and what he needed the pills for instead of keeping quite like he knew he should've done in the first place. When he couldn't get answers out of those people he always turned to Ogihci for answers like his hollow was anymore in the know than he was. This didn't help the red head in any way at all.
Eventually caretakers' caught Ichigo talking to himself in his room, and not just random musing like it was with some of their patience, he got caught having full on conversations with someone that was not there. This lead the head doctors to worry that the teen might actually be suffering from some form of psychosis, and put Ichigo on heavier doses of medication he was already taking and started him on heavy doses of anti-depressants and anti-psychotics, but of course he was not aware that he taking said drugs. Due to this the red headed teen was slowly losing his mind.
A comfortable silence had taken hold of the air about the small room, the only sounds to be heard were those of rustling paper and the frantic scratching of Ichigo's pen.
Ogihci took a seat on the unmade bed in the corner of the room opposite the desk that his king currently occupied.
All he could do now was sit and wait for Ichigo to finish up what he was writing. A few more minutes dragged by unused before the silence the two sat amongst was shattered by a loud and almost deafening knock on the heavy door and then an equally loud if not louder click as the blot from the lock was undone. The door swung open and one of the many caretakers' that frequented Ichigo's room stepped inside holding a tray of food in one hand and small cup full of multi-colored pills in the other.
Ogihci eyed the pills in disgust; the hollow utterly despised those things and what they did to his king.
"Good afternoon Ichigo, still working hard on that book I see" said the female caretaker that the redheaded teen had come to know every well over the last few months. He could not say that he was too fond of her though.
Ichigo said nothing in return. He did not feel like communicating at the moment, his writing was much more important than lunch or pills.
The caretaker placed the tray of food on the desk besides the teen before holding out the cup of pills in front of Ichigo's face so that he had to notice them.
Looking up the redhead eyes the pills in what could only be described as contempt.
"I don't wanna take those right now I'm every busy at the moment and those things make everything go silent." The teen explained to the best his limited thinking could allow.
"Come on now Ichigo you know you need to take these to make you better, you do want to get better don't you?" the caretaker said, still holding the cup of pills in the redhead's face.
The teen furrowed his brow.
It bugged him, it actually pissed him off to no end. He did not understand where the woman got off on addressing him by his first name like she did. Ichigo found it highly disrespectful toward someone of his standing.
"Just leave them on the desk, I'll take them later."
"Ichigo you know I can't leave here until you you've taken your medication" the caretaker said, her voice sounding just a little annoyed now.
"Just leave them."
"You're not listening to me are you Ichigo?"
The teen's hand that had been writing the whole time came to an abrupt halt at the sound of his first name dropping from the woman's disrespectful mouth for what he believed to be the fourth time since she set foot in his room. Ichigo could not let it go on any longer, she had to be punished.
Lunging forward Ichigo sized the caretaker by the front of her uniform and pulled her down so that she was face to face with him.
"Don't you know when you're speaking to someone of superior position you must show respect at all times?" Ichigo hissed. The woman's face was a gnarled mess of horror and Ichigo took pleasure in this.
"My name is Captain Kurosaki to you, you fucking waste of flesh!" The redhead shouted before plunging his zanpakutÅ into the woman's belly. Blood poured from the wound onto the floor making a pool at his feet. Dropping the woman to the floor, the Shinigami merely watched her bleed out. "Learn your place" the words fell
from his lips coated in venom that could kill any man.
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