Just another little attempt to get my muse back. I really love everthing about Ichigo and his other halves(or thirds to be more precise). Each with their own personality and yet all sharing the same world. I wanted to try and convey the desperate feeling I got from Zangetsu after reading volume 13. Hope you enjoy.
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Zangetsu remembers the day he was born.
It was raining.
It rained and it rained. A ceaseless downpour. He searched the world around him, but could find no others.
He could sense his creator. His master. His king.
He could sense him, but only as one would recognize an echo reaching them from a far away place.
He searched on, looking for his king. He searched him out, he called out to him, but no matter how far across this strange world he traveled he couldn't feel the distance between them close.
It rained for days.
As he searched he began to sense another. Another like his king and yet different, as if it was bound, sealed away, buried deep within the world itself.
The rain stopped, but there was no sun.
As time went on the rain passed, but the clouds hung in the sky blocking away any light.
Zangetsu went on searching.
Slowly the sky changed and for the first time in his life Zangetsu saw the sun. It was so bright, so immaculate, so beautiful he cried. As time went on the sky would cloud, but rarely would there be more. No sun, no rain, just gray heavy clouds dimming the empty world.
Zangetsu continued to search. He searched for years, losing track of time.
Then one day Zangetsu could go no further. He'd searched and searched, but no matter how loud he called he could not reach the ears of his king. He feared the day the rain would fall once more in this empty world, but could go no further. So he stopped.
He waited.
He waited for the day his master would call to him. The day he could give everything to his master. Everything so that the rain never again fell in this world. Everything so the sky would never again be darkened. Everything so the sky would open and the sun would return.
So he waited.
He waited until it came.
Then when time had finally come, it rained.
It rained like the day he was born.
Then he felt it.
The distance began to close.
He could feel it. His master looking, wandering, searching for him.
He waited.
He could feel it coming. The time when the rain would stop.
He waited for the day when his master would come.
He waited.
He waited for the day he would once again see the sun.
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I feel I can relate to Zangetsu a little, beacause I've never liked it when I was alone in the rain or the snow. It just makes you feel lonely and kinda tired. I was hoping to try and gett that feeling across. Tell me what you think, maybe request a character. I don't mind.