...ened his them again so that he could see the result of his carnage.
Dull, sapphire eyes stared unseeingly back at him. What? No. No. No. NOOOOO! This wasn't right. This was a fucking nightmare. Ichigo heard something unnatural screaming Rukia's name over and over...and then he realized- it was his own voice.~~
Ichigo shot straight up in the bed, sweat dripping off him, a scream stuck in his throat. His panicked gaze went to the other side of the bed where Rukia slept blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil. It took him a few minutes to realize that what happened was a nightmare and that Rukia was not dead. She cracked an eye open and groggily asked if he was alright. When he reassured her that he was fine, Rukia rolled over and promptly fell back to sleep.
Ichigo felt a wry grin creep onto his face, "Damn comatose midget." He shook his head at her and headed outside to lean against the railing of the balcony. The cool night air soothed his feverish skin as he still fought to banish the images he had of Rukia's lifeless body. Another nightmare. Another fucking nightmare.
Everything had been going so well in the two weeks since Karin and Yuzu arrived. Rukia was making one helluva effort to be friends with them and, while they still didn't trust her, they weren't overtly hostile...well, Yuzu wasn't. Rukia's actually been acting really weird about them...almost motherly-in a severely fucked up kinda way. The other d...