Hiya everyone!

Well, life is getting hectic, but I've managed to find a way around it! I know I hardly ever have the time to update my story's now. So this one is a little different.

To start with, unlike every single other one of my stories, this one is rated M simply because I don't know what I'm going to do with it! XZ There may be sex, there may not. There may be violence, there may not. At this point, I'm not even sure where I'm taking it!

Also, this story is set out with very short chapters, and the idea is that it gives you a little information, then you can think about it and interpret it the way you like!

I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach! DO NOT! If I did, Ichigo would kick the ass of ANYONE who got in his way…

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Ichigo shivered, he couldn't believe it…

Didn't want to believe it…

Couldn't understand it…

He had done everything for them, fought, trained, bled, broken bones! He had seen people killed, eaten by hollows, and turned into what they most feared. He'd been dragged into a world that wasn't his own, into the heart of something he had never even dreamt of.

And the moment he'd seen, the moment he'd found out, he had helped.

Damn it! He had helped them!

Stood on the rooftop in the rain, his long fingers slowly curled into fists, his anger grew. It flashed out in waves as he burned with it, the emotion roiling within him. He was so overcome by it, that for a moment he lost himself in the sheer feeling of power.

It was then that the voice whispered to him…it was then that the beast within cajoled him, spoke to him of death, despair, loss; and the power it gave him.

At first, the words sounded sweet, and he allowed them to wash over him in waves, to take away the prickling anger and replace it with that cold, burning sense of indifference. And for a while, he believed it.

He had always known it was true; had always known his own power.

With a cruel chuckle, he mocked the open sky.

"Fools!" he hissed passionately, "the only reason they've won their damn wars is because of me!"

He released his tight fists, letting his fingers dance in the liquid rich air as he felt the muscles react with small tingles of pleasure.

"If they no longer need me, like they say, then my job is done…"

He looked down at one of his hands, studying it dispassionately, his brief sense of powerful euphoria suddenly disappearing with the knowledge of the next words he would utter.

"But if they hunt me like they said they would…I will cut down anyone in my path…"

With a sigh he shut out the whispering voice, tunned out to the promises of power and ability that had briefly overcome him. He wouldn't listen to the being within him.

Oh, he knew that what he said was true, and that he could have anything he wanted with the power he had gained, protecting those that shut him out the moment he was done.

But the prospect didn't thrill him, didn't excite him at all…

Now all he felt was empty.

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Alrighty, depressing I know.

And I won't delude you, it will probably be that way for a long time; may even end that way!

But I hope this story can give people some things to think about! Yep yep yep! That's my aim!

Please push the button and tell me what you think!