Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Jealousy ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter 5

 

“Envy is the ulcer of the soul.”

Socrates.

 

Orihime didn't go to school the next day. Half of her didn't really want to; the other half had readily convinced the former that she really was ill.

 

Orihime was in her bed, her eyes vacant and staring at the ceiling. She hadn't slept all night, she knew she should have, but she hadn't felt like it, sleeping… it was getting to be a bother. She would just fall victim to those horrible nightmares, about her killing, someone.

 

Two someone's.

 

But not just about killing two someone's, no, no, no, about her enjoying the killings. Kami she enjoyed it so much… in her dreams of course.

 

Death isn't that bad.

 

The voice was talking to her again. It was telling her things, new things all day. She didn't mind it now. After the initial surprise of being spoken to by an invisible being Orihime had gotten used to it, almost took solace in it's gentle wisdom. After all, she had seen and heard weirder things in the Soul Society.

 

Or had she? Orihime wasn't all that sure.

 

It's just the natural progression of things. It continued.

 

“I know,” Orihime said, placing her arms behind her head. “I know what happens when you die.”

 

Ah, yes… yes you do. And what, exactly, will happen when you die? It asked her.

 

“I'll probably try and hold on as long as possible.” She said quietly. “Become a ghost, and wait for a Shinigami to come and take me to the Soul Society.”

 

A Shinigami like Kuchiki-san.

 

Orihime's eyes darkened. “Yes, like Kuchiki-san,” she muttered. “Only I hope, by that time, Kuchiki-san is gone.”

 

Dead?

 

“I didn't say that!” Orihime cried, wrinkling her nose in indignation. “I said gone. Gone, not dead.”

 

Gone and dead can be very similar.

 

“But they are not the same.” She retorted. Her house was quiet around her, the silence seemed almost overwhelming.

 

Do you wish Kuchiki-san was gone?

 

There was silence.

 

You know about her and Kurosaki-kun, you know that she has given herself to him; you know what that little slut did to him. You saw it with your own eyes.

 

No answer.

 

She probably coaxed him. You know Kurosaki-kun would never do something like that willingly. Perhaps she used some type of Kido on him.

 

There was a bird chirping outside her window.

 

She took Ichigo to bed and she seduced him. She played a mind game upon him.

 

Stupid bird.

 

You know that you could love him more.

 

It was still chirping.

 

You know that you could make him happy.

 

She wanted the bird to be quiet.

 

You are the one he really wants to hold, to touch, to taste. You are the one who can encourage his greatness. You, Orihime, are the one who can bring Ichigo what he needs; you know what he needs ever so badly.

 

“The bird.” Orihime said, sitting up in bed.

 

Yes, the bird, Orihime, the bird.

 

“The bird needs to go.” She said, standing up and walking to the window, staring out into the fading light.

 

The bird does indeed need to go. She needs to go all the way to Hell.

 

“Tsubaki,” Orihime said quietly, inclining her head to the side and smiling. Her small fairy appeared by her side immediately, unlike normal, he did not say a word of protest. “I reject.”

 

Without a word, Tsubaki fired. He shattered the glass of Orihime's window and dove towards the bird sitting on the branch outside.

 

Orihime heard the sickening sound of blood as the red liquid spilled over the branch, dabs of it falling onto her face.

 

Using her index finger, Orihime wiped the blood off her cheek and placed the digit inside of her mouth.

 

She tasted the sweet nectar on her fingers and suckled lightly.

 

Tastes good, huh?

 

Orihime smiled wickedly. “Yes, it tastes very good.” She inclined her head to the side. “I wonder how Kuchiki-san's blood tastes.”