BRUISES
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That falling feeling consuming him. He hated it. He hated falling. It showed weakness. It reminded him of something, though he wasn't quite sure what...
"Never follow the white"
"Silly Alice King. You know exactly what you want, what you have. You're a liar. Liar liar..." he growled, and flashed an encouraging smile at Ishida, who gave him a questioning look. He could not get distracted.
And he did not. He fought. And it stayed silent. He fought, and bled, and screamed until he had no more energy to stop it. He felt lips on his mouth, hands on his face, even though he could see no one.
So wonderfully familiar, like a dream he wished he could revisit. He shook the thoughts from his mind. Too late. Zaraki's sword was already speared through his Zangetsu, already digging into his chest. He felt a rough cat like tongue lick the wound. He shivered. Disgusting.
He fell into that world again. Only this time there was one more occupant. "W-who are you?" he asked, staring at the mirror like version of himself.
And that was just it. Mirror! Reflections! There wasn't any meaning to it because it was all backwards! Alike but different.
The reflection frowned, grimacing as if pain had shot him for a second, before covering it up with a smirk. "Don't who me, Aibou. You know exactly who I am. Silly, silly Alice. You've forgotten." he attacked him, trying to cut him. "Want me to show you all the demons? I'll show you them. I'll lock you in there too!"
He shook the sudden image of a bird cage out of his head. A bird cage in the deepest depths of eternity, and all he could feel was pain and pleasure and longing. He kept whispering 'alice..alice..' as if someone would hear and save him. He was trapped and all alone, slowly being driven mad. Or not so slowly.
"What's wrong, Aibou?" the reflection called. "If you keep standing there...I'll kill ya." he smiled, as if he knew exactly what he was thinking about. The pain hadn't left him alone yet. Nor had the pleasure. "What are you thinking about Aibou? You're frozen solid." he jumped at him, and he just barely reacted, holding his pathetic little sword up to defend himself.
The reflection pressed further forward, until their faces were inches away. He noted vaguely that he could feel no breath on his face...or maybe the breath was just cold? Bone dry lips pressed against his, a blue tongue slipping into his mouth. A pale hand ran through his hair, making a fist and pulling painfully at his scalp. He gasped in pain, the lips traveled down his neck, then back to his mouth. Black and gold eyes held his gaze.
"I bet you remember this, don't you?" the reflection whispered.
He stared at Zangetsu, almost wishing the old man wasn't there. 'Let's fight together. So I can defeat foes like this... so I can be stronger...' the reflection jumped away, then forward again, using the momentum to rush at him. 'I don't want to be defeated by a guy like this. Teach me about you.'
And Zangetsu was back in his hands in an instant.
He went back to the real world. And while he was fighting with Zaraki, and talking to Zangetsu, he could feel a little ache on his head, right above his right ear. There was a bruise on his scalp. And it just served to remind him of how disgusted he was that he had let that happen.
"Liar liar! You liked it king! You know you did!" the reflection cackled at him.
It pained him, because it was so very true, but he refused to believe it. "Believe what you see or you'll always be blind." then blind he would be.
Blind and bruised.
OWARI!
Hee hee hee, I loved that. I was saying to kiva-chan how I wanted to put in a rape scene. That's about as close as I'm gonna get. Review please!