Hello, Darkness, my old friend,

I've come to talk with you again…

Because a vision softly creeping

Left it's seeds while I was sleeping…

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sounds of silence

***

I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the voices in my head, the constant bickering of the God of Light and the Goddess of Darkness within me. I held my head, before I stood and sat against the far wall. I felt cold night air, wondering again why he always left the bedroom window open. I held my head a little tighter, hearing them screeching at one another.

"Shut up, shut up…" I begged softly, but they paid me no heed. I looked into the mirror, hoping my reflection might silence them as it had so many nights before. It just seemed to incense my own self-hatred.

The left side of my hair was raven; the right was an almost blinding white. The left eye was pure black, the right light silver. My skin was gaunt, pulled tight over my bones and an almost sickly, almost transparent color. They called me Hollow-Face for it.

All but him.

I looked back to my bed, wondering at the dream that had awoken me. A dream of an apocalypse brought to us by the stubbornness of the Head Captain. I dreamt that this man had died.

My soft shudder must have awoken him, for he sat up and looked at me. His eyes frightened some, but I looked into his eyes without fear. He moved forward, calloused hand touching my cheek. I moved into his touch and he grabbed my shoulder. I cried out softly, but I came back to bed, leaning against his side. He released my shoulder.

"You okay?"

"I'll be fine, Ken," I murmured softly, pulling my knees to my chest. He knew that he was the only one who could silence the voices within my head, the voices of the spirits that had possessed me since I was small. He turned my head up and I just looked up at him.

Zaraki Kenpachi was the only one who had ever understood me. It was strange, we had little in common. He had been born on the streets of Rukongai, in the toughest ghettos of the toughest faction. I was born the third daughter of Kuchiki Byakuya, one of the highest of nobility. He fought always physically, dismissed magic as something for the lesser men to use. Divine magic was always my main weapon, my zanpakuto all but unused, save for the occasional Hollow.

And yet, we had somehow come together. I didn't like to remember how it happened.

He kissed me, rough and wanting. I did not struggle, just gave in to him. His hair hung down loose, rather than in those silly bells he was always wearing. He pulled me into his lap, his fingers hard on my waist as he held me there. My hands ran up into his hair as his lips moved down my neck, teeth digging in, almost enough to draw blood.

Bleed me…bleed me dry, if you must. Just don't stop.

I whimpered gently as his hands roughly moved down my sides, his mouth none-too-gently sucking at my neck, leaving another dark red mark to go with the others. It felt like heaven.

"Ken…" I breathed his name as he tossed me onto the bed, just gently enough that I didn't crack my head on the floor. He dragged his beautiful, sharp teeth down over my shoulder, my chest, my breasts, along my stomach…

I moaned, as he spread my knees for him, nipping at the inside of my thighs. "Ken…Kenpachi…" I begged, my body arching up slightly. He grinned wolfishly, before leaning down.

He licked at me, fire running up my body, the voices in my head silenced again. Any and all thoughts I had had were silenced. His tongue moved along my heated skin, before he sucked hard on my clitoris. I almost cried out, biting my lip against it. I hardly wanted to wake the whole barracks, after all.

He moved back up, still grinning evilly at me. I was breathing heavily, my chest heaving and my knuckles white where I had clenched my fists in the sheets. He leaned down, kissing me again. His hands caught my wrists, pinning them on either side of my head as he positioned himself above me.

I was never prepared when he came into me, hard and fast. Even as ready as he had gotten me, it was if he were ripping into me. Still, I clenched myself around him as he started to thrust his hips deeply into mine.

I moaned as he did, trying to keep pace, knowing that I was lucky to keep my sanity whenever he did this to me. His hands tightened on my wrists as my body arched up into his. His cheek rested against my neck, and I heard his soft groans as we made love.

It seemed forever and yet…it seemed only a few moments after we had started. I bit my lip, looking up into his eyes – rather, eye. "K-Ken, I'm…" I breathlessly started, but he growled and bit me.

I came at that moment. He looked up at me, with the eyes of a predator, as I continued to move my hips into his. Wanting…needing him to finish. He thrust into me harder, as I fought to continue to keep my senses. Even after my orgasm, it was…it was somehow more wonderful than when he was trying to get me there.

"U-Urano…" He groaned my name, before I felt him inside of me, felt all of his release pour into me. He barely pulled out as he collapsed against me. He was heavy, so heavy, but I loved it. How he almost crushed me. I just lay there, stroking his hair.

"…I love you." I whispered to him. He looked up at me, then set a finger to my lips, silencing me from continuing.

"Are they gone?" He asked.

I nodded, and he shifted back beside me, holding me to his chest, his cheek against my neck again. "Didn't hurt you again, did I?" He asked.

"Just a little." I whispered, "It's not your fault. If you so much as look at me too long, I'll bruise."

His hands tightened on me. I knew that he hated that answer. But, it was true. I closed my eyes again, remembering what I had seen.

The worst part of my vision had been his death.