A sigh.
... It's raining. The drops fell heavier, harder, faster… endlessly. The drops of rain that felt cold and sharp, prickling his white skin, as if almost piercing it. Rain that he wished he didn't have to feel, unless it was meant for him… Unless he intentionally made them fall—unless, he wanted them to fall.
…Only if it wasn't hurting so much. The pain he felt—the pain that he felt in the heart he was never meant to share—was crushing and left him feeling emptier.
A scoff.
... As if he could feel any more empty.
But there he was, staring at the oblique sky that he could no longer tell were going sideways. The sky was no longer how it used to be. The darkness left the Inner World looking like a black void. The clouds weren't even a pale or dark of gray... they were simply black, and left this inner world enshrouded in darkness and rain.
Mumbling of incoherent speech full of annoyance.
…He swore he could hear thunder humming at times. It wasn't very loud... but it was there. Quite noticeable... the sound of the rain thumping against the windows of the buildings that served as the ground along with the occasional soft roaring of thunder echoed in the lonely space of Ichigo's world.
A growl.
…This seemed to piss off a certain someone as the rain seemed to come down harder and the little light left fleeting from the lonely world of Ichigo's nothingness.
"Well, jeeze!" he called out, hoping the King would hear him; hoping, praying, wishing, that his human self would listen for once, even if it was nothing worth acknowledging. "If you're gonna make it rain this hard at least throw in some damn lightening! It's dark in here!"
Of course he was left with no reply from his counterpart. He fell back, sprawled against one of the windows with closed eyes as the rain continued to fall. Too long had it been like this… too long had his King been suffering. Too long and nothing could be done about it.
A grunt.
..."Dammit! The hell is wrong with you!?" He yelled at seemingly nothing but his scolding was directed at none other than his "Highness."
It was unfair… and it seemed like the rain came down much harder, if even possible. He sat up and stared at the old man a few feet ahead of him, perched up high in usual place and looking up at the grim sky, his facial expression almost reflecting the gloom the occupied Ichigo's heart.
"You're not gonna do anything about it?" he asked, eying the old man.
Silence.
..."Figures…" he sighed before looking back up at the sky. It made sense… that man never seemed to talk. And if ever, it was only if the King was around. It was bad enough he never received any acknowledgment from his King, but it only made things worse when the only other being living in this now depressing, lonely world ignored him as well.
The hollow fell back on the wet ground and sighed, closing his dark eyes. He cringed at the sound he began to loath yet never expected to hear so loudly within the solitary world he called his home.
Clapping of thunder.
Endnotes: Random.. i know... yep... tired... SLEEP!