HichiIchi: Unknown Dangerous Desires-Ch. 11

Ch. 11
Chained



    He didn't know how much time must have passed; he might have lost his consciousness for a few times already. He wasn't really sure of it, though. He couldn't see much since he was sunk in darkness. Were was he? He looked around, but in vain. He couldn't see anything.
   The floor was cold like ice and he was lying there, too exhausted to stand up and escape that dark place. He sniffed a few times, but he couldn't smell anything. He thought that he could try his luck and shout for help but when he wanted to open his mouth and scream no word left his dried neck. He sighed. Nothing around him had sense. Was it even real? Before this complete darkness he had a few dreams. Were those dreams…or that was the reality? He tried to think about it but no matter how he looked at it he couldn't find a plausible answer. He was just staying there unable to do anything.
   
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    What made him open his tired eyes was an orange sun ray. He opened his them quickly and looked around. He was on a river bank, lying in big grass. The sun was setting slowly behind the big city. He knew that place from somewhere, but he couldn't remember. He ruffled his hair and took a deep breath. The air was fresh and everything seemed perfect. He wanted to return to his peaceful sleep, but something caught his attention.
    On the other side of the river there was someone. He blinked a few times to see better. On the other side there were two persons. A little boy and his mother. They were searching for something in the big green grass but he couldn't understand what the little boy was looking for. He analyzed all the moves the boy did and thought the he knew that person, but his memory didn't help him. And finally the boy shouted. He found it. What did he find? He couldn't see that far. His mother smiled at him and patted his head. The boy was happy, but the teen that was sitting on the other side felt a bit uneasy.
    The teen sighed and threw himself in the grass again. He looked at the cloudless sky and fell asleep…

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    When he woke up cold rain drops were falling down from the grey sky. He stood up quickly and looked around. He was still there on the river bank, but no one was around.
      "I think I've slept too much." He said scratching his wet hair. He wanted to go under a bridge to shelter from the cold rain, but again something caught his attention.
    On the other side there was a little girl and a boy who was running after her. It seemed that the little girl wanted to kill herself and the boy was running after her. Then it happened. His mother died trying to protect the little boy. And little girl was only a ghost. The boy was terrified and at first he didn't even understand what exactly happened. He was covered in his mother's blood and rain was falling hard soaking everything.
      "Mooom, Mom." The little boy shouted again and again, but his mother didn't respond. She was already dead.
    The teen stood on the other side, petrified. The sadness, the despair the little boy had on his face, on his voice, everything made his heart hurt more and more as if it was his mother. The teen stood there, perplexed and hot tears were burning his cold and soaked cheeks.
    Then he understood. That little boy was Ichigo and the ghost was actually a hollow. The teen wanted to call the little Ichigo, but his words wouldn't leave his neck. All he could do was to cry and feel the sorrow and despair…


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    Burning tears were soaking his cheeks. He opened his eyes and saw darkness. But he wasn't lying on the cold floor anymore. His wrists were shackled and he was staying in knees. He felt that his ankles were shackled too.  If he weren't that exhausted maybe he would have fought to escape, but he was too tired. He fainted again.

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    He was running like a desperate in the night, following a dark silhouette. He didn't know why he was running or who the silhouette was. He was running but he didn't know why. The only think he knew was that he had to save someone…but whom? He didn't think about it, he really had to save that someone. He ran following the dark silhouette, they ran together with the moon above them, as if it was watching them.
    When they stopped, the teen could see Byakuya, Renji, Ishida and Rukia. The dark silhouette was Ichigo. They started to fight and the teen stood there, but no one observed him, as if he weren't there. Ichigo was strong, but not enough to fight against Byakuya. In the end, the taichou broke Ichigo's huge zanpakutou and cut him. The teen wanted to move, to slaughter the cold hearted captain, but he couldn't. He just couldn't move. But what killed him more was Ichigo's expression when Rukia left. He was lying there, covered in blood, with his zanpakutou broken and his face was sad. He was  sad that he couldn't save Rukia, that he couldn't protect her. His chocolate eyes were so sad that made the petrified teen cry again. He wanted to go near him, to pat his head, then hug him and tell him that everything was going to be okay, that they'll find a way together to bring Rukia back. He wanted to remove the orangette's pain and the sadness that covered his beautiful and powerful chocolate eyes. But he couldn't move and that hurt more than anything, it hurt that all he could do was to stay there and watch Ichigo suffering, dying. Sorrowful tears blurred his eyesight and he fainted again…

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    He woke up in the dark room again. His head was hurting and tears were still falling down. When was that torture going to end? But what terrified him more than his memories was that the chain was getting shorter and shorter and that made him stand up. When was it going to end? Was he that bad to deserve that kind of punishment? What did he do to deserve it? He couldn't find a reason although he knew he was the bad guy. He was the one that wanted to slaughter, to destroy the whole world. But that wasn't really the case. All he wanted actually was to be accepted by a certain person and the problem was that the orangette wasn't going to accept him.
      "Don't dare to show yourself before me ever again" Ichigo's words started to echo in his ears again and again louder and louder. He tried to plug his ears, but Ichigo's voice was shouting in his head. There was no way to stop it.
      "Don't…." he thought since his throat was too dried to speak anymore. "Don't hate me, please. Please, Ichigo. Please…" he continued in his mind trying to cover Ichigo's words without an effect, though. "Please…" he repeated again and again in his mind while tears hot like fire were cutting his too wet cheeks. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry, Ichigo! I'm sorry I am evil…" he thought. "Save me from this nightmare. Save me…" he thought while sobbing. His voice seemed to come out from nowhere but his throat was hurting. Even so he couldn't stop his tears. It hurt too much.
      "Ichigoo…" he shouted as load as he could with a desperate voice, but no one answered. "Ichigoo…" he forced himself to shout once more but only the echo of his voice answered him. "Save me…" he said broken with his  eyes and cheeks wet. But no one came. No one was there to help him, to stop his suffering. He was completely alone in a dark room, with his wrists and ankles shackled and he could hear the chain crumbling and getting shorter and shorter. "Ichigo…" he said for the last time but no one came and nothing changed.
    He couldn't shout anymore his throat was too dried. It even hurt when he breathed. He was wretched, lonely and exhausted. He remembered Ichigo's expression when they met. Every time they met the orangette was disgusted and scared. Hichigo knew that the teen was afraid of him, he should be. He was a killer after all. He wasn't cured of course. Not completely. He still wanted to destroy the world, to fight until he died, but he didn't want to kill Ichigo. Not anymore. Ichigo was special. He didn't understand why he loved him, how could he even love. He thought he knew but he didn't. It didn't matter, though. It really didn't matter. His problem was that the shinigami hated him.
    Hichigo's heart started to ache and he wanted to touch his chest hoping that his heart would stop from aching but the chains were too short. He looked at the ceiling but he didn't see anything. He waited for the pain to stop and he lost the sense of time. His reiatsu was growing more and more trying to release him from the pain. Everything was shaking and after a while three of the walls gave up and fell, the one where he was chained didn't fell. A small moon was showing before him, but it was getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared. He wasn't sunk in complete darkness though, a faint light was around him. It was his reiatsu that lighted his world. Ichigo's light was gone. Were? He didn't know if the moon truly disappeared or if it got smaller and hid itself behind a cloud. The last version was the most convenient.
    He didn't have time to think about it though…an iron stake stabbed his heart and he could fell the chain. His heart was chained too.
    Almost sunk in darkness, chained, wretched…    His time was running…faster than he thought. And he couldn't do anything to stop it…