"I could lie to you about everything, make invalid excuses the would do nothing but make you laugh. I could tell you that I loved you and that even though I know it's fucked up, it was how my mind worked. Because what else should I call this place but my mind? I could blame it on my ADD but I know it wouldn't make a difference. This was all my own fault. And if I'm being honest, and telling you the whole thing, you look like an angel. But you've fallen from heaven, so I wonder does that make it right to enjoy hearing you scream? I mean I don't know why, but as fucked up as it sounds I can't help but wanting hear your cry. Go ahead. Laugh. Smirk. Call me a freak. But in the end isn't that exactly what you wanted? Isn't that exactly what I am? I don't wanna call it pride but I know that's exactly what it is. That why I won't and can't tell this to anyone but you." A teen no older than 18 said. Tears streamed down his eyes as looked at a man who could pose as his albino twin. The teen had short spiky orange hair with dull milk chocolate brown eyes. He wore a black Shihakusho and a large sword on his back.
His counterpart was very similar though stood a few inches taller than him and had long white spiky hair. He had eyes of obsidian sclera and golden iris, holding nothing but a sick twisted and dark amusement. He wore a white Shihakusho and the same yet invert sword Ichigo wore on his back. He smirked as he listened to the broken teen speak, not bothering to even interrupt the smaller male as he continued to listen.
"I want to cry out for help. I can't take knowing all of this. All these damned emotions for you! You of all people. The damned thing I'm supposed to hate! So tell me! How the hell am I supposed to hate something that's saved me more times than not, even if its for your own use? But even if I call out for help, it isn't going to do me any good but rather land me in fucking looney bin?! I'd rather fucking kill myself than do that, but I know you would never allow me to do something so fucking stupid! You're the reason I'm a visored. Something that the soul society shuns because of being a fucking hollow! They want me to listen to them like I'm some kind of chess piece, but I refuse. I don't want to listen. And now because I'm too fucking stubborn and I refuse to stop, I'm being driven insane. I don't want this! I never wanted any of this! The only thing I wanted was to be strong so I could protect everyone. I never wanted to be part hollow or anything of the sort! I want to blame you so badly but I know you're not the real issue!" The young orange haired teen yells out as tears stain him in a world where rain has flooded it. Skyscrapers no longer there, but rather now it's nothing more than a run down town caused by the water degrading the buildings into rubble.
Shiro -Ichigo's white counterpart- just continued to smirk as he walked closer to the broken teen. He wrapped his arms around him almost as if to shield him from the other from all the cruelties in the world but himself.
"Tsk. King. You wound me, but I don't blame you. It's not your fault King. It's those around you, who expect so much from you because they can't do it themselves." The hollow said as he wiped away some of the tears the were still on his face. The smirked that placed itself across Shiro's face was now more of a darkly amused grin. It wasn't splitting his face open like usual and for that Ichigo found some comfort.
"Come with me Aibou. Why don't you step down from your throne and take a break. Let me protect you. Let me make it so you don't have to worry." Shiro said and Ichigo pushed the other away, causing the hollow to frown.
"No! How do I know you won't kill them all? All those threats before! How do I know you won't actually do it?" Ichigo cried out as he looked out at the hollow. Shiro just looked at him with dismay. The hollow sighed before scooping the teen back up in his arms. Shiro wasn't usually one to be gentle. No far from it, but it seems his king was too broken at the moment to be rough. He wouldn't even attempt it. He didn't need his king to shatter into pieces as he held him.
Shiro hated it. Every last second of it. Hated how Ichigo's 'friends' turned his once strong king into this weak and broken man before him. He wanted nothing more than to torture and dispose of the entirety of the soul society that made his Aibou this weak.
"Quite simple. I would be here with you Aibou. I would just be making sure your body stays alive. Now come. Come with your horse, King. Let your horse carry to a place where you can be safe." Shiro said and Ichigo -too weak to resist- nodded and gave Shiro control. The hollow smiled. He smiled not smirked nor grinned, he smiled. This made Ichigo relaxed, and before long Ichigo was asleep in his hollow's arms.
The smile soon turned into a smirk as he carried his king deeper into his inner world where the darkness dwelled, and the hollow resided. "Sleep well Aibou. When you awake I do hope you will one day become the strong king you're meant to be." The hollow said as he placed a kiss upon his king's head.