Replica

Warnings: OOCness, maybe yaoi in the distant future. And crappy grammar.

Disclaimer: Don' t own Bleach or the song.

I'm home again

I won the war

and now I am behind your door.

I tried so hard

obey the law

and see the meaning of this all

Remember me? Before the war.

You would think that there was no way hollow could be affected because of the war. Exhausted, sad, heartbroken... those were words for humans.

White copy of the saviour of Soul Society was lying on his back in his king's inner world, watching how clouds sailed through the twisted sky. Small, innocent clouds, not the ones which produced rain.

War was over. Lots of people had died, but not anyone really special to Ichigo. Putting it short, his king was happy.

Sun shined way too brightly. Hollow growled and turned on his stomach.

They said that horrors of war always left scars to the person. Hollow thought that was bullshit. Blood was nothing, insides flying in the air and agitaded screams of companions were nothing. Those things seemed only natural from his point of view.

Sadness always comes from caring and respect. Seeing Ichigo fight thousands fights, always winning in one way or another caused respect. Never complaining, never giving up hope.

Ichigo had pulled him out almost everyday. Even when tired his king remained control easily. Shirosaki chuckled. Shinigami's iron will protect his friends was as passionate as his hollows lust for their blood.

Flashback:

Battleground was one bloody mess. Most of the hollows were dead or dyeing, but after three arrancar who had been leading the wave were all dead the attack had lost all the systematicness.

Shirosaki watched the world through his king's eyes. Ichigo was on his knees in mud, cursing and trying to catch his breath. Shinigami's sight was wavering and the teen's eyes were almost closed.

Even so, many of his friends were in much worse state, and Shirosaki hadn't seen enough blood yet. He never had.

When white mask started to reappear on Ichigo's face, hollow felt his partners reiatsu going crazy. New attitude in his king came out of nowhere and was like iron hand around Shirosaki's throat.

"Not now. I have better things to do than fight with a shit like you."

Hollow was not in a position to say anything. He was, for once, silent, and surprised.

And impressed.

After that day hollow really tried to follow the rules his king had set for him. Why, that was one hell of a mystery. In hope of some respect in return, maybe?

No going crazy when fighting, no annoying comments or even talking. Those were things his king obviously wanted for him, even if he never really said it.

Nothing was different. Ichigo never started a conversation with him or acted pleased. He even ignored him more than normally, because he didn't get in the way.

So, why bother?

Shirosaki picked up his version of Zangetsu and swayed it atop of his head few times. He was getting weak. Positive feelings ate animal fighting instincs. It was time to do some destruction.

Hollow looked the sky, possibly for the last time. It would be stupid and cheesy to say that nothing mattered anymore, he wasn't sure had anything even at the start.

He closed his eyes and pulled Ichigo in teen's inner world.

Shinigami's scowling face appeared ten metres in front of him, ready to shout many angry insults and what a fucks to his white copy. He didn't, because Shirosaki raised his sword and pointed him with it.

"There is no test anymore, king. Every good tale must come to the end."

Sword whirled through the air.

AN: The italics in start of the chapter are from Children of the Bodom's song Replica. There will be more of them in next chapter. If there will be next chapter. I don't write it if no one is reading or reviewing this! .

That was kinda short, I try to write longer ones.Well, hope someone liked it. I didn't. poutpout.