"Wh-why?!.... W!.... Hu!..." On the floor... cold, shaking and distraught, a little boy sat on his knees, hunched over with wide, trembling eyes that leaked endless tears. The boy had both hands tightly gripping his bright red hair, crying out his thoughts to himself. Within the room was nothing but a small ceiling light that swayed gently however the light was off. There were no windows to see through to the outside, no wallpaper, no carpet, not chair or bed, absolutely nothing... The walls were grey, cold stone, matching the floor and ceiling as the empty, dark room trapped the little boy. There was a door... a locked door. The room would of been completely pitch black if it wasn't for the specks of light leaking in through the cloudy glass window on the door. The glass on the window was opaque so it couldn't be looked through.
"WHY?! M-MOMMY?! D-DADDY?! WH-WHY DID SHE DO THAT?! WHY?!?!" Sobbing, the boy screamed out through his sobs, mouth wide and eyes sealed closed, still realising tears. He could hardly breathe from the sobbing, and by the looks of it, he seemed to only be a nine year-old boy.... Clearly something traumatic had happened mere moments ago... something that involved blood as the boy's skin and clothes were splattered with it....
'... Where am I-....u-uh?' Fumio found himself inside this room. Looking around, he almost immediately recognised the dreary walls and cold atmosphere.
"A-AHH!" The little boy suddenly screamed and shuffled himself backwards into a corner, looking up at Fumio with eyes filled with pure terror. Fumio jumped at this, not expecting the sudden sound before looking down at the boy, his own eyes widening once he finally took a look at the boy...
"Wh-who a-are y-ou?!" The boy tried to cower back into the corner as much as he could, still pushing himself when he couldn't move back any further....
Fumio's breathe hitched in his throat as he just stood there... A cold bead of sweat dripped down his forehead before he gulped to try and regain his voice.
"..." However that didn't work...
"D-did she s-send y-you h-here?" The little boy asked before gulping himself, more desperately.
"P-PLEASE DON'T H-HURT M-ME!! I... I J-JUST C-CAN'T T-TAKE AN-ANYMORE!!!" The boy screamed at Fumio, closing his eyes while still crying violently.
Seeing this made Fumio's eyes return to their normal size, simply staring down at the boy before taking a breath.
"I'm not going to hurt you..." His voice was soft, and not a fake softness either. Crouching down to the boy's level, Fumio took a closer look which only made the boy move back, his eyes wide again.
"... What... happened?" Fumio asked as the boy looked down.
"Sh-she.... sh... she..." Before the boy could even try to form a sentence, he began sobbing again.
"M-mommy.... d-daddy.... are g-g-gone.... a-and my b-big s-sis Huie.... sh-she's g-gone... my br-brother Sota.... I... I don't know where he is!" The boy continued to sob as Fumio gave him a frown.
"... I know w-" KNOCK KNOCK! Fumio was interrupted but knocks on the door. Instantly the boy became tense, stiffening while shaking more violently this time... His eyes were glued wide and stuck to the ground.
"Sh-she's b-b-... b-back....." Fumio stood up, turning to look at the door before the boy yelled, snatching his attention once more.
"PLEASE HELP ME!" The boy looked at Fumio as if the guy was his last life-line... Fumio only looked down at the boy's pitiful state with a straight face.
"... I won't let anything happen to you..." Fumio's head then darted to the door when it was suddenly swung open.
"Why are you making so much racket boy? Get used to this. From this point on, this is your new room heheh" A woman entered the small, box room, the sound of her heels mixed with the sobbed cries for help from the little boy.
"You." Without delay, Fumio's eyes gave the woman a fiery glare of pure rage, as if the sight of this woman triggered an anger switch from within him.
The woman smiled, but not happily, more evilly. She didn't even acknowledge Fumio, looking directly at the small boy in the corner. "Stop that crying! You little shit, unless you want Fushimaru to die next!" The woman yelled at the boy, only causing him to push himself further into the corner, quieting his sobs while desperately looking at Fumio.
"BITCH!" Fumio drew his Zanpakuto, holding it out in front of him with both hands for better control, eyes pinned on the woman.
"URSULA! FUCKING LOOK AT ME!!" Fumio swung his sword back before bringing it over his head and down at the woman, heading for a long slice down her left shoulder.... but the sword went straight through.
"Wh-what?!" "PLEASE HELP ME! SHE'S GUNNA HURT MY BROTHER!" The kid suddenly screamed as Ursula started to walk towards him, as if she couldn't see or even feel Fumio there.
Turning around, Fumio aimed to strike her again, but the same thing happened, he went straight through her...
"Enough of your pesky whining you weak little shit" Grabbing the boy by his neck, Ursula slowly lifted him up, the boy trying to gasp for air while attempting to force her hand off of his neck with both of his small hands. "Did you enjoy the show I gave you? Your parents were pretty shitty deaths... just so boring, hardly even screamed." Ursula looked down at the boy's clothes for a moment before her eyes darted to the boy's face.
"DON'T TOUCH HIM!!! SHUT UP!!!" Fumio yelled, attempting two more times to slice through the woman, but again, unable to land a hit as he went through her again.... All he could do was watch...
"N-no!" The boy tried to push out as he continued his struggle for air. Ursula noticed this and slammed his back into the wall behind him, creating a dent in the wall. "You say no now, but I'll make you enjoy killing! You'll feed off of those screams! You'll be my own personal toy and dog who'll do as I order!" Squeezing her hand a little tighter, Ursula pulled the boy back off the wall before smashing the boy back into it again, this time causing rubble to tumble onto the floor and the dent to deepen.
Fumio couldn't believe what he was watching... or more, re-living.
"S-STOP! STOP IT!!!" Fumio screamed this time, but none of these words reached the woman. Her excited eyes devoured the sight in front of her, making her grin widely. "Crying won't help you. Yelling won't help you. Killing... will help you. These things that you're feeling, this '
upset' emotion that's making you cry like a little bitch has got to go... You won't be a little bitch once I'm done with you..." The little boy's body began slowing down in it's struggle, in turn his hands began loosening as the lack of oxygen was taking effect. Ursula leaned in closer to the little boy's ear, saying one last thing before the boy passed out. "Remember this Kazuhiko. You... belong... to.... me. You will now serve me and do as I say. If you don't, Fushimaru and that little traitor bitch Umeko will be next ones on my list of who to execute. Once they're dead, I'll kill their parents, then I'll kill whoever else you've ever came into contact with during your sad little life." With that, the boy's body fell limp and dropped to the floor.
Ursula looked down at the boy, smirking before sharply turning around. Fumio only watched, paralysed with wide eyes while shaking a little himself... Remembering how it felt when he was in this situation... Instead, now he was just watching himself, although he never had anyone to cry out for help to back then.... Ursula's hair and body then drifted past him, but not before Ursula gave Fumio a quick glance with a hummed chuckle which Fumio noticed but was too paralysed to be able to react... Once she left the room and shut the door, Fumio dropped to his knees, staring at the boy's body with eyes glazed over with unshed tears.
"Ka-Kazuhiko..." The boy's arms began twitching as he opened his eyes halfway, looking directly at Fumio while speaking weakly.
"Wh-why... haven't you killed... her yet?" Fumio eyes widened further before everything suddenly went black.
"HUUU!" Sitting up, Fumio blinked his eyes a few times, panting. Looking around, his mind slowly began catching up with him...
"... Even in my dreams you won't fucking leave me alone! I couldn't even fucking kill you!!!" Grabbing a pillow beside him, Fumio chucked it at his wall out of anger before looking down at his bed sheets, gripping them tightly...
" How many fucking nightmares do you have to give me.... why can't you ever fucking die... Every... every one of them is just a fucking flashback of your shit!! The shit I was put through!!" Fumio let his thoughts out to the empty room around him... The only time he ever felt able to was when there was no one around... He wanted to be able to let them out to Souta... but there were certain things Fumio couldn't even bring himself to tell him....
Bringing his hands up, Fumio covered his face, silently weeping to himself.
"N-no... stop it... I'm not a-allowed t-to..." After whispering that, Fumio calmed down, wiping his eyes.
"... I don't want to be this way anymore... being this very thing I tried so... so fucking hard not to become...." Fumio sighed.
".... Oh well, what does it matter anyway? I can't change what I am... it's too late for me..." Laying back down, Fumio looked up at the ceiling with an unexpected small smile.
"Heh, well, everyone's got to die some time. Souta better enjoy my present to him" As Fumio smiled sadly, his eyes gently began closing as he drifted back to sleep.