A/N: Hey, came up with this story really randomly- hadn't planned it! I'm having a small break from Kiss The Girl in case anyone was wondering but I will be back soon. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and read my stories, I wouldn't still be writing without you! I don't own Bleach- sorry!
Chapter 1
Hichigo was burning with rage, once again he had been banished to the inner realm by his bastard 'King'. That pathetic moron Ichigo had forced him from his body just as he was about to consume him, but Hichigo would be back- he was never going to give up until he had revenge on his 'Master', he would consume Ichigo fully and make him watch as he ripped everything he loved to shreds and paraded gleefully in the chaotic aftermath. Yes. Ichigo was going to suffer. Hichigo would have to wait a while though their recent fight had wonded him more than he had expected from his 'good' other half, he had almost been wiped from existence completely, it would take time to regenerate his energy and power in order to completely inhabit the unsuspecting red-head's body...
"Um...Ichigo, are you...sure...your alright?" the auburn princess asked her prince as once again he flared his reiatsu up, a confused look setting into his handsome features- he'd been flaring up his reiatsu all the while they'd been walking home, and everytime that confused look would appear upon his face. At his love's words Ichigo flared his reiatsu back down and gave her a small, reassuring smile, his chocolate orbs softening at the worry that was contaminating his girlfriend's flawless beauty. "Yes Hime, I'm fine" his voice was exasperated and accompanied by a roll of his eyes making the curvy healer blush in embarrassment. Sensing her feelings Ichigo leaned down and placed a chaste kiss upon her delicate lips, causing her blush to deepen by several shades! Grabbing her soft hand in his own calloused one the couple continued walking, a confortable silence hanging over them, untill... "um...Ichigo, why do you keep flaring your reiatsu?" Orihime asked timidly, seriously wishing she hadn't when dead, unnerving silence answered her, glancing up slowly she saw the look of indecision upon her boyfriend's face- she could tell he was having an internal battle (the second this week including the one with his hollow) whether he should tell her or not. Answering his debate Orihime snuggled up close to him where he stood, her face the picture of innocence and curiosity, batting her long eyelashes at him. Sighing Ichigo settled his arm around her curvacious waist and pulled her closer, bracing himself for her reaction. "Hime, I can't feel my Hollow any more- I think I've killed him"...
Back inside the inner realm Hichigo was laughing hysterically! That weak bastard thought he'd killed him- as if! The revelation of his better half's words sunk in- Ichigo thought he was dead, he couldn't feel him- finally he could get his revenge! If he could rebuild his energy without Ichigo sensing he could consume the poor bastard without him knowing, fearing what evil was mysteriously overcoming his defenseless body- he would only be able to feel himslef slowly slipping away bit by bit into the inner world until he was trapped and then Hichigo would be the King! He would make the whimpering idiot watch as he tore apart his family, his friends and his stupid, simpering princess- not before taking him for himself, hearing her scared screams rip their way from her delicate throat for Ichigo to hear. Ooooh, revenge was going to be sweet!