| Hope (world's end cycle) (Bleach/ Rin, Hana, Rikichi) |
[Sep. 24th, 2008|12:20 pm] |
Title: Hope (world's end cycle 2)
Author/Artist/Iconist: myojo-s-me
Fandom: Bleach
Claim: Yamada Hanatarou, Tsubokura Rin, Rikichi
Prompt Set: Yellow
Prompt: #7 sunrise
Type: Fanfic
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Well, HM exists, huh?
Disclaimer: All @ Kubo Tite
Summary: Rikichi hates dreaming. He hates waking up as well.
First chapter
2nd chapter
He hated sleeping. He didn’t like being awake, either, but sleep brought dreams, and he feared them; feared them, because they had grown stronger and even stronger, since his return to the relative safety of Soul Society. He still couldn’t tell if they were true or not, although he was sure they couldn’t be; but he was still hunted be the endless white corridors which didn’t know escape nor mercy; hunted be the harsh chuckle or arrogant laugh of it’s white dressed inhabitants.
He couldn’t, couldn’t forget; couldn’t, couldn’t escape.
No way out.
He hated sleeping. He hated nights. He hated the horror of his dreams. But even more, he hated the horror that came after it.
He would always wake up coiled up, hands clenched to his knees, head bent down and buried at his knees.
He would always wake up and try to make no sound, try to lie still and soundless until the cold sweat had dried, until he could be sure that there was nobody around.
Loneliness meant safety.
If there was nobody who needed to be protected, if there was nobody who meant to protect him, there would be nothing they had at their hands to make him do things he didn’t want to. They could still do things to him, but they couldn’t force him into action.
Loneliness meant solitude.
But he could still think back. Could still think back of these days with his friends back in Seireitei, in Rukongai. Hana. As much as he felt relief, that his friends weren’t down there with him, he missed the insecure black haired medic and the light haired scientist, his red haired idol and the ever so sad brown haired girl he loved. And, after some time, he found that the only way to stay sane was to indulge in those memories as often as he could while never, never mentioning their names. To prevent himself from letting his tongue slip, he stopped talking at all. In the beginning, they would treat him even worse, because, as Loli it put, "the screaming was half the fun". But in the end, they would give up and make it their favorite game to try to get any sound out of him. Thus, the mistreatment would never stop until some of the Espada called for their Fraccion, or they got bored of him.
Their leave meant solitude.
He liked solitude.
Yet there he was, lying on a rather hard futon someone had stuffed with pillows to make it softer, and knew that he wasn’t alone. He didn’t dare to open his eyes to the dim light of the dawning day, and heard the breathing of someone right next to him. Heard the soft beating of another heart . He could practically feel the other’s presence.
He started to shake slightly. Not too much; he had learned to control himself, to attract as little attention as possible. But he could hold his heart from clenching with fear, his body from stiffen from the anticipation of mistreatment.
He cringed even more when he realized that it was not just one, but two people; that there lay one of them to each side of him; that they would totally notice him the moment he moved.
He feared being noticed. He feared any attention, more than anything else. Attention meant hurt.
"Rikichi?"
He flinched when he heard the low voice. Now they would... But something was strange. Something...
No. Even two things.
First, why did the voice call him by his name? They called him "brat", or "shinigami", or "you there", or "puppy", or ...worse.
Never Rikichi.
Second... Where did the rays of the first sunlight come from? There was no sunrise in Las Noches, just because there was no sun that could probably rise. There was no new day that could have been a new beginning.
But there it was, falling softly onto his tightly shut lids.
His eyes jerked open.
He needed some moments to adjust to the bright light that had flooded the room when someone had opened the door towards the garden. Slowly he identified the black scheme next to him as Hana, and then the person kneeling at the door as Rin.
Morning had broken, a new day had begun. The sun had risen.
And, having his friends here, by his side, he knew that it was possible.
There could be a new beginning.
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