Starting yet another story- and this one's gloomy!
Will involve self-harm, attempted suicide, possible mild yaoi and general misery. If that doesn't put you off, then welcome to Crimson! Just thought I'd do a take of the world through Hollow Ichigo's eyes. Slight AU because the plot differs from Tite Kubo's.
I don't honestly think a story of this magnitude deserves an M, but if you guys disagree I'll change the rating.
One
Wishful Thinking
It's just blue, and white, and black. And often grey. I hate those colours. The shades are all you ever see. I would want something else. A flash of another colour. Not yellow, because I can see that every time I look at my eyes in the reflection of a window. Green would be nice. That's what Zangetsu wants. Trees, flowers, life. With life comes water. With water comes, rain, and sadness, and blue. I don't want that.
That's why I'm going to beat the king, and then I can see the colour I have been longing for for so long.
I shall see crimson.
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Look how pretty it is! The blood gushing out of his wounds as I slice his skin with my sword. I love the sound that comes with it too. A combination of laughter from me and screaming from him. It's so perfect. So rare, almost like a delicacy. Red is a brilliant colour, isn't it? I've seen it through his eyes countless times, but it is not the same. I enjoy the fact that I can make it happen, however I like. I like the feel of it on my fingers, and I take great pleasure at seeing the look on his face as I cut him. I was born for this. I am a Hollow, and I want red.
'What's wrong, Ichigo?' I taunt. 'You having trouble?'
'Bastard... shut up!'
My smile widens as I sonido closer for another attack, grinning in triumph as the crimson liquid erupts around him, splattering across the walls of the skyscrapers. This is everything I ever dreamed of- and when the body will be mine I will see it all the time. It will be the only colour in my world. The best colour of all.
'Can you imagine if the world was red?' I ask him as I watch him get to his feet from where I shoved him against the ground.
'You'd want that, wouldn't you?!' he gasps, glaring at me with eyes filled with anger.
'It's all that I desire,' I say with an eager smile. 'I want to paint the world with crimson. I want blood, and war, and endless fighting. My natural instinct is to kill, Ichigo. And that is what I will do.'
'I won't let you.'
'And how are you going to stop me? I shall win, and I will have my crimson.'
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Seeing my sword sticking out of him is the best. All the blood! It's the most wonderful thing I've ever seen, and I cannot keep the grin off my face. And I'm gonna be king now! Everything will be mine to control!
His hand grabs the sword as I pull it out of his chest and I immediately see the beautiful crimson liquid shoot from where his hand comes into contact with the blade. I spend a nanosecond contemplating the perfect sea of blood falling down the sword towards my hand before reality kicks in and I realise that's a bad thing. I jerk my own hand back, releasing it from its grip on the hilt, but it's already too late.
It burns, and really hurts.
I've never properly felt pain before, as he has been unable to deal a proper blow on me prior to this moment. Before that, the only real taste I got was when I possessed his body that first time, and I could feel how much it ached and all the cuts stinging all over me from where Byakuya Kuchiki had been wounding the body. But I could ignore it. And I shall this time.
So instead I stare at Ichigo as he wrenches the blade from his stomach and jerks his head down from the sky he was facing to look at me, his eyes blazing in a blue flame. All traces of pain on him are disappearing, and he has now found the instinct I tried to teach him about.
And I begin to think that goading him was actually a bad idea, considering now the outcome of the fight is about to change drastically.
As he comes towards me, I can't even move. I could jump out the way, try and prolong the fight despite the fact I'm weaponless, but what the hell's the point? I don't think I can escape this anyway; I'm stuck, just staring.
So much for winning.
I feel the sword stab deep into my body and it's so cold. Of course it is. It was my blade, after all. My own blade, being used against me. But it's not mine any more. It's his, and this means I have definitely lost. I look down at where the blade has come into contact with my skin, waiting to see the crimson I have always dreamed for.
Instead, I am greeted with a dark liquid.
My blood is black? I had no idea. What does this mean? I mean, I know I am different from Ichigo. And from other living beings, but how come my blood cannot be the colour I crave so badly. Disappointment floods through me. I should feel more gutted about the fight. I know I should. But all I can care about is the consequences. I'll never get to see crimson, especially if my own blood isn't red.
As if rubbing it in my face, the blood erupts from where the blade sticks out of my back, covering my Bankai robes in black. And already I can feel my feet beginning to fade away as I disappear.
'Fine then... if you defeat me... I'll accept you as the king- for now,' I say, grinning up at him despite everything that's happened. 'But don't ever forget that either one of us can become the king or the horse.'