Disclaimer: I don't own these Characters nor make money off of whoring them like this; I'm not a Pimp. Never will be...or...will I? Cackle
-Chapter 1-
How it Began
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The moonlight shone through the slightly opened curtains of Ichigos window, bathing his messy bed sheets in a silvery light.
Unbeknownst to the orange-head walking through the door, he was being watched.
Ichigo sighed, passing by the mirror while drying his dripping hair; failing to notice the feral smirk that played over his reflections lips as he passed said mirror. Sighing, Ichigo plopped down upon his bed, closing his eyes and running a hand through his damp hair; unconciously kicking the stuffed lion that jumped toward him. Ignoring the swearing and protests from the stuffed menace, Ichigo layed down; placing one arm upon his forhead as he gazed up at the ceiling. He was tired, in more ways than one..it wasnt normal for boys his age to NOT pleasure themselves..yet, sadly..with fighting hollows and school, not to mention homework; he sadly had no time to do so..which it was safe to say, put him in a foul mood. Not that anyone noticed, he DID always have an angry looking face. ..and people wonder why I look angry.. Ichigo thought as he flipped over onto his side, slowly lidding his eyes. You know...if you werent so weak, you would have more time for your...perverted actions..Ichigos eyes flew open as he quickly sat up, looking about the room for the entity that the voice belonged to..but Shirosaki as he dubbed the pale mirror of himself; was not to be seen.
Narrowing his eyes for a brief moment before he went stiff, his whole body going rigid. An all too familiar feeling, his other half was trying to take over. Shaking and clawing at the bedsheets,sweating slightly from the strain of attempting to hold back the Hollow side in him. After agonizing minutes, which seemed like hours to Ichigo, the struggling ended. Ichigo panted and sat up, or..attempted to; it was like his whole body suddenly did not want to listen to him, he was completely immobile. He could feel, smell and see still, but as for moving..he couldnt budge. After moments of some mental struggle and a few choice profanities, Ichigos body stood and got off the bed, walking to the mirror. Ichigo was puzzled momentarily, since he was in-control. The realization hit him like a wake-up from his father. The Hollow was in control. But he could see and think, something he normally could not do when his body was possessed. He found his body moving to the mirror, If Ichigo could pale..he would. His eyes had taken on the all black color with the blazing yellow eye-color of Shirosaki.
"Yo...king..." Smirked Shiro, Ichigos face complying with the movements and splitting into a wide, psychotic grin that was all too natural to the Hollow. What the fuck are you doing with my body!? spat Ichigo, not suprised at all that HIS lips..the ones he was seeing in the mirror though the eyes of the Hollow; were not moving. Yep, the roles were switched..now HE was the one inside, speaking mentally. "So hostile, King!" Shiro cackled, a crooked smile playing about his lips as he continued to gaze in the mirror. What the hell do you want teme? Ichigo snarled, becoming more furious by the second as he watched helplessly as his Mirror image laughed hysterically in the mirror at his words. " Hn, such hate I feel...coming from you that is suprising..the malice I feel in your soul is..." Shiro paused, running his blue tongue over Ichigos lips; since he had taken the body over..only a few things changed appearance wise: Red tongue went blue, amber eyes to black and yellow."..arousing.." continued Shiro, running the azure tongue over the warm lips of his partner. " Your hostility makes me hard..or, were you already aroused my dear king?" Shiro cackled, running a hand down the abdomen to the black fabric that was Ichigos boxers. You sick fuck! Back off...W-what are you doing?! Ichigo spat, hating the fact he had no power now, he could only watch as the hollow side of him made his body do whatever he wished. "You have been neglecting your body King, so I am paying attention to it..you forget, it is MY body also.."
Shiro grinnned, slipping the slightly tanned fingers under the elastic band of the boxers, placing the pads of the fingers on the heated skin below the fabric. With a hiss of satisfaction, from both the assailant and the assailed; Shiro began to rub circles around the heated skin with the soft finger-pads. " Aah..you enjoy that feeling, ne?" A slightly crazed giggle passed through the lips of Ichigo; though if Ichigo had his way..no psycho noise would be coming from HIS mouth. Ichigo tensed, his spirit caught and forced to watch this, seeing his reflection in the mirror, the hand moving in sensual movements in his boxers..he hated it, yet loved it..he needed it; so perhaps..this once he could deal with that egotistical bastard of a Hollow..just this once. Ichigo had to admit, he did find the other attractive; how could he not? He looked exactly like himself..Shirosaki just lacked color. Going quiet for a few moments, concentrating; barely listening to the sneering comments of Shiro of how Ichigo was weak..how he Gave up already?
That Hollow never shut-up did he? Shirosaki froze, feeling the body he had possesed tense up. What the hell? That fucking king was trying to pull him back into that fucked up world inside of him! He hated it in there, especially when it rained..god damn that was annoying as hell. Growling and scratching at his face as he battled for the right to stay on the surface " Give..it...up...king...Im no--..aghhh!" Shiro tossed his head back in a silent scream of fury as he was pulled back into the depths, standing upon the roof of a building which had been previously on its side..but it had straightened to his comfort. Fury blazing in his cold yellow eyes as he glared at the blue-tinted buildings; but something else caught his eye..something Orange. King? The fury momentarily left his eyes and was replaced by confusion. "Now..you damn idiot, im going to kick your ass.." Ichigo grinned, leaning upon his zanpakutou. Shiro blanked momentarily before regaining his cocky demeanor. He cackled and fingered his own sword, tilting his head slightly to the side." You are weak, I had though we had established this already.." Shiro retorted, glaring toward Ichigo." I am weak..I suppose that is why I am...King?" Said Ichigo, a smirk playing about his lips. With that comment, Shiro was beside himself..leaving an opening for Ichigo. In an instant, Ichigo was infront of Shiro, glaring into his mirrors eyes."Now, Partner...where did you leave off?" Ichigo smirked, pleased at the confused look that rippled across the Hollows face; though only momentarily, because the pale face split into a wide grin. " Naughty king.." Shiro smirked, tossing his zanpakutou to the side.
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Sugoi! Next chapter, smexy action! Though, I shall not update untill I get at least 5 reviews. . It lets me know if I should put forth the time to update! I hate wasting my time on stories no one likes . !
... Forgive me for the crappy chapter, writers block is eating my brain...im suprised I came up with this much! xD You all know what im talkin about. I hate Writers Block..