Just a little something I've been wondering. It was written in one sitting, without much revision. I might do another version in the future, but don't count on it.
I don't own Bleach.
Figment of the Soul
This was a strange world. A city, abandoned to time and yet in perfect condition. Nothing really existed, yet skyscrapers would apear spread out to infinity if one just turned around. This world had only one inhabitant. He stood sidways, as if the wall was the ground. Indeed, in this world it was.
This world existed only in his soul, a santuary none other could enter. And yet...
There was another.
His name was Zangetsu. Zangetsu was, to put it simply, pure power contained in the form of an old man. And right now he was curious.
"Back so soon?" He asked
The orange-haired Ichigo was slow to reply. "I've... had a thought."
"What..what would happen to you if..if I died?"
Zangetsu thought about it. Of course, he knew exactly what would happen. But did he really want to tell Ichigo? It could brake his heart...
"Do you really want to know?"
Zangetsu collected his thoughts. "I suppose that when you die, we will simply go to the Soul Society."
Ichigo sighed. "That's a relief."
"But you will eventually die again. All souls are cycled endlessly between life and death. You are no different. You shall be reborn as someone else, while I..." He gazed at the world around him, seemingly lost in thought. Just before Ichigo broke the silence, Zangetsu continued.
"I will continue to be 'Zangetsu' for all eternity."
Ichigo was quiet for a long time. When he finally spoke, it was in a whisper. "But aren't you a part of me? Why wouldn't you change, too?"
To that, Zangetsu just gave a sad smile.
"Am I a part of you? Or, are you a part of me?"
He stepped close to Ichigo and looked him straight in his eyes.
"And how many times do you think you have asked me this?"