Suggested by a guest. Geez, you're all giving me a bad reputation! X'D This one's dark too! Honestly, I swear, not all of them have to be like this!

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What if: Hichigo took over in the middle of school and murdered everyone?

Well, Ichigo wouldn't be happy, that's for sure...

He pulled his legs towards his chest, burying his head between his legs and attempting to silence the laughter by covering his ears. It didn't work. Ichigo could still hear that insistent, maniacal and all around insane laughter echoing throughout his mind.

"Ichigo?"

The orangette looked up at the nurse.

"You seem fine dear. Even so, would you like to sit here for a few minutes before heading back to class?"

Ichigo shrugged and the nurse walked off.

"Let me out..." Hichigo called. Ichigo bit his bottom lip in an attempt to dull Hichigo's voice with pain. A small trail of red rolled across his chin, a bead of red splashing against his faded jeans. Ichigo stood from the observation table, sliding into his shoes and grabbing a paper towel as he left the Infirmary.

Dabbing the blood on his chin, he decided the best place to go was the men's washroom. He wet the paper towel he had to clean away the blood, and slowly dabbed away the pool of sweat on his face.

"I'll be out eventually… you may as well give in now."

"No…" Ichigo protested. His arms began to shake in fear as white bled from his eye. He looked up into the mirror, watching as the crude color took away the tan of his skin. "You won't… get away with this."

"But I already have."

The next thing Ichigo knew he was back in the nurse's office. He looked around slowly; not daring to believe any of this was actually real. He touched the smooth marble on the wall, cautiously taking a step forward into… blood.

He covered his mouth so as to not scream, and covered his nose so he didn't gag. The nurse who had been helping him before now lay in a pool of her own blood.

"Ironic, right? It's her job to help people…" Ichigo heard the Hollow snicker. "Oh do lighten up, King. Laugh a little…" He heard it sigh. "Relax, she ain't dead. Naw, that's your job."

"Never…" Ichigo whispered softly. He stepped out of the room, suddenly remembering he had to get back to class. He ran down the hall, opened the classroom door and was greeted with nothing. Not a single student.

"Everyone has gone to lunch now, Ichigo." His teacher spoke up, startling him.

He nodded. "Thanks… miss. I'll… g-go and get my lunch."

She looked away from Ichigo and went back to… yoga? Ichigo shook his head, he had some weird teachers.

By the time Ichigo made it to his cafeteria, most people had gone outside. He paid for his lunch and sat down alone. As for his friends, they were out on a mission right now; he'd been told he was too injured to go with them.

"Gosh you're so tense! Loosen up, Kingy!"

"Don't call me that," Ichigo shot back mentally. He began stuffing his face with ramen. He enjoyed twenty minutes of silence. He browsed each of the student's faces, observing peace and laughter. He wish he could do that, right now, but the fear within him was anchoring his frown down.

He was hit in the head suddenly. Ichigo reeled around to see the student, staring at him like he'd just won a million yen by hitting the back of Ichigo's head. Ichigo grinned, standing tall with a handful of noodles.

"Do it."

"FOOD FIGHT!" He chucked the noodles across the room, hitting three students as it flew through the air. His head pumped wildly and he ached for retaliation. When someone else threw food at him, Ichigo caught it and sent it straight back, beginning an all-out war.

Ichigo blocked a muffin aimed for his chest. He stuffed it into his mouth (Why waste a good muffin?) and poured the rest of his noodles over the person in front of him. He grinned and ducked when green slime flew over his head. Ichigo was actually having fun, relaxing, just like hetold him to.

"ALRIGHT. THAT'S ENOUGH. WHO STARTED THIS!?"

Immediately Ichigo started feeling shameful. He stopped reaching for the ketchup dispenser and observed the mess he'd made. Everyone was covered with food, those who didn't want to be involved were thought of as target practice, and those who were only had a few smudges here and there. Ichigo looked down at the floor, and besides the few smudges on his shoes, he was actually spotless.

"Show yourselves now, before I get angry."

"And who's scared of you getting angry?! I could outrun you, crossing a hundred meter race four hours before you do!"

"Who said that!?" Everyone started laughing. "You think this is funny? Show yourself, coward!"

Ichigo immediately covered his mouth, both to supress his laughter and silence the ever persistent Hollow. That was when he pulled out of the cafeteria by the ear, an unknown person dragging him, but he was pretty sure he knew who it was.

"We leave for a few hours and you start a food fight!? What's wrong with you, Ichigo!?" Rukia snapped at him; Chad, Orihime and Uryu standing behind him.

Ichigo frowned, mouth still over his hand so he couldn't speak. Rukia gave him a questioning look.

He pointed to his throat and Orihime piped in, "He has a sore throat! Yeah! Someone forced him down and stuffed a lobster in!"

Ichigo resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Rukia snapped again, "You won't speak to us, then!? Because I saw you before, you could speak really well!"

In the blink of an eye, Ichigo was on top of Rukia. "I didn't choose this, Rukia! It just happened! Why do you always blame me, criticize me? It isn't my fault… I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!"

Orihime fell silent as chills crawled up her back. Chad pulled Ichigo back up to his feet and Uryu asked, "What the hell has gotten into you, Kurosaki!?"

There was soft laughter bubbling out from Ichigo's throat. He looked up, his eyes gold and surrounded by black. "Ichigo isn't King anymore!"