The Hollow's Desires

Dark Ichigo has the desire to kill, battle, and consume the very body that is rightly the orange haired Soul Reaper's. Bit by bit, as Ichigo fights, he loses pieces of himself; yet…maybe Dark Ichigo doesn't really want the body after all. Possibly looking for another way to fight, Ichigo's desperate wants to win make his hollow side appear, making him lose himself.

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1- Fever and dreams

"What do you want, partner?" he sneered, glaring at the teen with those dark eyes, lifting a pale hand up and stroking those white bangs. "I'm tired of you coming here each time you sleep. Why don't you go visit your memories of mommy?"

He was taunting Ichigo and he knew it, so he turned, scowling. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't running a mock in here, that's it."

"Oh really?" Dark Ichigo smirked as he stopped stroking his hair. Letting his arm dangle at his side. "Then I suppose that look on your face is one of resentment?"

"Yes, you asshole. I didn't want you in my body!"

Shrugging his broad shoulders, Dark Ichigo sat down, laying on his back while whistling a saddening tone, but it only amused him how much it made Ichigo angrier.

His brown eyes fluttered open, seeing Yuzu and Karin stand beside his bed with a bowl of cold water and a wet rag. Blinking from confusion, he sat up, his stomach turning, grasping his sides tightly. "Unh…I don't…Yuzu, Karin…why do I -"

"You really are stupid, Ichigo." Karin snickered, those dark purple eyes glistening with mischief. "You had a fever once Yuzu came to check on your moaning ass."

"A what?" he questioned, his tone full of confusion. "I've never gotten sick, this is a first."

But what he hoped deep down was that they didn't overhear the conversation he had with his Hollow half. He was only getting stronger and stronger each time Ichigo grew weaker and weaker. And knowing this made Ichigo train harder and try to strategize a new attack plan each and every time his last one failed. Now a fever, great, what if a Hollow showed up?!

"Well, mister," Yuzu smiled, placing the damp cloth on his burning forehead. "Dad will have to call the school and tell them you need a few days off, or until that fever dies."

Brilliant, he thought sarcastically, laying back down with a groan. Well, if HE takes over, he wouldn't be able to move properly…I hope.

"Now, we have to get to school, behave while we're gone." the soft brunette-blond smiled, turning and walking out with her dark haired sister. "Bye."

Sighing, he placed a hand to his head, letting the wet droplets drip down his fingers to his elbow. Shutting his eyes slowly, the orange haired high schooler heaved another great sigh. "What a crap-filled way to start a morning." he grunted, feeling a plush lion land on his stomach, shaking his arm a bit. "Kon, get off me…"

"Kurosaki! I demand you wake up and tell me what is going on!" he roared, shaking the slender, slightly muscular, arm a bit harder. "Were you dreaming of Rukia?! That hot-ass babe Oriheme?!"

"SHUT UP, YOU STUPID MODSOUL!" he snapped, swinging the arm Kon was shaking and flinging him to a wall. "I'M NOT LIKE YOU!!" His eyes were open and glaring dangerously at the plush toy. The little yellow thing trembling a bit, climbing up onto the desk where Ichigo's computer was. "Just let me sleep…"

"Why?"

"I've got a fever you stupid plushy."

"Oh…"

Closing his eyes again, he drifted slowly into darkness, looking into his dark half's eyes.

Blinking from confusion, Dark Ichigo looked down on his hand, seeing the Zanpaku-to in his grasp, the white part black, the black part white, completely the opposite of the Soul Reaper he shared powers with. Power…the powers Ichigo had owned were slipping. Breaking and making him an easy target for a Hollow perhaps.

But if he died, so would Dark Ichigo.

And each time the high school student was close to dying, he always went to save him.

"You want to fight?" he chuckled, sounding crazy. "In the state you're in?"

Ichigo panted, nodding with a smug grin, tightening his grasp on the Zanpaku-to in his hands, positioning himself into a fighting stance. "Yeah, I wanna see if I've regained some of my powers, bastard."

Scowling, Dark Ichigo dashed forth, his arm possessing the Zanpaku-to in back of him, summoning some of his Spirit Energy and forming the Black Moon Strike, throwing his arm forward and a black swirling beam of energy burst out, outlined with red, the Soul Reaper hissing from pain as it grazed his left shoulder. Clutching the blade again, Ichigo swung it forward, his eyes glowing a bright sky pale blue. Bankai…he was about to release his Bankai, becoming the Death God. The bandages around the teen's blade circled his arm, the end lying lifelessly on his shoulder, blue Spirit Energy surrounding him, lashing about as he took in some air confidently, releasing it as well. Glaring into those gold and black eyes, he released his Bankai.

"Tensa Zangetsu…" he breathed, his outfit completely changed from what he was originally wearing, the outside of the outfit close to being the same as the attire Dark Ichigo was wearing, but it had red inside and was the same color as the Soul Reaper outfit he always wore when he had to transform and fight Hollows. "Ready…?"

Scowling, Dark Ichigo thrust his arm forward, copying Ichigo's move, blood-red Spirit Energy emitted from him, but his blade was a bit different. One Ichigo's never seen or heard of before.

"La luz de luna."

The blade sparkled like the dangerous moon, lovely yet deadly. Death always came around the moonlight. Yet, Ichigo held his ground, holding the blade to the side, flash stepping over to the Hollow, both swinging their swords angrily at the other. Ichigo's grip on the Tensa Zangetsu slipping, falling down to his knees, biting his lower lip, blood oozing from his torso, a deep slash within his flesh. Cursing, he stood, looking up with those brown eyes, weak and trembling.

"If you force out Spirit Energy, you'll die…"

"Since when have you cared?!" he said in a cold tone, little lines of black forming in his eyes, a white and red mask forming at the side of his face, Dark Ichigo's composer falling a bit, flash stepping and standing in front of him, blinking as he watched those eyes slowly fade, gold replacing it on the right side of Ichigo's face. "Ahhhh!"

"What the hell?!" the pale white form gasped, feeling heavy spiritual pressure that slightly suppressed his own. "Wake up, you stupid Soul Reaper!"

Ichigo's eyes shot open and he snapped into a standing position, the warm cloth falling at his bare feet as he looked to the side, seeing a Hollow hover above what seemed to look like Renji, Rukia trying to push the Hollow away with a Kido. Looking around, his cheeks a deep crimson, he tried to find Kon, but it seemed that the little bugger ran away.

"Ichigo, look out!"

He blinked, veering to the closet to see Kon's body partially torn in half, the stuffing scattered about the little stuffed animal. Reaching into his mouth with the small paw, he yanked out his soul, quickly throwing it to the orange haired teen, whom caught it and popped it into his mouth, his Soul Reaper form separating from his body, Kon falling to the floor, but standing and rushing over to Rukia's aid.

The Hollow veered over at the stunned teen, seeing that he couldn't move at all, charging at the Soul Reaper with the full intent to kill and devour his soul.

This would be Dark Ichigo's chance to take Ichigo's body as his own, but while the Hollow bit into his flesh, darkness surrounding him, but he heard that sick laughter in his head, chuckling and saying how stupid he was to let the level of the Spirit Energy get the best of him.

Rukia, Renji, and Kon stared with wide eyes as Ichigo's torn body twitched, his lightly tanned color vanishing slowly, being replaced with white. Those hands circling around the Hollow's throat, the sound of choking filling the room. Those purple eyes widened as she watched in horror as Ichigo smirked, swinging his arms to the side, splitting the demon's head from its body. Looking up with crazed eyes, walking slowly over to the other Soul Reaper, his teeth shimmering in the dank light above, the spiritual pressure making the glass containing the light to crack slowly but surely.

What's this chill…? Rukia thought as she backed up a bit, Kon standing and falling to his knees, unable to withstand the pressure of the energy. The dark haired girl began to fall too, looking at a sweaty Renji as Dark Ichigo shoved him against the wall, a cold-blooded killer look in his eyes. Is this even Ichigo?!

"Let me go Ichigo!" Renji snarled, pushing him away. "I don't know why you did that…but quit staring like that!"

"Leave…"

"I can't do that, partner," he smirked, Kon plopping down fully on the floor, gurgling up saliva, bubbling up like crazy as Rukia crawled over, trying to shake him out of it. "Besides, I'm hungry."

"For what?!" Rukia cried, glaring at him. "You're not Ichigo! Are you a Hollow?!"

The redhead blinked, staring at Dark Ichigo as he chuckled, cackling like a hyena. Sounding so sick and twisted. Making his stomach do flip-flops, in a very bad way. "Why yes, on the contrary, Ms. Kuchiki, I am. I haven't had anything since…I don't remember."

"Don't…take over ever again,"

Dark Ichigo blinked, grasping the right side of his head, tossing it from side to side as Ichigo pushed harder, trying to prove that he didn't want or need the powers Dark Ichigo could give him. His eyes slamming shut as he screamed from pain, as though an infinite number of Zanpaku-to were being stabbed into him, those brownish-gold eyes shaking immensely, all the others watching him with great intent.

"Stay out of my life…stay away from them, Karin, Yuzu, Rukia, Kon, Renji…everyone…"

"Ichigo?!" they chorused, wondering whether or not to kill him.

"And me!!"

Dark Ichigo fell to his knees, biting his lower lip as Ichigo slowly took over, slumping over with a groan from pain, his cheeks flaring. Everyone went over to him, Kon pressing them together, his soul pod rolling gently on the floor, Rukia looking around for a new body until they got his destroyed one fixed. He tried to protect her, yet failed. But she couldn't help but smile as she pushed the pill into a stuffed chibi of a fictional character.

Renji patted Ichigo's back, feeling him shudder as he lifted his head up, his cheeks a little puffy. Sitting up and hunching over, he opened his mouth, vomiting on the floor. A disgusted look on his handsome features, Renji lifted the sick form, placing him on the bed, covering him up, a perplexed look on his face. "No one at the Souls Society is going to like this report, Rukia."

"Look," she sighed, Kon examining his new body in a mirror. "We will just tell them the things they usually hear, leaving Ichigo's…strange actions…out of it."

"Hopefully they don't find out," the redhead sighed, shaking his head.

"I assure you, they won't." And with that, they left, leaving Ichigo and Kon there alone. Yet, when Kon finished looking at himself, his gaze went over to Ichigo, seeing sweat pour down his brow. Hopping over, he clasped the buttons to the shirt and undid them, letting some cold air hit the steaming body. Reaching the cloth into the freezing water, he placed it back on Ichigo's forehead.

Laying down on the teen's chest, he shut his eyes.

"Do you truly hate me being here?" Ichigo asked, walking over to Dark Ichigo, whom was swinging his Zanpaku-to furiously, glaring over his shoulder and into those brown eyes. "I won't come back unless you want to fight me,"

"Listen, partner," Dark Ichigo frowned, stabbing the Zanpaku-to into the ground under his feet. "I don't want to see your face ever again! Next time, you can die…" Those words were harsh. They stabbed something within both of them that made both silent through the whole time Ichigo's body rested.

"Don't…hate me…" he mumbled, turning his head to the side as his body began to heat up a bit more, making it more difficult to understand if he was loosing his mind or if he truly was burning more from the fever. "Don't hate…me…"

Scowling, the pale white figure turned his back to the orange haired teenager.