This is my entry for Kish's Kittie's deathfic competition. Hopefully it'll make sense. It's based on the Evanesence song, Imaginary, though mainly around the first verse. I would've included it in the story, but I ran out of words.
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A warm breeze ruffled her shirt collar, tickling the skin of her face. She rolled onto her side, releasing a soft, relaxed mew as she did so. Her hair fell in her eyes, so raising a hand lethargically, she swept it back behind her ear. Only to scrunch her face up in confusion when she realised there was no flesh where her hand lingered, ready to position the hair. Shaking it off, she allowed the hair to fall back into her face, her eyes closed all the while, giving in to the tired feeling that rushed through her. The ground was soft beneath her head, the atmosphere surrounding her, serene. It was perfect to simply fall asleep here.
'Ichigo…'
Her eyes fluttered, and slowly she raised her head, glancing around. No one was there. But someone had definitely called her name. She was sure of it. Sighing, she dropped herself back to the ground, attempting to allow sleep to claim her. The wind had picked up, although it's heat never faltered. And then it came again. It was whispered, so softly she almost didn't hear it, but urgent.
'Ichigo…'
Growling, she pushed herself up, stumbling slightly as she stood. She stepped forward slowly, some unknown cause preventing her from moving faster. Dizziness clouded her senses, and she looked downwards, suddenly wrinkling her nose and cocking her head at the red liquid glistening on the grass. Shaking her head, she continued staggering across the meadow, smiling at the beauty of the flowers as they danced in the wind.
A random form caught her eye, and she averted her gaze towards it. A door was placed not far from her, half open, but closing slowly. The wooden frame seemed to be rotting, but for some strange reason it wasn't old. Curiosity got the better of her, and she wandered over to it.
"What's this, nya?" she asked aloud, not really caring that no-one else was around to answer her question. She placed a hand delicately on the wood, tracing over the surface with a lazy gentleness.
'Ichigo!'
Her head snapped to face the slight opening. The voices… they were louder now, more coherent. And familiar. Tentatively, she sidestepped, moving so that she could peer through the gap. A gasp escaped her lips and her hand flew to her mouth. She could see her friends on the other side, tears flooding down their cheeks, screams emitting from them. But for some reason Ichigo could not hear them. Only few reached her ears; cries of desperation, grief. What was going on? Why was she here?
The door continued to close, trapping her inside this fantasy world. Thinking quickly, she threw herself at the tiny opening, fighting, struggling to get out. To no avail. Tears began to stream down her cheeks as the images of her friends began to become distorted. And then the door shut, sealing her in.
Glancing around, Ichigo came to a realisation. She was dead. And this paradise was her limbo.
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