Rated: Teen – Violence+Mild Course Language

During the episodes 161 and 162 I was sure Shirosaki would show up, especially because of his warning and Ichigo dying was pretty... well.. weak xD So this is what I would of liked to of happened. Just a oneshot kinda thing. Please R&R :)

I'LL CRUSH YOUR WORLD...

CHAPTER ONE - DETHRONED

The Espada's hand withdrew from Ichigo Kurosaki's chest, wet with his blood. The pain didn't come at first, the Shinigami was numb. Then the pain came, like a piercing blade plunging in and out of the gaping hole in his chest relentlessly. He couldn't stop it, it wouldn't go away. He couldn't breath, he was choking on the warm blood rising up his throat.

His vision was sliding in and out of focus and then Ichigo's brown eyes met with the cruel, green irises of Ulquiorra. The 4th Espada's black lips were moving, but the Shinigami heard no words. In fact Ichigo couldn't hear anything. Then he was falling forward, his eyes were open and yet, why couldn't he see? Was he dying?He felt strange, something wasn't right. It was as though he were being eaten alive from the inside out. He felt... hollow.

"Well, King, looks like you've fallen off the Horse all by yourself. That was almost too easy"

The mocking voice reverberated right in his ears, as though the speaker was right next to him. If Ichigo had even had enough strength to turn to look next to him, he would of seen no one there. The voice began to laugh. High-pitched. Hysterical. Insane.

"No.. get out.. go away.."

"It's too late, King, you're finished, now it's my turn." Ichigo felt his reiatsu drain away, he could no longer feel the Getsuga Tenshou swirling within him. He couldn't feel anything. Where was his sword, his zanpakutou? Where was Zangestu? Then, suddenly he was falling.

The Shinigami opened his eyes. Black clouds were spreading over a blue sky. There were buildings. Skyscrapers. But they were all turned on their side. Ichigo staggered to his feet. How come he was here, in his inner world?

Then he saw him. The hollow that he had within his soul. Ichigo was Kurosaki, this was Shirosaki. His skin was deathly white, the same with his hair. He wore a white Shihaksho with black cloth belts. The exact opposite to Ichigo's black robe with white cloth belts. A blue tongue flicked out of his mouth to lick his black lips. But the worst part were his eyes. The golden, yellow iris pierced Ichigo's dark brown ones. His sclera were black.

Shirosaki began to laugh softly. Of all the endless insults and threats he would taunt Ichigo with, it was the simple laughter that unnerved the Shinigami the most. It sent ice through his nerves and shattered his remaining confidence.

"Do you remember what I said the last time we met, Ichigo?"

The insane grin was widening.

"I told ya I'd crush you if I sensed any weakness. So even when you used my hollow mask you still managed to get defeated and a nice hole through your chest!"

The pitch of his voice was raising hysterically. His eyes wide with malice.

"King, you're pathetic! You're not even worth fighting! This is just too easy!"

Shirosaki began to laugh even harder. It reverberated around the silent world, the pitch raising higher and more deranged with each intake of breath. The clouds were turning darker and darker. There was a rumbling sound as the buildings began to crack.

Ichigo took one staggering step forward.

"You.. bastard! You think you can just take over my soul so easily huh?, Well, I've defeated you once..." Ichigo reached for his zanpakutou. "And I can do it again!". He reached for the hilt and felt nothing. Then he realised something. The comforting weight of the sword on his shoulders wasn't there.

"What the..."

"Hah! Looking for this?" Shirosaki reached over his shoulders and grabbed the hilt of his sword. The black cloth wrappings twirled and fell away, revealing a silver sword with a lethal black edge, gleaming menacingly. "How the hell..?" Ichigo began.

"Heh..."

The hollow flashed from view and reappeared in front of Ichigo. The yellow eyes were so close, Ichigo couldn't move. The eyes. They seemed to gouge into him and render him completely helpless.

"Like I said, you're finished, Ichigo..."

There was a flash of silver, Ichigo could only watch as a bleached version of the blade that he fought along side with was driven right through him. The black lips twisted into a grin as Shirosaki wrenched the sword out, the blade, dripping with Ichigo's blood. Pain cleaved the Shinigami's entire being as everything began to slide out of focus again. He could feel himself falling and hitting the cold ground, he turned his head to look up and saw Shirosaki smirking down at him.

"The Horse in his rightful place."

Then the hollow placed his foot on Ichigo's head, pressing down harder and harder. His insane grin widening. Ichigo felt his skull being slowly crushed under Shirosaki's foot. The metallic smell of his blood clogged his senses.

"No... It can't end here... I won't let you... hurt.. them..."

He coughed up more blood, the warm liquid splattering into the pool beneath him. The foot came down harder, Ichigo felt his skull crack.

"'Fraid so."

Ichigo's whole skull shattered. The gleeful, malicious face was still there, Ichigo was in a blurred world of pain, he didn't even know what was hurting.

"So now.. I'm the King."

Ichigo suddenly felt hunger. Not a tame desire for a meal, but a desperate need that seemed to claw at his insides. Every fibre of his body needed to kill, to slice and crush and slaughter. It didn't matter what or who, instinct was screaming at him to destroy everything he could.

Then his whole world turned black.

I may continue this one... I would love to hear any feedback :)