A/N:Okei hallo people. Since this is my first ever Bleach fanfiction, tell me if I got Ichigo's personality, or Hollow Ichigo's personality partially correct.

Warnings: OOCness. Slight Orihime/Ichigo if you squint, and maybe Ichigo/Hollow Ichigo if you look hard enough. Little to none cussing o3o

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

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As Ichigo landed in the familiar place that he called his inner-world, the black clad boy gathered his knees up, and cried. He wasn't in a battle, or any type of life-threating situation, but his shoulder bled from a deep gash, and his forehead had trails of blood flowing down it. He sniffed a little, before standing up.

He turned his head around, not bothering to look behind him, before bursting out into tears again. He didn't notice that his baffled Hollow was staring at his back, wondering what the hell was wrong with him.

"Uhh... King?" Ichigo swiveled around quickly, his eyes red, and his cheeks wet. He hastily wiped his tear-stained cheek with his hands. "W-w..hat?" He glared a little at his hollow, who looked like he was about to slowly back away any second.

"No' to b' a concern of ya, bu' why would, ye, king, b' cryin'?" (1) Ichigo was silent for a moment, probably weighing his decisions. "O-rihime sh-e's dead.." Then he broke down crying again, this time in FRONT of his hollow, although, this time it was quieter. He was reminded of when he saw poor Orihime's body, her body covered in blood, wearing that soft smile she gave him a lot at school.

Ichigo's Hollow glanced around, hoping that Zangetsu was around. Not finding him, he gave a sigh, and slowly inched closer to King. He draped his arm over Ichigo, who flinched a little at the gesture, patting, and rubbing soothing circles into his King's back as he tried to comfort the distressed teen, as he saw King's Mother do in his memories.

When Ichigo finally calmed down, Ichigo's hands were wet, and some of his tears made it to the ground. King looked at him, and smiled sheepishly at him. "Sorry you had to see that. But, why'd you comfort me?" Hollow blinked.

"Spur o' th' moment, I guess." Ichigo nodded. He still seemed to mull over the fact that his Hollow had comforted him in his crying, when the hollow would usually try to kill him.

Sensing he probably would need to re-pay the favor, he though up a quick name. It wasn't all that original, but it would do. "Since you don't have a name, you need one. How 'bout...Hichigo?"

"S..sure...?" The newly dubbed Hichigo looked dumbfounded, completely taken off-guard at that one. Ichigo looked to be happy a little, he still grieving for Orihime. (2)

Feeling concerned friends call to him, he waved at his hollow, with his usual scowl across his face, then he left.

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1: THIS BETTER BE HOW HE TALKS LOL. If not, then it is in this story :P

2: In his anger, let's just believed he keeled Aizen ded.

Well. I hope you liked it. Even if you don't OH WELLz. :D