Can somebody help Me

Renji stood there with wide eyes as Ichigo slumped his head, fighting a Hollow and both bleeding profusely. They underestimated the damn thing. Big mistake on their half, because the Hollow soon became a gloating bastard. White mask with an odd crescent-shaped design on its face, fur the color of a violent shade of purple, long lizard-like tail covered in the fur. The scent emitting off of it was foul, like when someone left an onion in a rotting corpse, maggots flying all around it.

The orange haired teen looked up with brownish-gold eyes, narrowed as he tossed Zangetsu in the air, leaping up and snatching it with his left hand, swinging it angrily at the cackling Hollow, releasing Getsuga Tensho, red outlining the deep blue spiritual pressure. The redhead darting forth and swinging Zabimaru in a semi-circle and the blade extending in the first released form, slicing through the demon's arm to distract it as Getsuga Tensho cut through the mask.

Landing onto his feet, the lightly tanned form fell onto his knees with a huff, panting heavily as he shook his head, small droplets of sweat scattering in directions as his placed his right hand on his bent knee, panting as he hung his head, black lines slowly forming from the edges of his eyes, his inner Hollow's sick laughter ringing in his ears as his limbs finally decided to agree with his actions after a few minutes, Renji shun-poing over and giving the lightly tanned teen a worried glance.

"What's wrong, Kurosaki?" he asked, worry filling his tone.

Nodding slowly, Ichigo stood, looking at the pile of blood not very far away where the Hollow once stood, lifting his right hand and wiping it over his closed eyes, ridding himself of sweat threatening to fall in and irritate his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he sighed, both breathing in gasps, the blood-loss large on both their end and the still dissolving Hollow. "I used too much spirit energy in that blow, guess I was really pissed."

Renji frowned, placing his left hand on Ichigo's shoulder. "You've changed a bit after your birthday," he said simply, "your eye color's one of them."

He shrugged, "Couldn't expect them to stay brown, with all the stress in my duties, school...and home."

Renji nodded reluctantly, and he wasn't helping the matter, he was staying at the young Kurosaki's while he was still on the mission he was still progressing on. Finding out why Ichigo's spiritual pressure skyrocketed on his sixteenth birthday.

The boy sighed deeply, brushing the red haired Abarai's hand off his shoulder, walking towards his body while Renji just gazed back at the sky, a feeling of dread rumbling about his stomach. Feeling like something terrible was going to happen tonight, or very soon. Looking over to Ichigo, his eyes widened once he saw an arrancar aiming a cero at the boy.

"Ichigo! Get down!!" he cried, those brownish-gold eyes the teenager owned widened, turning with a quirked brow. Renji disappearing from his range of vision and reappearing atop him once he fell down on the ground, in his body completely as he clamped his eyes shut, little traces of white hinting in the light at the edges of the spiky-haired teen's hair. "You fucker!" the redhead hissed, clamping his right hand onto his left bicep, glaring at something behind the bushes.

Reopening his eyes, Ichigo's eyes widened once he saw the blood covering Renji's hand, and hearing that cackle behind the bushes, making him push himself up and away from the injured Abarai, facing an arrancar with golden hair, left forearm covered with a mask, shaped like a fang. Glaring, he quickly let his left hand dive for the amulet in his back pocket, yet stopped once the darkly tanned form raised a hand, giggling like a little girl.

"No, no...I'm sorry; I thought that meanie of a Hollow was going to kill you, Kurosaki-sama. Aizen-sama wouldn't be pleased with that," she or he laughed, sounding childish. They leapt onto a branch as Renji rose to his feet, both shinigami glaring at the bubbly form. "I'm Sabrina Kurokishi, low-level arrancar. I only came to give you two cuties a message!!" Her golden-green eyes mixed strangely, if anyone stared for a while, they'd see green, blink...you saw that glorious golden color. "Aizen-sama...wants me to give this to you, Kurosaki-sama," she beamed, since they finally confirmed it was a girl, "he wishes to see you...in...the Soul Society in two weeks from now. Which would make it Tewsday!!"

What a terrible way to say 'Tuesday'... both thought bitterly, Totally killed the seriousness in the moment.

"Ooh...he also wants to see you too, Abarai-sama!!" she giggled, lifting her hands to her face, curled up into unthreatening fists. "So sorry about that cut...I would heal it, but Aizen-sama restricts me from doing that, so sorry."

With that, she tilted back, falling into the portal. But not before she kissed her left hand, lowering it and blowing at Renji, who sidestepped, standing a few feet away from Ichigo, a disgusted look emerging on his face. The brownish-gold eyed teen frowned, clenching his fists once they dangled at his sides. Biting his lower lip with a growl of frustration.

Seeing this made the redhead look at the perplexed, yet pissed, look on the handsome teen's face. But it was short-lived, since the boy turned, running away and kept on running, even after Renji called out his name.

"Shit, don't do anything stupid," he grumbled as he ran over to his gigai, tugging it on with a few curses here and there, taking in a deep breath once he got in, standing, since his body was on the ground, standing and rushing off after the orange haired teen. "Don't do anything stupid," he repeated, concern bubbling in his gut.

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Ichigo had no idea where he was running to, but he just was. The urge to escape the anger, fear, bloodlust, hatred, anything, was so powerful, that the world was blocked out as he clamped his eyes shut, running and running. Sweat reappearing on his skin, not even realizing the wounds he gained in his shinigami form hand slipped and snuck onto his human form.

Blood drenching his shirt with the Grim Reaper on it, holding his most treasured weapon, the reaping weapon. The scythe.

His tight brown jeans receiving the blood from the lower regions on his torso, panting as his eyes lifted, seeing a park. Many buildings passed, his heart pumping angrily, demanding that he stop and relax. Wounds pulsing, mind pounding, thoughts racing, hearing disconnected.

Nothing was around him, as though everyone had vanished, leaving him in a black abyss. Black like his other half's eyes. Said Hollow hadn't spoken that much this week, since the boy's celebration on becoming a year older.

They made an agreement, and one the lustful demon was trying his hardest to stick to.

Two nights out and an occasional Hollow ass-kicking.

Making that deal with his dark-self made them merge, so that some traits his inner Hollow possessed was passed on to him, mixing with his appearance, and shocking some of his friends, making crazy excuses about his eyes and hair. Rukia eagerly accepted it, telling others it was natural. Except for the white in his vibrant colored hair, Isshin saying he bleached the edges for kicks, which had earned him a violent kick to the head.

Renji didn't understand it at all, which made Ichigo need to explain it once in a while.

Said Abarai finally caught up with the fleeing Kurosaki, reaching his right hand out, claiming the boy's left shoulder, yanking him back, being rewarded with a surprised gasp, the world bouncing back into vision, senses coming back all at once, blinding him as he turned, falling on top of the strong figure. Colliding to the ground, Ichigo groaned, hands clutching tightly onto the elder male's shirt, lifting his head slowly, panting as his brownish-gold eyes tried desperately to realign the shadows, bright colors from dark, features, buildings, everything and anything his sight had lost.

Groaning again, he buried his face into the muscled man's chest, knees bent and straddling the redhead, whom was staring at the boy with slightly widened reddish-brown eyes. Raising his right hand slowly and placing it on the lightly tanned form's back, rubbing circles in with a heavy sigh.

"At least you didn't do anything stupid," he sighed, closing his eyes, leaning his head back. Covered by billions of shadows crossed over each other, trees on either side of them, no one walking past to give them odd glances, which saved both of their reputations. "I was worried, fuckhead, don't run off like that, geez."

"Renji?" Ichigo finally spoke, sounding confused. Wondering why he felt the redhead's caresses and warmth. Where he was and why he had run off.

"Whoa, you were really outta it, weren't you?" he asked, sounding astonished, slowly propping himself up with his left hand, feeling the boy's orange locks with white on the rim tickling his face. "Why'd you run off in the first place? The news about Aizen was that shocking?"

Ichigo lifted his head, blinking. "No, not really, I just..." He took in some air slowly, releasing it after a while, uncoiling his fingers from the rough fabric slowly once Renji removed his hand from his back. "Felt like running."

"Well don't do it again so suddenly, scared the shit outta me." he growled, sounding concerned, yet scolding the orange haired sixteen year old at the same time. "That Sabrina girl was weird, and that old play of kiss-the-hand-blow-it is so old," He shuddered from disgust, "besides...we should worry about telling the others, yet, I don't know if I can leave you alone for a few minutes without throwing a fit and running off again...to who knows hell where."

Ichigo slumped his shoulders. "I'm fine," he said with a threatening edge to his tone, "besides Hichi– I mean, I want that day to come more than anyone. I'll kill him this time."

"Rearing to go, as usual, ain't ya?" Renji chuckled, standing and running his left hand's fingers through his hair, feeling a leaf in there as he pulled it out, both staring at it once he brought it in front of their vision. Orange. "That's some weird...coincidence, I guess."

"That's worse," Ichigo sighed, pointing with his right hand to the red leaf on the side of them, "I hate that astronomy crap. Fortune telling...reading the cards, palm reading, crap."

"You could never know Ichigo, this could be a sign of the outcome." the Zabimaru possessor frowned, looking displeased, the red leaf broken and crippled, the orange off way better, only torn from top to halfway. "And I don't like it."

Ichigo nodded slowly, taking the orange leaf out of his friend's hand, tossing it to the side as he turned, walking off with a deep scowl. "It's all crap, Renji, don't believe it."

Yet, for some reason, Ichigo felt the same dreadful feeling coil up in his stomach, the worse was yet to come, and both shinigami knew it. And prayed silently it would be a war where no one would die, except that bastard Aizen.

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Well, I could've made it better, but putting in complete details was really, really never my thing. Anyway, yeah, I'm gonna make up my own war with these guys. Anyway, review, please. It'll encourage me, and I'll try to update this regularly and update my other stories. Inspiration struck me on this one when I watched something with a certain song. Don't know about the title though...if anyone can think of a better title, please suggest away!!