Spiraling Madness: A Love Lies Bleeding Side Story

By Inuyoshie

Chapter Three

(From Uryuu's eyes)

I've heard it said that if a person spends long enough without interaction, they go crazy.

I highly doubt talking to myself in the bathroom mirror counts as interaction, but that's the best I have.

I have no clue how long it has been. All I know is that I woke up lay neatly on this bed (I presume it belongs to that pink haired bastard) with the doors locked.

Szayel Aporro. That was his name. His room was lined with books, medical journals and diaries, some of which I recognized (the medical journals) others which I found slightly disturbing (the diaries). The floors were hardwood, stained a cherry red very close to black. The sheets were black and purple but the walls were a stark white colour.

There were no clocks.

There was, however, a bathroom attached to the room, where I got water from. The medicine cabinet was filled with dark coloured bottles that bore no labels, so I daren't try to see what was inside of them. I deduced that one of the bottles had aspirin only by the tangy vinegar smell the bottle gave off after opening.

I arranged and rearranged the bottles. I took two showers and one bubble bath. (The bubbles were pink. I felt rather undignified). I read through the medical journals, sparing some smiles at the snide comments Szayel would scribble in the margins ("The brain tumor could easily have been removed by a seven inch long needle inserted into the pupil you sappy, overdramatic chemotherapy-happy moron.")

No matter how much I tried to distract myself, the awful fear still lingered in my stomach.

What if I was trapped here forever?

I mean, Szayel could have died or something, and then I could be in here for months without anyone noticing me! My stomach hurt from being hungry, I felt like I could tap my stomach and it would make a sound similar to a drum.

And then, the hunger pangs stopped.

I wasn't sure if I should be happy or not- I mean, I didn't miss the pain, but… you know, when you are dying of hypothermia, right before the end you're supposed to feel warm, so…

It was hard to move too. I was having difficulties moving from the bed to the bathroom to get some water. The bed was really comfortable, see and… I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not half of the time. I could hear my father yelling at me, my friends at school (whom I rarely associated with I should add) Ichigo… I was cold. I wrapped myself in blankets and waited.

Maybe someone would come for me. Hell, if it was Szayel with drug laced pasta I'd take that.

Or maybe I'd die. Slowly and pathetically, from starvation.

Something was touching the back of my neck. It felt warm, buzzing, like it had some kind of energy in it. Maybe it did. Did it? Was it there? Was any of it-

"Quincy… Ishida… Uryuu, get up…"

Focus… I focused in and saw that pink haired bastard, Szayel Aporro, hovering over me with an odd look on his face.

"… What do you want?" I muttered. Part of me was screaming at me to be hostile, least he get the wrong idea and-

"Hm, your blood sugar is dangerously low," Szayel remarked casually, licking his finger.

"Wha-"

"Come on," I felt something like iron grab the side of my arm and yank me up. I stumbled into warm arms and closed my eyes for a moment.

The next thing I knew, I was on a table with an IV in my arm, and Szayel recording statements about the state I was in into some whirly sounding thing. My vision was all blurry- was I wearing my glasses? I tried to reach up and see, but my arm wouldn't move.

"Why won't it move?" I asked, quite lucidly.

"Because you're half starved," Szayel replied calmly. "Did you eat anything odd?"

"I make it… a habit… to not put strange objects into my mouth," I muttered. I heard Szayel chuckle and frowned slightly.

"I will keep that in mind, Quincy," he purred at me. I was pretty tired, but awake enough to recognize an innuendo when I heard one.

"Feh." I muttered. "Coming up with a witty response takes too much energy,"

"Then save it for another day. My sedatives could seriously damage your liver in your current state," I was told. Without a further comment, I passed out.

The strange thing about passing out is that when you wake up, it feels like only a few minutes have passed. However, when I sat up, the taste on the inside of my mouth told me otherwise.

I was still connected to an IV, but felt much better. My stomach and head both didn't hurt, and my muscles were stiff, but not horrifyingly weak like before.

"Awake! Awake! Ishida's Awake!" a high pitched voice exclaimed. I glanced over the edge of my bed and noticed two small, blobby like things bouncing up and down. They honestly looked like marshmallows with heads and limbs.

With remarkable speed, Szayel stepped into the room (which I think was different from the one I was first brought into, but it's hard to tell).

"You're awake? Excellent how are you feeling?" he asked sharply. I blinked.

"You're asking me how I'm feeling?" I asked.

"Yes. Do I need to simplify the question for you-"

"No, I'm feeling fine." I grumbled back. The man nodded, reaching over and checking my vitals quickly. It felt rather odd... since my father was a doctor; I wasn't generally in even slightly similar situations such as this. He was of the 'suck it up' mentality when it came to me.

"You seem to have recovered," Szayel remarked.

"Brilliant deduction," I muttered back. "Why'd you lock me up anyways?"

"I forgot about you," Szayel replied nonchalantly. My glare intensified. "I'm not used to having a pet,"

"Humph," I muttered, annoyed. Pet indeed.

Something cold snapped around my wrist. I jumped, and noticed a copper band clamped there.

"What the hell?" I demanded.

"It's to monitor your body temperature, among other things. This way, if such a situation happens again, I shall be notified," Szayel remarked primly, walking out. I glared after him.

What kind of shit was this? I pulled at the bangle, trying to get it off to no avail. The seam was incredibly tiny; it took a while for me to find it. All I had to do was find a paperclip or something, and the thing would be off of me.

In the back of my head I knew the bangle was probably a good idea, but I was pissed. He called me his pet! That was completely uncalled for! If anything he's the animal, not me!

The bangle lay heavily on my wrist, mocking me, just like its creator. I fought with it until my fingers ached.

And all the while, I swear He was laughing at me.

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Inuyoshie's after the chapter dance festival of doom.

Heya everybody! Here is the third installment of Spiraling Madness!

Took a really long time to write. I got stuck in spots, so if it's a little choppy that's why. T-T

But I got to research starvation! Slow starvation is much more fun though, which makes me sad. Maybe I'll write about it some other time.

Yeah.

So, smexy stuff next chappie, I promise~ I hope you all enjoyed.