Author: lye tea PM
Drabbles.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Ururu T. & K. Urahara - Chapters: 7 - Words: 1,812 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 09-05-12 - Published: 04-24-08 - id: 4217968
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Character: Hollow Ichigo
There's a place on the far end of the table where no one ever approaches.
That place is barren, is devoid, is empty of feeling and sight. And is a remembrance too, of someone they all knew a long time ago. The touch, the thought is cavernous—he likes it. Something sacred, something horrid (and demonic). Somehow, he's got it all down: Ichigo is sitting there (across from him) and facing The Family. Loud, obstreperous and infinitely annoying.
The one on the outside, and he. Him. It. Stood looking in. Like through a window with no glass, just a diamond shell cut and split and revealing grotesque innards of some decayed animal. He can see all the dirty-stinking-rotten tricks they've planted in others' minds, his, and all their own.
The Family: The Father, The Sisters, and Ichigo.
The one looking in.
But there's a place on the far end of the table where no one ever glances at. Not even for a teeny, tiny, fracture of a minute.
Because that's his spot: the place where he sits (if he could, manifested in some form). And they all know this too. Because at every meal, there's a silver platter placed speck-and-clean on the tablecloth. Perfect.
Just like him. This he is musing.
(And sometimes, on the plate, there would be a head. Dinner Is Served.)