Ichigo stood to his feet, and got dressed. He sighed. Just another day in the relentless struggle of fate…
He closed his eyes.
His hand curled into a fist, ready to smack the wry smile off of the red-haired lieutenant's face.
"Kurosaki-kun! You did it!" The chestnut haired girl applauded, clapping her hands together.
His eyes averted to his feet.
"It's nothing to be proud of…Inoue," Ichigo spoke softly.
Once you take off the blindfold of hope, you'll be able to see reality…and that hope had been torn out…
Ichigo opened his eyes again…remembering the faint glimmer of determination he felt deep in his soul. What would Rukia say if she could see me now? The orange-haired shinigami wondered this…if the raven-haired girl who had changed his world would feel sympathy, sorrow, anger…disappointment?
I hate myself for a lot of reasons…Rukia, but what I'm doing to you is the most I've ever hated myself…
I'm sorry.
He took one step forward, no longer leaning on the wall to support his numb legs. He could no longer feel pain…or any sense in his lower limbs. He felt like a body in mid-air. He opened the door with his hands…again no awareness coursing through his limbs.
His chest felt heavy…not with pain, but with sadness. He can't believe what he had done to her…what she could be going through, he couldn't imagine.
"Kurosaki-san, I am sorry to say but your theory was incorrect." Even through the shadows cast by the man's hat, the shopkeepers eyes portrayed raw sympathy.
Ichigo didn't need this…"So it wasn't venom? This isn't just some fixable state that I'm in, is it? Not the supernatural, the genetical mistakes, the temporary fixes and disasters that plague our world is it?' His voice was beginning to become frantic. "I'm stuck like this forever aren't I?" The pains had died down in his abdomen…it only turned out being blood leaking into his organs. No big deal…he's had worse.
Almost too quietly for Ichigo to hear, the older man says, "I'm sorry, Kurosaki-san."
He needed to talk to someone…he would never resort to the young girl to spill out how he felt but he thought it necessary. He arrived at the apartment door and gently tapped on the white wood. A familiar face appeared, kind and surprised at his unnatural visit.
"Kurosaki-Kun?" His familiar title called his attention back to his surroundings. It was much like her old place, though more spacious and comfortable.
"Inoue…I -" He wasn't sure what to tell her.
She noticed the look in his eyes, the emotions he instinctively and habitually tried to hide. The pain and sadness, the anger…his hatred. She understood.
"It makes me sick now…laughing when all I want to do is cry my eyes out but…I put on a brave face anyways. To try not to pain those around me…they shouldn't have to share my crap. They don't need it…" Silent tears were streaming from his eyes, salt water dripping down his face and staining his shihakusho.
Sometimes I feel like nobody has held me down and forced me to cry or made me hug them, or try to see the inside of me. I just say 'oh I'm fine' and walk away. Nobody's ever said to me 'no you're not'.
A/N So this is my last update before I go away, though I still might have chance for another update tonight ^.^ Anyways this was random, and no stupid reviews, just normal ones thanks lol I really didn't know what I was doing, I guess its just more 'into the Ichigo' kinda deal. But please try to do my poll thing on my profile I need to know what you all think!