DREAMS
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He blinked his eyes open, waiting to hear the creak that came with insanity, the laughter that came with dawn. He heard nothing.
"Hichigo?" he whispered gently. He could feel nothing. He reached deeep into his mind. But nothing reached back. He felt no lips on his cheek, nor did he hear the buoyant voice of his insanity lick away at his mind. He felt no hands on his body.
"Hichigo. Answer me. It's Alice King. Alice..." but Hichigo did not answer, did not even grunt to tell him he was alive.
Did he die saving him? Would he himself have died if he had followed? Was...Hichigo gone forever now?
He never thought he'd miss it. The voice that tormented him. Held him. Kissed him. Loved him and tied him up in dangerous ways. And now as he reached further and further into his soul, nearly turning himself inside out, he couldn't feel Hichigo's familiarity. He couldn't feel Hichigo at all.
He reached his hand out into the dark. He saw beeping lights beside him, from where he lay on his side. The tips of his fingers felt numb.
"Hichigo..." he whispered again, so quietly he could barely hear himself. He heard something rustle beside him, a big dry hand took his.
"Hichigo, Hichigo. Always saying Hichigo..." said a male voice. Who? Who could that be? But he couldn't think for too long. He fell asleep.
He woke up again. In sparkling sunshine. Faces were beside him. They were not dark like Hatsuna's. He rubbed his eyes to see clearly. This bed was not his. This room was a hospital room. He was hooked up to a few machines. His family's worried face looked back at him.
He looked down at his hands. Pudgy and childish. Not the strong teenage hands he'd had just hours ago. Something was strange. Before he could think, he looked at them in confusion, mind still muddled, sanity still faded. "Where's Hatsuna?" he asked softly. Yuzu looked at him with concern. He didn't get angry, as he might of.
"Don't you want to know where kaa-chan is?" his father asked gingerly.
"No. She's dead. I've known that for a long long time. And I've dealt with it." Isshin exchanged glances with the nurse present.
"Where are you...?" Ichigo asked Hichigo quietly. Not that it went unnoticed by his sisters. He saw the look they were giving him and put on a sweet older brother smile to relieve their fears. "What day is it today?"
"June twenty third. You were in a coma for a couple of days. It was scary, ichigo my son!" Isshin hugged him with bruising force. He wanted Hichigo to screech inside his mind, staking his claim on his Alice King. But there was nothing. Not even a quiet growl.
"You'll be fine Ichigo. It's going to be very different for us, but...I'm sure we can live..." Isshin assured with a faint smile. He didn't hear him.
He felt dead. The flowers that had been blooming so brightly were dry and withered. So dead. He wanted to feel Hichigo's touches again. Hear that voice that pushed him over the edge again and again. Hichigo was worse than any drug. Hichigo was his drug.
And now he was going into with drawl.
He felt so empty.
He stared at his small boyish hands again, wishing he could feel Hichigo's slim fingers through his hair. He felt nothing. He called, screamed within his mind over and over. It only seemed to echo.
He'd left wonderland a long time ago.
A QUIET END
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