Keigo stirred. Dreams and memories melded together as he laid on the stiff bed, asleep. His subconscious was seemingly doing some kind of rewind, replaying all the recent events that had been going on in his life. Some of the more-prominent ones had to deal with That Day. "That Day," being the day when Tatsuki punched Ichigo nearly straight-through that damn window in the hallway at school, leaving himself and Mizuiro--who actually looked stunned for the first time in his life--to wonder what had gone on.
Truth be told, Keigo knew, to an extent. He had felt his heart sink into his gut when he realized that his knowledge was the same as what Ichigo was trying to hide from Tatsuki. Gods of Death and Hollows and Arrancar were things he had found out through a combination of eavesdropping and his own experiences, but for whatever reason, Ichigo didn't want them to know.
He wanted them to stop caring and not concern themselves with him? It wasn't happening. Keigo cared too much and he knew Tatsuki and Mizuiro were the same, no matter what. That's when they planned it after Ichigo had left; they would follow him and see what it was he was so desperately trying to hide. It was easy enough to get to Urahara Shoten--the door was suspiciously unlocked, as well--but witnessing something so unreal, even if Keigo should have been used to things of that nature by then, certainly took a lot out of them. It was then that Urahara-san had said Ichigo had been overly-cold that day on purpose. And Keigo didn't like it one bit.
Mixed in the memories that continuously filtered through, the face of a hollow pushed its way to the forefront, its deafening screech and gaping, hungry mouth causing Keigo to twitch and groan uncomfortably in the bed.
He left Urahara-san's, and there was a hollow and then...
It was chasing him, reaching, grabbing and pulling for his soul. Keigo was running, but his legs felt too heavy, as though they were made of lead. It was catching up! It was going to kill him!
Doyleton.
The crackling noise of the intercom was integrated too well with the dream-turned-nightmare and Keigo yelled aloud, flailing and tumbling out of his bed and onto the smooth, cold floor, tangled in a knot of blankets.
"Wha--?!" He rubbed his face groggily, feeling over himself to check for any missing limbs. All important body parts accounted for, Keigo pushed himself up from the floor and stared blankly ahead. This.. wasn't Karakura. Was it hell? Soul Society? Had that hollow killed him?!
"S-shit.." Keigo rarely swore aloud, but this was an instance that called for it. Untangling himself from the blankets, a loud, hollow clatter rang out, startling him further. A glance on the floor and he could see the outline of a ... flashlight? Squinting, he stooped down to pick it up, flicking it on. "..." Well, at least now he could actually see. Maybe he could figure out what was going on if he explored a little...
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Truth be told, Keigo knew, to an extent. He had felt his heart sink into his gut when he realized that his knowledge was the same as what Ichigo was trying to hide from Tatsuki. Gods of Death and Hollows and Arrancar were things he had found out through a combination of eavesdropping and his own experiences, but for whatever reason, Ichigo didn't want them to know.
He wanted them to stop caring and not concern themselves with him? It wasn't happening. Keigo cared too much and he knew Tatsuki and Mizuiro were the same, no matter what. That's when they planned it after Ichigo had left; they would follow him and see what it was he was so desperately trying to hide. It was easy enough to get to Urahara Shoten--the door was suspiciously unlocked, as well--but witnessing something so unreal, even if Keigo should have been used to things of that nature by then, certainly took a lot out of them. It was then that Urahara-san had said Ichigo had been overly-cold that day on purpose. And Keigo didn't like it one bit.
Mixed in the memories that continuously filtered through, the face of a hollow pushed its way to the forefront, its deafening screech and gaping, hungry mouth causing Keigo to twitch and groan uncomfortably in the bed.
He left Urahara-san's, and there was a hollow and then...
It was chasing him, reaching, grabbing and pulling for his soul. Keigo was running, but his legs felt too heavy, as though they were made of lead. It was catching up! It was going to kill him!
Doyleton.
The crackling noise of the intercom was integrated too well with the dream-turned-nightmare and Keigo yelled aloud, flailing and tumbling out of his bed and onto the smooth, cold floor, tangled in a knot of blankets.
"Wha--?!" He rubbed his face groggily, feeling over himself to check for any missing limbs. All important body parts accounted for, Keigo pushed himself up from the floor and stared blankly ahead. This.. wasn't Karakura. Was it hell? Soul Society? Had that hollow killed him?!
"S-shit.." Keigo rarely swore aloud, but this was an instance that called for it. Untangling himself from the blankets, a loud, hollow clatter rang out, startling him further. A glance on the floor and he could see the outline of a ... flashlight? Squinting, he stooped down to pick it up, flicking it on. "..." Well, at least now he could actually see. Maybe he could figure out what was going on if he explored a little...