黒崎 一護 // Kurosaki Ichigo (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
suppressthedark) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
asgardmeridiem2012-09-19 06:05 pm
suppressthedark) wrote in asgardmeridiem2012-09-19 06:05 pm
And we smile, but never say too much; The moment always vanishing// [OPEN]
Who: Ichigo (suppressthedark)and YOU!
What: After his Hollow's little rampage, Ichigo finally wakes up and has to face what he's done.
When: Day 146.
Where: The hospital in Sigyn.
Rating: Uhhhh pg13?
[When he finally joined the rest of the living world, three days had slipped by. Three whole days and nights, laying silent and prone in the hospital room given to him, his body attempting to heal from the extremely traumatic ordeal it had been put through. The hollow hadn't given a damn about sleeping or eating, and the last fight that had made him stop...
...It had almost killed him, and he fears his life was bought with someone else's.
But for now, there's no one else in the room, at least no one he can see. Trying to turn his head only makes his still healing muscles complain, and when he lifts a hand (after accidentally trying to use the one with the ripped shoulder) to his neck, he can feel the new scar that's spread across his throat. No stitches, but then it hadn't needed it-it had been healed shut, anyway, but there was still tissue that needed to be regrown.
To that matter, he honestly would look like he'd been hit by a truck to anyone that actually saw him right now. That new scar at his neck, the blotchy purple bruising around his now mostly healed nose-and all over his back as well-the obvious stitches on his shoulder wound and the one near his neck, the wound running down all the way down and stopping just in front of his hips, and the myriad small wounds, cuts, and stabs he'd suffered. Add pale skin and large, heavy bags under his eyes to all of that, and you could say for certain that he feels as bad as he looks. Even worse, actually, since he was still weary to the bone and feeling no small amount of pain. But he doesn't feel like asking for anything to stop the pain, or even care that his body is going to be scarred up to all hell.
I deserve it, he thinks to himself.
Looking around the room, he can see some evidence of someone-or multiple someones-having been in his room at some point in time, although he'd be hard pressed to guess when. It's difficult even moving his eyes around in his head, and he'd really like nothing more than to go back to sleep and escape all of this, especially the guilt that's practically choking him, but it doesn't seem like he'll be able to go back to sleep so easily for a while. So-what else can he do?-he decides to just wait, closing his eyes with a sigh before opening them again miserably.
Patience never was his strong point.]
suppressthedark)and YOU!What: After his Hollow's little rampage, Ichigo finally wakes up and has to face what he's done.
When: Day 146.
Where: The hospital in Sigyn.
Rating: Uhhhh pg13?
[When he finally joined the rest of the living world, three days had slipped by. Three whole days and nights, laying silent and prone in the hospital room given to him, his body attempting to heal from the extremely traumatic ordeal it had been put through. The hollow hadn't given a damn about sleeping or eating, and the last fight that had made him stop...
...It had almost killed him, and he fears his life was bought with someone else's.
But for now, there's no one else in the room, at least no one he can see. Trying to turn his head only makes his still healing muscles complain, and when he lifts a hand (after accidentally trying to use the one with the ripped shoulder) to his neck, he can feel the new scar that's spread across his throat. No stitches, but then it hadn't needed it-it had been healed shut, anyway, but there was still tissue that needed to be regrown.
To that matter, he honestly would look like he'd been hit by a truck to anyone that actually saw him right now. That new scar at his neck, the blotchy purple bruising around his now mostly healed nose-and all over his back as well-the obvious stitches on his shoulder wound and the one near his neck, the wound running down all the way down and stopping just in front of his hips, and the myriad small wounds, cuts, and stabs he'd suffered. Add pale skin and large, heavy bags under his eyes to all of that, and you could say for certain that he feels as bad as he looks. Even worse, actually, since he was still weary to the bone and feeling no small amount of pain. But he doesn't feel like asking for anything to stop the pain, or even care that his body is going to be scarred up to all hell.
I deserve it, he thinks to himself.
Looking around the room, he can see some evidence of someone-or multiple someones-having been in his room at some point in time, although he'd be hard pressed to guess when. It's difficult even moving his eyes around in his head, and he'd really like nothing more than to go back to sleep and escape all of this, especially the guilt that's practically choking him, but it doesn't seem like he'll be able to go back to sleep so easily for a while. So-what else can he do?-he decides to just wait, closing his eyes with a sigh before opening them again miserably.
Patience never was his strong point.]
no subject
'I wasn't around for you to see.'
'I'm not staying.'
Perfectly good answers to a perfectly wrong situation. He nods, taking entirely too long with an otherwise peace-loving mobile table, before setting it up on Ichigo's lap and abandoning the trey there. ]
Rice gruel.
[ Because the very unfortunate white mass in that one bowl apparently had to be introduced as if it were his firstborn.
...a pathetic, family-shaming, tasteless firstborn.
Nervous laughter - ]
...it's fine if you don't eat most of it.
[ Somehow, he can't help staring from the little bowl, its spoon, and Ichigo's bounty in bandages. Surely... the patient'll manage... somehow... ]
Actually... actually, they know you probably can't stomach it yet. But most people find soup too depressing.
no subject
[He gives a grin that doesn't even attempt to be sincere, as he's far too injured in both body and mind to put up his normal facade properly.]
I'll eat a little, anyway. Or try to. My dad's a doctor, so I know a little about this kind of thing.
[That, and he's been injured more times than he can count-but never like this. He grabs a spoon in his left hand, and with a shaky hand manages to get a bite into his mouth, although the metal clangs against his teeth. Mostly tasteless, and his stomach cramps painfully as it realizes food is heading it's way, but hell, it's something.]
...'M not used to using this hand.
no subject
Very likely to have him mutter, in an end. ]
...the bowl. Pick up the bowl instead.
[ But personal experience isn't the most transferable commodity, and soon enough he finds himself on the left side of the bed, open hand hovering near Ichigo's with an almost paranoid precaution to avoid brushing fingers when beckoning for the spoon. ]
It's usually a mother who does this sort of thing.
Hahah I love how awkward this thread is
Then he understands and nods, handing over the spoon easily and grabbing the bowl, not at all as worried about inadvertently touching the other. For now, he figures Shinji is just a traveler who's decided to volunteer, and sometimes that included feeding people who couldn't feed themselves. God knows it was one of the few things his sister and father let him do at the clinic, sometimes, and something even he couldn't screw up too badly.]
...Thanks.
[He means it, too. It's a help, and no one else is around.]
sooooobbbbbbbb they're like water and oil, with a lot of shifty-eyeing.
...so many small steps to overthink. So little time. Thank everything he seems to be actually decent enough at it to avoid spills. ]
Don't thank me. I'm feeding you - gruel. Thank the persons who'll be making you a nice curry, or... teriyaki... tofu stews...
[ ...and now his stomach growls. ]
The persons waiting for you will ready a better lunch.
no subject
You haven't had lunch yourself, huh? Too busy helping people that can't feed themselves?
[It's meant as a joke, although there is a glimmer of respect behind it.]
no subject
[ And people do always remember their firsts.
Though, in all fairness, everything today ranked as a 'first' of some kind. ]
You're my last, too. I don't work here. [ And now to look away almost cautiously. ] You should learn how to do it on your own. I don't know who'll have you after.
no subject
[SEE, ICHIGO. THIS IS HOW EVERYONE ELSE SEES YOU. YOU DON'T LIKE YOUR OWN MEDICINE, DO YOU. But he gives that one shouldered shrug.]
I'll try my best.
no subject
...sorry.
[ Here, have the flying spoon deliver more questionable goodiness in compensation. ]
It's fine. Your chart doesn't say anything about crippling damage.
[ So you're only meant for horrifying pain in the meanwhile, Ichigo! ]
no subject
[Nom nom nom...he lowers the bowl after that, shaking his head.]
I can't eat anymore.
[Mostly because he knows it's bad to eat too much on an empty stomach.
When Shinji mentions his chart, he manages a wry smile, one corner of his mouth curving up.]
That'd be because any of that kind of damage already got healed up.
[He taps the scar on his throat once, still smiling. Ichigo, he said crippling, not fatal.]
no subject
He somehow finds the sense not to stare at the throat scar for more than a few minutes. ]
It's bothersome when people ask about it, isn't it? Whether it hurts.
[ Have a ~ reassuring ~ smile. ]
You're in luck. The cold season's starting. You can hide it with a turtleneck.
no subject
[For a moment, he hadn't realized what Shinji was talking about. Funny, he's almost forgetting it's there.]
I dunno...Turtlenecks aren't really my thing.
Anyway, it's not really that annoying. Most people are going to ask how I survived it.
[After all, he almost didn't.]
no subject
...that's the annoying part.
[ But enough personal experience. Now is the far better time for a good deal of friendly staring. ]
Do you need anything? I suppose I should - more medicine, or...? Sorry. I should know what to ask you.
no subject
[Except he's in a lot of pain but nope gotta punish himself!!!]
..Hey, I never did get your name.
no subject
Do you know the names of all your carers?
[ No bite to it, strangely. He doesn't know the names of all of his. ]
lol that wasn't supposed to be small last tag
[taps the metal on his bracelet, once.]
Just thought it'd be nice to know. Unless you don't want to give me your name.
I. Although my heart is tender and frail, I shall find it in me to. To forgive you.
...it's fine. Ikari. Shinji. How do you d - not well. You don't do well.
no subject
Nice to meet you, Ikari.
[Still trying to be polite, but wow this guy is awkward.]
no subject
[ A wide-eyed, stricken look, and this time the gawking calls on enough of his resources that he even casts the trey aside completely. ]
You're not... terminally ill, are you? It didn't say that you - it was your chart, wasn't it? Kurosaki Ichigo?
no subject
[I mean seriously, he's not ukitake.]
I mean, I don't start them or anything, but I end them.
no subject
Oh, snap. ]
...you don't start them. Any of them.
no subject
[HONEST!]
But I can't tell when a gang's going to come to my school demanding my blood when I stop one of their thugs from mugging someone.
[Which....actually happened. Seriously.]
no subject
Like... a fairy tale hero. You're a fairy tale hero.
no subject
Nah, not me. I just try to help whoever I can.
no subject
That's exactly what a fairytale hero would say, isn't it? Selfless... kind... that's how they are.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)