Masochist. oneshot, 3rd person ichigo fic.
0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 Earth. Here we exist. Or, rather, here the images we present the world exist. Kings and queens, which is the real face? Are those that are insane really just alive? How many corpses would we have if people revealed there true selves? So many bathe in blood who really love the light, those who swear to protect but really hate their existence, the people he says he'll protect, while is true self laughs at his attempt to regain the shattered image of goodness and life, to forget seeing what he really is inside, to pretend that he isn't himself, to die inside again. He's not the king. He never was the king. Not of himself, not of others. Nope.
Ichigo's a masochist.
yeah... incredibly short for a first fic. oh well. work your way up, i guess. pls r&r.