CRASHES
nyao. Enjoy...
In his half death, he felt nothing. No pain, only warmth. "I'll...kill you..." only life. "You..'re m-mine..." it was pleasant. "I own you..." simply floating along the edge. "Sweet...alice...king..."
He was dreaming again. Not that having a dream was weird. He hadn't had dreams like this since he was young...or he'd thought he'd had them. But that must have been a dream too. He couldn't tell.
He stopped at the edge of a wood. Ventured in a little. And a little thought came to him. More of a...something...something, he knew what it was called, just couldn't remember...at the moment.
"Alice..." he looked around sharply at the voice. The name. Alice...? who was Alice? Who was he, for that matter? He looked down at himself, hoping for a clue. He found a dress, little black shoes and white stockings. Was he even a he? Who was he?
He spied Rukia, the fawn. "And what do you call yourself?" Rukia asked with kind gentle eyes.
"Alice..."
"I do wish I knew..but...I have a feeling my name is Alice..." because clearly that had to be his name if that voice kept calling him by it.
"My sweet Alice King..."
He woke up, screamed at the looming face above him. The pain assaulted him. Urahara gave him training.
Something inside him was dead and empty. He couldn't stand it. It felt so...different. Like before. Before all of this happened. Before, when he was a normal teenager. For some reason he didn't like feeling so empty at all. He liked the filled up feeling of absolute insanity.
It's not like he wasn't insane before.
Fighting against hollow transformation, he heard something scream at him. "LOSE! LOSE! Become mine, sweet little alice king. Fall to me." but he couldn't listen, because he had to fight, he had to win, he had to protect.
So he fought against it, while the voice shrieked at him. And he fought until everything was back under control and he was who he was supposed to be.
The voice was gone again.
So he ventured into soul society, feeling empty, but alive. That torn, raped feeling was back.
Somehow, he loved feeling so broken. Or maybe that was something else inside of him, telling him it liked it when he was broken. He didn't know, nor did he care.
"Black king, kill king, watch as he cries. Give him a kiss. Sweet demise."
But that voice was blocked out, in favor of a pep talk. He could do this. He would destroy what he had to, in order to protect what he loved.
"And what do you love, sweet pretty Alice. Because I know it's not her..." cackling laughter. He couldn't listen to it. He'd plug his bloody ears if he had to.
He couldn't let himself crash and burn at this important moment.
OWARI
woo... I dunno. Review please. I'm watching cheeky angel! It's weird...but so funny...