The Chains on a Horse's Ankles

by Jaiden Winterfox

Just some drabble-type-thing that I wrote freshman year out of boredom. I may do more with it later, suggestions?

Dont forget that either one of us could become the king or the horse. If you ever give me the chance, I'll drag you down and crush your skull!

"And that's exactly what I'll do," Shirosaki says reflecting on his last encounter with Ichigo. Immobile in the dark space tucked away in a corner of Ichigo's mind he has some quiet to think. Chains rattle as he shifts to a more comfortable position. He twists his wrists around until they crack. He then cracks his neck and shoulders. Utterly bored, he stares at the dark, or perhaps nonexistent, ceiling. He thinks of Ichigo, training with those other shinigami to control the power that isn't even his. Shirosaki grins to himself.
He'll weaken. These chains won't hold me long. He thinks to himself. He snickers. Not long at all.