AN: Holy crap! I'm so sorry for making you guys wait for as long as I did.
When I was writing this chapter school started up and I've been getting
homework throwen at me from all sides.
Anyways I finally found the time to get this typed up so here it is.
Chapter 3
190 days ago
Ichigo waited on an uncomfortable leather couch, loud music seeping out from the large headphone that sat atop his head of vibrant ginger hair, his feet tapping not to the beat of the music but out of impatience.
He hated having to see a psychiatrist, just the fact that he had to see one made him feel just a tiny bit more doubtful as to whether he was mentally stable or not. But in the end he had no say in the matter, he had been recommended to see one by the high school's psychiatrist, and even worse he was suspended from school until he finished a certain number of sessions and or he was found to be in fine mental health. This only made Ichigo feel just a bit more alienated than he already was.
Out of the corner of his eye Ichigo caught the large door to the office open and close and then saw the young psychiatrist come fully into view.
"Good afternoon Kurosaki-san. Sorry to have kept you waiting, I got caught up in traffic." The psychiatrist said as she walked over to her deck.
The teen pulled off his headphones, realizing that he was being spoken to.
"Sorry, what was that?"
The psychiatrist looked back at Ichigo.
"I said I'm sorry for being late."
"Oh it's no problem, not like I'm in a hurry or anything" Ichigo said not even trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice.
The psychiatrist walked over form her desk and took a seat across from the teen.
"So how have you been?" the psychiatrist asked.
Ichigo just shrugged,
"Fine I guess."
"You do anything exciting this weekend?"
"Celebrated my birthday."
"Oh really, how old are you now?"
"You should know shouldn't you? I mean with that whole file you have on me and everything."
"Yes, but I'm not looking at it now am I."
Ichigo sighed,
"I just turned seventeen."
"So old yet still so young, you feel any different now that you're a year older?" the psychiatrist said as she scribbled something down on her clipboard
"Not really" The teen replied
"I see. So what friends did you spend your birthday with? Was it with any of those from that Soul Society place you've told me about?"
Ichigo reluctantly nodded in answers.
"Who?" The psychiatrist asked.
"Rukia, Renji, and a few other people, I actually spent a day there, in Soul Society."
"Oh really"
"Yeah"
"Well that's a very different situation for going there, I mean from all the other stories you've told me" the psychiatrist wrote something else down.
"So how many of these sessions do I have to go to before I can go back to school?" Ichigo asked, wanting to change the subject.
"Oh I don't know, I'm guessing a few more." the psychiatrist said in an airy tone.
"How many's a few more?"
The psychiatrist sighed and straitened up in her seat, her gaze locked onto the redheaded teen.
"Listen Ichigo the past couple of weeks I can't say I'm too happy about what I've found. I mean a lot of the things you've told me about yourself, how you spend your time, these powers that you claim to have. Ichigo I believe you may have schizophrenia."
The psychiatrist's words hit Ichigo with little to no force at first but as he let the words gain meaning everything started to make less sense.
"What?" it was the only thing the teen could muster.
"I'm sorry but it was the only diagnoses I could connect with your symptoms. I mean sure at one point I could have just written you up as a manic-psychotic but when you started talking about your delusions and hallucinations I just couldn't leave the option of schizophrenia out any longer" explained the psychiatrist.
Ichigo was standing now, ready to fight that which he could not understand.
"What delusions, what the hell are you talking about?"
The psychiatrist just shook her head.
"That Soul Society place, and your so called shinigami powers, those are what we classify as delusions Mr. Kurosaki."
Ichigo shook his head in disbelief.
"Those aren't delusions, I've been telling you the truth, I really have…"
"And then there's your hallucination," the psychiatrist said cutting off the teen. "Your other half, the hollow half as you call it."
The redhead froze, he had forgotten that he had mentioned his hollow to her.
"Sure you only brought it up once or twice but just the fact that you even mentioned having an alter ego was something to be concerned about, and the also the fact that you're afraid of it. Afraid of it 'taking over' as you put it."
Ichigo just stood, stunned at the information that he was hearing.
"She thinks I've been lying to her. She thinks I'm crazy…but I trusted her." The teen thought, his mind was reeling trying to make sense of his current situation.
"You really thought you could trust her King?" Came the all too familiar voice from the back of Ichigo's mind. "I guess you really are stupid after all."
The teen knew that he shouldn't react, especially now but his eyes could not help but grow wide at the sound of the voice. Taking notice to Ichigo's sudden and unexpected reaction the psychiatrist felt a strange feeling of dread wash over her.
"Ichigo what is it?"
"It's nothing." The redhead spat when he regained his composure.
"Like hell it's nothing. Tell that bitch I'm here, tell her that I'm talking to you." The hollow hissed. Ichigo shook his head.
"No" the teen said aloud despite himself, realizing his folly he tired to think of something to cover up with but failed.
"What is it Ichigo? Is it the hollow, is it speaking to you?"
"Tell her yes" rang the hollows water like voice.
Ichigo stood stalk still for a few moments.
"No" he said finally after a few long seconds had pasted.
The psychiatrist cocked her head to one side,
"Then why do you look so distant all of a sudden?" Implored the psychiatrist.
The teen did not have an answer, not while his hollow was egging him on to tell the woman the truth.
"Tell her King, tell her I'm here."
"I can't do that."
"Why not, ya've already given yerself up."
"I won't do it."
Ichigo hears the hollow sigh before speaking again.
"Ya really are useless ya know that King."
Before Ichigo could even comprehend what his hollow has said he felt himself control. What happened after that exactly the redhead did not know. When the teen finally came to he was faced with what could only be described as murder.
The psychiatrist had been killed, brutally slaughtered, and he was covered in her blood. Dropping to his knees as the realization of what had happened washed over him.
"Why?" was the single pathetic word that fell from Ichigo's lips and echoed throughout the silent office, the words reaching no one he could see.
"She doesn't know ya King, I just thought she needed to taught a lesson" hissed the teen's counterpart languidly.
Ichigo did not know how to reply to what he had been told so he simply said nothing.
"Ya know I'm right King."
After those words were spoken Ichigo he did not remember much just that he woke up in the white padded room.
Waking with a start the ginger haired teen looked around the dark room. Ichigo's breathing was heavy and his body was covered in a cold sweat.
"King ya alright?" said the same water like voice from his nightmare. "King?" said the voice again from somewhere in the in the darkness, before a cool hand ran its way through the teen's hair. Ichigo flinched at the touch and slapped the hand away.
"Don't touch me" the redhead said in a harsh clipped tone.
Ogihci was taken aback by his king's response.
"King what's wrong?"
Calming down, Ichigo glared at his hollow, Ogihci's golden eyes full of worry.
"I-I remember, I remember everything."
"What do ya remember?"
"Why I'm here."
Worry washed over the hollow.
"It's because you killed that woman."
Ogihci just sighed. He had not wanted to talk about what had taken place that day ever since they had ended up in this godforsaken place.
"I did" the counterpart testified.
"Why? Why did you do it?"
"She…" The hollow stammered with his words trying to think of the right words to say as not to drive his king into hysterics again.
"She what Shiro?"
Shiro let out yet another heavy sigh,
"She thought ya were crazy. Ya put yer trust in her like I told ya not to from the very beginnin' and what did she do?" The hollow said as he looked down at the redhead, golden eyes gleaming with their usual malice, "She turned on you."
"So you killed her?"
"Well it was gonna happen either way King" The hollow said very matter of fact.
"Why's that?"
A smile broke out across Ogihci's face.
"I didn't really like her much to tell ya the truth."
Ichigo just looked at his hollow,
"And here I thought you had changed" said the teen.
Ogihci let a small laugh escape his lips at the statement.
"Nope, can't say I have, but I've been trying my best to help ya."
"Why?"
"'Cause it's my fault that yer here in that first place," Ogihci said, golden eyes downcast. "So 'cause of that, I feel that's its only right that I protect ya."
AN: Yeah sorry for the half assed chapter, but I felt that there needed to be a little
explanation for the last two chapters. Oh and sorry for the cliff-hanger kind of ending.
My brain just stopped working and I felt that it was the best way to end it. Next chap
up when I can get around to writing it.
Reviews please, and thank you for staying with me this far.
