Anonymous ;   You feel sick. Unwell. Testy. And for the first time, the sake doesn't help you relax. It makes it worse. You find yourself stumbling around, angry, VERY angry. Then you see something white, horribly white. White hot to your eyes, stinging your vision. You draw your zanpaku'to, and by the time this ghost sees you, you're in their shadow, and cut them in half, dragging blade through them in both directions, ripping them in half. And as your vision clears, you see it's face. Juushiro's face.

     He jumped up, waking himself with an anguished scream that had ripped from his throat as he began to shake, his hands were shaking as he quickly stole outside and decided one thing for certain. He refused to go back to sleep tonight. He was tired of nightmares, especially ones revolving around the one he loved most.

      “….” he said nothing as he walked away, finally stumbling like the drunk he was. “….” Maybe he’d get lucky and somebody would try to pick a fight with him. He could use that right now, honestly.