Chapter 6: Ichigo's POV (He's much easier to write).
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Another night of slaying Hollows; I was getting used to the fact that they would never let me sleep. I've developed a strange case of insomnia that comes with nightmare-like visions that haunt me like dreams. In one vision, I see the Hollows tearing apart my family and friends as their masks leered… and then one of the masks turns out to be yours. It was your mask, but you were transformed- a terrible figure with a long, lean body and claws ready to sever my throat and laugh at my pain-
A knock at my window interrupted my train of train of disturbing thoughts. Your face- your regular face, with your normal grin- peered through the glass at me. My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but feel a great sense of relief at the sight of you. I opened the window hurriedly to let you in.
"Can't sleep?"
I shook my head, slightly embarrassed. Your voice sounded like a parent's, trying to soothe their young kids. I was a teenager now- I did not need someone to soothe me, or comfort me. What I needed to do was get my head on straight.
You playfully pushed me aside as you made room for yourself on my bed.
"Insomnia's a bitch," you said off-handedly as you got comfortable, stretching luxuriously. I snorted.
"So enlighten me, Ichigo," you continued. "What's been keeping ya up?"
"Nothing," I muttered back, beginning to think this was stupid.
"Are those big scary Hollows keeping ya awake?"
"No," I lied stubbornly. In a softer tone, I asked, "What do you do when you can't sleep?"
Your unnerving smirk crept across your face again.
"Ya probably don't wanna know."
