I know, I know, I should be working on my other stories, but really. This was just too good to pass up on. It was so fun to write! Next chapter shouldn't take too long!

Characters belong to Tite Kubo

Ichigo was sitting on his bed in his apartment, carefully watching a small, black box in his hands. The box wasn't very large, maybe five times five cm and around four cm high.. It was black and had golden leaves painted on it. It was called "The box of shadows" and there only existed about a hundred of these around the world. Apparently when you opened it and left it open over night, in the morning, your shadow will have taken form of a person and you'd never be alone ever again.
Now you might wonder how Ichigo had gotten his hands on something so special. Well you see, there had been a competition for a book. The one who knew most about a book and answered every question right, would get a box. And he had won it, because he was a geek over this book. It was night now and Ichigo hesitated as he put his hands on the lid. Did he dare open it over the night? What if his shadow turned out as a girl and would be staying with him for the rest of his life? Did he dare have such a comitment? No doubt was he lonely, he didn't have many friends and he barely visited his family since he moved out five years ago.
Today he was twentyfour years old and living by himself, studying literature at the university. He didn't have any girlfriend, because you see... he didn't really swing that way. And his father had been bothered when he found out, that's why they barely saw each other now.
Ichigo slowly lifted the lid off the box and put it on the bedside table. He stared down into the empty box, how this magic worked he had no idea of. He had never been skilled at magic and had given it up early.
He sighed as he put the box on the bedside table, next to the lid and he closed his eyes, feeling a small headache creep up on him. He better sleep now. He stood and turned off the ligh before shedding his clothes so that he was only in his boxers and then he crawled into bed.

"Good night," he whispered before he instantly fell asleep.

Something heavy was weighing Ichigo's left side down as he stirred awake. He grunted as he tried to move, but couldn't.

"Good morning," came a distorted voice.

Ichigo's eyes snapped open. His brown eyes stared right into golden on black ones. He froze. The man looked like him, well almost. He was white with white hair, so they weren't exact copies. The person, or creature maybe was more correct, was lying on Ichigo's left side, with the creature's left hand on his chest and their legs were tangled together.

"Who are you?" Ichigo whispered, scared to death of how the strange creature had gotten into his apartment.

"Oh come on, surely you know me," the creature giggled.

Ichigo felt unsure what to do at the moment. His head was swimming with thoughts. What were this creature? Where did it come from? And...
The creature lifted his left hand that had been resting on Ichigo's chest and Ichigo followed one long slender finger, that ended with a black nail, as it pointed at something next to the bed. Ichigo looked over there and saw the box on the bedside table. Then it clicked.

"You're my shadow!" He exclaimed.

"Bingo," his shadow chuckled.

Ichigo lay there in wonder, it had really worked and he would never be alone now. He would...-
His thoughts came to a halt as he felt something grope him on top of the covers. He stared schocked down at his groin where a white hand had been placed.

"What are you doing?" Ichigo squeeked as he scrambled out of the bed.

"Aww, don't be like that, just helping you with your morning wood," his shadow pouted.

Ichigo blushed crimson.

"Why the fuck would I need help with something like that?" He hissed.

His shadow chuckled.

"Because you're always so lonely every morning when you do it."

"Huh?" Ichigo felt confused.

"I'm your shadow, I've always been with you, I know everything about you."

Ichigo felt a shiver run down his spine, maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. His shadow seemed to be just that, a shadow of himself. They didn't seem alike at all.
His shadow stood up and Ichigo got a closer look of the ... creature. He had waist long hair, and his nipples were a light blue hue and... and... and he was HUGE.

"Are-aren't you supposed to be m-my shadow?" Ichigo stuttered as his eyes locked with his shadows.

His shadow shrugged.

"Just because I'm your shadow doesn't mean I have to be your perfect mirror. I'm you, but still myself. I have my own looks and thoughts and feelings, but I'm your inner thoughts manifested. So you see, you happen to be a huge pervert on the inside..."

"I'm not a pervert!"

"Yes you are. You just deny it and that's why I'm your bottled up frustration. I love blood and violence, not like you who are all about protecting others and staying away from troubble. I AM troubble."

Ichigo stared at his shadow. What was this? Was this really meant to help him in his loneliness? It was more like it would give him more problems in life. He really shouldn't have opened that box!

"Anyway, let's give you some clothes," Ichigo muttered as he turned towards his closet.

He was rummaging through his clothes when he felt arms circle his waist.

"You still haven't gotten off..." his shadow muttered behind him.

"There is no need to!" Ichigo exclaimed as he grabbed some random clothes, turning around and thrusting them into his shadow's chest. "Here, use these," he said before he hurried to wring himself out of the grip and ran into the hallway, quickly turning left and entering the bathroom.

He closed and locked the door, sighing in relief to be getting away from his shadow. How the hell was this supposed to work out?

Ichigo was munching on a toast, sitting at the kitchen table. The kitchen was small and the table took up almost all the space and he had been constantly groped by his shadow as he had been within arms reach the whole time for the sitting shadow.

"What are you thinking about?" His shadow asked.

Ichigo blushed.

"Well, hrrm... I was just thinking that maybe we should give you a name. It's harsh to just call you "my shadow" all the time."

His shadow shrugged.

"Whatever floats your boat."

Ichigo sighed.

"Don't you have any name you would like to be called?"

His shadow shrugged again and Ichigo started thinking. He didn't want any common name on him, that was stupid. Now that he had the chance to name something for the first time, he wanted it to be special.

"Shirosaki..." he mumbled.

"Huh?" His shadow asked.

"Ah, nothing," Ichigo said and looked away.

"Well, I am white," his shadow smiled.

Ichigo shivered. Even though it was a smile, it was the creepiest smile Ichigo had ever seen.

"Well, Shirosaki it is then," Ichigo smiled back. Or at least attempted to smile.

Shirosaki chuckled and leaned forward, snatching a crumble from Ichigo's cheek. He licked it off and that's when Ichigo noticed that Shirosaki's tongue was blue. Oh heaven have mercy on his soul, how sexy it looked as Shirosaki proceeded to lick all his fingers. Suddenly Shirosaki reached out his hand and grabbed Ichigo's shirt, pulling him across the table. The juice glasses tipped over and spilled, soaking into Ichigo's shirt, but he didn't care as he was kissed by his own shadow.