I wanted to write something sad.
Don't know why, just did.
I like Shiro's attitude throughout this fic.
Warning: Lots of language.
It had been months. Days, after the War with the Arrancar on that wintery evening. When they were in Hueco Mundo, Grimmjow had sprung back to life after Ichigo admitted his feelings for the feral arrancar and put his entire soul into it. At first, the cat-like man was taken back by this sudden gesture but eventually warmed up to Ichigo. Black and yellow eyes watched from the back of Ichigo's mind. This man..he was not what he seemed. He could see through the lies.
Only Shiro could.
Shirosaki Hichigo, that is. Ichigo's Hollow. What a trip.
The fucking fucktard of a King was looking at this ass backwards. Literally. The Horses mind, if he had one, screamed silently everytime that bastard would plow into Ichigo. Zangetsu would be nearby watching him with a stern expression. Everytime he asked Shiro if anything was wrong, the white hollow backed into a corner and stared into space as the sky shined all too bright for his liking. Zangetsu got more persistent each day, and quite frankly, the demon was getting pissed.
It was like a shockwave to the hollow when suddenly one sunny evening in Ichigo's inner world..
It started to rain.
No, that wasn't the right word. Hurricane. Yeah, thats it.
Shiro hauled himself up, and even held out a pale hand to see if he was not hallucinating. With an eyebrow raised, he eyed the drop of water that filled his palm, and eventually snaked down his arm and onto the sideways buildings below him. Zangetsu was nearby, somehow not falling off that damn stick even though the winds had to have been some demonic force of nature.
"Why are you staring at this weather as if its a new breed?" the man murmured loud enough so he could be heard through the wind and eventual thunderclaps.
"Uh, Old Man, have you not noticed the sudden FUCKING MOODSWING OF THE WEATHER?" Shiro waved his arms when he started to yell.
"Of course. Kind of hard not to miss, you idiot."
Shiro fumed, and turned on his heels. "Wonder if it has to do with that bastard.." he muttered.
"What was that?" Zangetsu called.
"What? I didn't say anything." Shiro faked innocence.
"Look. Go up in the human world and see whats wrong with him." Zangetsu barked.
"Why can't you do it you ungrateful fuck?" Shiro yelled back with spite.
"Because maybe if he see's someone he hates, he will be too shocked to continue this..mood."
"...Are you fucking high? THAT MADE NO FUCKING SENSE!" Shiro grabbed his forehead.
"Uh, no, but think about it. He hasn't spoken to you since your huge territory battle. He would be surprised to see you."
He had a point. "Whats your point?"
"I just said it."
"What the fuck ever I don't wanna go." Shiro's pride wouldn't let him.
"Uh, yeah you are."
"Wha--?!"
The next thing Shiro knew, the sideways world faded before him along with that smug grin on Zangetsu's face. Shiro was cursing obsenities, but stopped as he realized what was in front of him. On the pavement. Right in front of the hollow. There. Was. Ichigo. The boy looked like he HAD been through a hurricane or much better, a blender. Cuts and bruises lined his body and his clothes were tore to hell. His eyes were also closed. Shiro was so shocked, he just stood there.
"K-King?!" he finally managed to sputter.
Ichigo opened a eye wide at the name, and turned his optics until they fell on the white being. "H-Hollow? What the hell are you doing here? I thought I destroyed you!"
"Of course not you fucking idiot. Whose power do you think your bowering everytime you Hollowfy?" Shiro glared.
"..Oh, well that is true."
"Shutup. What happened to you?" he took a step closer to Ichigo.
"Why do you care? All you have ever done was call me hell and havoc. And hurt my friends. And---"
"Was it that blue haired Arrancar?"
He seemed to hit a injured spot, for Ichigo sure winced like it was. Ichigo's face turned to not look at Shiro again and he saw the boys body rise in a heavy sigh. The albino saw the blood spread out over the pavement, and in turn looked around with those strangely colored eyes of his. Thats when the scream of a hollow came to his ears, and it was out for blood. Blood of a Shinigami. Oh, how they loved their Shinigami's.
"Look, let me help you get out of here." Shiro could not believe he was doing this.
"Fuck you."
Shiro almost choked when Ichigo said that. What the fucking FUCK was this ungrateful bastard cursing at him for? All he ever did was try to help. Well..and kill his friends, and try to take over his body, and other things BUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER! He walked over to the boy and glared down at him. Ichigo turned to look up at his hollow, and slightly winced at the glare that hit like fire to the skin.
"Hollows. Are. Coming here. To. EAT YOUR ASS!" Shiro shouted.
"Just my ass?"
"DUDE FUCK YOU that is not what I meant. They will fuck you dry if you don't get with the FUCKING PROGRAM!" Shiro grabbed the protesting Ichigo, and shot off like lightning.
After a while of Ichigo squirming, Shiro guessed he lost to much blood and couldn't put up with it anymore. A voice drifted to his head, and he regretted listening to that shit. A scowl formed on the Hollow's face and he stole a glance at Ichigo before answering it.
"What the fuck do you want?"
'He is losing too much blood, Shiro.'
"I'm working on it."
'Hurry.'
Zangetsu's voice vanished, and Shiro tried to push down that feeling of panic he was developing for the orange haired boy. Eventually, the two reached his home somehow, and he laid the boy on the bed after jumping through the open window. It took the hollow this long to notice he was wearing the same thing Ichigo was, just white and black. Normal human clothes. Shiro twitched his nose, and silently mused on how good he looked in them. He could get used to human clothes.
"King, you awake?"
Ichigo responded with a groan.
"Fuck me."
Another groan.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Shiro did the most stupidest thing ever.
"Who is it?"
What. The. Fuck. YOUR FUCKING VOICE IS LAYERED AND SOUNDS LIKE A ECHO! YOU DON'T SOUND LIKE ICHIGO, SHIRO! He screamed this all to himself inwardly.
"Rukia."
Who the fuck was that? Oh, that one Shinigami bitch who gave Ichigo his first taste of being a Shinigami. He remembered Ichigo saying something about it at one point when he was fighting him.
"The door is open."
You stupid bastard.
And of course she walked in, and instantly flipped the fuck out when she saw the white hollow standing over a bloody Ichigo. She instantly, as well, dropped her stuff and went to draw her zanpakuto, but it wasn't there. The bitch forgot she was in a gigai. Hah, how is it kids these days say it? L. O. fucking L. Shiro snorted at her vain attempt, and instead of reaching for a soul candy, she was just tensed up.
"What are you doing here? I thought Ichigo destroyed you?"
"And I thought fucking people couldn't get more stupid."
"What did you do to him?"
Shiro looked sort of hurt. "Me? No no no..NO. He beat me in that battle, he is the King. I didn't do shit. It was storming like a mother fucker inside his head, and so his zanpakuto threw me out to go see the problem and. Here. We are."
Rukia took it in for a moment. "Was it Grimmjow?"
Shiro's mood darkened, and Zangetsu feared from the inside it would start raining hellfire. "Why should it be?"
"Um.." the girl bit her lip.
"Tell me, or I will fuck your entire life up. Trust. Me." he was deadly serious.
Rukia grabbed the her shoulder with the opposite arm, and had a hard time saying what it was. Shiro stared with fire in his golden eyes, and finally Rukia said it.
She told him the reason.
And on the inside, he felt as if his insanity had been ripped into double insanity.
Feral animal insanity, yeah, thats it.
She said..
"Grimmjow abuses him."
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