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[holeheart]

well that didn't work out.

now what do I do


[ooc: and done with his rampage. No more fresh bodies will be turning up. GOOD JOB WITH THE NOTICING BTW! Go heroes.]

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[hollowish.livejournal.com]

[And great, he's pissed again]

Yeah, thanks to you! Now, what the hell is your problem?!

[holeheart]

[he rolls over, face blank]

I was looking for something.

[hollowish.livejournal.com]

What do you mean? You weren't eating them, since their souls are still out there. What could have been so important that you had to kill innocent people!?

[holeheart]

[avoiding straight answer mode, go!]

I got a question for ya, King. What would you do if your purpose suddenly went... poof. Worse, what if you couldn't do it any more? What if you couldn't send souls or kill Hollows or be the great protector any more? What WOULD you do?

[hollowish.livejournal.com]

[He's quiet for a minute or two, thinking about his answer.] I guess I'd go back to being a student, but that wouldn't happen.

Is that with this is about? You don't have any purpose anymore?

[holeheart]

[a rather dull chuckle] heh. Maybe you're not as dumb as you look. [he rolls back over so that he's more or less curled up in a fetal position]

We're separate, fragmented. I can't take your body. I can't kill you. Killing others is only a temporary relief. I've got nothing. Nothing to fill this hole. [he growls and digs his nails into the carpet, gritting his teeth hard] and I fucking HATE IT!

[hollowish.livejournal.com]

[He grabs the hollow's collar and pulls him up.]

That's it!? Those were people, human beings, and now their blood is on my hands! And all because you don't have anything to do!?

[holeheart]

[he just allows it, hanging limply and not smiling for once]

Boo-goddamn-hoo. Now give me one good reason not to jump off the top of this apartment building.

[hollowish.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Ichigo doesn't have much of an answer for that.]

So, that's it? You're just going to give up because killing people doesn't make you happy? Why don't you try doing something useful for once?

[holeheart]

I'm a Hollow you idiot. Nothing makes me happy. I'm not even hungry. Just... empty. [he growls, then speaks lower, almost too low to hear] You have no goddamn idea what it's like, you lucky bastard.

[hollowish.livejournal.com]

So what am I supposed to do about it? I can't just let you die on me, bastard. You aren't killing yourself.

[holeheart]

Then give me a goddamn reason!

[hollowish.livejournal.com]

I won't let you. That's good enough of one.

[holeheart]

You won't let me. [he smiles and laughs somewhat hysterically, then tears himself out of Ichigo's grip. At least that's a little bit normal] Hahah!! Alright then, hero boy. I guess I'll have to keep looking. I'm sure giving me my own body and then making me miserable in it was the Porter's idea of a joke.

[hollowish.livejournal.com]

You're not killing anymore people either, so you'll just have to be miserable. Or maybe you could try this hero thing and kill monsters or whatever the hell happens around here.

[holeheart]

Yeah yeah. I'm not making any guarantees, buddy. [he seems gto be in a slightly better mood than before and he groans] I'll find something that makes me happy even if it impossible. And hey, maybe if Godzilla attacks again, I'll help you take him out.

You better go get those souls now, hero boy. I need to shower. Blood is just ever so sticky, hehehe.

[hollowish.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, too bad Hichigo happy doesn't really make Ichigo feel that much better. :| ]

Clean up the floor too, and I'll think about dinner for tonight.

[Flash steps out the window]

[holeheart]

[he watches, then tilts his head at the stains on the carpet] Hmm.