(Note: This is a bit of an emotional chapter to me. Maybe not to you, but it was a day in which I was having some issues on relationships. You'll understand)

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Orenji awoke far into the night, recently sleeping on the couch, with the lights dim and the wind hitting the windows like a whisper of God. Ichigo stared down at her, hovering off the ground in an Indian style sitting position. She was using more energy than she needed to.

Orenji blinked, "Ichigo?" She sat up quickly and a swift breeze froze her back. She felt herself shake and her eyes close in shock from the cold. Her eyelids began to throb and she put her hand on them.

"Would you like to explain?" Ichigo watched Orenji still with caution. Orenji looked up at her and the pain automatically stopped. Her heart leapt into her throat and she choked, trying to think quickly.

"What? That? Th-that was just a test." She got up off the couch and walked to the hallway. "I-I just…"

"Orenji, get back here. What happened there was not just a test. Something's happening to you Orenji; the things you say, your attitude, the way you act, your feelings toward everyone and everything; the way you hurt people is not just a game anymore Orenji, it's for real isn't it? You're changing. You're turning into an animal, and you kill—"

"Oh please!" Orenji shot around, "Don't act like you care about me now! You don't care about anyone else's problems, you said it yourself."

"That was a long time ago—"

"It wasn't. I feel it in you Ichigo; you have no empathy, no compassion for anyone, not even for yourself. For once, I respected that. I thought I had no compassion, because I was young and I put myself down, but you…you still have no emotions. You never cared about me, never have, and never will. I thought that's what friends were for, but I have no friends, no true ones." She turned and walked to her bedroom door, then looked back. "And you will never know me Ichigo-chan. I'm out of teen years, this is for real. So go, go be a doctor and a scientist like you've wanted. I'm still here, still ignorant with no high-standards!" She knew she was only hurting herself, even over-exaggerating, but she had to say it. "But I care. I have done everything for you Ichigo, and I receive nothing from you. Ten years I've done this, but I'm done." She went inside her bedroom and slammed the door so hard the house shook.

Ichigo starred blankly infront of her, not really starring at the wall, just inside her mind. Her stomach knotted and her eyes felt pressure. It felt like her soul was ripped from her body. Then, Ichigo-chan did something she had never done before that was caused by Orenji-chan. She dropped down on her knees, put her hands together against her chest, and cried. She rocked herself, tears pouring from her eyes without any end. The breath left her and she gasped for it, moaning and wailing. "Momma…Oh M- Momma…"

Orenji laid her hand on the bed handle, starring down at the floor and breathing hard. She looked around her dark room in hopes for it to stop, but her sight became blurry. She looked down at her bedspread and touched it too lightly, which frightened her. "Ohhhhhhh…"

Orenji collapsed on her bed, also crying. This was common, especially if Ichigo caused it. Orenji hugged the stuffed purple unicorn. It wasn't big enough, she thought. She was just too big. Orenji pictured herself when she was five or six years old, she would hug her mother in the same way, only then she would feel the warmth of real love and protection. Now, she only felt that burning inside her body, which offered nothing positive, only a feeling of death and remorse. The instinct was one thing, but the feelings were another. Ichigo was going to find out soon, she knew it. Ichigo was smart, too damn smart, which was a problem. But Ichigo knew nothing about what Orenji knew, no one did. Orenji knew that everyone "isn't even half as smart as the think they are", and Orenji wasn't "smart", but she did have a talent unlike anyone in the universe.