"Kurosaki is absent again today. He's been absent for days now… When will he cope up?"
-#-
"Inoue! Oi! Inoue! You're spacing out again" Tatsuki exclaimed patting Inoue's head who was looking out the window. :Yeah… I've noticed that too." Chiharu butts-in trying to make a good impression. She held Inoue's hands. "What's bothering you my dear Inoue-chan?" she was displaying heart eyes as she cuddles up on Inoue rubbing her cheeks against Inoue's.
Nerves started popping out of Tatsuki's head. She fists her hand and smacks it over to Chiharu. It left a lump on her head.
Inoue then laugh out responding, "You guys… nothing's wrong except for my stomach. I'm kind'a hungry hehe." Tatsuki only glompsed on her knowing that she was faking.
-#-
This orange-haired guy is sulking up on his bed. Covered with emptiness and darkness. He was in a deep sleep.
"You're weak…" Hichigo in front of him "You're even weaker than you used to be"
"I … I am?"
"You can't even keep something for long … weak"
"I couldn't …"
Hichigo wore a grin on his face. "That's why … you should let me take over from here." He caressed his face. He was standing merely like mannequin. "It's painful isn't it? Painful than your deepest wounds." And his dark self hand over his hands.
Kurosaki stared at him with awe. He slowly raises his hands trying to reach out to Hichigo.
"That's right! Let me take control!" Hichigo excited his exaggeration through his expression and words. Ichigo's eyes were empty. It's as if he was put under hypnotism A complete dummy without life.
Their fingers were almost to touch when suddenly a figure of her princess flashed into his sight and marked into his mind. He clutched his hands and closed his eyes. One blink of the eye he had his zanpakou thrusting against his black and white colored self. But he missed him as he was successful on evading his unsuspected move.
"Teme! What was that all about?!"
"That was close… chi!" Hichigo stood right at the tip of Kurosaki's blade. Looking down on his king he was disgusted. A view of a sudden hopeful face. He moved his zanpaktou to throw off that extra load on it. His black and white figured disappeared. He looked over but found him no where. He have turned his sight into the sky and closed them. The clouds on that place turned gray.
Thunder and lightning moved an angry rhythm. A moment of blankness and blindness. He felt the touch of cold …water. It started from his face and continued down to his body. He opened his eyes only to see that it had begun raining and that that world was drowning.
His black and white figure, Hichigo reappeared. They were standing back to back from each other. The man in pain was caught out of his attention. His eyes tilt as it widened seeing a blade ad touch his neck from his back. He was bleeding from a small cut.
"Pathetic! You didn't even notice that your sword had been take from you," Hichigo exclaimed with a scornful voice. And Ichigo wore a guilty sight on his face. His eyes widened and narrowed as he shrieked.
He hears the sound of metal pouncing into the wet-hard ground. The tingling sound travels through his body and he shivered.
"There's no worth defeating a man as weak as you!" his black and white figure assumed his position. He vanished as his voice echoes to Ichigo's mind.
The sound of the rumbling of his world brought breaking the ground. From far away its started crackling and at last it approached his whereabouts. He was numb falling into an empty darkness. Ichigo's heart pound harder and harder as he fall. He was scared the same fear and guilt he felt when his mother died in his sight.
He tried to reach on the light his eyes can see from a far. Grabbed a hold on light invisibly.
-#-
He sits up from his lay. He grips into his hair and he was breathing hard. His eyes were guilty. His eyes were angry. He held up to his chest and fist against his bed.
"Be strong … strong enough to be deliciously eaten by me" words of remarking as a desire on his self.
The orange lost boy stood up away from his crib, kept his window open and went straight of his room.