A/N: Ello again. 83
Well after stalking Hollow Ichigo-Ichigo for about a week now I decided I should, like, seriously get off my fat ass and update some of my stories. 83
Anyway, here's the next chapter. It may be a little confusing at first, though. x3
With a gasp, golden eyes flew open.
Shirosaki sat up, panting, clutching at his chest. "W-W...What the hell happened?"He whispered. "Was...Was it just a dream?" After a moment of a futile attempt to calm his fear, the albino glanced around, and, to his surprise, found himself back at his house. He was sitting up in his king-sized bed (A/N: Pun intended), velvet black sheets laid at his hips. But there was something missing. Glancing to the side, he realized something, something that made him hurt on the inside; No Ichigo. No bright, warm orange fluff to be seen, no soft, tanned arms wrapped around his waist. Shiro couldn't help the small whimper that slipped from his lips.
Carefully pushing the sheets aside, Shirosaki swung his feet over the side. Walking down the hall, there was a very eerie, still feeling to the atmosphere that caused the hairs on the the back of the albino's neck to stand up.
"I-Ichi? Ichigo?"He called out, slowly glancing side to side once in the living room.
No answer.
Shirosaki nervously padded to the kitchen, where his beloved orange-headed lover would usually have breakfast ready.
No table made, no coffee steaming, no scrabbled eggs, no sizzling bacon...
And most of all...
No Ichigo.
Shirosaki closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 'Calm down,' He thought to himself. 'Your overreacting. He's probably at Renji's.' The albino knew very well that Ichigo liked going over to the pineapple's house a lot, as they were close childhood friends. Rushing back to the room, he rummaged in the drawers, he pulled out a pair of ripped shinny blue jeans along with a small black shirt. Pulling the tight-fitting shirt over his head, Shirosaki leaned over and picked of the jeans. He slipped his first leg in and bounced slightly, cursing to himself when he fell over. He sat on the bed, shoving his other leg in and pulling the jeans the rest of the way up. Grabbing a jacket and his cellphone, Shirosaki raced out the door.
Renji's House
"Ulquiorra," Renji hissed. Ichigo stared in horror at the raven-haired man before him. The three were so wrapped up in their conversation, they didn't even realize the male was there into he said something.
Behind green-eyed male, Stark, Yammy, and Nnoitra slipped in. Ichigo shrank back as Ulquiorra stalked forward. the male was known to be cruel and cold hearted. Renji growled and took a step forward, but soon found himself knocked down by Yammy. Said male grinned as the red-head laid dazed on the ground.
"Renji!" Rukia rushed forward, only to find Yammy's fist colliding with her jaw, leaving her sprawled on the ground in a world of pain. Ulquiorra's piercing green eyes never left Ichigo's terrified chocolate-colored ones. Reaching forward, the green-eyed man roughly grasped the cowering strawberry's shirt, forcing his off his feet.
"It's your fault he died. And I intended to make you pay, with interest." The voice was so low that only Ichigo could hear.
Ulquiorra let Ichigo go, only to give him a punch directly in the face. With a startled and pained cry, Ichigo fell back into the coffee table behind him. He screamed as his broken glass dug into his back, crimson liquid quickly pooling on the top of the table and dripped off.
but Ulquiorra didn't stop there.
Oh, no.
He jabbed his steel-toed boot into Ichigo's side and roughly shoved him off the table. The orange-haired man gave another cry as the other ruthlessly continued to beat him, blood splattering everywhere. that's when Yammy and Stark decided to have some fun of their own, kicking, punching, and throwing things at Ichigo.
"Leave...Him...A-Alone!"
Renji made an attempt to stand, but was nocked down by Yammy again."Such an annoying pest," He mocked, dragging the red-head to another room, followed by Stark and Nnoitra.
after a few more harsh kicks to the stomach, Ulquiorra abandoned his assault. "I hope you learned your lesson, Kurosaki Ichigo."This isn't over yet."
Said teen whimpered. He was laying in a large puddle of his own blood. The foul crimson liquid stained everything around him. He tried to say something, but was forced into a harsh coughing fight, blood splatting the ground and trickled down his face. Satisfied, Ulquiorra called to his other members, who quickly followed him out the front door.
"I-Ichigo!" Ichigo felt Rukia shake him slightly, whimpering, he closed his eyes. "R-ruk-" He was caught in another coughing fit just as Renji entered the room. He was in bad shape- A black eye, lots of bruises, few cuts- But not as bad as Ichigo. He was on the phone, and Ichigo assumed he's called the police.
the last thing Ichigo remembered was a familiar hand running through his hair and a whisper that made his heart hurt before he lost consciousness.
"Oh,Ichigo..."
Okay, so Bob the plot bunny and I made a deal. I heald up my end, now his turn to finish the deal. xD
You may have questions about Shiro, but they will be answered soon. 83
I know this one is short, sorry, but I'll update soon! 83
* Looks at the long line of Plot Bunnies left * NEXT!
Until next time~