Of course Bleach isn't mine. What were you thinking, child?

Humans always want what they cannot have.

I had thought it was stupid. But I had also spent too much time in that world, enjoyed myself a little too much. Their stupidity slightly rubbed off on me. Oh, foolish me. Such foolishness has prices to pay. Now I must die.

All I wanted was rest.

Hanatarou had offered me a blanket but I had refused. He had offered me a pillow but I had refused. He had offered me other things. I had refused. I refused to be pampered. I refused to be pampered by the things I find everyday in that closet, night after night. If I could, I would shake that memory out of my mind. I felt the need to hate it, like how I hated myself.

All I had was a chair.

Chairs did not remind me of anything. It was simply a mere object and the only thing I had in my cell. Later on, I thought I'd probably despise chairs for reminding me of death. But then I laughed, hollowly, and gave myself a scornful sneer. What is this, 'later on' thought I had? There would never be a 'later on'. There would never be another life after death. Unless I was saved.

But all I could not want was a saviour.

I was informed that outsiders had recklessly broken inside the Society. The strongest and most reckless of all had orange hair and a sword that matched his own height. I closed my eyes. Images of that man danced mindlessly behind my eyelids. It was impossible. It would be foolish of me to hope. But I did. I would never admit it.

Now all I wanted was him.

Foolish me. I'm afraid I'll have to pay for that.