Log 002
Who: Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia
When: Saturday Afternoon
Where: Ichigo's room
What: Rukia snapping Ichigo out of his depression
Warnings: Maybe some language, will edit otherwise
Ichigo was laying on his stomach in his room with the lights out. He'd placed Zangetsu in the corner and leaned him against the wall before he'd fell straight into his bed the night before. He hadn't moved really since then...he just couldn't find the motivation to. His conversation with Rukia rang through his mind over and over.
Images of what happened in Hueco Mundo then haunted him, he could almost hear Inoue's frantic cries for him to help as if she were in the room with him.
Ichigo turned on his side, his brows knitting. He'd failed all of them...broken his promise to get stronger and protect his friends. He'd won the fight, yeah, but not by his own hand. No, it was all thanks to borrowed power, once again.
And what if borrowing that power from his vulgar inner hollow had made it possible for him to try to take him over again? His Hollow had said he would take his spot as King...that he would be back to kick him off of his throne. What if this was just what Hollow Ichigo needed?
The orange haired teen rolled back onto his back and sighed heavily, his dulled brown eyes on the ceiling. What if they never got out of here? He'd never see his family again, his friends. That thought hurt, but was relieving at the same time to Ichigo. At least then his Hollow couldn't hurt them at all...
When: Saturday Afternoon
Where: Ichigo's room
What: Rukia snapping Ichigo out of his depression
Warnings: Maybe some language, will edit otherwise
Ichigo was laying on his stomach in his room with the lights out. He'd placed Zangetsu in the corner and leaned him against the wall before he'd fell straight into his bed the night before. He hadn't moved really since then...he just couldn't find the motivation to. His conversation with Rukia rang through his mind over and over.
Images of what happened in Hueco Mundo then haunted him, he could almost hear Inoue's frantic cries for him to help as if she were in the room with him.
Ichigo turned on his side, his brows knitting. He'd failed all of them...broken his promise to get stronger and protect his friends. He'd won the fight, yeah, but not by his own hand. No, it was all thanks to borrowed power, once again.
And what if borrowing that power from his vulgar inner hollow had made it possible for him to try to take him over again? His Hollow had said he would take his spot as King...that he would be back to kick him off of his throne. What if this was just what Hollow Ichigo needed?
The orange haired teen rolled back onto his back and sighed heavily, his dulled brown eyes on the ceiling. What if they never got out of here? He'd never see his family again, his friends. That thought hurt, but was relieving at the same time to Ichigo. At least then his Hollow couldn't hurt them at all...