Hello

I hope you like this.

It is Tony/Loki/Ichigo story, with hints of others.

It is also Unbeta, sorry, working on my grammar.

I may also change the tile later on.

Ichigo stare at the room that was his and still is his if he didn't leave. The bed was made and the window close, floor clean and clear. The closet fill with clean clothes organize. The desk clear and empty likewise his computer. It was all empty, all the files were transfer USB, those important, the rest were delete. Even if from the hard drive, it was like it was brand new computer, old but clean computer. Only he and a letter remain that told he was alive and using this room.

But Ichigo, sitting in the chair of his desk, sighed. Even now, he was trouble with guilty. But he needed to face with horrible truth. He couldn't stay any longer without going crazy. His room was proof of that. There were too many memories, too many similarities. Sometimes he did know if he was living or live.

The window harshly opened countless of time, countless of time being hit awake from bed because of emergencies or he was too tired to defend himself from his father. Countless of times, he stay up doing homework, or other normal things like emails after he was finish fighting hollows. Multiples times did Rukia slept in his closet or Renji or others. Or how they use his room to stored their fake bodies. There were too many memories in his room, in his house, in his life in general.

There was no where he could go and not be face with a memory as his time as a Shinigami. If not, memory of time he spent with his friends. Which, it was there that the painfully similarities came to be. He couldn't see souls much less fight them. But he knew the sound of the window opening harsh, the scurrying of movement of people. He knew when Karin made excuses or used a soul to fight hollows. Now that her reiatsu was too high that call hollow and need to be control. He knew the way his friends were dealing with the hollows, excuse during school, running in the streets, study times, fail grades.

Because he knew, it hurt him. But not so much as how they handle him like broken toy soldier. They were caution of what they said. They made sure to check their strength when they patted him or punch. He was not a baby. He didn't need satin gloves. He understands he didn't have powers. But he was not weak. He wasn't breakable. He was crack but not broken. Why do the others can't see that, is what he wonders. He was hurt because they saw he weak. There was different between a broken solider and weak. A broken solider was treat like a solider still, with dignity and respect. A weak person is treated worst than a child, and useless thing something that needs to handle with care or it disintegrates.

Ichigo sigh, grab the USB and pocket it, grab his jacket and place it on. He stood in the middle of his room, taking it all in, the silence, the aloneness, and the memories. No one from soul society visited him. Not even his boyfriend, if that was what one could call it. Two soul craving something they can't have is more like it. His father was with Karin fighting and hanging out with Kisuke. Yuzu had taken Kon as constant companion, as she was becoming more powerful.

Grabbing the small wolf wood statue Ichigo made, as an attempt to reconnect to normal life, Ichigo placed it on top of the letter. Before leaving, walking slowly to the front door, Ichigo let the feeling of familiarity soak into his soul one last time. Stopping at the front door, Ichigo place his phone and keys at the small stand table by the door. He was not coming back. Ichigo look back once more before leaving to the airport.

Ichigo love them, but like he wrote. Take the fangs of a wolf, doesn't make it docile. Just like petting a wolf doesn't make a dog.