My Land

Warnings: OOC characters, some yaoi in the distant future, crappy grammar.

Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach and Children of Bodom owns the song.

A/N: okay, this is sequel to the Replica. I don't really know where this is going... but I'm almost sure it will be longer than Replica. (You don't have to read that one to keep up with the plot, but I assume it.) Genre will be jumpy: there is some angst, some adventure, romance, drama and humor in form of my stupid jokes. (They make me laugh!)

Oh, and more characters! Last time there were only Shiro and Ichi. Read, and tell me what you think, sweeties.

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Yawn.

Kurosaki Ichigo lied on his bed, having his back rubbed. A pair of white hands, as strong and muscular as his own stroked gently his aching shoulders.

"You are way too strict, king. You should learn to take better care of yourself", white purred, leaning closer to his partner. "Less homework, more me."

"Could cope with that", Ichigo muttered, voice muffled to his pillow, "but my teachers probably couldn't. Shame..."

Hollow chuckled. He and his king had been lovers just three months, and did already some couple bickering. They shared lazy, loving kiss disturbed only by someone knocking on the window.

Probably Renji or Rukia. "Someone is knocking on the window, Shiro. Could you take that?"

Hollow snickered, eyes narrowing when he saw who the intruder was. "Something is knocking on the window..."

Yep, Renji. For some reason his koibito really disliked the redhead. "Let the thing in, please."

Growling, Shiro got up and walked towards the window. Behind it stood pissed off looking shnigami, inpatiently tapping his leg.

Ichigo grinned. Even if he had said that there was not "kings" or "horses" anymore, his hollow couldn't give up his submissive ways. Whitey of course denied it fiercely, but he usually did what Ichigo told him to do.

It was kind of a cute, actually.

Redheaded shinigami stepped in to the room, more or less gracefully. He wasn't surprised by Ichigo's white copy standing in front of him and looking pissed, he was used to it. Ichigo didn't bother to hide the fact that he was in relationship with his former use-only-when-have-to weapon, so everyone just had to get used to it or fuck off.

Ichigo had rolled over to his stomach, but was still too sleepy to rise. "Yo, Renji. What's up? You look pretty serious today. Something wrong?"

Redhead really looked tired. "I can't stay long, and I have bad news. Ichigo, you are portraited as an enemy in Soul Society now."

"What!?"

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Even if Ichigo and Shiro were practically same person, hollow was much quicker thinker. And more mistrustful.

Soon Renji was lying on the floor, his eyes wide as hollow's grip around his neck tightened."If you were going to kill us, you were too slow! Why did you even tell about your plan? Do you have any backups out there?"

Renji grinned. He really liked to annoy the hollow. "Wow wow, one question at the time. And could you move from my chest, please? I don't like watching your ugly face this close, you know. And it is pretty hard to talk, too..."

"Stop being a wiseass or you will watch my foot from REALLY close!"

"Stop, both of you."

Renji and Shirosaki glanced up from their battle of wills, and saw really serious looking Ichigo. It was scary. "Renji please, tell us what is going on. Shiro let go of thing's throat. He won't attack."

"Tsch." Hollow backed up, scowling. Renji 1, Shiro 0.

Renji turned looking Ichigo. "It seems that Soul Society still has a problem caused by Aizen. Yes, he is dead, don't look like that", he groaned, "but some of the Espadas are not. Soul Society thought that once Aizen was dead, others would just give up taking over the world. Seems that was not the case."

"Who is it now?"

"Your old friend, Grimmjow."

"Great. Just great."

"He doesn't probably have the same goal that Aizen had, he is just boss of many hollows. Killing some human and shinigami, nothing special. Point is, he has a grerat gang of maskfaces on his side already. Many have had this idea that you are too, especially when they heard about how good friends you and your hollow are nowadays."

"Gotta problem with that?"

"I don't have, that's what I'm here for, boke."

"Oh, thank you, our saviour. Would you let me kiss your feet?"

"Shut up, monster."

Ichigo was not listening. He was facing the roof, hands bended behind his neck.

Renji looked displeased. "No need to thank me, twerp. They are going to capture you and examine you, so your friends in our side started finally acting. Go meet Urahara, he will help you out from this country fast and safe. They are too busy to chase you across the world. See you some other time, when this shit is over."

Redhead jumped out from the window.

"Normal people use the door.", hollow growled. Then, looking at his partner, his face softened with worry. "Are you okay?"

My own land has closed it's gates to me

All alone in the world, it's scaring me.

"What's going to happen next, Shiro? We are alone now."