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ajremixTitle: The Things that Won’t Heal
Fandom: Bleach RP![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mercy_street_rp
Rating: PG
Word Count: 591
Characters: Ikkaku, Nemu
Summary: Immediately after Last Goodbyes. I’m just going to go straight to the source and blame Pero for the speedfic topic that started it all XD
The first thing Ikkaku notices is the coldness in the room. Not the sterile chill of a hospital but a roiling freeze of unstable anger.
The second thing he notices, almost at the same moment, is that the coldness is coming almost violently from the man in the room. He doesn’t know what the man is angry about or who at, but Ikkaku sees the effect it has on Nemu, lying quietly in her bed, seemingly asleep if not for her eyes that stare at nothing.
He doesn’t know who this man is or what he means to Nemu, but Ikkaku knows this is the person that closed her off from the world.
Not now, he tells the tense line of his shoulders. Not now, he says again as the man takes notice of his presence and suddenly the cold anger finds somewhere to be directed.
“Who are you?” He snaps, voice thin like a whip. “Get out of here.”
“I want to talk to Nemu.”
“No visitors. Get out.”
He bristles. “I want to talk to her.”
“Out!”
“I don’t got time fer this.” He tells the grim faces that trailed him in. “Wouldya?”
“We got it.” They say. The man barely realizes what’s going on before Tetsu and Renji take one arm apiece and bodily drags the man from the room. He’s shouting and cursing at them and Ikkaku knows this is going to be a speed-record for visits but he has to do this.
Nemu’s lips part slightly and she sighs just as silently as everything else she does. It isn’t until Ikkaku sits on the edge of the hospital bed that her eyes focus in on him.
“Hey.” He says a little weakly. Dark, vivid splotches cover her face and finger paint her neck and collarbone and looking at them makes him so angry and frustrated and helpless. Ikkaku breaks eye contact and his sight falls to her hand. It’s wrapped thick in a cast, but he still grips her fingertips into his palm. “I…”
I’m sorry? I should’ve been there? I should’ve protected you? What’s he supposed to say that will make things better? That will make her realize how much he hates himself for the harm that came to her? It’s not his fault- he knows that, knows she knows that –but he still can’t keep from feeling somehow responsible.
What’s he supposed to say that will make her stop hurting? Make it all feel like some terrible nightmare? What words could he possibly give to comfort her when she lays there so lifelessly with dark eyes that can’t seem to focus on anything for long? That scream the pain and hurt that she won’t?
Ikkaku wonders if she cried out when they beat her, or if those screams were just as silent.
Nemu takes her hand from his and her fingertips tug at his shirt. The other hand, a rash of scraps running down her wrist, grab at the tail of his sleeve and she guides him to her. Until he’s close enough that she can bury her face against his shoulder and muffle quiet sobs directly in his heart. Ikkaku’s jaw clenches painfully and tears sting his eyes. He holds Nemu tightly and presses his cheek to her hair and face into her pillow and try to fight that rage that wants to broil over.
He doesn’t understand the dark that haunts her eyes, but he knows that a part of Nemu died. The woman he loves will never be the same again.
Fandom: Bleach RP
mercy_street_rpRating: PG
Word Count: 591
Characters: Ikkaku, Nemu
Summary: Immediately after Last Goodbyes. I’m just going to go straight to the source and blame Pero for the speedfic topic that started it all XD
The first thing Ikkaku notices is the coldness in the room. Not the sterile chill of a hospital but a roiling freeze of unstable anger.
The second thing he notices, almost at the same moment, is that the coldness is coming almost violently from the man in the room. He doesn’t know what the man is angry about or who at, but Ikkaku sees the effect it has on Nemu, lying quietly in her bed, seemingly asleep if not for her eyes that stare at nothing.
He doesn’t know who this man is or what he means to Nemu, but Ikkaku knows this is the person that closed her off from the world.
Not now, he tells the tense line of his shoulders. Not now, he says again as the man takes notice of his presence and suddenly the cold anger finds somewhere to be directed.
“Who are you?” He snaps, voice thin like a whip. “Get out of here.”
“I want to talk to Nemu.”
“No visitors. Get out.”
He bristles. “I want to talk to her.”
“Out!”
“I don’t got time fer this.” He tells the grim faces that trailed him in. “Wouldya?”
“We got it.” They say. The man barely realizes what’s going on before Tetsu and Renji take one arm apiece and bodily drags the man from the room. He’s shouting and cursing at them and Ikkaku knows this is going to be a speed-record for visits but he has to do this.
Nemu’s lips part slightly and she sighs just as silently as everything else she does. It isn’t until Ikkaku sits on the edge of the hospital bed that her eyes focus in on him.
“Hey.” He says a little weakly. Dark, vivid splotches cover her face and finger paint her neck and collarbone and looking at them makes him so angry and frustrated and helpless. Ikkaku breaks eye contact and his sight falls to her hand. It’s wrapped thick in a cast, but he still grips her fingertips into his palm. “I…”
I’m sorry? I should’ve been there? I should’ve protected you? What’s he supposed to say that will make things better? That will make her realize how much he hates himself for the harm that came to her? It’s not his fault- he knows that, knows she knows that –but he still can’t keep from feeling somehow responsible.
What’s he supposed to say that will make her stop hurting? Make it all feel like some terrible nightmare? What words could he possibly give to comfort her when she lays there so lifelessly with dark eyes that can’t seem to focus on anything for long? That scream the pain and hurt that she won’t?
Ikkaku wonders if she cried out when they beat her, or if those screams were just as silent.
Nemu takes her hand from his and her fingertips tug at his shirt. The other hand, a rash of scraps running down her wrist, grab at the tail of his sleeve and she guides him to her. Until he’s close enough that she can bury her face against his shoulder and muffle quiet sobs directly in his heart. Ikkaku’s jaw clenches painfully and tears sting his eyes. He holds Nemu tightly and presses his cheek to her hair and face into her pillow and try to fight that rage that wants to broil over.
He doesn’t understand the dark that haunts her eyes, but he knows that a part of Nemu died. The woman he loves will never be the same again.
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