Author's note, please read!
For Shadowthorne~~
Characters are property of Tite Kubo, I own nothing more then the story in itself ^^
The world was sideways and totally messed up, the buildings looking as if they were lying down but they still towered high, reaching for the sky above from the ground. The reason to why they looked like they were lying down was because you didn't move on the ground or on top of the buildings, but on the side of them.
The buildings were mostly glass, but they did havea framework. The normally blue sky was clouded and the rain kept drizzling down as it had for days, even though 'days' were a strong definition of something that you never saw occur. There were no days and nights, only time.
The buildings were drowning in the water as well as the two residents, where one of them hated the rain, falling like an endless stream of despair and grief. They knew so well that the rain was caused by chaos and uncertainty from the person in whom they resided, the pain from not knowing how to move forward.
Time had passed, though they remained in that world without any doubt that they should. It was as if they were sleeping, waiting for that spark to ignite, burning and drying out the water, leaving them unharmed to awaken from within the soul of a death god. Sitting there on the buildings, waiting for the moment where one of them would once again be wielded and the other would stay there, biding his time a little longer.
The endless rain faltered, as if something was disturbing the surface and they could feel something stirring, calling them to the surface to whatever it was that disturbed it. But they didn't move, they would wait until the call was more clear, telling them that their partner and King was moving towards the same goal had had set out when he first called them.
"Ichigo is trying to gain his powers back."
The man, who was a soul in a sword that was to be wielded, said his sentence carefully; as if the words could shatter the move that was being made. He let his eyes glide over the buildings to the other man whom had his back towards him. The copy of the man who wielded him, but a darker and more chaotic personality. The pale hollow whom had been forced to bow his head to Ichigo, but who did so with reverance to what Ichigo was to him. If Ichigo did not exist, so would never the hollow.
"Tch, I bet he's desperate, taking any chance he gets to get his powers back. Better get yourself ready Zangetsu."
The answer was said with a giggle, letting Zangetsu know that the hollow was having fun waiting. Insanity in person, residing inside a man who wanted to protect what was dear to him, how ironic.
The rain halted and the call was there, Zangetsu answered the call of his master and wielder, moving to help. The hollow felt the old strenght and assurance form within the soul, the bond to Ichigo pulling him to stand, gazing towards the sky and the clouds as they started to split up.
"It's time for a new round of King and Horse, isn't it... Ichigo."
The hollow let out a cackling laugh, a new time dawned as Ichigo found his power and the hollow within was there to make his precense known.
"I'm still here, you ain't getting rid of me."