I have never expierenced fear
I've expierenced rage, a burning passion, when she is wronged
I've expierenced sorrow, a gaping depth, when I am unsuitable for my name
I've expierenced happiness, a lustrous illumination, when from her tongue comes exactly what I need to hear
But I have never expierenced fear
Not until now.
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The drums' tempo lengthened in his stride, beats of pain speeding up, slowing down, then speeding up again.
I can't go to school today.
I can't face them.
I can't-
Ichigo turned suddenly, taking a route through an alleyway, walking briskly through a bustling intersection, faces blurring as he passed them.
He didn't know where he was going.
He didn't care.
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With a low sigh, Horse-kun, standing a good length away from Rukia's unconscious body, scratched his pale hair, frowning.
Things were NOT going as planned. Not in the least.
The girl, Rukia, Ichigo's obvious center of affection, was by no means able to be spoken with, persuaded, or induced.
His yellow eyes ran over her spasming body once more.
Horse-kun's eyebrows twitched.
Things were NOT going as planned.
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"A THIRD world?!" Byaukya growled. "That's ridiculious."
Kurotsuchi's grin faded. "Then perhaps I should put it in different terms that would be easier for you to understand."
The scientist turned away, staring at the unconscious body.
"Kuchiki Rukia..."
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I frowned as the green meadow entered my vision.
This was different. Everything had come in cycles before this moment.
My head turned around in the area, my eyes squinting in concentration as I drank in the vivid green details around me.
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"..is dead."
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My eyes stopped when I saw snow.
Half the meadow was white as winter.
The other was green as spring.
A figure appeared in the whiteness, her white arm outstretched, her white mouth forming words I could not hear.
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Ichigo didn't know how he ended up here.
In a garbage dump.
Frowning, he sat down in a grass area a few paces away from the mess of junk before him.
He closed his eyes as his lips pursed, trying to ignore the rancid smell of garbage.
Well, maybe he had some idea.
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A/N: yeah... sorry it took so long... you know, finals -.-"