Chapter 4: Release on Edge ~ Shirosaki Hichigo
He had been fighting for a total of 15 minutes and 22 seconds. I knew he was exhausted now, but he had not yet used my power. He continued. Arrancars scattered each trying to take a whack at him. I couldn't take it anymore. I was debating taking full control but I knew he would not approve of that action. I held myself back, waiting for when he wanted to dawn the mask of me.
He didn't. WHAT WAS HE WAITING FOR? This was paranoia driving me to the edge. It was now 20 minutes into this fight and I was seriously about to go all out. But…suddenly I felt him falling, and fear filled me, his mind turned dark, clouds turning grey and the skyscrapers started to fall to oblivion. I wanted to catch him, he had been so high in the sky it would take longer for him to hit the ground. He would hit it hard. I couldn't let this happen. I had just built my trust with him again, my love for him strong and then people have to fuck things up.
He's falling.
He's getting closer to earth.
He's unconscious.
He's bleeding.
He's unaware of all that is happening.
Those bastards are still after him.
He's gonna die.
No.
No.
NO.
I shut my eyes tight and then opened them to Karakura. The real Karakura. He was falling beneath me. I flew down after him out stretching my arm, my hand open, wanting to feel him in that empty space. My other hand held tight to Zangetsu. So close. Just so close.
I successfully got a hold of him and slowly went down to earth, glancing back up to only swing my sword at the enemies, annihilating them all.
I laid Ichigo on the ground looking him over. Bleeding badly of course. His face was contorted in pain. I sighed and picked him up again and carried him back to his house, getting in with ease and laying him in bed, I went to find bandages only to hear a noise and turn back to him. He was sitting up in bed. My eyes widened and I was back over to him trying to gently push him back down on the bed.
"You have to lie back down. You're hurt." I sounded stern.
He looked at me. "What are you doing out?"
I sighed and just laid him back down on the bed. "Just stay there. I'm gonna go and get bandages then patch you up." I left for a moment then returned with bandages and moved to fix him up. I felt his eyes on me the whole time.
"What are you doing out?" he repeated the question.
"I was worried…" I would never admit this to anyone else. I glanced to him and saw he had a rather shocked expression.
"Why?" I found that a rather stupid question.
I stared at him long and hard for a minute, and then just went back to tending to his wounds. "You were fighting for a while…usually you'd finish small fry like that in minutes if you used me…but you didn't and so I got worried. And then when you went unconscious…I…" …I stopped and just looked at him. I didn't want to say I was afraid of him dying. It wouldn't sound right coming from me. He searched me like he did that one time. He was starting to read me like a book; he nodded his head at me in understanding.