First, I'm going to assume that Ichigo went into a 3-month coma in this fanfic. Also I don't own the characters. I mostly do this for fun. Yey! About the fanfic, this is really going to be get dark especially Hell is involved. Well, that is because I wanted to see strong-willed characters (with a golden heart), who go through everything but still fine, feel hopelessness and alone. Making them do bad decisions which they think is for a good cause. Ichigo just happened to be the character I chose.

I don't own Bleach. Title Kubo owns it.

Anyway please enjoy! :)

Chapter 1

Part 1 : You'll Never Break Me

He jolted awake and he expected his family to be there. They weren't there.

Ichigo breathed deeply. He clenched his chest as he gasped in pain. He curled. Where? Where?! What is he missing this time? The bed sheets were wet from his sweat. His warm brown eyes were unfocused. Tears clouded his vision. He hastily wiped them with the blanket. Someone! He spasmed. He opened his mouth to take more air in. Someone! He tried to stop the tears. He really did. They came down falling on his palm. The nightmares… While in coma, he was stuck in his nightmares. It always started like this. He woke up. No one was with him. Some medical instruments that kept him alive and his possessions on their original place were the only company the boy could feel comfortable. It made the pain tolerable. Speaking of it, he would feel the churning every now and then. Unlike the pain in his nightmares, the current pain churned his insides like acid was poured all over him. Racing out of his room. He would force himself to go down the stairs. Feeling his bones melting. His lungs burned as he drowned of uncertainty. Tripping every now and then. And he raised his head only to immediately look down. Death only greeted him. It was only one of the possibilities of his lost to Aizen. Or maybe something else. Like his mind's playing tricks with him. Like a message he couldn't see. Stop thinking, Ichigo.

Nightmares… they were nightmares. The curtains blocked his view to the outside world but a stream of the morning light gave him a hint. He had to make sure this is real. The pain felt real. The bed felt real. Nothing felt fake. Nothing was changed. Nothing felt strange. Nothing was wrong. He grunted when he got out of bed. Lie down! Lie down! No, he had to make sure everything is real. Sleep! You have to sleep! And go back to the nightmare. No. His body protested so did his mind. He took only one step and he was shoved back to the bed. No words were uttered. He did grumble curses under his breath. As he fell back to his bed, he noticed the ringing in his ears. It was deafening. Aside from that, did someone hear his struggle? So this is real. He let himself relax and let a smile adore his face. This never happened in his nightmares. It was short. It was long. It was slow. It was slow so it could rub salt in the fresh wounds. It will never be fast. The windows were forcefully flung open. Ichigo hissed at the stinging brightness. It blinded him at his unfocused state. He dropped his head on his hands. He breathed. In. Out. He breathed. In. Out.

It's real. It IS real. Thank God. No nightmares. This was just his crazy father. He wanted him to rest. It was true. Both of his both and mind were tired. His body was tired of everything while his mind was tired of the nightmares. When he look up, he would see him in his business look. The white coat was on him partnered by a bright Hawaiian shirt and a stethoscope hanging on his neck. When he look up, his face would show disappointment that he failed to follow the doctor's orders but it would eventually break down to a goofy grin. His father would jump at him, not caring that he just woke up from his coma, but Ichigo would kick him away. Then Ichigo will be awake for the rest of the day. Just like the usual. Just like the usual.

Then he looked up with a scowl, hoping to see his father just like what he imagined, but it terrified him. He couldn't breathe. His body was fueled with high dose of terror. It wouldn't move. The epitome of darkness was staring down at him. What he saw was the humanoid creature that left trail of blood wherever it go.

Their teeth were small but their smile was big. It stretched until it was beside their eyes, giving Ichigo an eerie vibe. Their eyes told Ichigo stories of madness. Charcoal black pupils were like haunting orbs in the white milky sclera. It was like an endless black hole, He hated those eyes. It was tempting him to give in. It promised lots of finding pleasure in everything by not regarding common sense. InSaNiTy. Their body was like a slouching kushanada. The spine and the few uncut blood vessels were the only ones connecting the upper and lower torso. Unlike the kushanada, organs were hanging on their upper torso. The two lungs were deteriorating like it had cancer. Endless blood would spontaneously spill on the sheets when it would suddenly move. Thus, leaving a trail of blood. They couldn't walk like a kushanada would do. Those hell's guards walked and ran like a monkey. But this one, the thing in front of Ichigo, like humans, walk, run, prance, and others but they make it more disturbing.

Ichigo cringed at the sight and brought up his hands to pathetically shield himself. This creature, they had always chased him when he only got out of his room and he woke up with this. Behind his hands, he stared at those mad eyes. They purred at his reaction. The body was larger than Ichigo's. They could easily rip him in half or worse take advantage of him. Screaming would not do anything if they would rape him. If they would torture him. If they would subjugate him.

The creature feeding on him. He dared to say. A demon.

"Let me be a part of you." They purred. How many times does he have to say that? In every nook of this bad dream, they would always ask that. Ichigo dragged himself away but the demon followed. "Let me be a part of you." They purred again. Their face nuzzled in the human's palms. The skin was dry that he could feel the faint wrinkles of the demon's face. Hitting the bedpost, he climbed up to get away. He made an attempted to kick the demon but the demon put their hands on his legs, putting their weight. Ichigo was between the wall and the demon. He steeled his mind and pushed the demon. It was his mind but not his body. He could not feel his arms. His body. It was working on their own. He did push the demon but the strength wasn't there.

"N-No." How many times does he have to say that? Ichigo pushed his all. It was pathetic. He was pathetic. He wanted his hollow to say that to him right now and save his ass. He was gone. Same for Zangetsu-no-Ossan. If he were to accept the demon, he would lose them. If he lose them, what would happen to him? Will they come back? Will they beat him if he ever waver in his path? He hoped so.

Once the human stopped struggling and his mind wandered off, the demon frowned and grabbed his wrists. Ichigo bit his lips to prevent himself from gasping. He made eye contact with them. His eyes told the demon of his solid resolve. Disgruntled of the lack of answer, they rose from their slouching to towering the human and slammed his hands to the wall. Ichigo grunted. Their grip tightened that made Ichigo writhed.

"I will give you power." Ichigo piqued in interest. It was what he needed to escape from this messed up world then he could go and protect everyone again. That was all he need. Ichigo choked at the realization and hid his head. He could wait until he died. That way, he could learn to be normal. Disgusted by the words of the demon, he gulped as he glared. Power was what he sacrificed so he could save anyone. He chose to do it and he let himself lose parts of himself…

He lost parts of himself and this demon was asking him to-

"Your offer is rejected." He spat. Saying those words hurt his lung. He looked at the demon's face, searching for a sign of discontent. It came eventually. The demon inhaled sharply then released it as a scream directed at him. It bounced around the room like it was the only place existing in the world. With his eyes closed, Ichigo paired it with his own scream as it hurt his ears, yelling for them to stop. The demon closed their mouth and glared at the human. It left a loud ringing in his ears. The room was moving in layers all of the sudden. The first layer was the demon in front of him with their unforgiving eyes. The second layer was his room with his belongings suspiciously emitting soft screams. The final layer was the miasma. All were flowing around in a disoriented way.

The demon broke his right hand while he was in a daze. It brought him back to his current situation before he screamed. They abruptly let go and jumped out of his bed. The demon paced in a circle around his room. Ichigo, who was holding his broken hand, watched in distrust. They stopped to stare at the injury they inflicted. Ichigo couldn't identify their look but he flinched under it. The reaction the demon gave was surprising. They apologetically whined before pacing around, probably to think their method through. With his bangs covering his eyes, he could make out the path to the door. He needed to get help. He was desperate. A demon was confining him. But what if… what if it's fruitless. He says, fuck the consequences.

Ichigo jumped out of the bed. He rushed to the door. Unexpectedly, the demon didn't gave any chase out of him. He swung it open, almost crashing on the wall in a hurry. He panted as he ran through the corridor before turning left. He went downstairs. He was tripping every now and then. He raised his head, only to immediately look down. Death greeted his eyes again. The dead family and the dead friends. Their heads were attached to their body this time but they were rotating 360 degrees. Their neck had snapped before Ichigo came. Probably an unknown force did it. They stopped in his direction after the third turn.

There were no pupils in their eyes. They were rolled back in their head and they didn't seemed to have the intention to return so they could look at him with disappointed eyes. Even without them, it was enough to bring Ichigo to drop on his knees. The frozen faces of everyone he tried to save were haunted. He cried and cursed his damn soul. He paid no attention to the destruction around him. The wet splatters of flesh on concrete and the breaking of the dislocated bones were slowly directing him to madness.

"Don't you see? This is what happens when you reject us." A hand caressed his tear-stained cheek. Ichigo didn't need to look behind him. They were giving him a cold stare like an emotionless scientist ready to experiment on pain.

"No, this is just a nightmare."

"A nightmare that speaks of truth."

"I can live with it since this is just a nightmare."

Just a nightmare. That's right. Just a nightmare. That's right. Don't deny it.

"If that's what you think, you're going to be stuck here for a long time."

And that was the first week of his coma. May there be more nightmares to come in those 11 weeks. May the demon, Glass Child, complete his mission in favor of Hell.

"Oh, and this dream is just starting." Harsh cheeks cuddled on the human's face. "We promised that we will accompany you through all this."

Help me. Help me. Help me. The Protector chanted those words like a prayer. Ease the pain. Ease it! If you can, please, ease the pain. It was hopeless. Help me. Anyone. Oyaji. Karin. Yuzu. Urahara-san. Yoruichi-san. Rukia. Renji. Uryuu. Chad. Byakuya. Kenpachi. Orihime. Okaa-san. The rest of the Gotei 13. Visords. Arrancars. Aizen. He didn't care if Aizen managed to plan a prison break immediately then saved his ass. Ichigo would forever be grateful and personally kicked him back to prison but he would everyday pay a visit to him. As long as he was saved.

In three months, Ichigo continued to reject the demon so did the nightmares. In three months, he lost count of his bad dreams. It targeted his insecurities and fears. It mocked his memories. It mocked his existence. More importantly, it mocked his mother. Still, he fought. It left him a big consequence. The demon who desperately wanted Ichigo to let them be a part of him had the last laugh.

When Ichigo woke up, he wasn't the Kurosaki Ichigo that everyone knew. When he woke up, it acted like Ichigo. When he woke up, it talked like Ichigo. When he woke up, it felt like Ichigo.

"Hey, Ichigo," Keigo put the flower vase down on his desk. Mizuiro came in on his phone with Chad who was carrying two bags. It has been 3 days since Ichigo woke up and he was still on bed after his father ordered him to do. Ever since his three friends came to visit, he was staring outside his window. His friends guessed that was because he missed those 3 months of his life.

"What is it.. Keigo?" Ichigo never moved an inch.

"Did you ever had a dream when you're in a coma?"

"No, I didn't dream anything at all. If I were to describe my experience, it was like being shrouded in freezing darkness that I craved for warmth somehow." Ichigo's shoulder relaxed and finally looked at his friends. There was the scowl he always displayed.

Mizuiro put his cell phone down and smiled. There was the Kurosaki Ichigo he know. He, Keigo, and Chad are the only people Ichigo trusted that he would speak to them with simple floral words. For him to talk like that right now, it was surprising. It must be because he just woke up, finding himself powerless.

And nobody suspected a thing.

What's his fate now? Ichigo thought of possible reasons why would the demon do this. Everyone was deceived. Whatever happened, he would gripped on sanity.

Part 2 : Too Bad Your Relationship is Fake

Glass Child is a misleading name but anyone, who have seen the demon, sees a trail of blood wherever it goes.

Master's nightmares were delicious. Glass Child couldn't help themselves. They were a demon, the kind that torment their victims mentally and even physically if they want to. Only it was rare for demons to do that. With just being present, they already affected Master through endless nightmares while he slept. Master could fight his nightmares, Glass Child hoped. They held themselves back from tormenting Master. They hadn't harassed anyone for a long time so being tempted to harass Master was a big burden in their defense. Instead, they took a bite on Master's nightmares. They were delicious. The taste of fear and desperation. It tingled their severed body in pleasure.

Too bad, they had to take a bite or just a nibble. Nightmares started to increase so they went into the dreams. It was only one week and they were starting to grow impatient. That's why… Wake up, Master. Let us be a part of you. He would only run away from Glass Child. He was looking for them. Those spirits are gone! Those two… It angered the demon. Their Master was looking for those spirits. He had Glass Child and he was still looking for those spirits.

What's wrong with us? Why can't he accept the fact that they're gone?

Glass Child wasn't madness. They reassured themselves that. They only lead their victims to leave their sanity for their own gain; a way to pass time. Ichigo wasn't victim. Ichigo is Master and they wanted Master to let them be a part of him. They needed to do this so he could be strong. Master wanted his spirits, who were his powers, back but that could be impossible. If there was a way, then there should be great force delivered into Ichigo. Glass Child thought of it but they wasn't sure if they should do it.

Their energy could corrupt Ichigo.

He didn't know that Glass Child could fill the void. Master didn't want them and that was final. Glass Child had one thing that came to their mind: control his body and show him what they can do. Glass Child would show Master what they could do when Master was absent. They were loyal and pledged that they wouldn't hurt the people he cared until Master accepted them. However, Glass Child wasn't the most gentle demon out there. They were the type to get jealous easily so they located a prison in Ichigo's inner world. It wasn't the prison of the hollow part of their Master.

This place could work. This wouldn't remind of Master about those two spirits. No table. No bed. No windows. The only way for light to come in was through the bars. Chains were what it harbored inside. Master could only be reminded of being chained to the wall. They threw the human consciousness inside it. Ichigo's arms were bruised noodles; his face was constrained in fear. He was delivering punches to the demon's arms before he endured being subdued by the chains. Not without a fight. He yanked his hand when the demon was about to put it on him. He yelled that he was King. He couldn't let the demon do this to him. To be restrained like an animal, he didn't want that. Glass Child mercilessly kicked him once and planted their foot on his chest harshly. They successfully put the shackles on and waved as they went out of the plain dark prison. That was months ago.

His chained arms reached for the bars but it was out of reach. His body was covered with chilling darkness. It was cold and hateful because Ichigo was out of place. Wherever he is… it didn't want him. He should be King. Ichigo should be out there. He could be the Horse. No problem with that except his hollow is outside while he is inside, looking out.

There was only one deal; don't be a fucking Prisoner.

His eyes were no longer warm but void brown. His face slowly twisted at the bitterness. His hand that was reaching for the bars crashed heavily. Ichigo wailed for himself. He lifted his aching hand and slammed it hard. He snarled and his eyes finally shed some light. It glinted as he took everything out in a fit of anger. He screamed profanities. Damn those bars. Damn these chains. It was why he couldn't reach it. He trashed even more. The demon sensed him being restless and sent some comforting messages. It was bittersweet but those whispered words were taunting him. Ichigo was no longer the King of this world.

Fuck you.

The demon came out of nowhere and, with the nightmares, wrapped him in their fingers. He knew he was hearing things. They were leading him to the exit. The other exit where nothing else matters. InSaNiTy. They wanted to play as him as he struggled. That was what the demon wanted, right? If he didn't, they would use Ichigo's body to murder everyone. The whispers said so. The demon would come around and still ask him that question. Many times had it asked, many times Ichigo had almost gave in. He wouldn't give in as he was the Protector.

Why was nobody suspecting a thing? It angered him. They were his family and friends. Why couldn't they know it wasn't him? Ichigo raged, despaired, hated, and many more. And so, the emotions fuelled the demon. The whispers encouraged him. It said to go on. It laughed as he considered.

Glass Child wanted to make their Master proud. They studied and made their Master's grades high. Amazingly, Master was now one of the top 10 all thanks to Glass Child. They smacked 'his' grades on Master's friend, the Quincy. They taunted Uryuu just like how their Master would do. The Quincy almost got suspicious about how 'he' almost acted mature. After they could call it a day, before they went to sleep, Glass Child had to make a report. Feeling giddy, they pinched their Master's arm out of habit.

Will Master let them be part of him?

They couldn''t wait for him to say yes. 'He' threw 'his' head back and landed on the soft bed as 'he' entered the inner world.

The inner world was changing. Not that they minded. Change was good so when was it bad? Depends on whose side won. The town was plagued with gloominess. The deserted streets was taken over by black vines. The skies were distorted. The moon was still full silver. When they arrived in the prison, Glass Child was coldly rejected. Glass Child heard it again. No. They tore the cell open and beaten their Master. Broken-hearted, Glass Child left him just as broken as their heart was. They left the prison like it was a murder scene. With their blood splattered on the cold ground and a wrecked boy.

Glass Child thought. Maybe Master wanted his sisters… They praised Ichigo's sisters every time they had a chance and it seemed to make them happier. One openly showed her affection while the other hid it. They knew how to deal with those kind of persons. Praise less and the younger twin come back to them. Praise more and the older twin will come back to them. Both were asking for more and they didn't even know it. Glass Child balanced it. They didn't want any sibling rivalry for their brother's praises. Glass Child and the two spirits got one and Master didn't take it well. Glass Child thought it was enough when they were closer than before.

How fake is this relationship?

They came back from the inner world. It changed yet again. There was fog that it was hard to navigate through it. They managed though. The streetlights helped. Their instincts too. When they got there, the prison was repaired and Master was sitting by the wall. The demon kneeled. Their heads bowed, ashamed, and asked for Master's forgiveness then they politely asked that same question. He learned that from the younger twin. Same answer but harsher tone. With gurgled choking and haunting tone, they shouted threats.

That they would find the slowest torture they could find and make his family wish that they are dead. They would subjugate his sisters and make them a high-ranking human pig's sex slaves. The soul of his mother would be found by Glass Child and make her forget the love she had for her family. His father would be mercy killed by Ichigo after he witnessed the deflowering of his daughters.

That if he rejected Glass Child again. Glass Child made sure that the threats attacked their Master's insecurities. The last threat about his father was the weakest.

Master was speechless. He listened well. His eyes were the epitome of emptiness and agonized InSaNiTy. The dim light brought it out well. The mystic on his mouth had blended in as his face was strained with a scowl. Master shook and weird sounds spilled through his animated curved mouth. Glass Child tilted their head in concern. Hurt? No. His Master had answered. They never heard say yes from Master's lips. He continued to spill those sounds. It continued to grow louder then it stopped.

"You have to think more brutally because the nightmares showed me all of those. I got over them quickly."

Somehow, with that answer, they felt proud of themselves. They managed to make Ichigo laugh. They had amused their Master. Is Glass Child getting close in achieving acceptance from Master?

"We will try our best."

Glass Child wanted to entertain their Master so they took a part-time job from a freelance shop called Unagi Shop. It payed well. They could hear the echo of the laughter across 'his' mind. There were threats too. It didn't bother Glass Child really but Master's threat were getting more and more creative. They were chilling and it was coming from a demon. Master sent visions sometimes. It was amusing. The demon never grew bored during 'his' free time and part-time job. It was amusing. Both the demon and Ichigo were laughing. Be it brutal or just plain simple. The job was great after all. There was the good boss and her child. Just them and some unknown guys who were supposed to be in their job. Maybe that was why the pay was good.

All the demon needed was to be Ichigo.

Pretend that 'he' wasn't a demon.

Nothing less, nothing more. She too fell for it. She considered Ichigo as an irresponsible employee and a little brother.

If no one else was being suspicious about the possessed human, then their mission would be the easiest mission they ever encountered. No challenges because everyone let 'him' mope on 'his' own. If the Shinigami were nosy, they could have notice something happened to 'Ichigo'. The candy shop owner was the only one they had to keep an eye out. Unagiya Ikumi's son, Kaoru, however noticed something wrong with him. Acknowledging the demon's presence in Ichigo was one of their charms. Whenever the child tried to mess with 'him', he knew something and he was discovering it bit by bit.

There were the mind games, one of Glass Child's specialty, but Master was disapproving about using it on a child. Trickery was one of their hobbies and it wouldn't lead to disasters so they tried to trick the kid. They failed because the kid's intuition could be accurate sometimes. Still, the boy didn't have any evidence that 'Ichigo' felt weird. He tried to tell his mother but he was shunned. How is this kid going to change something? Glass Child sensed Kaoru following them before they went to work and after they worked. They didn't expect the kid would one day corner him with his friends.

Glass Child sighed when they heard their Master's name was called out. Uninterested, he turned around and scowled at the kids. He scratched his head.

"What? Still believe I'm an adducted brainwashed human?" Kaoru remained steady at the silly accusation. His friends were behind him, looking nervous.

"What do you think, guys? Do you feel something different about him?" His friends chuckled nervously and avoided the gaze of 'Ichigo'.

"Er, after what you said to us in school, this guy isn't even… you know?" Kaoru jumped at the implied word. "Also, this guy's Kurosaki Ichi-" He wasn't able to say Glass Child's Master completely. Known to win every fight he got into, he was a legend around the town. Delinquents would try to snatch that title but they ended up in the hospital sometimes. That kid knew Master, even Master was surprised for a moment.

"What? Are you telling me he's not weird? But you believed me before!" Kaoru snatched his friend's collar harshly but 'Ichigo' came in between them, looking more irritated.

"Kaoru, you're being rude, don't you know that? They're your friends. I'm pretty sure, they'll stick to you even if you don't have enough evidence about what you accused me for.

Anyway, about this whole set up thing, from what I can remember, I'm normal so knock it off."

Glass Child's acting was probably flawless. The scowl with the irritated vibe from them just screamed "I'm Ichigo!". The others shyly hid their faces and bowed in apology. They went home after 'Ichigo' told them to. One of them whispered that they would be talking with Kaoru tomorrow. Kaoru was ashamed about what happened and his accusation was leading 'nowhere'. He was sure 'Ichigo' was different. As for Glass Child, they weren't sure if they managed to get their Master entertained but they would look forward to Kaoru's uncovering.

Glass Child came back again in the inner world. There weren't no drastic changes though it was still pleasant to the eyes. They asked Ichigo for his opinions about his inner world and they received no answer. The demon asked Ichigo of that question and still they received no answer. Glass Child left, thinking that Master was considering their offer. Glass Child had done some great things. There were minor things too.

They didn't let themselves get carried away by Orihime's interest of Ichigo. They would have blackmail Uryuu and made themselves as the Top 1. However, Uryuu is a friend and this is for the sake of undercover. They would have beaten Tatsuki to pulp and showed her who was stronger. Between a human and a demon, the odds weren't that surprising. Master's sisters were nice or innocent. Glass Child was having a hard time trying to figure out if they wanted to corrupt them or protect them. Failing to think hard about it, they decided to go with the demon's instincts; corrupt them.

If the demon wasn't trying to please their Master, Glass Child would have taken Ichigo's body out of nowhere. Let 'him' disappear in their lives. Start a new life by bringing misery in everyone's lives 'he' came across with. If they ever meet again, 'he' will reveal the truth and destroy Ichigo from inside out. That was the less fun way and it would take more time.

If the demon wasn't trying to please their Master, they would have destroyed the friendship of Ichigo and others. Rebel to make his family miserable. Enjoy every time they try to talk to 'him' and withdraw every time. Kill 'himself' and reveal the truth or reveal then run away with Ichigo's soul. Ruin more lives while enjoying a chase.

Part 3 : Who is the Beaten and the Damned?

The thrill was on the second suggestion.

There was anger swelling in Master. Had he heard Glass Child? Glass Child sent some apologies. They had been walking with Mizuiro and Keigo. They were chattering about something the demon didn't care. Like a stalker, their head was full of Master. They were doing this for MASTER. Killing them was wrong. Master stirred in agreement. They noticed something for over almost 17 months now.

Their Master wanted power. They were offering him power through a deal. The demon didn't want to do it but they would get the spirits back. A sharp cry pierced their sensitive hearing. Glass Child looked over 'his' shoulder as a thief ran passed 'him'. The thrill to hurt someone was coming back hard. For Master, the sake of protection. Glass Child calmly gave Master's bag to their Master's friend. To Hurt and To Protect.

Glass Child moved fast. From others, 'Ichigo' was smiling cruelly. 'His' eyes were shadowed and it brought out the insane glint in them. Master's friends couldn't see 'his' face. The other witnesses were focused on the thief. They were quite relieved after one major slip. For the first time, the demon was promising themselves to batter the thief's face and, with one hit, the thief was down. It left them satisfied so did Master. Oh, Glass Child's head perked up. Master was satisfied because of it. They pleased him. Should they do the same thing again? Beat thieves?

No. They regained their composure.

A guy with leather jacket thanked him. Glass Child almost jumped at the sight of the cross but it wasn't holy. It still gave off power like a hollow's. The guy offered ramen as thanks but Glass Child refused in a fashion like Ichigo's. They ran into him again and again. The offers were all tempting except for the ramen one. They had killed someone after one of his victims grew violent when they were served poorly. Their innocence is justified when their half of power was being used via a deal.

The offer by Ginjou was giving their Master hope. If that made their Master hope, then they would let him get it. If that would pardon the demon from what they did. The only way to start was to wait. Accidents everywhere. It was suspicious but it seemed like to take their Master into what the enemy want. The downsides of the plan would be a possible betrayal and an unexpected rejection. If overwhelmed, they would get Master to accept them or make a deal.

Here Glass Child is. So loyal to their Master. They don't want to give him to Hell's will but that's also sacrificing too much in their part to be with Ichigo. To protect him.

Glass Child waited for opportunity. It was the time Yuzu was attacked with them around. They noticed the anguish and the desperation of Ichigo. They came to a conclusion that they would never their Master fall to the damned world. They didn't care about the attack. They did care is for the outcome though Master was disappointed in the demon for being easily defeated by a weak hollow.

At least they accepted the offer, Glass Child reasoned jokingly. Master scoffed and ventured further in his inner prison.

Still going on with your offer, huh? That was a joke, Master.

Xcution managed to convinced them to join. Glass Child had fun being pushed to their limits; mentally and physically. They acted like Ichigo in their conversations except when they got to training. 'Ichigo' turned completely into a different person. It left uneasiness in them. Glass Child would laugh if it weren't to protect their Master from a possible betrayal and for the sake of revealing themselves. They were ready and challenged them. Master was more active than before so it meant they were doing the right thing. It absolutely pleased and thrilled him.

"If power is the one you want, let me be a part of you." Jokes were never their best ability. And a straight up no followed. It didn't matter as long as he was being accepted slowly. It was fine.

Betrayal.

They did betrayed Hell's will then karma came back for them but it was for their Master. Ironically. They were 'Ichigo' for the past 17 months. There was the ability of Tsukishima and the effect to Master's friends and family. It didn't hurt Glass Child but it did to Master. It angered the demon. Ichigo's friends were in Tsukishima's side. This was hard. They wanted to beat the shit out of them for siding with the traitorous bastard. How can Glass Child please Master without accidentally killing his friends?

Amazing. They hadn't felt this amazing before. The thrill.

"Will everything go back to normal if I killed Tsukishima?" They had to say that. Both of them, Ichigo and Glass Child, laughed bitterly. Ichigo was troubled. Glass Child was a demon. Normal wasn't the best word for them. It was still flattering to be called normal. The question still remained in their mind.

"Will you let me be a part of your life?" They received no answer. As Glass Child thought, the demon stood from their seat and prepared to leave.

""Hey…" The demon smiled and turned back. A request. If they did it successfully, would they be given a chance? However, Glass Child didn't expect Master would ask for one. A request would be asked and they would gladly do it. Now, what is it? "Let me kill Tsukishima and I will accept you." Surprises were the best thing in the world.

"Of course…"

And then there was Ginjou. The damn bastard, Master raged. After stealing Ichigo's power, he even had the right to make a demon to pretend crying. Tsukishima was there beside the traitor. He was mocking their Master. Glass Child snorted.

"Damning him is easy." It confused Ginjou and Uryuu, the only guy in Ichigo's side, which made Ichigo laughed. Prove it.

"Sorry, I was speaking to myself." 'His' voice cracked from crying.

"Ichigo, now's not the time."

"I'm sorry, Quincy, but..." Ichigo stopped being Ichigo. The demon turned their Master's head to face Uryuu. The Quincy gaped in shock. Glass Child lazily grinned at him. Their Master's eyes told short stories of madness. With Ichigo's eyes, the pupils were unfocused void brown and sclera was bloodshot. "Damning someone is our specialty." It raised questions in the three person's head. Uryuu got it immediately.

"If you're not Ichigo, where is he? Who are you?"

"That's all? Well, let us enlighten you, Ichigo is in front of you! As for us, we're-"

"Bah! That's a joke. Think you pretending can save your life. You have to-" Ginjou had no idea how the boy had managed to use bringer's light and hardened his pants that sent him flying several feet away from a heavy delivered kick of 'Ichigo'. Tsukishima dodged a punch which was directed on his right cheek. He jumped towards Ginjou. They glared at him indifferently and gave each other a brief look. Ginjou was sure that he absorbed all of Ichigo's power. Watching the boy's strange moves and taking note of how he talk, why on Earth should they mistake him as another person if his reiatsu was just the same when Ginjou absorbed it? Glass Child was prancing away from the two fullbringers with the face of a dazed Ichigo.

Glass Child laughed heartily and cruelly. Pain bloomed when they had broke their Master's leg. Oh, it felt good to feel pain in a fight. They almost forgot Uryuu. 'Ichigo' had to drag himself to the Quincy. 'His' left leg had to handle the pressure of 'his' body. 'Ichigo' hissed whenever 'he' had to take a step with 'his' right leg then 'he' would laugh. Ginjou's body was durable than the demon thought. They got their Master's body hurt in the process.

"AAAaaaaAAAAHHHhhhh," They dropped to Uryuu's level, "We can't help but to fake a cry to pretend we're Ichigo." Glass Child held Uryuu's chin and raised it harshly. The Quincy couldn't help but to wince.

"Ichigo, come back to your senses!"

"We apologized but Master is not available at the moment. We had been possessing his body for 17 months now."

"Don't tell me, you're a demon?" The Quincy was having a hard time to believing that. He only heard that kind when they are talking about religions. This is the world with Shinigami, Hollow, and Quincy he's talking about. Now, what does it have to do with Kurosaki? Why is he possessed? Uryuu studied his friend's eyes. Why is Hell has something to do with Ichigo?

He flinched under 'his' mad eyes. It was like staring back at madness itself. When, in fact, he was staring at the eyes of a demon who never made an effort to almost lead their Master to InSaNiTy but, though not insane, got their Master a little troubled with their presence only. 'Ichigo' grasped his hair and put him in 'his' eye level.

"We were dancing all the way you know." The grip tightened as they stood up. The other hand exaggerated a dance then it touched 'Ichigo's' chest. "Humans like Master are easy to control but Master is not something we should control. He should control us!"

The demon twirled fast and threw him as far as their Master's human body could. Away from the upcoming battle. As a result, with an injury on 'his' leg, they lost balance and fell as soon as they threw Uryuu. With that being said, Master stirred inside again. They got down to hide their Master's face on the ground. They laughed. Ginjou was the only one who wanted to ask a question.

"I asked you who-" Glass Child refused to listen to the man who betrayed their Master. There was something they needed to hear from Master.

"..ey, I- dy." The irritating chattering of the human was leaving them in a test of patience. Ichigo was speaking and they had no right to be noisy at the time like this.

"Hush, I can't hear him." 'Ichigo's head' rose and sneered at him. 'He' stood up with alarm going off in 'his' mind. 'His' broken leg was cracking back in place and slowly dragged the body towards the inevitable battle. The demon's attention was on the injury. There were no longer any pain when they had to pressure the leg to move. They had to hurry so Master could fight with no injuries. They hid their head again. It seemed that Urahara and Isshin would coma around this time, judging from their reaitsu.

"Please repeat that again?" It might take more time for the demon to hear their Master. Glass Child grumbled and clicked their tongue. Picking up something, the demon looked behind but only it was Uryuu who was behind them.

They scowled as they felt four reaitsu were coming from the forest. Who is- Rukia? Master was provoked immediately. Ichigo wanted to know what was happening. Glass Child had no choice but to return to acting. It seemed that Glass Child had to do that again. As long as it can drop their guard. Crocodile tears welled up in their eyes. It was threatening to fall. They got up and walked towards Ginjou.

"Give it back." They took a couple of steps before the human body winced in pain. His voice was hoarse from crying. The broken leg was still finishing its healing. Not that Master care. He knew Rukia was there with something.

"What?" It worked. Their guards were dropping. Confuse them. Switch back and forth.

"My powers, give them back!" That being said, Uryuu had to double check Ichigo's reaitsu and the demon's reaitsu. The demon's reaitsu was there, laying dormant under Kurosaki's almost disappearing reaitsu. It was definitely there if he tried to focus enough but it left doubts if the one in possession of the body right now. Right now, it could be Kurosaki or the demon pretending to be Kurosaki.

Their Master's father and teacher arrived along with Rukia. They were sure that Ichigo wasn't able to sense them. This is it, Master! Glass Child nudged at the human in the prison.

Your powers, they can restore it! Long have we give up to drag you to Hell. We will sacrifice ourselves to stray you away from Hell's matters. We will devote ourselves to protect you. Please don't go to Hell again. If you-

Glass Child's thoughts stopped there. Their undivined instincts were taking over. Child, you won't dare oppose the Hell's will. The Will of Hell. The Will of Hell. Do its bidding or Perish.

Glass Child refused. Hell, we plan to die. It's just not today.

Rukia whispered something as the sword in her hand clinked. Tsukishima started to move by rushing towards the demon. The bringer's light helping him to accelerate faster. The Book of The End was aimed at 'Ichigo'. Glass Child heard the sword that Rukia was holding clinked as their attention was on Tsukishima. Possibly to use his power on Glass Child. It hadn't been a threat to them. It was what Rukia whispered. It shouldn't be threatening to the demon, more importantly, if they abandoned Hell's mission.

Why? His undivided instincts was considerate enough to answer. You can't escape Hell, demon. It is your job to do its bidding. Are you our instincts or a part of Hell's consciousness that was imprinted to us?

The whispered words were:

"Let this plan bring his powers back."

Don't let her! The power of a demon is what he needed! It scared Glass Child. Hush, do it. Do it. Hell is waiting!

No, nO, NO, NO. Master will reject them if he gets his powers back. Hell will miss its opportunity to have a king. His mission!

With a loud scream, the demon dropped on their knees. Their actions were mirrored on Ichigo's body. Glass Child had this irritable sense of duty and they didn't know how to carry it out. Glass Child entered the inner world to rush to their Master. Time was irrelevant to their business. They saw him holding on the bars. The black lines were breaking down with burnt sienna rust. The only thing that Ichigo was doing was to stare out of his prison, watching his distorted inner world in peace. Trying to escape. That thought came. They yelled to catch his attention.

Ichigo perked up as the voice of Glass Child brought him out of his daydreaming. He hadn't noticed that there was a rundown building on the far right. Ichigo took his time to turn his head at the stomping demon. His relaxed pose had immediately jumped from sitting to standing on his full height. The corners of his mouth were twitching like he was stopping himself on smiling. He was still holding on the bars. Master was unusually happy to see them despite the lack of smile. Ichigo pointed at the decaying prison. Glass Child rushed in and destroyed it. The shackles faded on Ichigo's hands, leaving a mauve bruise. Ichigo thanked them again and again before he was raised by his neck.

Taller than the human, they brought Ichigo near their face. Ichigo's void eyes were moving from left to right, not knowing where to look, and his mouth was wide open, desperately gasping for air. Glass Child inquired him if he heard something. Ichigo closed his eyes and choked out the answer: No. Glass Child realized their behaviour and dropped on their knees, begging for forgiveness. The released their gripped on their Master's neck. Ichigo coughed when he was mercifully let go. He positioned himself to hide. His face kissed the road and his body curled.

"Will you still accept me?" Ichigo laughed when he heard the wet huge drops of blood gushing out of the demon's upper torso. He wasn't crazy. At least not yet. The shock of the betrayal was just unexpected. Weak and He was the King.

Outside, Glass Child's decision to dodge brought surprises everywhere. Mostly the bad ones. Rukia was stabbed. Tsukishima was shocked. Uryuu coughed blood. Isshin and Urahara watched. Ginjou attacked then Tsukishima followed towards the other three. Now, Ichigo was slowly being replaced in their memories. The demon-possessed human tumbled away immediately. Glass Child released their reaitsu around them. It brought the two men to their knees.

"If you utter a word, we will cut your tongue and force feed it to your loved ones!" With Ichigo's face, the scowl was gone. It was replaced by a happy expression as they said that. Glass Child laughed as they hugged Ichigo's body before they fell out of it. Ichigo's body dropped on the moist grass. It was nostalgic to see him pass out. It was only when the people who were with him to fight witnessed him passed out was to get rid of a hollow. Glass Child caressed the human body as he slept.

"A demon?! Uryuu-"

"He possessed Ichigo ever since he woke up from his coma." Th Quincy's vision was slowly creeping with black cosmos. His eyes were fluttering as he was speaking. Who's being possessed? Why though? What did he do? Why did he feel like beating the idiot for letting himself be possessed? "That's what he claimed." It was the moment that Uryuu had to pass out due to blood lost.

"I threatened you not to utter a word!" Glass Child rushed towards them with their sharp nails ready. Ichigo moved and grabbed their hand. He pulled the demon. Glass Child was struggling at the surprisingly strong grip of Ichigo. It wasn't even that of a human's strength.

"I ack… cept uou." Acceptance was Glass Child's one dream. That was the only thing to say then the demon stopped before they were sucked into Ichigo's body; his heart. The whispered words had celebrated like they won the war. Did Ichigo lost to them? Ichigo didn't but barely. He was just hanging on the edge before dropping to the sharp stones. He reached and held on a tree that was growing on the side of the cliff. Ichigo was left with his own devices. No one to help him. His mentality was fragile ever since that dream.

It hurt Glass Child to see him this way especially they knew they were the reason he was like that.