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CHAPTER 2
The party at Ishida's carried on. It was already past midnight and the level of sobriety was gradually decreasing. Partying people were lost in unspoken ritual of dancing, singing, laughing and passing out. But not everybody could join the cheerful, careless atmosphere. Just a moment ago a strange reunion of Kurosaki Ichigo and Tensa Shiro, accompanied by their current lovers, took place. The orange-haired boy scowled in annoyance at the sight of his white ex-boyfriend, while the other grinned in twisted way, completely impressed. Whole scene was witnessed by the group of their friends, who were trying their best not to let those two boys see each other. Unfortunately, their closest friend, Kuchiki Rukia, knew that the encounter was inevitable. She was deeply worried about possible outcomes. She switched here purple look from Shiro's boyfriend, Grimmjaw, to Ichigo's, Aizen. The blue one seemed to be purely shocked, he probably didn't know that the albino had ever dated somebody before him. On the other hand, Ichigo's lover was pretty calm, but his brown eyes were sending some sort of cold wave that was, probably, supposed to make the white boy feel uncomfortable. The raven-haired girl pitied Aizen. He just simply didn't know that Shiro didn't give a damn about strangers, their cold looks or murderous intentions. Moreover, those ill gestures towards him were making the white even more pumped up with adrenaline and excitement, which may later be used for fighting or, in worse case, changing into berserk mode. And if the person happened to fight Shiro's most dangerous state... there was no way to win, no matter how much stronger the opponent was. Because of that, Rukia eyed Aizen with worry, hoping his threatening attitude wouldn't provoke Shiro to fight.
„Mayb' instead of starin' at each othe' lik'a bunch of lunatics, shall we talk for'a mom'nt in private, Ichi~?" The albino set his piercing golden eyes at strong ochre orbs. The gaze made Ichigo's soul twist and heart bump rapidly. Nothing mattered to him at that moment, not even his boyfriend, who seemed to be taken back by such a direct offer. Those eyes had this strange power - the power to achieve whatever they wanted. „I think ya owe me tha', don'tchya think?" Shiro smirked, not caring about series of curses and questions coming from his blue lover's side. After a second, Ichigo gave insecure nod.
„You don't have to do whatever this guy tells you." said Aizen as moved closer, wrapping his arm around Ichigo's waist and hugging him possesively. Shiro mid-closed his eyes, his smirk changing into dangerous grin. The orange shivered and freed himself.
„I'll be fine." The orange whispered, giving a reassuring look. „He won't do anything if I don't let him." In the background he could hear albino's chuckle at rather blunt statement. Brow eyes hardened. „Alright, let's talk."
„That'so kind of ya, King. I'm really honour'd!" The white grabbed his chest, pretending to be moved deeply, which made the orange-headed more irritated. „Follow me." Both ex-lovers left the group and found an empty space in the kitchen, far away from the beat of music and with some drunkards lying on the ground. Shiro smirked, finding this place highly entertaining and fitting. He moved to the fridge and took out two bottles of beer, one of them being given to the other boy. The white took a generous sip and sighed in refreshment, stretching his arms and relaxing muscles. „Heee~, nothin' can replace good, cold beer~!" Ichigo also opened his bottle, but didn't drink the golden liquid. Instead, he observed his companion. The silence was later noticed by the albino, so he took a quick glance. „Ya'r really tense, Berry. It's a party, so chill out, will ya?"
„What do you want?" Ichigo growled, averting his eyes from the other. After what he had done he felt enormously awkward and it was a big shock to him that the albino wanted to have a word with him. His ex was really unpredictable, so he couldn't tell what was hiding behind that black eyes.
„I said I want'd ta talk, didn't I? Aft'a al', it's been 6 months, eh~?" Shiro smirked. For some reason, troubled Ichigo always made him pleased. Of course, he had to be the reason of troubling, otherwise things would go another way. The orange eyed him suspiciously and took the first sip from his bottle. „It's nothin' really personal to me, bu' I can see ya'r pretty much fidgety."
„I really wonder why..." Ichigo sniggered sarcastically.
„Still, I don't see why ya'r so angry at me, Ichi~." Shiro moved closer, smirk widening in maniacal way. „I believe it should'av been othe' way'round. I was the ditch'd one, right?" Ichigo's eyes narrowed. All of a sudden, embarrassment flew through him. It was the same feeling he had through the first month in Tokyo. He could never forgive himself for leaving Shiro in such a perfidious way. Now that his ex mentioned one of his biggest mistakes, he felt like a cold-hearted, ruthless bastard. He probably was one back then. „BUT~!" All unpleasant thoughts faded away and Ichigo jumped in shock from sudden shout. „It's been sooo long tim' tha' I no longer min'dat. I became a bette' person, I start'd ta liv' again, so no grudg'is held~!" Ichigo blinked in bewilderment. „Aft'a seein' ya tonight, I thought we can put our past in the past an' start bein' pals, again."
„Is that so?" For some reason, Ichigo's annoyance started to disappear and he gave a deep thought about coming back to being friends with Shiro. 'Hell, is it even right to be pals with your ex?'
„Yep~!" Shiro grinned cheerfully, to Ichigo's surprise. It's been quite a long time he saw a calm feature on normally twisted face. „Besid's, it's not lik' ya mean anythin' to me now." Ichigo was impressed by how the words stabbed him painfully. He shook himself mentally. 'Right, he doesn't mean to me anything, either. I'm with Aizen.' „So, what'chya say, aibou?" The white moved his bottle in front of Ichigo's face. „For the new beginning?" Ichigo stared at the bottle for a moment, before sighing and smiling in defeat.
„Yeah... For the new beginning." He gently hit Shiro's beer with his own and both boys took a big sip, sealing their word. Ichigo relaxed a little and, seeing that Shiro didn't want to be bitchy or cruel to him, he took a few deep breaths and tried to begin conversation. „You really changed a lot, Shiro." The albino eyed him questioningly. „What's with all those earrings and piercings?"
„Nah, I've just made som' changes in ma'self. Wha', ya dislik' it?" The white grabbed his hair to free them from ponytail. Silver locks fell freely on broad arms and well-build back, faintly shining from kitchen lamps. Brown eyes followed the movement faithfully.
„Can't say I like it... I was used to only one earring, not hundreds in ears, one in lip and two in eyebrows. Isn't it a little bit too much?" Shiro laughed at Ichigo's statement, putting the bottle down. „However... Long hair quite suits you."
„Ya see? I've told ya tha' before." Shiro chuckled, thinking about the times his hair was a lot shorter in... well... earlier times. He decided to give a thorough look at his ex, hoping to find some differences between the present and the past. Ichigo's hair got a little longer, the ends mildly touching his arms, but that was the only feature that caught his black-golden eyes. Ichigo looked at him, confusion pained on hi face, as Shiro decided to leave his eyesight from face to body. There was a strange change – it was almost as if Ichigo became smaller, more thin. He wasn't completely sure of that fact, clothes were successfully deforming all shapes. 'Tha' would be strange... But better giv'it a try...' „Hey, Ichi... I still hav' one wish from ya, aft'a ya dump'd me."
„Can you stop reminding me of that?" Ichigo scowled.
„I'll neve' mention it again, but ya need to do it and no noes." Shiro's eyes flashed dangerously, earlier friendly face replaced to a psychotic grin. „Duel me." As he was trying to take another sip, Ichigo's eyes widened and the boy accidentally choked.
„W-What?"
„Duel me, fight me, kick me, hit me, scratch me, whatev'a ya want to call it." The white put his beer aside and started to walk towards the orange boy.
„Wait, Shiro! Are you serious?" Ichigo also left his bottle, but took a few steps back. Black eyes weren't joking and he knew that Shiro wouldn't change his mind, nor could he.
„Oh, yeah, I'm deadly serious." The albino stretched his arms and flexed his muscles, preparing for fight. „I haven't had a good fight for quite a long time, Ichigo. And you know how much I enjoyed our little duels." Ichigo brought his fists together, still walking back from the other boy. He concentrated on his new opponent, waiting for any strange and rapid movement. „I hope you won't disappoint me." Shiro's pace quickened and both boys entered the living room, passing by all dancing people. Some of them felt the murderous atmosphere around two boys, so they decided to back off and make some place. Seeing the crowd parting, Shiro's golden eyes shined as his irises became very tiny. „LET'S GO, AIBOU!" Suddenly, the white launched himself and faced Ichigo, only millimeters away. The orange noticed Shiro's arm getting ready to punch, giving him enough time to block the attack. The crowd held its breath, impressed by the force of Shiro's punch and the speed of Ichigo's reaction. The albino grinned in satisfaction, rapidly drawing back and placing series of hits on opponent, which were constantly blocked. „You can't block me forever, Ichigo!" Shiro punched with more force. Ichigo gritted his teeth, feeling his arms getting damaged. It was right, he had to do something else. However, punching stopped and he felt himself being cut off the ground. The orange's eyes widened, as he used his hand to avoid falling and regained his balance. Shiro smirked, dropping his hands for a moment. 'There's the opening!' Ichigo's eyes focused and he started to run towards the white. Before there was any reaction, the orange boy kicked Shiro in ribs, making him cough in pain. Black eyes widened in surprise, white hands grabbed the flying foot, so the blow wasn't powerful enough to seriously hurt him. Ichigo stopped and tried to withdraw his leg, but the other's grip was too strong. Then, he felt his ankle being twisted, making him groan in pain. „What's wrong? Little boy is going to cry?"
„Shut the hell up!" Ichigo growled and supported his body weight with his hands, only to lift the other leg and give a powerful kick on albino's face, which send the other flying. Everyone's attention was paid on the fight, some of less sober people started to chant both boys' names. Shiro grabbed his face, trying to ease some pain, when he felt being lifted by tanned hand. Ichigo could hear dark chuckling coming form his opponent. „Have enough already?", Ichigo asked, but he knew that it was a silly question.
„Oh, I'm just getting warmed up." The albino grabbed other's waist and twisted it, releasing himself. No sooner after landing, he started to punch and kick, not giving any free time or opening. Ichigo decided to balance offence and defence. His senses sharpened, so that he could strike and block at the same time. All people witnessing the battle were caught by the show of strength. The movements and kicks were so quick that their eyes weren't able to register all of them.
„Kurosaki-kun! Tensa-kun!" There was a faint calling from the group, which wasn't audible for the fighting boys. It belonged to Orihime, who was frightened by the fierce battle her friends were having. „Please, stop it! Kurosaki-kun!" The brown-haired girl tried to pass through and reach the centre, but was immediately stopped by hand of blond, big-breasted girl. „R-Rangiku-san?"
„Oh, Orihime-chan, why so nervous~?" The blondie giggled, wrapping her arms around the shorter girl, preventing her from interrupting the duel.
„B-But Tensa-kun and Kurosaki-kun..."
„Aah~, no need to worry! They're not fighting a real fight!" Matsumoto smiled. Just when she spoke, Ichigo turned around a few times and kicked high enough. Shiro stumbled a little, head a little dizzy from damage. Blood started to dribble down from white lips. Orihime shook in fear at the violent sight. „It's just their way of bonding~!"
„But they're obviously hurting each other!" The brown girl shouted, trying to set herself free from Rangiku's strong arms. Another hand was placed on her head. This time, it belonged to ink-haired, glassed boy, whom she recognized as her boyfriend, Ishida Uryuu. „I-Ishida-kun..."
„Matsumoto-san is right. Just let them be, Inoue-san." His pale hand reached for his glasses, correcting their place on his nose. „Maybe those two idiots firstly need to beat themselves into pulp, considering the last time they were together..." Ishida focused his blue eyes on both boys. None of his friends knew about the conversation Shiro and Ichigo had had before the fight, but he was not far away from the kitchen and was able to overhear some things, especially the toast 'For the new beginning'. Ishida couldn't quite believe the things Shiro was talking. After Ichigo's departure and before moving away to Hokkaido, Shiro wasn't his normal self anymore. The orange-haired broke something inside, which made the current Shiro a lot more unpredictable. Or was it just his imagination? He stopped his thought, when a loud noise of shattering glass showed up. Right behind Ichigo's ear, one of his lamps crushed into pieces. The orange avoided it, luckily, and found another lamp, preparing to throw it at albino. „HEY! If you want to fight in my house, don't involve my stuff!" Both fighters looked Ishida for a millisecond. They renewed their attacks, but Shiro send Ishida his middle finger. The glassed boy scowled in irritation.
„Do you think they forgot what happened 6 months ago?" Orihime asked, a small tint of hope heard.
„We'll ask about that, after the fight..." Matsumoto answered, but then uproar started to get silent. „...which I think is over now." All three friends turned their eyes at the centre. The white male was standing above the other boy, pinning him to the ground. Even though the fight was long and demanding, Shiro's face wasn't expressing neither tiredness, nor pain. He was a lot more wounded and took in more blows than Ichigo, yet he seemed to be pretty fine. On the other hand, the orange boy was hardly breathing. He didn't have enough power to get rid of the weight Shiro was putting on him. It seemed that there was only a small scratch under his left eye, which hardly bled.
„Eh~? Givin' up, already?"The albino whined and stop putting pressure on the beaten boy. The other, however, remained lying on the floor, still recovering. „And ta think I went easy on y-URGH!" Before he could end his sentence, an unpredictable hit came from Shiro's left, pushing him away from the orange-headed. „Wha' the fuck?" Shiro shook his head to clear it from rather strong punch and searched for the reason. It was Ichigo's lover, Souske Aizen. His face was cold and emotionless, which gave a bad vibe to Shiro. A grin came back to Shiro's face. It seemed that his fighting isn't over yet. This time, the group of friends shouted, trying to stop any further fight. But it was useless, as Aizen was running towards the albino. Shiro could feel his blood rushing at unbelievable speed. His breathing hitched and muscles tensed. 'Oh, a rather interesting opponent...' He could feel the space around him slowing down. There were so many opening on glassed male. He just had to pick one, painful enough...
„NO! STOP! AIZEN! SHIRO!"...but then, a voice echoed in his white ears. He took a quick glance at the lying boy. Ichigo tried to stand up, but it was a hard task for him, so he started calling their names. The quick look ended and Shiro watched Souske approaching him at fast pace and attempting to punch. However, the albino noticed the movement and, with only one hand, stopped the hit, immobilizing the arm. Aizen's face didn't even move, but his eyes showed a sign of surprise. The group got silent, only Renji was brave enough to step into the area of fighting and hel Ichigo get up. The orange boy held his breath, looking at the scene of his lover and ex-lover's stopped fight. Aizen pierced Shiro with his brown eyes, while his free hand made a swing and wanted to attack. No one was fast enough to react or shout when Shiro used his other palm to stop the second blow.
„Ain'tchya listenin' ta yer boy?" Shiro drawled his words. „Today ya'r not my fight, so scram." Aizen smiled coldly, withdrawing his fists and taking Ichigo away from the helping redhead. Shiro's eyes tried to burn a big hole inside the brown head. 'Somethin' is definit'ly fucked up with his brain...', he thought. No sooner all boys on the area lost interest of the crowd, so everyone came back to partying and drinking. Only Ishida, Orihime, Matsumoto and Rukia stayed and demanded explanation from the ex-couple. As Shiro wanted to say something, the third hit of the day on his head sent him flying accros the room. 'Fuck, today I'm likely to get brain damadg'.' When his vision cleared he heard the same sound of breaking bones and spot of orange flew in front of his nose. It was Ichigo, who joined him near wall.
„ARE YOU TWO OUT OF YOUR MINDS?" The raven-haired girl shouted at both boys in pain, anger flashing in her purple eyes. „What were you trying to do? Kill each other?" Ichigo winced in pain, having already enough of hitting and beating. „Look, I know there were some things between you two, but can't you give it a rest?" Two pairs of eyes, golden and brown, looked at angry Rukia in confusion and turned at themselves. After a second Shiro started to laugh like a maniac and Ichigo chuckled silently. Now it was whole group's turn to be confused.
„Ya thought I was tryin' ta get ma revenge from 6 months ago? Hahaha, ain'tchya really cute, Ruki-chan~!" Shiro tried to hold back his laughter and speak normally.
„What do you mean?" The black-haired girl blinked, her eyes turning on Ichigo.
„He means that we didn't fight over the past." Ichigo explained. He knew that everyone would be dumbfounded. They didn't know about the deal Shiro and he made. „It was his idea to duel, so you can't blame me for that."
„Oy, ya didn't seem not ta enjoy it, Berry." Shiro smirked.
„Don't call me Berry!" Ichigo shouted, hating the nickname from the bottom of his heart. After another series of albino's laughter, he noticed mixed expression on his lover's face. „Everyone, don't worry, we are cool. Sorry for not telling you, Aizen, but Shiro and I used to fight like that back in High School."
„Ah, those were th' times..." Shiro stood up and wiped some blood, which appeared right after Rukia's kick of death. „But I can't stop ma'self from tellin' ya that ya pretty much grew thin." He offered his white hand to lift Ichigo up.
„I admit I neglected my physical condition, but I was busy with other things!" Ichigo growled as if the reason was the most obvious fact in the world. Shiro rolled his eyes.
„Either way, ya'd better see Sensei before ya leave, again" Ichigo nodded in agreement, moving closer to his boyfriend. Aizen's cold glare didn't leave the white figure. „When ya'r goin'?"
„I have two weeks left." Ichigo answered. „Alright, guys, it was great to see you, but I'll be going." Ichigo smiled at his friends, hugging and shaking hand every one of them.
„Aw, Kurosaki-kun, we should see each other again!" Orihime whined. Then, she jumped in excitement. „I know! All of you should come to my house and we'll organize a tea evening! How about that? Kurosaki-kun and Souske-kun should come together!" The orange boy laughed at his friend's eagerness. He turned at Shiro and was about to hug him, when suddenly he realized his action. 'What the hell am I doing!' He jumped in comical way, making Shiro blink in surprise. The white smirked evilly.
„Old habits, Berry~?" Ichigo blushed deeply and took Aizen's arm, storming out from the house as fast as possible. Before he reached the front door, he could hear his ex's calling. „We'll meet again!" The only answer that came back was Aizen's cold look. After some time Shiro got used to that invisible ice glare. He sent his own evil look back and turned to their friends. Everyone seemed to be glad about his and Ichigo's reconciliation, but there was one face, which was rather sour-looking. „Hey, Milady, ar'ya alright?" Rukia stopped looking at the front door, where her had just disappeared.
„Yeah, I'm fine. It's just..." She tried to choose good words to avoid misunderstanding. „It was only first meeting, but that Aizen guy... He gave me a nasty feeling... There was no honesty in his actions. It gave me creeps." Shiro perfectly knew about that feeling. Even without knowing at first who he was, he felt the strange aura the brown-haired male was giving. Hell, his unnatural way of being and his ruthless will to fight him were enough for him to deduce that nothing good was going to happen during those 2 weeks. 'Well, it's Ichigo's choice and it's not my problem.' He thought indifferently, shrugging to himself. After so much rush and excitement the only thing he needed was Grimmjaw and unoccupied place.
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Past.
„The fuck wit' holidays." A faint groan could be heard in dark alley, near Karakura High School. The street was lightened with only one lantern, which switched off and on frequently, due to light bulb's failure. Only deep breathing was heard in the air and the scent of sweat and blood hovered above two heads: one white and one orange. Both boys were injured fatally – Shiro's right arm hung lifelessly, while the second gripped on bare chest, where a big bruise was changing its color into deeper shade of purple; Ichigo tried to stop the bleeding coming from his forehead and couldn't stand on his right leg. Both boys had several cuts on their chests and arms and their faces were swollen after series of punches. They looked around the street. There were at least 15 bodies lying on the ground, each one passed out after painful encounter with either Shiro or Ichigo. „First day wit'out school and we already hav' ta fight those motherfuck'rs..." It was the first day after graduation. Both boys ended their school, welcoming one of the longest holidays they ever had. In two weeks they were supposed to take entrance exams into their new universities. But life wasn't easy on them. Since it became obvious that Shiro and Ichigo were dating, their relationship had its supporters as well as haters. During 2 years, there was almost no week without a single gang fight Shiro and Ichigo vs. Whole bunch of Gangsters Affected by Steroids. Fortunately, both of them knew how to fight and not once were they forced to join their strength. „Ichi, ar'ya aliv'?" The albino moved closer to his lover, wrapping the tanned arm around his shoulders and helping the other keep the stance.
„Yeah... Barely, but yeah." Ichigo tried to make a step forward, but his leg was giving him hard time. „Let's go home."
„I'll walk ya ta yer's." Shiro cursed his body silently. If the pain in his ribs wasn't so annoying, he could try to lift Ichigo and go on his own. Both boys began their slow travel to Kurosaki's Clinic. Ichigo winced, horrible pain in his leg reminding of itself with every centimeter. „Maybe we should tak'a break, Ichi?"
„No, I'm fine. We need to see my Dad as soon as possible." Ichigo gritted his teeth. They were about to exit the creepy alley, when, all of a sudden, new shadows appeared in front of them. Shiro and Ichigo stopped, using the strength left to see the groups faces. The brown orbs widened. „Shit..." There was one face, which he recognized immediately. During their earlier fight, a clumsy gangster flew away quickly and Ichigo was already occupied with other fighters, so he just forgot about him. 'He called for help... Fuck, now I'm going to regret leaving him.'
„Well, well, well. You queers seem to be quite exhausted." The tallest and biggest guy spoke, showing his metal teeth in disgusting, wicked smile. Shiro snarled. They were too exhausted to beat up another 5 big guys with no necks. Before the white could move, the biggest grabbed his throat and lifted him up. Ichigo was pinned down by two other boys, cursing the gang and shouting for Shiro. „Normally I ask politely all homo-fuckers to leave the city, but you two are giving me too many goddamn problems. My people are leaving me, because they don't want to encounter you, cunts." His giant fist, armed in knuckleduster, painfully hit the white's stomach. Shiro's eyes widened in unbearable pain when the blow forced great amount of blood out of white lips. The big gangster smiled in satisfaction and threw the weakened boy at two helpers. He signed them to hold the albino, while he turned himself at suffering orange boy. „That's why I've decided to eliminate you myself. There's no place here or on the Earth for motherfuckers like you."
„SHIRO! SHIRO!" After the white's coughing with blood, Ichigo screamed in terror. He never saw his lover beaten to senselessness. „YOU SON OF A BITCH! LET GO OF ME! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Ichigo tried to overcome earlier exhaustion, but his guards were too powerful. He wriggled violently, kicking with all his might. Then, a great blow came from above, slamming Ichigo's face with the street's concrete.
„Your hair is surely irritating." The boss smirked, lifting the boy by his orange locks. Ichigo hissed in pain, great rivers of blood coming out of just-crushed nose. „I think you'll be the first one to say 'Hi' to Heavens. Give me my crowbar." The clumsy gangster walked with a metal weapon, while two guardians spread Ichigo's arms, giving a better opening. „Say your shitty prayers, though I doubt God will listen to rape-loving bastard, such as yourself."
„Go to Hell..." Ichigo mumbled, finding in himself last power to spit on the biggest gangster with blood. This made the villain furious and he started to cover the orange-heads body with powerful hits from crowbar. Screams of pain mixed with joyful, cruel laughter of gangsters. Crowbar started to tear all clothes of the victim, tearing skin into pieces and making bloody holes on tanned skin. Ichigo wished so much to pass out. He wanted to fall into blackness and wait for mercy, but boss's hits were well-thought – they weren't meant to beat Ichigo senseless. It was far crueler, he had to horribly suffer. Shiro's eyelids twitched as his consciousness was slowly coming back. Cries of pain haunted his hazy mind and evil laughter shattered his nerves. He slowly opened one of his black eyes, but the vision was blurry. There were some pictures. Two of them were moving roughly. And red... Lots of red coming from one body. The vision sharpened and Shiro recognized one figure – the boss was swinging something that was making all red spots. There was more and more of that with every hit. Blood. His nose captured strong scent of blood, refreshing his mind even more. Irises grew bigger, almost covering golden orbs, which were furiously flashing. His body nerves recovered, sending armies of pain that let Shiro's brain wake up. The scene was now clear. The biggest gangster was using crowbar to place powerful hits on fragile skin of Ichigo. His Ichigo... 'No... Ichigo... ICHIGO...' Screams became weak, as orange-head was losing energy. That was the line. The line, which gangsters had broken. Shiro felt his veins growing and restlessly pumping more and more blood with adrenaline through his muscles. All his nerves had been silenced, making the white lose his sense of touch, therefore lose all pain. Chaos was welcomed in his mind. Madness. Gangsters that were holding the white boy looked at him, when strange sounds came out. At first, it sounded like a growl mixed with chuckle, but then Shiro burst into maniacal laughter.
„You fuckin-AAAAGH!" In no time, one of the guardians screamed in pain. The boss blinked at unwanted sound and turned at the source. One of his fellows was sent flying into a bricked wall, while the second, who cried, had his arm twisted to the point of breaking arm joint.
„WHAT THE FUCK?" The boss shouted, not believing what was in front of his eyes. The gay he had beaten a while ago had changed. His black eyes were wide-opened and golden orbs were glowing with blood-thirst and insanity. Big, sickening smile broadened on white face, giving the strongest and most dangerous aura the man had ever experienced. Shiro laughed as he pulled the broken arm painfully, bringing the attacked to him. With murderous intention, he smashed the head against the ground. A sound of breaking skull could be heard, making the witnesses shiver in fright. Only Ichigo was too dizzy to be aware of the situation. The only thing he heard was his lover's laughter. No one dared to move, until Shiro stopped his ruthless act. The victim fell on the ground lifelessly. Shiro turned his head on the group. His tongue ran over his bloody lips, tasting the intoxicating substance. The gang froze.
„you... Will... DIE..." Shiro stressed every word, dark vibe thickening gradually. All members started to whisper in fear, while the ones, who held half-dead Ichigo, threw the boy on the ground and started to back off. Shiro grinned even wider, slowly making steps forward. All gang members, including the clumsy one, decided not to sacrifice themselves and left the alley in hurry, leaving the petrified boss alone. The left gangster stood still, his eyes trapped inside the pool of black and gold. His mind alarmed him furiously, ordering the man to run away. „YOU WILL DIE HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!" As he tried to move, the albino ran at abnormal speed, gripping the bigger male's throat and clutching it to the point, when the other was forced to kneel. Shiro dug his black nails into skin, drawing blood. The sight turned the psycho on.
„N-N-N-No, p-p-please... h-h-have... m-mercy!" Tears were running down big, red cheeks, which started to change their colour into purple. Shiro's eyes shrank, almost disappearing. This sight was too patchetic. He had to get rid of it. The other hand was added and joined in crushing thick neck of the gangster. „I-I-I h-h-ave ch... ch... children. A-And a... w-woman! D-D-Doon...oon't..." The air was escaping from his lungs, so he lost his ability to speak.
„I'LL PROBABLY DO THEM A FUCKING GREAT FAVOUR BY GETTING RID OF SUCH A SHITBAG..." Shiro's voiced echoed in the alley. The gangster was getting dizzy from lack of oxygen. He wanted to set himself free, so he moved violently with his arms. There was no use, the grip was as strong as if it was made of concrete. He punched albino in the face. No effect, it only made the maniac laugh frighteningly. 'I... I'm going... to die...' Those were the last thoughts before his mind fell into comforting darkness. His body fell limp, breath on the edge of disappearing. The sight made the maniac even more excited. He got what he wanted. The fucker was almost dead. Murderous joy ran in his veins, tickling him and making him laugh. He was laughing loudly, ignoring everything around. Ignoring...
„STOP IT! SHIRO, STOP IT!" After hearing familiar voice, the chaos in his mind stopped moving. Moreover, a pair of broken and damaged arms wrapped around his neck, and embraced him tightly. „Please! I'm begging you! Stop it, Shiro!" It was Ichigo. Just when he found himself on the ground, no longer held by gangsters, his senses refreshed and let him look at the situation. What his brown eyes saw terrified him – his lover was awake and seemed to be well. But it wasn't Shiro. The person in front of him was a monster that Shiro was taming through his lifetime. The berserk, which was created by Shiro's dark past, by his parents, who made his childhood a living Hell, just because of his body differences. They were scared of him. Instead of accepting, they decided to punish their son. The reason? His life was big enough reason to be punished and accused of all Earth's disasters. There was even a moment, when his mother came late at night with a pillow in her hands and tried to put his son into eternal sleep. Shiro was lucky enough to run away from them, but that didn't solve all problems. He suffered from anger management problems, therefore his mind was shutting off every time he got too excited. It put him into berserk mode. Ichigo heard those stories from Shiro when they started their relationship, but never had a chance to witness that state. That night was the first time he saw his lover turn into berserk. And he was purely scared. He couldn't breathe, when he saw the first gangster fall down from breaking his skull. Fortunately, he only passed out. But then, Shiro was on the edge of suffocating the boss. He had to stop him, because he knew the real Shiro would never forgive himself for killing a person. „Please, Shiro! It's me, Ichigo! Let him go!" The albino froze at words, maniacal laughter . His grip loosened a little, but he still refused to set the gangster free. The orange started to quiver, afraid of being too late. „Let him go, Shiro! I'm here and I'm fine, you see? Let him go, you already taught him a lesson." White clutches were slowly opening and the body had finally fell on the ground. Ichigo moved immediately to the gangster, putting his ear near the nose and watching the chest. Faintly, but it was still rising and falling and he could feel the wind of breath tickling his cheek. 'Fuck... Fuck, he's alive... He's fucking alive... I'm glad.' Ichigo almost fell from relief, but instead, he approached his boyfriend and embraced him, letting the white face bury in the crook of his neck. Shiro was calming down. The fog of madness in his mind was clearing up and the picture of Ichigo appeared in front of his golden eyes. He breathed quickly, all muscles relaxed and pain came back with full force. Hands, which were strangling the gangster earlier, placed themselves on the damaged body, returning the hug.
„I-Ichigo..." His voice was breaking. Golden orbs were set on the lifeless figure. „I-I-Is h-he...? H-Have I...?"
„No, Shiro. You haven't done anything, I promise." Ichigo caressed white locks, trying to calm his love down. „Come on, let's go home."
AG-RO-TAG'S NOTE!
Eh... It's already past midnight... I'm sleepy...
Well, this will be the chapter I'm updating before going to bigger trip to Belgium! So I don't know when will be the next update. Hope soon...
Man, it was surely tough one! The most difficult part was their past and showing 'the berserk mode'. I hope I got Shiro's character right :D Right, it's quite OOC, since we all know our lovable hollow would only kill kill and kill. So the most dangerous state was, in my opinion, a lot more IC :D
Hope you enjoyed!
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