A/N: I've used 'Ichigo' and 'Shirosaki' or 'hollow' so much that my Microsoft program has started correcting my spelling of their names and capitalizing them. -.'

Italics- what they're thinking

And Bleach is still tiiiiiiiiight man! Seriously it's Kubo Tite's.

Ch-3

Hollows didn't have to sleep. They had no dreams actually. He often daydreamed though, when he could control his thoughts. But he didn't sleep, he wasn't tired, he never exhausted himself. He'd rest his eyes and lay down out of boredom though.

Other times he'd break the windows of some of the buildings and watch them regenerate. He'd put his fist through the hole while it was growing back and the glass would form around it. Then he'd break it again and watch the pieces vanish and the whole replenish.

But now he was thinking of what he'd do to torture, but help King. There were lots of things that needed to be done and he was 'organizing' them in his mind.

When he was finally ready for King to come he yelled as loud as he could,
'King, getcha damn ass in here!'. He was a little pissed at having to tell King to get here so he could help, maybe the begging of his King would be good…

While he was waiting he spun his white zangetsu by its hilt wrap in his favorite fashion, and paced violently across the blue buildings.

He yelled again, he knew Kings end of the link was incredibly weak, but he was hoping that if he screeched louder then he'd be heard. He kept yelling till he was hoarse,, (HORSE!)

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Back in his room, Ichigo was listening to music, volume all the way up. He knew he should be training, but wasn't sure if his hollo- Shirosaki, was ready. He got up and turned the music off after three repeats of some random playlist song. Then he heard it, a hoarse whisper that just sounded like a quieted yell. He jumped up when he realized it was Shirosaki's voice, and face-planted into the wall.

'ack!..goddammit!..'

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Shirosaki, finally satisfied that he'd gotten Ichigo's attention, began to pull him in, onto the blue building top.

Still swinging his sword around his finger, he looked carefully at the clothes Ichigo was wearing today. It was strange that he changed his clothes every day! He'd worn the same white shihakashu all the time, except for the few times he'd gone into bankai. And these things looked so strange..neony colors and tight black pants. How could you move in something so constricting? He was so used to the baggy skirt-like obi (that's the name of the pants right?..)

'..what?'

'uh..King, aren't those pants a little tight? How do you move?' do prove his point he jemped at the innocent orange-head with his spinning zangetsu aimed at him.

'what the fuck is wrong with you?' he yelled, 'nani?'.(..that's just another 'what' in Japanese)

'pleasure m' with a fight, eh King?' hearing the first two words out of his mouth, Ichigo's face tinged, 'yeesh, he did it on purpose, he IS a perv..'

'fine, but this better mean something, or be useful, Shiro-teme..'

'-sama to you, King! And yea yea, just bring your blade dumbass'

There was actually a method to his madness. He would watch King's form and his usual movements, and point out his weak spots..with his point..of his sword. Because he'd been in Ichigo's head, and could see through his eyes, he knew exactly how his King fought, had all his signature moves memorized, and knew what his King would do next. He wanted to fight with him now just to prove himself right, and so he could show Ichigo just how predictable he was.

'fight with me in your regular and bankai form, think ya can do tha'?'

Focusing the tiny bit he could on his reiatsu, he watched the spiritual particles morph into his usual shinigami robe.

The redhead rolled his eyes, and took his usual fighting pose, tall with his chest up and zangetsu at his side.

Shirosaki was already noting things in his head, how his King was too tall and held high, easily leaving himself open to attack. Shirosaki's stance was casual; his feet wide apart, stable, and bent slightly at his waist, with zangetsu in his fist tight at his side.

He was going to have some fun with this. Releasing an ear-splitting screech he did a mix of sonido and shunpo forward to the unprepared shinigami. Ichigo picked his zanpakutou up high to bring down, but in Shirosaki's eyes that left him wide open. He pointed zangetsu straight forward and instead of running him through, only cut the skin slightly.

'again, come at me, c'mon King ya so damn stupid sometimes!'

Already thrown off his guard, he brought it in from the right to get a partly decent gash on his counterpart. Instead Shirosaki ducked to the left and gave him the cut.

'dammit hollow, how's this supposed to help me? Bloodying me up?' exclaimed Ichigo, running his fingers through the blood on his hip.

'quit yer bitchin' 'n' come at me!' Shirosaki was getting almost high off the partial adrenaline rush, he loved fighting so much, it was almost hard to remember NOT to actually cut King, he wanted to be lost in his instincts, but control over them was difficult. There was no such thing as 'going easy on him'.

He bounced back on the ball of his heel and met a mild Getsuga Tenshou to the face, which was easily deflected with one hand. He'd done this already, 'c'mon King!, ya learned that las' time'.

Ichigo jumped to the side and shunpo-ed high up to swing the sword down at the hollows head, and was met with the dull edge of the white zangetsu as a black to his attack. Then Shirosaki flipped it so the sharp edge of his blade was facing Ichigo and stuck his foot under the redhead's ankle to knock him backwards with the sword point to his adams apple.

Ichigo, being the stubborn defiant person that he was, refused to give up, which to Shirosaki was a good thing, but futile against him. Ichigo slid zangetsu up under the tip and pushed it away from his neck, aiming a punch at the pale one's face.

Shirosaki easily ignored the dull ache in his nose, still gone with the adrenaline rush.

He started zigzag sonido-ing. Left, right, left, right, cut, slash, cut slash. His King having little drops of blood and the shreds of cloth. But now he was ready to go to the next level.

'..aiight King' swing '..how 'bout..' duck 'we try bankai now? Think ya can 'andle it?'

With another sarcastic mutter and a swear, they both yelled their 'BAN-KAI' and both the black and white zangetsu became longer and thinner with the chained handle. Shirosaki spun the hilt's chain around his finger in his own style, and began noting the awkward things about how King held himself in his bankai form. Still tall and open to attack, posed, not jumping into the fight first off, and zangetsu limp in his hand. He jumped right into it, spinning his whole body and holding the chain of the hilt tightly, whirling around with a blade askew-like a pointy hurricane-. Ichigo had to get down to his knees to avoid decapitation.

'what the hell? Is he trying to really kill me? Dammit..hmm…he reminds me of that looney tune thing..the tasmanian devil..ack!' damn day dreaming, he was turning into Orihime! He jabbed blindly at the direction Shirosaki was coming from and was rather unnecessarily pleased with himself when he finally got a hit in.

The fighting continued to excite Shirosaki, he was similar to Kenpachi in finding fighting orgasmic. Any more fun and he'd be in ecstasy!. Another high pitched evil giggle escaped his lips as he cut at the sleeves King's bankai outfit, then the bandages at his waist, and the ragged coat part. So much fun! His arm was a flash of white whipping around so fast he would've dislocated it if he weren't 'invincible'.

They were both huffing and breathing heavy. Shirosaki liked this look on his King, tired, sweating and covered in blood, how enticing. He 'sensed' his King was done for now, seeing as he looked damn near about to collapse. Immediately Shirosaki started pointing out all King's flaws throughout the fight, his stances, the way he held zangetsu loosely, and anything else he felt he could annoy his King with by pointing out his idiocy. He spoke each sentence with a psychotic grin on his face.

'King yer posture is too proud, yer so open they should getcha a neon sign!' (how he knew what that was, but not boxers…) 'King yer swords so damn loose, I'm surprised it ain't fallin' down now' 'King yer so frickin slow it felt like I was going backwards' 'King you suck'

'…'

'jus' an observation…now take yer usual fightin' stance'

Ichigo was actually paying attention, and tried for a position that was less 'proud and open'- what was this, a gay insinuation?- with his feet wider apart and held zangetsu tighter in his fist.

'dammit, ya still wrong, now ya legs are too far apart, and yer death grip on zangetsu is so tight you wont be able to move it around well, and ya damn-no here, lemme do it' already losing his patience, he just grabbed the upper part of the shinigami's leg and his hip to move him forcibly.

The hollow's palms and slim fingers weren't cold like some dead thing, they were warm and hot from working. They were smooth, but with a few calluses from wielding his white zanpakutou. But they felt..nice. the hands moved up to his arms to pull his elbows out just a bit, and to his shoulders to push them down. He wasn't really paying attention to the words his counterpart was muttering, though he did catch a few swears and insults. Shirosaki was now behind him, pushing his back down and head forward, and grabbing his hand to loosen it up a little bit. He was letting himself be moved and adjusted, memorizing it..

The hollow backed away then staring at King with an expectant expression.

'nani?, what?'

'I asked, King oblivious, if you could remember this exact position on the spur of the moment?'

'..uhh…uh-huh' actually he was pretty sure he could remember exactly how he was positioned, having paid attention to it so well. After nodding rather stupidly, Shirosaki pushed him down.

'now get up inta tha' exact position, dumbass' Shirosaki had noticed that while he was correcting King's terrible fighting posture to when he called him dumbass, that the redhead's IQ had dropped a noticeable fifty-something points and his focus level went beyond negative.

Whatever the hell was wrong with him before, it was over now, and he tried regaining his focus, even though he was probably the most tired person in existence. He'd jumped right into the form Shirosaki had put him into before, head cocked feet a little wider then hip width apart, hands to the side, zangetsu firm but not strangled. Right, got it.

'hmm..this kid IS a fast learner, for an idiot..but still'

Shirosaki nodded and began swinging his white zanpakutou around his finger again to amuse was done for the time being, and by the sounds he could hear through the unconscious body, his family was home anyway. Doubt it'd be a good idea to have a dead looKing Ichigo.

'King, ya can go..you're boring me now' he said with a fake yawn. He didn't want King to go, he was having far too much fun harassing him and what-not, but ah well.

'hai, hai, I'll go, don't destroy anything' he received a blue tongue being stuck out as a response, and dissolved.

'bye..aibou'