Shirosaki dreamt that night. He dreamt of dying and nobody missing him. The dream made him feel cold, cold was a feeling he did like. The cool sensation was much better than that of happiness. To Shirosaki the cold feelings were better because the cold never got your hopes up just to smash them down. They guaranteed something, to be cold nothing more.
Sharp as needles, hard as stone, cold as ice
Shirosaki woke the next morning to the sound of rain. Shirosaki loved the rain. It was cold and insecure like himself. He laid there and listened to it hit the roof soothing his spirit. When it rained was the only time his spirit felt calm. Shirosaki was lucky it was Saturday for if it was a school day he would have been late.
The only thing that forced him from his peaceful state laying there was his stomach. Shirosaki was hungry, he hadn't eaten since lunch on Friday so he was entitled to be hungry. Shirosaki reluctantly got out of bed. He moseyed to the kitchen and looked for something to eat. All he found was plain cornflakes and milk.
Shirosaki poured the gross plain cereal into a bowl. Then he picked up the sugar. Instead of putting one or two spoons of sugar in the cereal like a normal person he dumped six or seven in. If he was going to eat plain cereal it was going to be as sweet as possible. Last he poured the milk, just enough for the cereal to float.
Then Shirosaki ate scarfing down the flakes until there wasn't any more floating grains. Then Shirosaki started to drink the milk. The milk was fine till he reached where the sugar had settled in the bottom.
"Oh YUCK!" Shirosaki states at his nasty encounter with the sugar. "Soggy sugar, that's just sick!"
"oh quit your complaining Shiro." a voice states from the living room. It was Zangetsu. "maybe if you hadn't put so much sugar in your cereal it wouldn't have happened."
"Oh Shut the fuck up." Shirosaki states in an almost comical voice. "I can put as much sugar in my cereal as I want."
Shirosaki went back to his room for some more peacefulness. The rain caused him to fall asleep, despite the amount of sugar he had just consumed. Shirosaki dreamt of war and being lost in it. Somebody was crying. Shirosaki knew who was crying…. It was an old friend of his crying cause she lost her brother to gang violence.
Sharp as needles, hard as stone, cold as ice
Shirosaki woke then and laid there thinking. What now? Shirosaki thinks to himself about the grief on his old comrades all mostly ending up dead of in jail…. He was fortunate enough to be caught and moved to a peaceful city with no gang violence.
Shirosaki decided to go out side, so he got dressed and found his coat. He put on his Sneakers and walked out into the pouring rain. Shirosaki walked through the rain feeling at peace.
Sharp as needles, hard as stone, cold as ice
Shirosaki went to the park, the soggy grass squishing underneath his feet. Shirosaki found a bench and sat down. He was already soaked despite his coat. he enjoyed the cold feeling of the rain. Then there was warmth, Another hug. Shirosaki turned slightly to see who it was. It was Ichigo, again, hugging him once more.
"WHAT IN THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'R DOING!" Shirosaki shouts in alarm.
"I'm hugging you Shiro." Ichigo calmly states back.
Ichigo starts kissing Shirosaki's neck softly making Shirosaki's heart almost stop. Ichigo pulled the neck of Shirosaki's Jacket and shirt to the side. The kissing continued to Shirosaki's shoulder where Ichigo left a nice hickey. As Ichigo gave him the small mark Shirosaki's heart began to race. Shirosaki was glad that it was in a hide able place. Ichigo then chuckled and kissed Shirosaki on the cheek. Ichigo then started to walk away, and Shirosaki's heart began to slow.
"You fucker." Shirosaki stated in Ichigo's direction as he pulled up the side of his coat covering the mark.
Ichigo just smiled as he walked away. Leaving Shirosaki to brood his hatred for him.
Shirosaki started to mumble to himself as he stood up. "Sharp as needles, hard as stone, cold as ice, Sharp as needles, hard as stone, cold as ice, Sharp as needles, hard as stone, cold as ice" he mumbled this all the way home.
When he reached his home he took off his coat and left it on the covered porch. Zangetsu would have been very upset if he had put his soaking wet coat inside. Zangetsu would be angry anyway with the amount of water Shirosaki would be tracking in. Shirosaki stood on the porch and thought about random things. Then he suddenly started to cry. It was a mood swing one of the problems he had been diagnosed with by his physiatrist. Bipolar syndrome, or drastic mood swings. Shirosaki knew he had it for real but he'd rather live with it then take meds and be a zombie.
Shirosaki ran inside and went strait to his room. The second his bedroom door was closed, he stripped and then looked for clothes he put on a plain black t-shirt and grey flannel pants. He left the room and grabbed a towel and dried his hair. After that he laid down and thought to himself,
Sharp as needles, hard as stone, cold as ice
Sharp as needles, hard as stone, cold as ice
Sharp as needles, hard as stone, cold as ice
Sharp as needles, hard as stone, cold as ice