Like a vast sea of light and noise, the prefecture of Tokyo spread out around Ichigo for over two thousand square kilometers, home to more than twelve million people. Even now in the darkness there was enough light that most of the stars were hidden from his troubled brown eyes. Even in the quieter area that was Karakura Town, there was light and sound in the darkness. Maybe it was enough to fill the emptiness inside of him…

To fill the…hollowness that chilled his soul.

With a frown, Ichigo stood, his Shinigami robes blowing around him in the light breeze. He was going to find something to fill the void, even if he had to hunt through every square kilometer of the Tokyo metropolis in order to do it. And until then he wouldn't sleep, wouldn't go near his friends or family for fear the hollow might take him over. That the demon inside might keep the promise he'd made to Ichigo.

Ichigo vowed that what had happened tonight would never happen to those he loved.

/Several Hours Earlier/

Twin peals of eerie laughter rang out across the roof of the school as duplicate the hollows of Ichigo's soul pinned the Shingami between them. Fully taking the places of his friends in this dream world, not a hint of Keigo or Mizuiro was left now. Ichigo was actually a little grateful for that…he wouldn't have been able to handle this torment from the hands of his friends.

The duplicate hollows continued to play Ichigo's body, one stroking his arousal and kneading at his thighs while the other held the Soul Reaper's legs open wide apart with his own bone white limbs. Two fingers worked mercilessly into Ichigo's abused hole, heedless of the teen's obvious pain, but at the same time making sure that his cries were also unwanted pleasure from the continual stimulation of his prostate.

"Oh, Ichigo," the doppelganger behind him sighed in a mockery of concern. "Look what you've gotten yourself into this time. Can you still claim you don't like it?"

"He did give in rather easily, didn't he?" the other responded, his pale body draped over Ichigo's legs. Grinning wide, he scraped a black nail over the swollen cock head in his hand.

Digging his own nails into the arms of the hollow behind him, Ichigo gave a hoarse shout and bucked roughly as he tried to pull away. The hollow hissed a soft breath at the hard jab of nails, but that was all the reaction he gave to the pain, his wide, manic grin remaining fixed in place. Ichigo felt strangely weighted down between the two of them, as though by allowing himself to be so deeply ensnared by the dream, he had surrendered his strength in exchange for sick pleasure. A burning panic blazed between the Shinigami's ears and along the back of his neck, an instinctive reaction to get away from the dual forms of the hollow before something worse happened.

Before he was permanently damaged.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Ichigo shouted roughly, his eyes dilated in fear as he panted heavily from between clenched teeth.

As if the terror in his chest weren't enough, he was still fucking hard! It sickened Ichigo to think that he'd respond this way to the violation of his body. The hollow at his back savagely pushed in a third finger, spreading the digits as wide as he could within him and Ichigo let out a harsh sound that was nearly a scream at the brutal touch, actually bringing a sting of tears to his brown eyes.

"Still playing the helpless victim? You're so pathetic King. You're making this way to easy. Not that I mind!" A long tongue teased the rim of Ichigo's ear, nipping the tender flesh there, breath hot on his skin. "Your ass is a hot little piece."

"You...you son of a-" Ichigo broke off, since it would only be an insult to his own mother to continue that line of thought.

"You can deny it all you want, your body is being much more honest," the hollow before him taunted just as Mizuiro had before, squeezing his length again.

Shuddering at the reminder of his small friend, Ichigo closed his eyes tight as he gasped for breath, even his arousal painful now from the extended torture of the dream. His whole body tense, Ichigo tried to gather his will, to force himself out of this dream instead of letting his mind focus on the pleasure and pain. Ichigo had to remove himself from what was happening in his subconscious...to find another place where he could stay sane and regain control.

The hollow's shared grins seemed to widen further, if that was even possible, as though sensing Ichigo trying to separate himself from what was happening. That simply wouldn't do. At his back, the hollow suddenly pushed his hips forward, forcing Ichigo's to do the same so that he bucked into the marble white hand before him. The demon laughed that soul chilling cackle as he turned his head to press his pale lips to Ichigo's length.

"I know why you hate this so much Ichigo." The hollow twisted his fingers to press in deeper as he spoke, "It's because you and I, we're the same. And that means that anything I'm able to do is something you're just as equally capable of. Even now you're thinking that you're mighty and righteous and if you just hold out long enough you'll be able to break free. But you can't. I AM you, Ichigo! Who you really are, the part of yourself you deny in favor of weakness and stupidity! And I'm having so much fun doing what you'd never let yourself do!"

Stiffening, Ichigo's eyes flew open and he glared hard into the yellow and black depths that stared back challengingly, shouting at the corruption of his soul. "That's a damn lie! You might wear my face and you might even take control sometimes, but you and I are not the same! You're a sick, twisted thing and I will never EVER sink to your level!" Ichigo spat at the duplicated aberration, growing angry enough that he actually managed to pull a leg free, kicking at the hollow before him.

"Keep telling yourself that, King. It's only a matter of time now!" But they were taken by surprise when Ichigo managed to break free, grunting at the kick. With just a bit more force they managed to get a tight hold on the Shingami once more. Nearly growling in frustration, Ichigo tried to pull free again, emboldened by his momentary control. But as panic started to claw at him, he lost the force of will that had gotten him free in the first place.

"Oh ho! So you really do still have some fight left in you. Maybe it's time to become more serious!"

The abusive fingers suddenly abandoned Ichigo's entrance and the hollow at his back instead raising both hands to grip the struggling boy's arms, pulling him up higher. Ichigo couldn't have said when the white figure had removed his clothing, but the insistent length pushing at him now was proof enough that he had. Joining his double, the hollow before Ichigo hooked his arms under his knees, their skin contrasting sharply where it met.

"You'll love this! Be sure you stay relaxed or it'll hurt!"

Stiffening at the feel of the strangely cool cock rubbing at his entrance, Ichigo did everything but relax. "NO!" he protested, struggling. "Please no!" Closing his mouth tight, Ichigo bit down on his lip to keep from begging any more than that, unable to believe he'd let that slip.

Ichigo's struggles were largely ignored, though the dual forms of the hollow laughed with wicked gleefulness when he actually said 'please'. Shifting his hold on Ichigo's thighs, the hollow held him splayed open wide to watch as his double thrust upward into the unwilling body. Having full command of this dream world, the split demon made sure that though Ichigo felt enough pain to make a point, it wasn't nearly enough to break him entirely. After all, the humiliation he'd suffer from pleasure was far more satisfying.

"Oh yes..." one of them purred, though it was hard to keep track of which it was with all that was happening. "I knew you were a tight-ass, King. I didn't know you were so greedy, though! Your body just seems to be begging for more! It's sucking me right in!"

"Hnnh!" Ichigo could feel his eyes watering and he closed them tightly just to keep from crying as well. His body couldn't help but tighten up further against the intrusion, making his body burn darker with shame when it only seemed to bring the bastard hollow more pleasure. The pain of his humiliation ached deeper than what was happening to him physically.

Grinning broadly, the hollow before him ducked down and slid his tongue over the abused pucker with a grin, teasing where it stretched over the smooth, pale length sinking slowly deeper. Ichigo couldn't stop the hitch of his breath or the strangled moan that escaped his throat when he felt the wet warmth of a tongue there, his body quivering as he shook and bucked to break free, though it only looked like he was eagerly pressing back for more.

"F-fuck you!" he managed to gasp out. He hated that through the pain Ichigo felt pleasure, his arousal still hard and heavy between his legs, bobbing with each of the hollow's movements inside his body.

Breath washing hot over his ear, the hollow groaned out his pleasure with a grin. "No, I'm pretty sure it's the other way around..." He thrust up deeper to prove his words, pressing firmly until he was fully within the cursing teen.

Pushing his long, pointed tongue alongside the length within Ichigo, the other hollow thrust it a few times before withdrawing it to slide along the teen's perineum to his sac. Ichigo breathed in deep through his nose, afraid that if he let go of the tight hold on his lips he'd make embarrassing sounds. Despite his best efforts, he made a small sound in the back of his throat to feel that sinful tongue slide up the sensitive skin and lap at his balls.

Giving him a wide, manic smile, the corruption licked his lips before opening his mouth to suck in one orb and then the other. Ichigo gasped in surprise at the feel, arching and bucking as his intake of breath turned into a loud, audible moan when the movement of his hips shifted the penetrating length within him to brush that damnable spot again.

"You really don't seem to be putting up much of a fight, Ichigo. I know you're ridiculously weak, but it's almost like you don't want me to stop."

"Uhnn! No!" Ichigo shook his head in denial at the taunts. He didn't want this! He just wanted it over and done with! "Aah!"

Releasing the taut sac with a slick sound, the hollow slid his long tongue up the length of Ichigo's painful arousal, brushing his teeth over the oversensitive head with a purr. "Poor little Ichigo...you're not going to last long at all, are you? I'd better give you what you want, then."

From behind, the hollow began to move Ichigo roughly over his cock, sending a pain and pleasure shooting through the Shinigami's body like bolts of lightening. At the same time, the other form of the hollow slid his grinning mouth down over Ichigo's nearly purple erection, swallowing it down and sucking firmly.

Trying to hold back his cries was impossible at this point. Feeling like something had snapped inside him, Ichigo head tossed in wild denial, but the needs of his body couldn't be so easily ignored. Ichigo came with a harsh shout, arching violently as he jerked and bucked into the hollow's waiting mouth. Both forms of the hollow shuddered with pleasure in response to the orgasm, their hands tight on Ichigo, riding it with him. When it was over, the pale figure before him pulled away with a grin and let Ichigo's seed drip back onto his softening length.

"There's a good boy...I knew you had it in you..."

/Present/

When Ichigo had woken, he had immediately gone to the bathroom and vomited until there was nothing left in his stomach. For a while he just sat beside the cool porcelain of the toilet, his body trembling with shock and revulsion. Slowly, as he regained control over his reactions, Ichigo stripped down, throwing his clothes into the hamper roughly and turning on the spray of the shower as hot as it would go. Standing in the flow of burning water, he made his decision to leave.

It hadn't taken long to find Kon and force the Gikongan into his body. If Ichigo had any doubt in his mind that he was making the right choice, they were promptly erased when he looked at his body and thought about fucking Kon. Without a word of explanation to anyone, Ichigo fled from the Kurosaki household, taking to the streets and the hunt.

Now as he stood looking down on Karakura Town and the rest of the Tokyo prefecture beyond, Ichigo thought only of death. He would find his salvation through the reaping of souls.

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

Ishida Uryuu was livid, and in his opinion rightfully so! That fucking bastard Kurosaki had… he had… Uryuu didn't even want to think about what the Shinigami had done! But there in lay the problem. The Quincy couldn't stop thinking about what Ichigo had done to him. He had… Oh just admit it to yourself, he thought. Kurosaki Ichigo had stolen his first kiss! There! Admitted! What he wouldn't confess was how it had made him feel.

The unmitigated ass had just… just kissed him and then turned and fled. He hadn't looked at Uryuu or acted like anything had happened, and then just…left! Uryuu hadn't expected Kurosaki to be that sort of underhanded coward! After debating with himself over whether or not to scream his lungs out at the Shingami, the archer decided to save the last vestiges of his molested dignity and not confront Kurosaki in front of everyone. He certainly wasn't going to let him get away with it, but… a day… The Quincy could give the coward a day to mull it over and finally come face him like a man.

Unfortunately for Kurosaki, giving the Shingami time to gain the courage for a confrontation gave Uryuu time to stew over the memory. Replaying the touch of lips in his mind over and over again, he grew angrier and angrier. So when he saw the familiar crop of orange hair, but didn't feel the spiritual pressure that came with it, Uryuu was pissed. Especially when the body of the noticeably absent Shingami was flirting outrageously with a flock of girls.

Uryuu felt his anger boil over, marching over to whom he knew to be Kon. Grabbing him by the shoulders, he slammed the Gikongan against the lockers in an uncharacteristic display of hostile violence. "Where is he?"

Kon never questioned the motives behind the handful of times Ichigo had given him control of his body, just thanked his lucky stars for the chance. But he wasn't feeling so lucky this time. Ten minutes at school and Kon had already managed to be slapped by three different girls and now that crazy guy who had made his stuffed animal prison look completely gay was shoving him around before he could even react.

"E-eh?" Normally Kon would have kicked the attacker out of his way with his powerful legs, but the aura of pure anger surrounding the Quincy made him hesitate. Hell, it down right scared him and zapped away the will to do anything but comply. "I… I don't know! I swear!"

The answer did nothing to alleviate Uryuu's anger, but then he doubted that anything but beating Kurosaki to a pulp would do it. Maybe beating Kon would make him feel a bit better… But in the end, Kon was, as always, just a poor substitute for the real thing. For a wild moment, the Quincy considered skipping school to feel out Kurosaki's energy and see how many bolts it took to make a Shinigami pop. He managed to reason with himself though, as skipping school would make his revenge seem a bit desperate.

Releasing Kon, he glared sharply at him, his dark blue eyes piercing deeply as any arrow. "If he contacts you in any way, you will tell me. Immediately," Uryuu instructed in a clipped tone that left no room for argument.

Whirling dramatically, Uryuu was mildly satisfied to see everyone in the hallway quickly turn away. Despite the gossip that was sure to flourish, he at least made an impression. Hopefully one that would last for some time, even. It was hard to be considered cool when you were in the Handicrafts Club, for some reason. This didn't do much to lighten Uryuu's mood, but it was something, anyway.

Entering the classroom to take his seat, the Quincy grit his teeth a few minutes later when Ochi-sensei called out, "Kurosaki, Ichigo."

"Huh? Oh, right. Present!" Kon responded with a grin after Rukia kicked him.

Kurosaki wasn't present! That was the whole damn problem! Feeling as though there were a huge cloud looming over him, Uryuu ran the scenario through his head again. Pinned rather uncomfortably to the ground, Kurosaki's warm weight pressing into him… That was something he had always noticed about the Shinigami. He radiated warmth, almost like a side effect of the spiritual energy that constantly flowed from him. Uryuu had always been rather cool and prone to chill himself, so he rather envied that aura of heat.

Lifting a hand to touch the healing scrapes on his cheek, the archer shivered a little as he remembered the warmth he'd felt from the strange, tender touch. Kurosaki had been acting strange of yesterday…and the day before, too. The invasion of personal space and inappropriate smelling, the staring at Uryuu's mouth, even if there was something there, and then the way Kurosaki had spaced out and ended up lying over Uryuu and kissing the hell out of him.

Frowning, Uryuu dropped his hand again. It hadn't been that good! Sure it wasn't the worst thing he had ever experienced, but it wasn't like Ichi- Kurosaki had swept him off his feet the way they did in those romance novels Uryuu secretly read. And it wasn't as if he had, at any point, kissed the Shinigami back, or sucked at his tongue, or felt disappointed when he pulled away…and hurt when Ichigo just left…

Uryuu fisted his hands, glaring hard at the desk under his gaze. He had not been hurt when KUROSAKI left! He…he had been livid! Pissed at being taken advantage of! Not confused and injured that Kurosaki brushed it off so easily and then RAN! His anger renewed, Uryuu glowered at the chalkboard. It was going to be a long day.

But at least he was going to kill Kurosaki after school.

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

Several hours later and several miles west of Karakura Town, Ichigo grimaced at the sticky substance that stubbornly clung to Zangetsu. That last hollow had been more of a gooey blob than anything and he'd had to push his zanpaktou through a lot of gelatinous ooze to reach the mask inside. Still, the odd beast had made a somewhat satisfying squelch when he had finished off. This had been the seventh hollow since he left yesterday and Ichigo was starting to feel almost numbly calm. It had been almost twelve hours since he last had a stray thought creep up on him. Ichigo was starting to feel hopeful that this method really would restore him enough to get back in the saddle of his 'Horse'.

That hopeful feeling faded slightly as he realized the area had grown surprisingly quite all of a sudden. Ichigo stilled at the strange tension in the air, surreptitiously looking around. It hadn't exactly been bustling with people before, but now... it was like there were no signs of life at all. That was... until an arrow of pure light shot out at the Shingami, missing by scant millimeters.

Ichigo jumped as the arc of light shot past him "The hell?" Whipping around, he almost expected to see some other descendent of the Quincy trying to seek his revenge. A misguided second cousin or mother's brother.

But the Shingami wasn't so fortunate this time around as eyes pierced through the soul angrily, glinting behind squared spectacles. "I have to admit that it took me quite a while to find you, Kurosaki. And I'm also greatly disappointed by your show of cowardice!" Uryuu drew back another arrow of light, aiming carefully. "I won't let you get away this time!"

Wincing at the look Ishida gave him, and a little surprised that it didn't cause him physical harm, Ichigo sighed, holding up his hands. "Look, I'm sorry, okay! I promise not to do it again! Just...leave me alone." Already his eyes were roaming over Ishida and Ichigo turned them away firmly, frowning tensely. He had to get away again, damn it! Already his calm control was slipping away!

The glare became more intense, if that was at all possible. "You really think it's that easy, don't you? You stole something precious from me and a simple 'sorry' isn't going to be enough to make it better!" Uryuu started to blush a little, suddenly aware that he sounded like a scorned schoolgirl, but it was his first kiss, dammit!

"Precious? Geez, it was just a kiss!" Ichigo lied with an embarrassed flush, not looking at him.

The flippant reply did nothing to help the Quincy's temper, just the opposite in fact. "Just a kiss? You're really one of those disgusting playboys aren't you? And in case you forgot, I'm not a girl! You dirty pervert!"

"Oh yeah, I must have forgotten! It's so hard to keep in mind when you have that girly ass hairstyle!" Ishida released the arrow, intentionally aiming so that it would pass by the other's head and Ichigo felt his hair sizzle a little. Ducking reflexively, the Shinigami stalked toward the archer with a frustrated growl. "You really want to fight about it? Why can't you just let it drop and let me forget all about it?"

The Quincy had knocked another arrow at the ready by the time Ichigo reached him, his eyes as cold as ice, aiming the arrow at his chest. "Because kissing just anyone is okay for a man-slut like you, but it meant something to me! That you just took it and ran... it's unforgivable!"

Ichigo stood before the arrow bravely, but frowned at Ishida's words. "It meant something to you?"

Uryuu tensed when he realized what his words had sounded like, blushing crimson. His glare wavered, but only for a second. "Yes! The thought of a first kiss meant something to me! But a skirt-chasing pervert like you stole it!"

For a long moment Ichigo stared at him as the kiss came back to the forefront of his memory, his brown eyes roving over Ishida's face. He remembered the way he'd looked beneath him, flushed and panting softly, his lips slightly swollen from the force of the kiss. Later, when he would look back at this and berate himself for losing control, yet again, Ichigo wouldn't know the exact moment that he had dropped Zangetsu, pushed aside Ishida's bow and kissed him. But he did remember backing the other teen against the wall and pressing against him bodily.

"Nngh!" Any further berating Uryuu had in mind was muffled and then silenced by insistent lips pressed against his own again; so familiar from all the times the archer had relived their previous kiss to fuel his anger. His body trembled, and Uryuu felt trapped again, pinned by the heat of Ichigo's body... and then he felt his body melt.

Thrusting a thigh between Ishida's legs, Ichigo released a soft, frustrated sound into his mouth and forced his way into that tempting mouth. Sliding a hand over the Quincy's chest, the other slid up into the hair he had mocked just minutes ago. All Ishida could do was make a soft whimpering sound, another tremor running through his body. The idea to fight, to push away and beat Kurosaki to a pulp seemed to have disappeared from his thoughts completely. He was only able to concentrate on the warmth seeping off of Ichigo's body, that insistent mouth and tongue that moved forcefully against his own. And those hands… those battle rough hands that left his body tingling and had him arching against the Shinigami with an embarrassing sound.

Ichigo sucked at the pliant lips against his own, tracing his tongue over them before he thrust it forward between them again. Grinding his hips against Ishida, Ichigo groaned at the slow friction, panting heavily as a cold rigidity started to spread across his forehead. Abruptly, he gasped and pulled away, turning from the Quincy as his hand flew up to the place where his hollow's mask had begun to form, crushing it with a yell of anger and frustration.

Dark blue eyes were glazed behind slightly fogged glasses when Ichigo suddenly pulled back, Uryuu's once immaculate white clothes now rumpled and just a bit dirty. He panted heavily for breath, taking a few moments for his brain to jump-start again, but he caught sight of the white of the hollow mask before it was crushed, bringing him back to reality like a bucket of cold water to the face.

"K-kurosaki...?" His anger at being tricked into another kiss was kept at bay by his curiosity and his concern, but only just. "What…what was that?"

Looking back at him slightly, a predatory yellow burned in Ichigo's usually brown eyes, black bleeding out from the edges of the iris. "STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" he yelled in a haunting, desperate tone. Turning again, he ducked long enough to grab Zangetsu before running as though hell were at his heels.

The Quincy flinched in surprise, more of his anger draining out of him. Something was very wrong with Kurosaki. That much was obvious now. It didn't mollify all of his anger and in fact on some level it only angered him more, for reasons he wasn't admitting to himself. But the shock of this strange discovery was enough to let Uryuu think clearly again. He let the Shinigami go and turned, striding away purposefully. If something was wrong with Ichigo then the others had a right to know about it.

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

Kitty: Poor, poor Ichigo! He is so abused! I shed a tear of sadness! ...and then I abuse him more!

Haze: I'm too sick to feel bad for Ichigo! But I do feel bad for putting the brunt of this chapter into Kitty's hands. I snuggles her from a safe, non-contagious distance! I worry I didn't make Ishida uptight enough...

Kitty: You're sick? I totally didn't know that, you should have told me! -shot- But we tackled this chapter well, I think. Though I didn't give it a final read through, so if anything is wrong, please feel free to blame Haze!

Haze: Me? I'm trusting you with this! So cruel to me and my sick self! I'm gonna sneeze on your food when you're not looking! (being sick makes me weird, please put up with it for now)

Kitty: I take no pity on the sick, unless the sick is me! Good luck reaching my food from a gazillion miles away! ...*cough* Anyway! Hope you enjoy the third chapter! Chapter Angst-o-rama!

Haze You know i'll find a way! YOU KNOW I WILL! And I'll laugh at you while you're all sick and sick like! *clears throat* Yes... enjoy the angst and non-con and the smutty smut!

Kitty: Cheers!

Haze: Please review!