Psych.
Blurb: Ichigo Kurosaki. Occupation: Student, Shinigami... Mental patient.
Warning: Spoilers for Bleach series, non-major. Extrapolation. Disturbing themes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Don't bother suing me.
Written To: The insanely annoying sound of the person next to me tapping away very loudly on the keyboard. The only consolation is that I'm not working right now.
Good morning, Kurosaki. I hope you slept well?
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No?
...what does it look like?
I'll take that as a no, then. Bad dreams?
...you already know the damn answer.
What do you dream about, Kurosaki?
Getting out of here.
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Nightmares.
What kind of nightmares?
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The night ward noted that you talk about your friends. In particular, Orihime.
...remind me never to get that guy a Christmas present.
It's his job to tell me if you're having difficulties sleeping. I might be able to help you with that.
With what? Hot milk, cookies and a bedtime story?
If you wish.
I was being sarcastic.
I know.
...
Let's get back to the matter in hand.
...okay, so...
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… in the dream... there's this guy. Named Aizen Sosuke.
And what does he do?
Kills people. He wants to take over this... city, I guess.
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I fight him. But I'm not strong enough, people get hurt. He takes away Orihime.
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And then I confront him about everything he's done - all the people he's killed, all the lives he's broken.
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And that bastard - he just smiles at me, and there's a mirror in his hand. And I'm... not me.
What do you see in the mirror, Kurosaki?
...a monster.
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...him.
'Him'?
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Somebody you know?
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Aizen?
No...
...
...he hates the rain.
Why?
...
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How do you feel about rain?
Huh?
...
Oh, I see. Seriously, that has nothing to do with this.
What does rain make you feel?
Seriously... it's rain. You can take it or leave it. It's just... water.
Could you describe that person to me?
He has white hair. He's... albino, I guess.
And his name?
He doesn't have one.
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Except his eyes... they're black and gold. The whites are black, I have no idea why.
Very well.
Do you even use all of this?
All the information, every piece of it, may be useful to us to help identify your conditions.
What, even the stuff I dream about?
Perhaps. For the meantime, however...
...I'll see you tomorrow then, I guess.