Cards
"Pretty Alice. Gonna give up yet?" oh that insisting annoying voice. But he wasn't gonna lose to it. As insane as it was driving him, it was also keeping from the edge. He journeyed farther into the forest. Deeper, farther, ignoring the whispers tickling the back of his neck. Until he saw something.
Just as he was about to reach out to the glittering light, he fell into a hole. The voice stopped it's chatter. It felt as if the voice had been cleaned of his mind.
He almost missed it.
Farther and farther he fell. The wind ripped back his dress and hair and he realized something just then. He wasn't wearing a crown. All this time, he hadn't been the Alice King that he usually was. He was just alice.
He landed with a hard thump. There was no light. "Alice." that voice. It couldn't be. He shouldn't get his hopes up. But yellow irises glowed against the darkness, and familiar fingers brushed against the bodice of his dress. "Not falling to oblivion as usual?" Hichigo asked. And Ichigo couldn't quite tell if that was an acutal question, or a pun on the little trip he'd just taken. But he didn't care. Hichi was here. Hichi was with him.
"Who cares, who cares! Where have you been, you haven't answered my calling, why are you down here?" but Ichigo's rushed questions were hushed as he felt deft fingers loosen the buttons to his dress. Tanned skin was revealed to the cold. "Hichi..." he whispered, almost dazed.
Hichigo was touching him again. He'd almost longed for this feeling. Soft bone white lips pressed against his forehead, his cheek, his jaw, his neck, felt so good. The bodice of his dress was pulled off, letting those soft lips travel lower, making him gasp and moan.
"Oh god Hichi." he whimpered. He'd missed this. The very feeling of it reminded him of before. Reminded his of the sanity he'd lost, and gained. It all felt so damn good.
"If you play your cards right, little Alice, you'll win more than what's been offered." Ichigo didn't understand. But Hichigo was sucking on that part that felt so good, he arched into his mouth, letting out another moan. "And then Alice'll be my king again." Hichigo pressed a short kiss to his lips.
All too soon, those fingers he desperately wanted on him were pulling up his clothes, quickly doing up his buttons. "There's a time for dreaming, Alice, but it is not now." Hichigo told his when he was about to protest.
"But hichi, I don't wanna leave you!" but he was already flying back up the hole. He could see that glittering light again, and the voice was back in his head.
It snarled in disgust at him. "I have to cleanse you of that horrible monster. To even be lured by a dream of him? Horrible. I'll make sure you're pure again, Alice."
The name sounded hollow off that voice's tongue.
"I don't want to be cleaned. I want Hichigo." he retorted almost childishly. The voiced tutted him, as though he really were a child.
"That's because he's poisoned you with his tricks. But just you wait, Pretty Alice. You'll be back here with me in no time. You just have to fight the tea."
There was another stab of pain. He cried out, wishing that Hichigo was here with him, because he always managed to make pain better. "Hichi..." he whispered, so quietly he hardly knew if he had said it. Wave after wave of pain. He was wasting time. He struggled to his feet, stretching a hand toward the glittering orb just above the hole.
"Don't touch that!" the voice growled. But too late. He had been transferred to another square. And by the colorful curses echoing around his mind, he was obviously closer to Hichigo. Take that, he resisted saying.
He turned, looked around him.
"Welcome to the 7 square." a soft voice told him. And sitting on a wall, looking as apathetic as usual, was Byakuya Kuchiki.
OWARI
mmmm, byakuya is humpty dumpty (giggles at weird image). Review!
