NOTHING MEANS KISS

nyahahaha! You can tell I'm going crazy for this series yea? Anyway. Enjoy pretty please!

They kissed long and often now. They kissed and kissed. And Ichigo knew.

It could have gone on forever.

Everytime his hollow's lips parted from his, he could still feel the tingle, still taste the touch. Weather he would have liked that feeling to go on forever was anyone's geuss.

"In the end, it brings us back to kissing doesn't it, king"

his hollows words were sarcastic, mocking, cruel. But his lips and tongue. They were heaven and hell at the same time.

In the end, there was nothing, only kissing. His hollow was right, this love hate relation ship was based on nothing but the connection of their lips.

"I wonder why I'm always saving you king? Maybe because I want to keep you beside me?"

They didn't love each other. They didn't love each other at all. They didn't care for each other, of that Ichigo was sure.

But where's the use in being sure of something so abstract?

To Ichigo, he loved those lips and that toungue. It tingled when his hollow touched him. It felt wamr and good. But Ichigo supposed it didn't matter. If he knew he didn't love that creature, there was no point in being so addicted to his touch.

So why did he crave it when his hollow wasn't there? Why did he anticipate it when his hollow was near?

"Do you know king, hollows are the very pits of one's soul?"

He often wondered what his hollow meant when he said that. Did that mean he already knew what Ichigo was thinking? Did that mean he knew about his recent addiction that was just so wrong but so good?

But then again. It didn't matter. He was still king, his hollow was still horse. And though he was owned by him, though he was caught into kisses that disgusted him yet he wanted so badly...

It didn't matter. It meant nothing.

Nothing was always a kiss.

"You shiver when I touch you, do you liek me that much?"

And though the thought of his hollow thinking he liked him at all was repulsive, he did not deny it.

Because maybe it was a truth, just a little maybe.

His hollow grabbed him, kissed him again in what had become even more common than their fights. That addictive seductive tongue was so delicious, so nice.

"Want more?"

More was nothing. This was nothing. There was no point to any of this. These kisses were nothing.

In the end. Every part of their relationship was nothing. And the nothings were always completed by kisses. Such nothing like kisses.

"I control you, I kiss you. I love you. But it makes no difference does it?"

No it made no difference. None whatsoever. Because there was only a tiny truth in lies. And all this nothingness became their kisses.

Kiss means control, control means nothing and nothing means kiss. Such a vicious cycle this was. Loving yet not loving.

And their kisses meant nothing, their nothing meant kisses.

And it could have gone on forever.

OWARI

mmm, the end to this beautiful trilogy that nobody understands. Makes me want to laugh. Hee hee. Read and reveiw all three. Maybe you'll get it more if you read them in order. Thank you to those who did reveiw! Ish loves!