Chapter 3 : The White Creature
Right so the things ino about this place are:
1. Im inside my inner world, or in other words my soul. And I am unable to get out, unless ive just forgotten how to. I seem to have forgotten a lot of things lately.
2. I remember who old man Zangetsu is. He's my zanpaktu. He takes the form of a older man when in my inner world, but when in the real world he's my zanpaktu. But for some reason I'm able to have both him and the zanpaktu present here even though there both the same thing. It doesn't make much sense I know.
3. I can't seem to remember who I am properly. Who my friends are, who my family are,(if I have any) , and I can't remember what the hell it is that I do, I know I'm a shinigami, but that's just a name right now, what does it mean?
4. This world really sucks, I am damn sick of it! This is my inner world, I should have a choice about what it should look like!
Well that wasn't really much help. It hasn't gotten me any closer to finding out what the hell I am doing stuck here and why Old man Zangetsu decided to appear like that then just walk off again. Nothing makes sense. And why did I remember everything about him all of a sudden? Is it because I thought really hard about it? I don't know. I've tried thinking about all my memories and everything else but its kinda hard to think about things you can't remember ever seeing or experiencing. AHHHHG.
I slid to the floor again checking my hands as if to make sure they were defiantly real. This place is messing with my mind. I crossed my legs and stared ahead of me waiting for something to happen. I can't just sit here and think. What can I think about? I can't remember anything, and I'm sick of trying to. I need something to do, something to occupy my mind with. But what?
I brought a hand up and started to ruffle my hair a bit. Something that I'd never normally do but in boredom it seemed like at least something.
It didn't seem to take up much time though, messing with my hair and fidgeting. It only made me feel even more uneasy.
I got up and walked over to the edge of the building, peering over it as I had done many times was, as always nothing down there except endless amounts of sky scraper and space. But for some reason this time when I glanced down at the nothingness a strange feeling crossed over my spine. A prickly feeling landed on my neck and I had that strange sense of being watched again. I looked about thinking old man zangetsu might have come back but there was no shadow or billowing cloak to be seen. I would of heard him if it was him even if I couldn't see him because of the noise his cloak made.
I checked down the side of building, scanning everything once more incase I caught sight of someone watching me. There was nothing still, but yet the feeling of being watched felt very heavy around my shoulders and I couldn't help but feel more and more agitated as the minutes ticked by.
It felt like I had been standing in wait for ages for what ever it was to show its self but it appeared to me that nothing was going to. I left the edge and walked back over to the zanpaktu picking it up this time keeping it ready and as close as possible. My feeling off being watched hadn't budged and the more the time passed the more the feeling got heavier and heavier. I kept thinking that someone was standing right behind me, but when ever I turned there would be no one. I even swore I felt breath on my neck at some point which made me jump almost out of my skin but there still wasn't anything but myself.
I decided to try ignore the feelings as they were really started to get on my nerves. It was probably just me being paranoid or something. If there was someone else hear Zangetsu would have said. Right at that moment a shrieking cry interrupted all of my thoughts.
The noise sounded very close by. I wanted to swivel round searching for the source but something about it made my entire body freeze. I had been feeling hot and uncomfortable a second ago but now felt freezing as if something Icy had slipped its way into my blood stream. My stomach formed into knots and I could barely swallow as my throat felt as dry as bone.
The cry was sickening, and I knew it wasn't just a cry, but also some sort of laughter. It wasn't normal laughter. It felt dangerous, and empty, full of pleasure and anger. I don't no why I felt all these things from hearing that one laugh/cry but that's what I felt which made me even more confused.
I heard footsteps coming up from behind me. I desperately wanted to turn around but my body wouldn't let me. It was frozen into place. I willed my legs to move but they didn't. I willed the arm holding my sword to swing out but it wouldn't. The only thing I could do was listen as the echoing footsteps drew closer, and to tighten my fist around my sword.
Sweat dripped from my forehead but it wasn't hot, it was cold which made me shiver. I kept begging my body to move. Why was I acting like this? Was it because the thing or person behind me held so much more power then I did? Or was it because the cry earlier reminded me of something I couldn't quite remember. Images flashed through my mind of white masks. The eye holes empty. The marks which looked like bone had mouths which opened. They almost looked like they were smiling but blood spilled over there teeth.
The images vanished as soon as they had appeared and left me in even more of a panic. What did they mean? What were these masked things? Why did they seem so familiar to me? When I saw them it was like remembering a family member or something, but that can't be possible.
The footsteps reached me, and I felt the presence of some one standing right behind me. Its breath was on my neck, not warm like breath usually is, but ice cold causing the hairs there to stand on end. Ultimate fear washed over me and I wanted nothing more but to move out of the way and face what was behind me.
The thing cackled. "Ichigo...Its Been a while" The voice was just like the shriek. It was crackly sounding like torn paper in the wind, but held as much power as Zangetsu's voice. It sounded very much like my own voice apart from the crackling and it seemed excited about something.
An arm reached from behind and went across my chest to the other shoulder. Almost like an embrace except I knew that it wasn't a kind gesture at all. The skin on the arm to my complete shock was white. A porcelain white. As if the person it belonged to was dead. As if the skin itself had frozen and resembled snow. The finger nails were not pink or flesh coloured but black and lifeless. They looked menacing.
Out of the corner of my eye a face peered just over my shoulder. I could barely see but the mans face was white here on his skin also except for his eyes which held a pure gold colour.
I was more than terrified. What man could look like this? What creature could look like this? His breath was heavy on my neck and it seemed to freeze my body deeper.
A tongue snaked out from between its teeth. A tongue grey like a snakes. It licked the side of my neck.
"HA, IVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU FOR SO LONG"
For some reason my body seemed to unfreeze from these words and I leapt out of the creatures arms and ran out of reach turning quickly to face it.
The creature didn't seem so surprised that I had moved suddenly, but he did look like I had just taken something from him. He glared slightly but also a mocking smile was held into place.
His features...Wait...No...It Can't be...
The creature standing there in its white skin and white shinigami robes looked exactly like me. No that's not the right way to describe it. It was me. It was me exactly. The shape of the eyes, the shape of the head, the robes were even the same only a different colour. His body and height all exactly the same. Even the hair was the same. Naturally spiky and parts of it just falling in front of his eyes. The only thing that was very different about this creature from me was that were the whites in his eyes were meant to be, they were black, and his irises, which should of been a light brown colour were a rich gold that gave him the look of a wild animal.
He sniggered at my reaction.
"So its true, you don't remember me, ha, how interesting!" His voice with its shakey tone made me cringe. I could still feel the wet patch his tongue had made on my skin.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? WHY? WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ME? HOW ARE YOU ME?"
My outburst caused the creature to laugh even more, but the laugh held no warmth or friendliness.
