When we reach upstairs, Lisa whispers something to Shinji. He gives her a confused look of annoyance, and waves her away to keep eating.

I approach their circle slowly, wondering the awkward topic is over, when she snaps her fingers at me.

"What?"

"Go." She gestures towards the stairs.

"Back downstairs?"

"YES." She walks away. I stand there for a moment, none of the viazards are paying us any attention.

She looks back and makes a 'shoo' motion with her hands. I sigh, and start walking.

I reach halfway down the stairs and sit down. If I get told to come back up again, I am going to get very angry.

A few minutes later, she whistles. I look back up, and she tosses a paper plane down.

I try to catch it, but miss. I assume there is an importance to it, but who-

'Thump!'

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"

I lay in a heap at the bottom. My head, elbows and shin hurt from the stone stairs.

"DAMNIT LISA!" I look back up at her, and all I see is the trapdoor closing.

"WHAT THE HELL?" The thing that hit me is a stuffed body, not unlike the one that Yoruichi had me train with.

I open the crumpled plane and read it..

I look back at the stuffed body.

Moment of truth...

Do I want to talk to him?

No.

"LISA!" I shout.

The door opens a slice.

"You're not coming out!" I hear.

"Until what?"

The door opens more and I see Lisa and Hayori.

"TILL YOU FIGURE SHIT OUT!"

The door slams closed.

… There is really, really, no way out of this.

I read over the piece of paper again.

I drag the body out to the middle of the 'room', sit down crosslegged, and stare at it.

I glance at the paper, and stare. I re-read the paper, and stare at it some more.

I place my hand on the 'body' and concentrate.

I stop.

Do I really want to do this?

I try, and stop again.

Why is this SO HARD?

Hichigo... I remembered the gold, and the body sprang to life.

NO NONONONO! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! SEND HIM BACK! I was backwards crab walking to the point of a crab-sprint, without all the tripping.

Why is this so terrifing?

But when he stumbled back and the strong smell of sake hit me, terror was replaced by anger. When he fell and I saw black staining his arm, anger turned into concern.

I ran over.

"Hichigo!" I reached for his arm and pushed up the sleeve.

He looked up at me but couldn't seem to focus.

"Hichigo what happened?" There were scratches all up his arm. He pulled back, and tried to get up, but couldn't.

"Hichigo..." I pushed back his hair and tried to get him to look at me. He did, looked confused for a moment, then tried to roll away. "Hichigo!"

He tried to get up again, but fell on his hurt arm. He lay still.

"Hichigo what happened?" I stayed where I was, a few feet away.

"I tried." The quiet echoing slur was almost not understandable.

"What?"

"I TRIED TO..." He broke off, and rolled on his back. "Make …"

Black lines where running down his face. He looked a mess. It hurt to see him like this.

"Wouldn't go away..." He grabbed his hurt right arm.

"HAD TO..." He started his horrible mad chuckle as he dug his nails in to his arm and pulled them across, and started laughing again.

"Make the OUTSIDE..." He dug his nails in a second time. "Feel like the INSIDE!"

I ran over and grabbed his other hand.

"HICHIGO STOP!" I tried to hold his arms away from each other, but he was struggling. Not hard, but I'm not sure if he could of gotten free in his state. "Stop, please stop."

"Let me go!" He tried to wrench his arm away from me, snarling in warning.

"NO! Hichigo stop!" His eyes weren't gold now, they were the normal vicious yellow of hollows. "STOP, what are you trying to DO?"

"It doesn't matter, let me GO!" The scratches on his arms start to heal themselves and his struggling becomes stronger.

I pin him down best I can. "HICHIGO."

He twists and turns, pain on his face.

"Hichigo please calm down! What's wrong?" He slowly stops and pants. He still won't look at me.

" It hurt. So much. It wouldn't go away. Won't."

"What hurts?" The yellow turns bleak.

"Everything. I don't know."

I soften my grip and don't know what to say. He's quiet for a bit.

" Is... Is this how you felt?" He looks up grimacing.

"How I felt?" I echo.

"When you hate me. When you're sad. When you feel."

He looks pitiful.

"When I hate you? I don't hate you. I didn't. I wasn't sad, I was hurt! Pissed and hurt. When you do things like that..."

He growled again, angry, " BUT I DON'T MEAN TO."

"It happens! It happens." I hold his arms down once again. "It happens, okay?"

" Just because it happens doesn't mean I have to accept it". His haughty nature is back I guess...

"You're just going to 'not accept' things happening?" I ask flatly.

" No, of course not. That's stupid. Why should I?" He kind of shoves me off awkwardly and sneers.

And Aizen has a god-status problem?

Oh god. I forgot how weird the formatting is on FF. BUT THERE IT IS! A LOST TIDBIT! IN IT'S COMPLETE GLORY. SEE HOW IT SHINES~ *_*

I'll see if i can remember where I was going with that ^.^a if I even knew then.

and it always seems like the characters have hella mood swings x.x

BUT UNTILL NEXT TIME :D~ TTFN MY LOVELIES.

-MICKYYYYYYY~

ALSO REVIEW. IF YOU REVIEW NOW YOU HAVE A HIGHER CHANCE OF CHANGING THE STORY TO YOUR LIKING. :l fer realz. If i get a good idea, i'm going with it. the only plot i had came from 7-8 minute brainstorming i'm pretty sure. and that was HOW LONG AGO? I'll prolly just make somethin else up. . and i forgot a lot of Bleach-y things too. oh dear.