Chapter 8

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I'm at the riverbank where that lady died. I decided to look for her. Every once in a while I would take a short break, but it wouldn't be for long. Soon enough I would be up and about. I did this for several days.

The scene then shifted so that I was in a room. My room, I assumed, and pitch black outside. I was sitting up on a bed. Wanting to get out I got down from the bed and headed towards the door. I opened the door to the hallway. I scanned around to see if anyone was there. There was no one around so I headed downstairs. As I reached the bottom of the steps I noticed a kitchen to my right. As I stepped in I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Ichigo?" I turned around to see the man from my other dream.

"Dad?" I noticed he had such a sad look in his eyes.

"Where are you going at this hour?" he asked.

"I'm going to look for mom," I answered.

He sighed, "She won't be there."

"How do you know? She might be there," my voice started to crack, "maybe I just need to look harder for her."

He bent down and hugged me, "I know you miss her, I miss her too. But she's gone and we all have to deal with that."

Tears that I was holding back streamed down my face. I was wailing as I felt my dad squeezed me tighter.

"It's okay," he comforted, "I'm right here."

After I calmed down he backed away to look at me, "let's go back to bed, alright?"

I nodded as I wiped my nose. As I was about to follow him, the scene shifted. Suddenly I was in my inner world.

"You're slowly starting to remember," a familiar voice said.

I turned around to see the other me from before. After a moment of silence I asked, "What is your name?"

He looked at me in confusion, "I don't have one."

"Did you forget it?" I was a bit confused.

"No," he replied, "I never had a name to begin with."

"Well that won't work," I thought about it for a bit. Then I came up with a name, "I got it!" I declared. "I'll call you..." I hesitated when I saw his golden eyes floating in black, "Shiro."

He moved towards me, "What? Something wrong?"

I shook my head, "No, it's just... your eyes..."

"What about them?" he narrowed his eyes.

"They're... different," I leaned in to see it better.

"What are you doing?" he questioned. 

I grabbed his head and pulled him closer. He was saying something but I wasn't listening.

The next thing I knew he headbutted me. "Ow," I complained.

"Do you want to die?" he asked, with a frightening expression on his face. He drew his sword, as the cloth around it unraveled he charged at me.

I drew my sword and blocked his attack.

"I didn't call you here to look at my eyes," he backed away. He heaved his sword to rest on his shoulder, "Zangetsu wants to talk to you."

"He does?" I felt myself being pulled on. I was fading away.

He clicked his tongue, "Maybe next time. Don't think that I'm done with you yet!"

Everything faded to black as the last of me faded out. A barely audible voice was calling out.

"Ichigo, wake up it's time to eat," the voice said.

I was a little too groggy to see who it was, so I assumed it was Aizen. "Just a little more sleep," I groaned.

I felt him shake my shoulder. Annoyed, I sit up and turn towards him.

"Oh, you're not Aizen," I remarked, "Hi Ulquiorra."

"What made you think I was Aizen?" he asked.

I rubbed my eyes, "He's usually the one who wakes me up. Why didn't he wake me up?"

"He told me he tried but you wouldn't budge, so he decided to let you sleep," he answered.

I tried to get up but I stumbled, I ended leaning on him. "Sorry, I guess I'm really tired." I pushed myself off him and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Just make sure you eat before you fall asleep again," he warned.

"Alright," I nodded as he left the room.

I got through about half of my food before I drifted to sleep.

I was in front of a clinic, my dad's clinic, and an ambulance was pulling up. When the doors opened up I saw a girl step out with the patient.

It was a younger version of Orihime. She was crying by the man.

'Ah,' I realized, 'that's her brother.'

I woke up, still with some food on my tray. There was no one else in the room. I stood up, no longer tired and resolved myself to go see Orihime.

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