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I Am The King	By : HollowedRose Category: Bleach > General Views: 9190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4 - Eternal Sleep
When Ichigo woke up, he was met with the eerie sight of Uryū sitting near the window. He was confused at first, the dark room not allowing him to see clearly, but a lightening soon revealed the person sitting there as being none other than Ishida Uryū.

As his foggy mind started to clear, everything that happened to him came back at once. It was painful to remember, but he couldn't stop the images from slamming into his mind, nor the pain he felt at remembering. His eyes fell upon Uryū once again and they stayed there, because Ichigo was sure that the Quincy knew. It was slightly unnerving to see him like that, like a statue was sitting on the chair instead of a real flesh and blood human being.

"Calm down or you'll have a panic attack," Uryū said, startling Ichigo.

Besides the Shinigami’s heavy breathing and the sounds of the rain hitting the window, the room was quiet.

Unfortunately, Ichigo couldn't calm down, because he felt ashamed, but above everything else, he was terrified of what Uryū might think of him. Would Uryū think he was weak, laugh at him, mock him? No, Uryū wasn't that type of person. He might think of him as being weak, but he'd never laugh at him. Uryū was better than that, and him being in so much pain meant that Uryū hadn’t called anyone, and for that Ichigo was grateful, because he never wanted anyone else to know.

Overwhelmed by nausea, Ichigo knew that he had to get to the bathroom fast, but he didn't make it far because the pain shooting through his backside made him lose his balance. His hands were the first to make contact with the floor, and Ichigo screamed. His chest was next, and then another type of pain shot through him. It felt like he was being stabbed repeatedly. He curled in on himself, trying to alleviate the pain and hide his face from Uryū, who immediately got down on his knees next to him and began to gently stroke his back. The worst part was that he was still feeling sick, and it took everything in his power to not throw up right then and there.

It was hard for Uryū to see the Shinigami so broken, especially when he really wanted to help, but he didn't know what to do. He felt that it was his fault Ichigo further injured himself; he should've paid more attention. What worried him the most though was that Ichigo didn't demand not to be touched; he’d been certain that the Shinigami wouldn't allow anyone to touch him after what happened. "You should go back to bed, Kurosaki. It's not a good idea to lie on the floor, it's very cold. Come on, let me help you," Uryū spoke softly, but Ichigo could hear his voice cracking.

Ichigo was afraid that if he said a single word, he'd end up losing the little control he had over his emotions. The hand on his back made him feel even sicker, but at the same time it made him feel better too; it was unnerving. Ichigo didn't even dare look Uryū in the eyes, afraid that he'd read disgust in them. Even he was disgusted with himself. Trying to avoid looking at the Quincy’s face, he noticed that Uryū's right hand was bleeding and that it also had shards of what looked like glass embedded into the skin. Ichigo couldn’t help but be surprised, because Uryū was not one to leave an injury untreated.

"Will you let me help you?" Uryū tried again.

"Your hand is injured," Ichigo murmured in an attempt to divert the Quincy’s attention.

"What are you talking about?" Uryū asked and gazed towards the spot where Ichigo was looking. He simply stared at the injury for a while, and when he finally recalled how it happened, he found it hard to believe that he hadn't noticed earlier. He didn’t remember feeling any pain, but back then, he’d been too angry to notice because his mind was filled by murderous thoughts.

"I haven’t notice. Let's get you back to bed, and then I'll take care of it, okay?" Uryū suggested in an indifferent tone, making it sound as though he didn't even care about such injury.

Unfortunately, Ichigo felt that any kind of movement would make things worse. "If you move me, I'm going to throw up."

Oh..." was the only thing Uryū said. They stayed like that for a while, and even though Uryū itched to ask all sort of questions, he never did in the end. He knew that pressing the Shinigami for answers would only make things worse. The best thing he could do was to be there for his friend and wait until the other felt ready to talk. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Ichigo felt the sadness in his friend’s voice and it made him feel bad, but he was relieved to see that Uryū wasn’t asking any questions which would surely make him feel worse. "Yes," he replied after a while.

"What is it?"

"Rewind time," Ichigo answered. As soon as he said it, he noticed how the Quincy stopped breathing and how the gentle hand on his back began to shake uncontrollably. He knew that such a thing wasn't possible, but it was what he wanted the most, and he couldn't help voicing his wish even if he knew it’d be impossible. It was never his intention to hurt someone, but two simple words had managed to do just that.

Uryū knew that he had to be strong, but it was proving to be very difficult. His hand wouldn't stop shaking, so he pulled it away and got up. "I... I'm going to... treat my injury. Then I'll help you get back into bed. It's better this way. There is no point in dirtying you with my blood," Uryū said before he closed the bathroom door behind him.

In Ichigo's opinion it was the other way around, and he was really feeling miserable for hurting Ishida like that. He wanted to get into bed by himself, but no matter how hard he tried to move, he couldn’t get up. Everything hurt, especially his behind, and it only served as a constant reminder of the humiliation the Espada had put him through. He wanted to torture his rapist for all eternity, to make him beg for death and then deny him the request every single time, just like he’d cried and begged him to stop yet didn’t receiving an ounce of pity from him. Everything he suffered he wanted the Espada to suffer. No, he wanted the Espada to suffer a fate a thousand times worse. He never thought he could feel so much hate before, but he did. His hate had no limits, and it would only grow in intensity for as long as he lived.

"You will go back to bed right now, I don't want to hear any objections," Uryū ordered as soon as he opened the bathroom door.

Ichigo had no intention to object, so he allowed Uryū to help him get back into bed. He really liked the bed, it was much better for his wounds, especially his behind.

"I have to leave for a while... can I trust you not to do anything crazy?" Uryū inquired.

Ichigo wasn't sure what he meant by that, so he fell silent for a few moments, but then he figured it out: Ishida was asking if he could trust him not to hurt himself. It was true that a part of him still wanted the eternal dreamless sleep called death, but he had no intention of hurting himself, especially when what he wanted the most was to hurt Grimmjow.

"I won't kill myself if that's what you're asking," Ichigo finally answered.

Uryū wanted to look into Ichigo's eyes and see if what he was saying was the truth, but the Shinigami was avoiding his gaze. In the end, he had no choice but to trust Ichigo. He rushed out the door and down the stairs, not having enough patience to wait for the elevator. While he’d been in the bathroom earlier, he remembered something: Ichigo's Zanpakutō. He couldn't believe how he could’ve forgotten about it. While he was treating Ichigo's wounds in the park, that thing totally slipped his mind. He was certain that Ichigo would freak out if he found out that his Zanpakutō was still out there, so he ran out of the hotel, only stopping to ask the woman there to not to allow anyone into his room.

He nearly sprinted to the car. It didn't take him long to drive to the park, and he was relieved to find the Zanpakutō where Ichigo had left it. He tried to pick it up with one hand, but it was too heavy. He never expected it to be so heavy because Ichigo seemed to easily swing it around with one hand like it was nothing. Then again, it only showed how strong the Shinigami was. If someone as strong as Ichigo, someone who had managed to turn Soul Society upside down, had been overpowered by a Hollow, then how strong was the enemy? He was afraid to even think about it. With some effort, he dragged the sword to the car and placed it on the back seat. Outside was still raining and he was soaked, the rain mixing with Ichigo's blood which had previously dried on his clothes.

He got into the car and looked around for a store to buy some clothes. It didn't take him long to find one, and after picking out a few things, he went straight to the hotel since he was still worried about Ichigo. Taking the Zanpakutō up to the room was not an easy task, but he eventually succeeded. When he got back, he was surprised to find Ichigo sleeping.

He closed the door and took the clothes he needed before rushing to the bathroom. He badly needed a shower, and it was a good opportunity to relax a bit. He got into the bathtub and closed his eyes, the warm water helping his tense muscles relax.
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