DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN BLEACH OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, KUBO TITE DOES!
Rip... Rip... Riiiiiip...
"Why are you ripping paper?" Hiro asks as he stares at me in joyful fascination.
"Explain, explain, explain!" Alex chants, grinning ear to ear.
"Isn't it obvious? He's making a bed for his invisible hamster that lives in his head," Kaito's "evil self" sarcastically states, prompting me to throw a pair of red and pink plastic safety scissors at his head, which he avoids by shifting his weight at the last second, causing them to glide past his head and hit a nurse in the back of the head instead.
"Ow... Who did that?" She whines as she turns towards us. It's the pajama saint from before.
Kaito wastes no time in pointing his stick like finger at me. Pussy assed bastard...
"Eh!? Ichigo, why'd you do such a horrible thing!?" She cries, her tone closely resembling the one my pre-school teacher would use when she caught a student misbehaving.
"It was an accident," I mumble, barely audible.
If it were anyone else, I could've have cared less, but this specific nurse is so innocent and saint like that doing anything bad or wrong to her makes me feel as if God is staring down at me, damning my soul into hell itself.
"Technically, hitting her was the only accidental thing about it," Hiro says, appearing to be rather pleased with himself for pointing this out. I stomp on his foot underneath the table. "Yeow! What was that for!?" He demands, looking offended as Alex stares at him with a puzzled expression on her face while Kaito laughs his evil ass off at the scene before him. I'm so tempted to punch him in the mouth...
Instead, I turn my attention back to my ripped strands of paper, huffing in annoyance as I do so.
"What do you mean by me getting hit by it being the only accidental thing about it," the pajama saint asks Hiro.
"He was trying to take my life!" Kaito yells, striking a tragic looking pose. Pajama saint's eyebrows knit together in confused concern.
"Is this true? I mean, I doubt doing so would be possible with a pair of safety scissors, but that not really point of the matter," she says, disappointment creeping into her voice.
Looks like your freedom has come to an end, Ichigo...
Shut up, you hallucinatory quack!
"Did I throw the scissors at him? Yes. Was I aiming to kill him by doing so? Nope. In fact, the act of killing the idiot never crossed my mind," I reply as I fold and glue a couple scraps of paper together. "His 'evil self' is just trying to get me thrown into isolation like he's been trying to do for the past couple of days."
She makes a face that makes it quite clear that she doesn't know who or what to believe...
CRASH!
"Oh, God! She's going to bleed out!" A nurse frantically screams from the other side of the massive art room. She's trying to apply pressure to the huge slice on a middle aged woman's right wrist.
"What happened!?" The pajama saint yells as she runs over to assist with the injured woman.
"I-I-I was painting with Miku-chan and the next thing I knew, a flower pot f-f-fell off of the shelf beside us and a st-stray shard bounced u-upwa-wa-wards and slit m-m-m-my wrist," She explains as thick tears run down her face, terror shining bright in her eyes.
"Try to hang in there, we're going to get you to the infirmary and fix this, okay?" The pajama saint tells her, her voice wavering, giving away the fact that she, too is terrified for the woman's life.
"But, Mio-chan! She'll most likely bleed out if we move her around too much!"
"She'll bleed out anyways if we just sit around waiting for someone to come and help her!"
I catch movement in the corner of my eye and turn towards the giant double doors leading out into the hallway just in time to see a man with shoulder length, blue gray hair wearing a white doctor's coat calmly stride out of the room, a faint smile playing across his face. I grit my teeth together in uncontrollable anger and leap out of my chair, causing it to topple over, and charge after the bastard. How dare he stroll out of here, grinning as if none of this concerns him, as if someone wasn't dying right in front of him! As if he was pleased by it!
"Hey you piece of-!"
My eyes widen in disbelief.
He's gone...
The woman who got hurt, her name was Hoshino Yuffie. She was the one who all but destroyed the art room in a creative bliss my first day here. She died of blood loss before Mio and Miku even got her halfway to the infirmary.
And the man in the white doctor's coat... I asked around about him, but no one knew who the hell I was talking about, not even the ghosts. It was almost as if... It was was almost as if the I was the only person who could see him...
ME: After almost two years I finally updated this beaut! :D Sorry it took so long and sorry this chapter is so short and bit rushed, but in my defense, I wrote this between 12:00 am and 3:00 am and I was desperate to update this. Sadly the next chapter will also be on the short side (it's already written, I just need to type it up) and will be on the depressing side, but alas tis what I do best...
ICHIGO: ...
ME: What?
ICHIGO: I THOUGHT YOU FUCKING ABANDONED ME! THAT'S WHAT! T_T
ME: S-sorry ^^"
ICHIGO: *Pouts in the corner* Not to mention the first thing you did when you came back was kill a potential friend... T_T
ME: I'll make you knew friends, so stop your whining -_-
TOGETHER: Review!