Warning: Contains Yaoi and Violence/Gore
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The pencil cascaded across the desktop and hit the wall, dropping limp to the floor. Ichigo rested his forhead against the knuckles of his fist, frustrated. This homework... he couldn't do it. There were just too many things on his mind, he felt as though he would explode if he tried to concentrate any more. So there the teen sat, alone in his dimly lit bedroom, the window slightly cracked to allow a non-existant breeze to float inside. The night outside was just blooming, the horizon still dying away to blackness.
The shinigami was left to his thoughts now, concentrating hard on a spot on the dull wooden surface on which his elbow was rested. He closed his eyes and saw a pale figure, with dark hair and long, slender legs. Ichigo forced his eyes open, shooting the thought from his mind. Again a stab of guilt plagued him; for Ishida Uryuu had been missing for almost a week, and nobody had an explanation. He hadn't called in sick from school, ever. And he had told no one he was leaving. Uryuu had simply disappeared, like a stone falling to the depths of a still lake. But Ichigo couldn't help feeling bad; was Ishida's absence his fault? Had he been too harsh to him?
Ichigo cursed under his breath as he stood, again trying to push away these feelings that were attempting to break free inside of him. It was impossible. He could never love another man, not like that. Uryuu just needed some time to figure out that the relationship wasn't right... it wasn't normal. But even as Ichigo thought this another part of his mind shot down these thoughts, as if to say 'To hell with normal.' The red-head needed a distraction, and just moping around his room and sleeping wasn't enough. Every time he fell into an uneasy sleep he saw that distant pale figure once more, that silouette that symbolized something to him... but what was it?...
"Just forget it," The teen told himself aloud, running a slightly sweaty palm through his orange strands. He just needed to get out of the house, that was it. All this time to himself, it wasn't good for him, it left him to make conclusions that were completely rediculous. Grabbing his jacket, Ichigo turned off his light as he left the bedroom, descending the steps lightly. Once out in the darkening street, he took a long breath, freeing his mind of tension. After walking down a few blocks, Ichigo leaned against a brick building and gazed up at the steadily brightening stars, letting his mind wander once more.
Could it have been his fault that he was gone? And if so... where could he be? What if Uryuu was... no. The small white lights against the dark sky above him seemed to melt into that pale figure yet again, but Ichigo was mentally exausted, so he let his thoughts run rampant inside his mind, finally breaking down his inner walls. The slender body had its back turned to him, but a pale face was peering at him from over a boney shoulder. The rectangular glasses had caught a glare, hiding the eyes behind them, but the entire body itself seemed to radiate sadness, disappointment.
For the first time Ichigo took into appreciation how beautiful Ishida Uryuu was, with his slim, long legs and frail figure. With his porceline fair skin, against his jet black hair. Ichigo found himself wanting... no desiring the other teen with every fiber of his being, his body tensing in what could have been a shiver as he stared dumbly up at the sky. After what seemed like hours the red-head broke his gaze at the stars above him, realizing that a single tear had fallen down his cheak, leaving a thin line across his skin. His eyes fell on the window of a dark shop across the street, and the shinigami's heart seemed to skip a beat.
There he was, behind the window.
Uryuu, he was there and he was...
he was...
Crying.
Ichigo stopped in his tracks, for he had been approaching the other, wanting to embrace the pale teen, to take every bit of his slender body into his own. To apologize and to finally give in to what he truly felt inside. But the shinigami's heart froze, standing in the middle of the dimly lit street he watched the silent sobbing of the one he should have loved... the one he betrayed and pushed away. This was all his fault, it was his doing. Ichigo felt horrible.
The teen blinked, and Uryuu's figure was gone. Like smoke he had vanished, but had he ever been there? Had it all been a figment of his imagination? Ichigo made to take a step forward, but he couldn't move. The world around him seemed to have gone mute, and all he could hear was the beating of his own heart. The teen looked down. A thick red liquid was flowing freely from above his stomach, down his pants, and onto the pavement below his feet. Ichigo's eyes widened and his pupils contracted to pin-pricks in fear.
He was bleeding...
Had he been stabbed?...
What the hell had just happened?! WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HIM?!
A sudden jerk sent Ichigo to the ground, a pressure had been released from his back, he'd barely noticed it before, but now it was gone, and he now layed sprawled against the hard ground, staring, petrified, at the blood escaping his body. But in these moments of complete and total panic, his mind seemed to calm itself entirely. Somehow he didn't find panic, nor shock or fear. In contrast, Ichigo Kurosaki was completely placid as he watched himself bleed to death.
There came a roar from behind him as the Hallow withdrew its long claw from the teen's rib cage. His lung had collapsed, he would be dead soon. Soon the monster would feed upon his spirit. Ichigo was deaf to all of this, however, as he thought he saw the slender teen in the distance again, walking toward him. A warm sensation ran throughout his body as his limbs lost colour, he was going to die. Here, in the street, alone.
So this is death... He smirked slightly, waiting for the Hallow to end it, his thoughts swimming freely throughout his mind now. After all I've done... all those times I've almost... this is how I'll go... At least...I got to see...
There was a flash of light above the teen's limp body, one last roar escaping the Hallow as it was destroyed. Ichigo opened one of his eyes a fraction of an inch, a pale face with glasses appearing before it. How he desired to connect those thin lips with his own, to embrace the other man, but he couldn't, his body wouldn't move. A thin hand pushed the red-head onto his back, working frantically to stop the bleeding, but the shinigami's eyes had become dull, losing light, losing life. Tears splashed against the surface of Ichigo's exposed chest as his breathing slackened. Some one was screaming, it was so far away, but he could hear it. It was Ishida, he was sure.
One word escaped the teen's whitening lips as the pain caught up to him and Ichigo fell unconcious.
"...U...ryuu..."
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