AN: Alright peeps! Here's the deal! I am going through and editing and revising all of my stories, T~T I hope you guys dun hate me and continue to like this story! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, so very sadly. If I did, I would make Ichigo secretly as smart as Kisuke! XD (Oh wait.. he is .)

WARNINGS! : OOC-Ness, Crack from my mind and various other stuffs.

Ichigo's thoughts: 'Shut up, you stupid hollow!'

Talking out loud: "Hey, what's up?"

Setting: During the Winter War After the first meeting with Ulquiorra, Grimmjow never came to the human world, and the Vizards didn't get a chance to meet Ichigo, but they still knew about him.

Pairing(s): Main Pairing- Ichigo x Harribel and some Grimmjow x Nelliel (I might add UlquiHime fluff into the story later so...)

Rated: MA (For mature people and for all the yummy smexy goodness ;3)

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Chapter 1: Shut up.

He woke up to the feeling of cool sweat sticking to his skin. Sitting up, he clenched his jaw, groaning in pain. His breath came out in short rasps, his chest hurt worse than it had in the afternoon, and finally his eyes focused in after a moment of distracting blurs and stars.

The smallest detail starting from the splinter of wood sticking out of his door, to the darker spot on his wall from where something stained it, that's what he saw now. He growled and blinked in flashes, whipping at his eyes, 'What the hell?' the awoken teen thought, scratching at his head through a mess of orange spikes, 'How come I've never seen shit like this before?'

'It's 'cause yer stupid, King.' Ichigo cringed at the sound of the albino's voice. Why couldn't this damn demon just leave him the fuck alone?

'Ughnn... Please just shut up...' Oh, there was shame there, begging the shit head like this, but he was on his last straw; in too much pain to care anymore, 'What have you done to me this time?'

'Ah, so ya have noticed? I was beginin' ta wonder.' Noticed? Naw, what would ever had made him think he had noticed that shit was happening to him and it was all the bastard's fault? Honestly if he hadn't noticed the painful and gradually growing changes that the hollow was inflicting on his body, then he probably should get his I.Q Test results checked. There would be no way they were as smart as they said he was.

The hollow smiled. He always found his King's thoughts rather amusing and they just got funnier the more crazy he got. Demon or not, the hollow had a job to do, one that would make his King a lot more powerful, but one that had taken almost a month to get as far as it was. But it was close, so close the hollow couldn't bear it!

Ichigo panted, and licked his dried lips, wincing at the fowl taste of blood in his mouth, and damning the hollow for what he had done to him. Sharpened teeth, the constant cravings for meat, and not the cooked kind either, hair that had gone feral and ragged, and the exploding aches and pains running rampant all over his body as it tried to reject whatever poison the albino injected into it.

'I'm serious, Shiro!' he tried again for some answers.

'I don' see wha' tha big deal is, its jus' like puberty, King.' Now the hollow was just fucking with him. And this was so not like puberty, Ichigo was seventeen! He fucking knew what puberty was like by now!

'Shiro! '

'Why don' cha go look in ah damn mirror if yer so anxious ta find ou'?' suggested the albino, attempting to keep this whole situation calm, the kid's mind could only take so much stress before it collapsed and then Shiro would end up stuck inside a brain dead lunatic. Ichigo grunted as he rolled out of his bed, cacooned in his bed sheets, 'Very dignified, King, bravo!' the hollow clapped.

'Shut the hell up! I'm trying, okay?! It's mostly your fault to begin with...'

'Woah, 'kay, le's not play tha Blame Game, yeah?'

'That's the only damn game we know!'

'Really? We should star' plain' so'more, cause this one's gettin' on my nerves, King.' Ichigo rolled his eyes, serving to only give him a major headache. The substitute Shinigami started clawing his way out of the sheets, after what seemed like an hour, pulled himself up with a huff, and stumbled like a drunk man to his bathroom.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL HAPPENED TO MY EYES?" Ichigo screeched, waking up every one from his neighborhood to the next county. Thank the gods that his family had left just a few hours ago, leaving no one in the house to investigate Ichigo's hidden problems. Not that Rukia hadn't been trying to figure out his behavior but there was one thing Ichigo was good at, and that was getting what he wanted. It wasn't always easy, but what he wanted was to keep his loved ones safe; his friends and family needed to be utterly oblivious to what was going on inside him. This was his fight, not his dad's, not Rukia's, or Renji's, or even Ole Hat n' Clogs!

Rukia, thank the heavens, hadn't been living with Ichigo for a while because her, stoic bastard, of a brother wouldn't let her sleep in a teenage boy's closet. Which was okay with him, he didn't have to explain all the shit that was going on.

Not that Shiro didn't mind letting his king think to himself for awhile, but he needed to interrupt him before his thoughts focused to much on those close to him. 'King, calm down, yeah? To much stress ain't good for ya. Those are ya "New" eyes. They give ya heightened sigh' like ah hollow has.'

"Hollow's see like this all the time?..." The teen muttered out loud. He stretched out the skin around his eyes, examining them. They looked like molten swirls of gold; shimmering brightly.

The teen had to admit that seeing like this everyday probably wouldn't be so bad, it might come in handy, right? The hollow allowed a dark chuckle to escape. That's what he liked most about the interesting teenager, his weakness. Ichigo's one thing that made him vulnerable: His curiosity. The king loved to learn and soaked up new things and knowledge like a sponge. Yet another secret Shiro knew that no one else did.

'I'm still workin' on yer sense o' smell and yer hearing, bu' those will mos' 'ikely end up appearin while yer asleep.' he snickered. Ichigo suddenly stopped, realizing what he had been doing.

He blinked once. Twice. Then punched his fist right through the nearest wall. He hated this! He hated that he was slipping up, losing control, curiosity or no...

Ogihci Shirosaki was tearing down his walls.

And Ichigo was letting him. Shiro cackled, 'Ya ain't much fer keepin' secrets, King, at least no' fer me. It s'not hard ta figure ya out.'

"Shut up," Ichigo muttered out. He had used those two words so many times he'd lost count. That wasn't the sad part, though. The dumbass inside his mind never listened! The words became empty, meaningless, and almost playful even. He groaned in frustration.

'I hate ta tell you this, buddeh, but Ya know ya can't help it, ya wanna, no... ya need ta know tha unknown, ya have ta figure stuff ou' it's ah impulse o' yers. Ya can't hide it from me, or ya'self, face it, King... you want to be a Hollow.'

Ichigo didn't answer. He was afraid to, he knew it was at least a little true. Pretty much since Ichigo had been turned into a substitute shinigami, he had had a secret, un-healthy, obsession with Hollows. They were the one thing, besides Urahara Kisuke, that he couldn't figure out.

Shiro wanted to say something on that note, like "I told ya so" or what ever, but he never got the chance. There was a bunch of noisy shit happening back in the teen's room. 'Oi, King, are ya okay?' the albino frowned. Ichigo's heart was racing and he keeled over, covering his ears desperately. Ah, okay, now it was obvious... the kid's new hearing had kicked in.

'Ow! Shit! What was that?!' he thought frantically, head pounding.

'Serious? Ya'd think I'd know? Come on, King, think!' retorted the albino.

'Can't at the moment thanks to you! 'He shot back.

'Oh... yeah... sorry.'

There was another sound that made Ichigo flinch and flatten himself against the wall. Something clicked inside his body, and Ichigo had the strange urge to hunt down whatever the hell had broke into his territory... and rip it apart. Some sort of hunting instinct, maybe? Whatever it was, it sent jolts of anger running through his body, and he gave off a muffled growl. Shiro was literally doing jumping-jacks, left and right inside the kid's head out of excitement. The teen heard the intruder stop in the middle of his room, shifting their weight from their left leg to their right.

Ichigo's heart was pounding, not from fear, but from the adrenaline. This was giving him such a high. His nose twitched, a some-what familiar smell reaching his nose, but more elevated. Shiro thought it was kind of do to the adrenaline that his King's senses were pushing into action so soon, but he still thought it wasn't necessarily healthy. Oh well, shit happens.

Ichigo edged his way out of his bathroom and crept through the shadows of his dark room, silently. He could see the silhouette of a woman standing near his bed in the moonlight, and he thought it looked familiar. Shiro, though, kept blocking his mind with images of lions hunting down and tearing apart a gazelle. The teen paused, 'What. The. Fuck. Shiro?'

'What? Its jus' a lil' motivation.' Ichigo rolled his eyes, and got back to his original objective.

Wow, he was totally messed up.

He crept closer, until he was almost directly behind the woman. Stepping closer, he froze, as the floor boards creaked under his feet; officially alerting the intruder to his presence. 'Way to go, King!' Snarled the hollow.

'Shut up, I'm not letting her escape!' he reassured the other sharing his body. And thus, he kept his word. Right as the woman attempted to turn around he pounced, pushing her up against the wall, and just barely stopped himself from using his teeth to rip into her neck when he heard, "K-Kurosaki-kun?!" his eyes widened; his jaw snapping shut just inches from her skin.

'No! No, no, no, no, no, no!' had he seriously been thinking about eating one of his closest friends? Well, okay, he hadn't known it was her at the beginning but still! Ichigo felt his stomach start to churn, and he threw himself against the opposite wall, holding back the vomit crawling up his throat.

'Shit! No, why'd it haf ta be her?' Shiro groaned. 'I needed it to be someone else, anyone!' the hollow was practically crying in desperation. Shinigami could never understand, but hollows' had a mindless, killing instinct that was far worse than an animal. If a hollow started a hunt or a fight, they impulsively had to finish it, or it fucked with their heads.

Ichigo was trembling, breathing hard, trying to think of anything but what he'd just done. Then the god damn innocent, caring, woman she was, Inoue Orihime was running over to him. He heard her exclaim in concern, and curled away from her touch, digging his nails into the wall behind him."Kurosaki-kun please! If your hur-"

"Get away from me!" He felt his arm connect with her abdomen, and then she was gone. He heard a thud, something falling from the wall, glass shattering, and the smell of blood stronger than ever. "Gahhh! UGAHHHHHHH!" Ichigo's hand shot up to his chest. It felt like it was being stabbed over and over and over…

'King! Stay awake! Ya haf ta get ta tha' badge o' yer's, fast!' Ichigo jerked back into consciousness. He tried to focus, his mind attempting to reach through the hyperventilating explosion that was it's owner, and searching until it forced the teen to spot the Shinigami Badge that was sitting on the corner of his desk.

Ichigo really didn't know how he did it, but he managed to get on his stomach, and he started crawling towards his desk, holding back a scream every time he moved. His desk really wasn't that far from him, but in that moment it felt like it was all the way over in the next town.

'Com'on King, yer almost there!' Ichigo whimpered, his whole body trembling in pain. What the hell was going on?! Why was all of this happening to him? Ichigo stopped trying to figure it out, he didn't need to get distracted at the moment.

The teen made it to his rolling chair and wrapped his arm around the seat of it.

'D-damn it! I… I c-can't… Shi… ro…' and he fell, the chair rolling away from him; he lost his last chance to get the badge. He curled up on his bedroom floor, convulsing, panting, and silently praying for help. Thus, someone saw fit to give it to him. He felt small arms wrap around him, trying to help him up. "Ino…ue?" he wasn't even sure the name actually came out of his mouth. Of course it was her, there was no one else there, yet...

"Kurosaki-kun, I'm not sure what's going on but," she started hauling him close enough to the desk for him to reach his arm out and grab the strap connected to it. Now if only he could do that, "I have to help you in any way I can, because, you're the person who's the most important to me! "She sounded so, so determined, so courageous, so not Inoue. Okay, Ichigo was in a lot of pain, but when Orihime starts acting out of proportion, everyone in the whole fucking world should be very afraid. Regardless of how she was acting, it gave him the strength to grab his badge, push Inoue as gently as possible away from him again, and press it to his chest; everything went white.

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"Ichigo? Ichigo my darling, wake up, it's time..." Ichigo grumbled out an unintelligent response, until his eyes un-zipped and he sat up in a flash. Sitting there, next to him, smiling like she always had, was...

"Mom?!" He stared, his jaw already resting comfortably on the floor. Her smile stretched wider seeing her cute son act so outrageously shocked.

"Well of course it's me silly! Who'd you think it was, your father?"

"Definitely not." the teen deadpanned. No his father would have tried to knock his head off, not wake him up with a 'Darling' and a gentle shake. His mother laughed, knowing full and well how her husband acted towards his son. That was actually what she needed to explain to him. "Mom?"

"Hmm? Yes honey?"

"Tell me it was a dream... Tell me you didn't die, please..." he muttered, suddenly reverting back to his cowardly childishness that was present when Masaki was alive. He grabbed onto her shirt, trying to hold back the tears. He had always done that, no matter where, when, or why, if Ichigo was sad then he would just cling to his beloved mother similar to a barnacle; a very bad habit of his.

Regardless, Masaki drew him closer to her and practically cradled the teen, rubbing his back. "I'm sorry, Ichigo... but I can't tell you that..." She whispered and the same emotions Ichigo felt the first time he knew his mother was dead came flooding back along with the images from that night. Masaki smiled again, trying to hold back a laugh. Ichigo frowned and looked up at her,

"What the hell is so funny" Masaki whacked him across the head and scowled a scowl very similar to his own,

"Watch your mouth, young man!" she scolded. Ichigo was actually surprised, Ole Goat face had never really scolded him before, and when Yuzu did, she just asked him politely to stop and he listen. The only thing he could compare this too, was when Unnohana-san "kindly" ordered him to remain in his hospital bed after he saved Rukia. "As for your question, I just was so glad to see that you still had emotions. You know, I was hoping you hadn't gone all hard core on your old woman" she stated adding, what she thought, was a teenage term.

Ichigo blinked, the next thing he knew, laughter was flowing out of his mouth like a waterfall. Masaki smiled and joined in, overjoyed to see her son happier than she knew he had been in a long time. The two sat and chatted for a while until the question Masaki had been dreading popped up, "Mom... what's going on anyway? Why are you here? Wait! I'm not... dead, I'm I?!" Masaki sighed. Well here goes everything.

"Ichigo... you're not dead, trust me, you see... the thing is, I'm... not." Ichigo, cocked his head to the side like a toddler,

"Not what?" She gave a nervous smile and then hoped to god that he didn't freak out,

"I'm not, exactly... dead, Ichigo." He blinked. And then-

'WHAT?!" Well, her dreams were smashed. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT DEAD!? I KNOW YOUR DEAD, I SAW YOU! YOUR- I... YOUR BODY WAS TORN TO PIECES MOM!" Masaki clamped his lips between her fingers and gave him a slightly frustrated glare.

"Ichigo, listen. I'm not dead, because my soul never left this world." she explained slowly. Ichigo paused. Wait where exactly was he anyway?! Ichigo finally took the time to look around and his eye balls probably were hanging by that little rope out of his head by now. He couldn't believe this! What the hell was his mom doing in his world. The upside-down skyscrapers, shining and glossed, as if someone had gone through and cleaned every window with window washing fluid, he didn't doubt it, with his mother there.

How had he not noticed that they were in his inner world? Okay, really this was just un-real.

"Is this a dream?" He finally asked skeptically. Masaki laughed again, but Ichigo frowned when she suddenly became more lighter in skintone, clothing colors; in fact, his whole inner world was beginning to... fade? His mother cupped his cheeks and looked at him with soft eyes,

"I can't believe how handsome you are... my darling little boy..." she smiled fondly, motherly. It was a type of smile he hadn't seen since he was nine. "Ichigo listen, you're going to have to leave soon, bu-"

"Wha- Wait! NO! I won't leave! What if y-" She grabbed him and held him in a tight hug, a tear streaming down her not-all-there face, she didn't want to do this again, she didn't even know if he could come back to his Inner world again. The Hollow had promised he could come back whenever he wanted and that was what she was going to promise him too.

"Ichigo... I swear to GOD I will be here when you come back... anytime you need me I'll help you... but for now you need to listen to me!" Ichigo fell silent and his eyes grew determined again, filled with that flame he always carried and nodded. Masaki continued, "The girl, Orihime-chan was it? She needs your help. It has something to do with an Arrancar with green tears. The other thing you have to do; you must destroy Souske Aizen and take command of the Hogyoku." Masaki was dead serious, it was beyond imperative that he kill that man and get the stone from his hands, otherwise the shinigami would still end up winning, even without her son's help. "Shirosaki-kun and myself will be here to help you along every step of the way, I promise-"

"Wait, how do you know Shiro?"

"I love you Ichigo, I hope I'll see you very soon, my darling son." She kissed his forehead and leaned back, smiling.

All Ichigo did was blink, and Masaki Kurosaki was gone... as was the rest of his inner world.

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"Ya know, yer one scareh bitch, Saki-chan." the albino's eyes narrowed. He was always on edge around this woman. He didn't care how nice she was to King or anyone else, he still didn't trust her, and with good reason too.

Masaki put on another polite smile, walking up to a now frozen Shiro and wrapping her arms around him, "Now, now Shirosaki-kun... is that any way to talk to your Mother?" she whispered, a small blue reishi bow now pointed at his head.

Shiro's smile was sinister and filled with insanity, "Ah, sorry...Kaachan"

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When he opened his eyes the first thing he registered in his head was that he felt sore all over and really, really cold. Or at least his chest did. "Shit. What the hell just happened?" He groaned and sat up, shaking his head to clear it.

Shiro, pretending nothing had never really happened just cackled, 'Damn! Tha' was probably tha most intense, life threatin', reckless thing we've ever done… LET'S DO IT AGAIN!' Shiro shouted out, excitement clearly evident in his tone.

'Glad you found that so amusing, because I didn't.' Ichigo was suddenly annoyed with his hollow. Was he crazy? For crying out loud they nearly just died! 'Oi! Shiro! How do you know my Mom anyway?' he growled to the hollow.

'Eh? Wha does Saki-chan haf'ta do with this?' Saki-chan?! What. The. Fuck. Ichigo was about to beat the hell out of his demonic double for referring to his mother in such an informal way, but was distracted by a certain orange/brunette.

"Kurosaki-kun! Are you alright?" asked Inoue, sitting down next to him.

"Hmm? oh, I'm fine." He answered back, looking up at her. She had that same expression on her face. You know the one where she looks like she's about to cry at a funeral. 'Nice one, King.' Shiro gave him a mental pat on the back.

'Shut up' he muttered. He didn't not like Inoue, but sometimes she was a little too... weak? Well, he would probably have to change that, huh? Ichigo smirked, and then it disappeared as he heard the next few words,

"You don't look like it, Kurosaki-kun, you have a hole in your chest. "Her voice escalated to almost a shriek as she pointed at his chest. 'What? Shiro what is she talking about?' His hand flew up to his chest and it almost went straight through it. He looked down, and felt his heart stop.

'Uh, King. I hate ta break it ta ya, bu' yer heart stopped as soon as ya put tha' badge to yer chest.' Ichigo mentally slapped Shiro.

'You are NOT helping! ' Of course while Inoue was babbling on about how "bad" this was, Ichigo was exploring his "new" features. Okay so, he counted four things different about him. One: he had a hole in his chest. Two: he had two white demonic looking horns on his head. Fragments of his mask, maybe? They made him kinda look like the devil, actually. Three: his cloths were completely shredded. Literally the only thing covering his body was the Shinigami uniform pants, and Four: his Zanpakuto looked different. It was the size of a normal Zanpakuto complete with a red sheath and two black thin braided ropes tied around a white hilt. After all that sunk in, he said the first thing that popped in his brain, "Cool."

"Cool? Kurosaki-kun, this isn't cool! You aren't human anymore! Y-You're one of them, just like-" she stopped herself before she finished her rant.

"Just like Ulquiorra?"a small smile appeared on his face as he looked at her shocked one.

"How did you…" she trailed off. An Arrancar with green tears huh? Well I guess she was dead on. Then he noticed something. He reached a hand up and brushed it against the white mask-like fragments attached to her hair where her hairpins used to be. Hmm, she smelled, different. She actually smelled a lot like him. A lot like a hollow? But where was her energy?

"You know, you're different too, Inoue." He smiled at her. "You going somewhere?" He asked her in a calm tone. Getting up and walking over to his closet; he started pulling out a change of clothes.

"N-no! What makes you ask that?" She stuttered, nervousness creeping into her tone.

"Oh, I dunno, maybe because you are hiding your reiatsu behind that bracelet on your wrist, and you just admitted to knowing about Ulquiorra..." He pulled on a white wife-beater, and started pulling off his ripped up pants in favor of putting on some black jeans. Orihime blushed,

"Sorry..." She muttered, knowing full and well now that she wouldn't be able to do anything, Kurosaki-kun would try to keep her hear and Ulquiorra would come looking for her and everything would just capsize to hell.

"That doesn't make any sense, Inoue." He sighed, pulled on a black hoodie, grabbed his old tattered white belt from his Shinigami uniform, and tied it around his waist. Sliding his sheathed Zanpakuto into said belt behind him, he started towards his open window. No telling when the Shinigami would find out everything that just happened and come a running. He glanced back at the woman behind him, "There isn't any reason to apologize to me, I don't care... now, you coming or not?" he asked.

"Yes?" She agreed in a little confusion. Was this really, Kurosaki Ichigo?

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AN: Alright! I hope you enjoyed this new version of the first chapter and I will try to have the others changed within the next week. I hope you'll review, cause the lord knows, Authors need to survive off those things... . I tried to keep Ichigo dark like before, except for that mushy part when he saw his mother, anyway I hope you'll enjoy this story even more now that I have changed it a little, and I am actually shooting for at the very least, 10 chapters before this might be over, it just depends how big of a plot I can make! Please read, love, and review my lovely story, because if you don't Saki-chan will come and shoot you in your sleep! XD