BLEACH [12 tortures] the world has turned upside down
Title: Changes. Major changes.
Torture: Silent treatment- July 9th
Author: Machinatio
Word count: 489
Warnings: The word "boobs" appears once, but in a really harmless context as this is for all to read.
He opened the door, and tensed his body in preparation against some outrageous physical attack...
His readiness was for naught. The typical welcome-home punch or kick did not happen, and all that came in contact with his skin was the musty air.
Isshin was sitting quietly at the dinner table and reading his paper. Yuzu and Karin were squabbling over which actor was cuter in a teenage magazine. No one paid attention as he stamped loudly on the carpet laden wooden floor when he walked across the hall.
Bewildered, he headed straight up to his room, and thought about his day.
Keigo had not squealed with joy at the sight of boobs.
Chad and Ishida had suddenly become sociable all of a sudden.
Mizuiro had been hitting on Tatsuki, who actually played along and flirted with him.
Orihime’s meal actually tasted good and looked normal for once.
Having to tolerate the complete opposite characters of his class was bad enough.
But to add to his misery at not being able to comprehend their sudden attitude changes, nobody seemed to notice him at all.
Orihime had not greeted him with her normal cheery smile, and Tatsuki was not smiling in the background.
Chad and Ishida had not given their silent acknowledgements of his presence.
Keigo did not come up with some absurd excuse to talk to Ichigo, with Mizuiro trailing behind, and with Rukia to..
Wait, where HAD Rukia been the whole day? It was as if he had completely disappeared from his life! Panic clutched his heart as he fought to turn the door knob steadily. She couldn’t have…
Speaking of the devil, Rukia was there in the room, with her back facing him. He slammed the door so hard that cracks appeared on the wall, but even then she did not turn around, as if he was invisible and not there at all.
He lost no time in stalking over to Rukia and demand to know what on the bed had captivated her so much that even she had to give him the silent treatment…
He saw....
His eyes bulged, his expression turned ashen, his mind exploded and he let out a blood curdling scream.
…
Now his eyes were filled with tears, his face blue and his mind crystal clear. Rukia had dumped a whole bucket of water onto his face, into his mouth and down his throat. Without waiting for him to recover from his choking fits, she physically and mentally abused him for making such a ruckus in the middle of the night. She wouldn’t have stopped if Isshin had not jumped into the situation and restrained her with Karin’s help.
At any other time Ichigo would have killed her for nearly murdering him in his sleep, but just this once, he was just too thankful that reality was still in one piece and that it had all been just been a very horrible nightmare.
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I think i squeezed my already-uncreative-mind dry of all my creative juices. So much that I even had to resort with nightmare for this torture. Sigh. I hope the next fic will be better, when I don't suffer from some digestive sickness and when the plot bunnies come to me. Maybe angst would have been a better option...I am such an indecisive person when it comes to freedom of choice.. I personally can't wait for the next torture, and hope I don't go overboard with it. xD
I hope it was an enjoyable read anyway. =)
As usual, critics and comments are appreciated! <3
Comment on my other 12 torture fics?
Torture: Silent treatment- July 9th
Author: Machinatio
Word count: 489
Warnings: The word "boobs" appears once, but in a really harmless context as this is for all to read.
He opened the door, and tensed his body in preparation against some outrageous physical attack...
His readiness was for naught. The typical welcome-home punch or kick did not happen, and all that came in contact with his skin was the musty air.
Isshin was sitting quietly at the dinner table and reading his paper. Yuzu and Karin were squabbling over which actor was cuter in a teenage magazine. No one paid attention as he stamped loudly on the carpet laden wooden floor when he walked across the hall.
Bewildered, he headed straight up to his room, and thought about his day.
Keigo had not squealed with joy at the sight of boobs.
Chad and Ishida had suddenly become sociable all of a sudden.
Mizuiro had been hitting on Tatsuki, who actually played along and flirted with him.
Orihime’s meal actually tasted good and looked normal for once.
Having to tolerate the complete opposite characters of his class was bad enough.
But to add to his misery at not being able to comprehend their sudden attitude changes, nobody seemed to notice him at all.
Orihime had not greeted him with her normal cheery smile, and Tatsuki was not smiling in the background.
Chad and Ishida had not given their silent acknowledgements of his presence.
Keigo did not come up with some absurd excuse to talk to Ichigo, with Mizuiro trailing behind, and with Rukia to..
Wait, where HAD Rukia been the whole day? It was as if he had completely disappeared from his life! Panic clutched his heart as he fought to turn the door knob steadily. She couldn’t have…
Speaking of the devil, Rukia was there in the room, with her back facing him. He slammed the door so hard that cracks appeared on the wall, but even then she did not turn around, as if he was invisible and not there at all.
He lost no time in stalking over to Rukia and demand to know what on the bed had captivated her so much that even she had to give him the silent treatment…
He saw....
His eyes bulged, his expression turned ashen, his mind exploded and he let out a blood curdling scream.
…
Now his eyes were filled with tears, his face blue and his mind crystal clear. Rukia had dumped a whole bucket of water onto his face, into his mouth and down his throat. Without waiting for him to recover from his choking fits, she physically and mentally abused him for making such a ruckus in the middle of the night. She wouldn’t have stopped if Isshin had not jumped into the situation and restrained her with Karin’s help.
At any other time Ichigo would have killed her for nearly murdering him in his sleep, but just this once, he was just too thankful that reality was still in one piece and that it had all been just been a very horrible nightmare.
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I think i squeezed my already-uncreative-mind dry of all my creative juices. So much that I even had to resort with nightmare for this torture. Sigh. I hope the next fic will be better, when I don't suffer from some digestive sickness and when the plot bunnies come to me. Maybe angst would have been a better option...I am such an indecisive person when it comes to freedom of choice.. I personally can't wait for the next torture, and hope I don't go overboard with it. xD
I hope it was an enjoyable read anyway. =)
As usual, critics and comments are appreciated! <3
Comment on my other 12 torture fics?