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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.]
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[That's the simple version. He won't go into further details because he doesn't know what happened.]
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[Well, at least he didn't hurt her beyond a headache and her pride, anyway. All things considered, it could have been worse. Much worse.
But it still feels wrong, still feels like...Even though Ezio didn't die and no one got seriously hurt, he still feels like he could have done...something. Maybe fought harder, stopped the hollow from taking the fight to that horrific, violent conclusion.
He looks down again, not saying anything. But really, he doesn't need to.
His guilt is still there, just not as intense as it was.]
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Ichigo. Do not blame yourself.
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[WHAT DID YOU SAY, EZIO? BLAME HIMSELF? WELL OKAY!]
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Amico, I saw you break through him twice, before you finally came through. Once, in an effort to warn me of an attack, and the other when I had sent your hollow spiraling into madness with poison.
[A pause as he lets that sink in.]
You did fight hard enough, and it was what told me that you were still in there when I was against him.
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He knows it's true, he really does. And yet, his heart seems to rebel against it, so quick to blame himself and what he didn't do.
Finally he sighs, looking up at Ezio.]
I know. I know, but...
[He can never let go easily.]
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[There is an impatient look, one that understands Ichigo's issues with letting go, but there is only so much Ezio can do. He crosses his arms and his mouth goes into a thin line, not exactly amused.]
But what, amico.
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...I just wish I didn't have him inside me.
[That is the core of ichigo's problem-Because he has a monster inside of him, a monster born of his own desires and impulses. A hollow that is utterly him, no matter how much he feels that he's not.
A side of his power, like Zangetsu. And although he knows that, it's still hard to accept the hollow. It's easier to feel guilt for what that dark mirror of himself has done than accept it and let go.
As mature as he is sometimes, in many ways he is still just a teenager, scared of himself and what he can do.]
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...va bene, you are going to let him win, is that it?
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[He shouts so loudly, he ends up having to wince, lifting a hand to his throat. That wasn't smart, but it at least showed how he felt.]
...No.
[Quieter this time, but if Ezio looks at him, he'll see that old determined look in his eyes, his mouth set.]
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He doesn't even hesitate, stepping right next to Ichigo and getting right in his face. If he knows the other well enough by now, this is going to be something he'll take head on.]
Then prove it.
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I will.
It's odd, how he can be so easily restored to himself by those who care about him. It's a measure of the absolute faith he puts in them, of the trust and loyalty he gives freely to those who he deems deserve it.
It's also a terrible weakness-Ganjou and Tsukishima proved that-but it's one he's willing to take.]
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Bene. That is the fighter I know.
[A pause, and he chuckles, shaking his head and stepping back.]
And amico, the next time we spar, we should both agree we will not try to kill each other, sì?
[Remember long ago, how he said he'd consider sparring with you someday, Ichigo? CONSIDER THIS HIS WAY OF SAYING YES.]
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And then a bright smile works its way across his face.
Ezio, by saying that you've just made him a very, very happy berry.]
Ah...Yeah. Agreed.
[Mentally, he's just going I GET TO SPAR WITH EZIO! :DDDDD]