AN: It has been years but it seems that I haven't been cured from my Shiyori fever. This is thanks to all the great fanfic writers out there—especially pawbells, who wrote 'Lily and Thistle. The unconventional relationship of these two screamed at me when I first heard the song 'All of Me" by John Legend. It is not a song fic but more of a drabble-ish vignettes. The chapters are in chronological order and each event would be inspired by one line from the song.

A short review will make me happy but a new Shiyori story or an update from you guys will make me even happier. Read and enjoy!

Expect updates every Thursday

CHAPTER 1

What will I do without your smart mouth, drawing me in you and kicking me out…

There was blood everywhere. It soaked his feet. It splattered on the blades of fresh grass. It dripped from the sword he was holding. It sprung like a geyser from the creature before him.

He could feel nothing, hear nothing. His world was casted with a spell that muted his surroundings and reversed the images before him. He played this mind game on a daily basis but the sensorial insanity that he felt right now was on a different level.

On his right—or maybe it was his left— the upturned head of the hollow rolled in an angle that made its ghastly frown into a taunting smile. The people behind him was opening their mouths as wide as they can as if they were screaming—again maybe they were—that he couldn't hearken; They were all unwillingly kneeling before him with fear evident in their eyes.

At the moment, they weren't afraid of the hollow…

…they were afraid of him.

He just killed a monster, now he is one.

He didn't intend for this to happen. He was simply frozen like the rest of them as his reiatsu flared uncontrollably out of him, concocting a viscous storm in its wake. Breathing suddenly became a difficult task for everyone, including him. There was only one way to end this. He had to take his life and spare these people the suffering. To be honest, no one would care if he died. It would only be noted as one of the hundreds of deaths in Rukongai.

He raised the sword far enough to execute a swift and deadly swing. This world that was supposed to be the epitome of hope would never miss him. Even his own shadow wouldn't miss him. But just like his ludicrous vision…

He had an opposite perspective on the world.

"Get a grip ya baka!…you're scaring the crowd here shitless!"

Suddenly a screech pierced his clouded senses and a wooden sandal flew out of nowhere.

It hit his hand. The brutal force made him loosen his grip on his sword. He looked up and saw a little girl walking towards him. She wasn't fazed by his appearance and aura.

"Just breath and calm your prissy feelings! Focus on something instead of the damn hate!"

Wherever he looked there was gore and the spectators didn't look good inverted in the sky so he tried to focus on the one thing that was upright and clear.

He focused on her.

His blazing reiatsu seemed to subside slightly; the air thinned gradually. Unfortunately for him the girl had exhausted her patience faster than he could completely calm his reiatsu.

"Guess I'll have to knock some sense into you"

He was really surprised with the fact that a girl half his size was taunting him. All he could do was stare at her as she sprinted towards him with a ridiculously huge piece of wood that was aimed at his head.

He didn't try to move. He merely observed her.

She had that huge scowl that marred her innocent face. Her hay colored hair flying like a banner behind her. Her large eyes weren't flickering with pure terror. It was instead gleaming with pure anger and—dare he say—recognition.

He went blank after that thought.

Several hours later…

When he woke up he was back to normal and he wasn't a terrifying spectacle anymore. He was leaning on a tree; someplace a bit far from the part of the village earlier. His clothes were littered with grass, dirt and crusted blood. Someone must have dragged him here.

He looked around hoping to see someone but no one was in sight. He tried as well to feel through the tall grass for his blade but it was nowhere to be found. Instead, he got hold of a familiar tiny wooden footwear.

Hirako Shinji was once again alone…

…but he's determined to change that.

He clutched the sandal tightly and, for the first time in weeks, he once again frowned in reverse.