I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: I dont own Bleach Tite Kubo dose.
She walked through the small town as if she was a whipped and beaten dog. Her eyes that shined so bright were now dull orbs that were like pits of nothingness. If the eyes are the gateway to the soul then her soul was broken and frail left hand was placed onto her right shoulder, as if she was covering a wound or deformity. When she walked all she saw was him, all she herd was his voice, so distant, desperately she clung to old words he spoke, afraid if she forgot his voice that she would forget him himself. Orihime's hair covered her face like a sheperds fur covered its eyes.
"Orihime! Whats up?"
asked the girls friend Tatsuki. The martial artist had sweat pouring down her body, no doubt from a thrilling sparing match, her uniform clinging tightly to her tanned and muscled skin. The wide smile Tatsuki had faded upon seeing Orihime's expression.
"Orihime!"
no response.
"Orihime!"
still nothing. Tatsuki gripped the girl and shook her like a ragdoll but there was no 's eyes dialated as she realized, Orihime was not looking at her, but past her, at something else. Tatsuki shook her friend once more,wanting to get life back into those eyes or hers.
"Tatsuki!"
called one of the girls friends.
"Shit"
she spoke and left Orihime, turnning back once more before going back into the dojo she was in. The orange haired girl continued her walk until she came across a small kitten that was black everywhere except its head which was orange in an allyway. She gripped her heart as the color scheme reminded her of Ichigo in his shinigami clothing. A small tear droplet came down and onto the ground. The kitten walked over to her and mewled before she kneeled and it jumped into her arms licking off her tears. Orihime petted the small kit and laid down the pot of food she had made for Ichigo and the visoreds then walked away. The girl walked until her feet were worn and she fell.
"...I knew you would be in this shape once he told me what happend"
spoke a stronge feminine voice, looking up Orihime met the yellow eyes of Yoruichi Shion.
The women helped the girl up
"Miss Yoruichi...the visoreds and...Kuro-"
"Its okay...Shinji told me what happend"
she spoke before both flickered out of the down town area of karakura and right into the Urahara shop. Orihime opend her eyes to see she was sitting at a table and surrounding her was Rukia, Chad, and Uryu. The group wondered why they were all assembled here. The quincy tipped up his glasses and looked at Orihime concerned
'Whats wrong?"
he tried asking and Yoruichi shook her head
"You'll find out in a minute".
They herd voice's booming from the other rooms.
"So you'll tell them with me?"
"Yes. Best to tell them now rather then later, break their morale now so we can repair in a short amount of time"
"Alright"
"Ready?" "...As I'll ever be".
From a curtain covered room walked in hat and clogs himself, Urahara and the Visored leader Shinji. Urahara stood by Yoruichi along with Shinji who's left arm was just a bandage covered stump and his eyes had a wounded look, he lacked his usual smirk so full of mirth.
"So why are we all gathered here?"
asked Rukia Kuchiki her arms folded, she had a horrible feeling in her stomach and wanted to get this over with.
"Where's Kurosaki?"
asked Chad, knowing usually when they were gathered that the orange haired boy was with them.
"This is about him actually"
told Urahara. Shinji's hair was covering his eyes he sighed deeply and spoke
"Kurosaki had asked my group the Visoreds and I how to control his inner hollow...and we tried assisting him in doing so. fought his hollow, trying to preserve his sanity and failed."
The room stayed quiet for a long time that felt like a eon until Uryu rose from his seat and quickly gripped Shinji by his neck
"What the fuck do you mean failed?!. What the hell did you freaks do to Kurosaki?!"
Shinji reared his face in anger mixed with guilt
"Be silent quincy!. Kurosaki lost his battle against his hollow, fighting ones hollow is the only way to defeat it and preserve one's sanity!. Kurosaki lost!"
Urahara placed a hand on Uryu's shoulder.
" I know your angry...but please let him finish...please"
Ishida sat back down and gritted his teeth until his mouth bled. Shinji huffed
"Kurosaki...died. His hollow came out his body in a twisted form of him and went on a rampage...the visoreds...we..tried stopping it but he was too strong. My friends were barbarically murdered and I was the only one to escape."
he stopped and covered his face hiding the shame and trying not to relive the experience which was already too fresh in his mind.
The rest of the group tried digesting what they were just told in muffled huffs. It was obvious their spirits were broken and hearts stomped on.
The King fell off his horse and they all fell down.
In a barren wasteland that use to be Kurosaki Ichigo's mind walked the once proud shinigami, clothes torn and bloody with eyes that were dull and dead, shinigami sandels broken, lugging around nothing but a small hilt in a endless walk that was brightened by a black sun with a red outline, the winds blew and the sound was like the laugh of the jackel.
