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(oneshot)

Did you know? My salt is black. It gets rid of the insane ones. It makes them better, and they never talk to me again.


"Tell me how he behaved at home." A pad of paper and a calligraphy pen replaced the jar and syringe.

"Oh god, don't even get me started on living with that piss-head."

"But I thought he was just a kid."

"Back then, yes. But now that he's almost twenty three, he goes out and gets himself drunk as a bird in Spring every night and when he doesn't have enough money, he hounds me for it."

"Ah, I see. But let's continue, shall we?"

"Yes, of course."

He was like Hell wrapped up in an adorable little orange-haired bundle of a child. Everywhere he went, he made a mess and he never cleaned up after himself so I ended up doing it for him. Damn, I was one hell of a pansy back then. Anyway, he set three fires, all from lamps that he'd knocked over.

I figured he needed to learn a lesson, so I did what any normal mother would have done.

"Alright, you little idiot. You need to learn how to behave, or we're going to have some serious trouble." I said, gripping him by his hair and rocking him back and forth. "You got that, little snot?"

"Yeah, okay, just please stop. You're making me feel sick."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I let him go, hoping I hadn't done any damage to the kid.

"Gotcha!" He flicked me in the nose and went running off with his arms spread out like an airplane. I slowly lumbered my way onto the dark green couch in my white living room littered with windows and shattered glass.

"God, please tell me what to do with this, this thing you've put in my hands." I leaned my head all the way back and put my hands over my face.

"Haha!" He came running by me at full speed and kicked both of my legs so hard I thought I felt something go out. I slid my hands over the now pulsing veins in my face.

Well, at least that dark presence isn't there anymore.

No, I'm still here.

I immediately shot stock straight in my seat and twisted my head to the left.

But don't worry your pretty little head over it. I'm not here to hurt the little guy, I swear it.

I turned my head to the right, searching for the voice. That last sentence oozed so much sarcasm, I could feel it like slime in my mind, sliding down the walls of my brain and coating it with its disgusting texture.

But seriously. Do anything, and I mean anything to get rid of me, and I'll make sure the kid never sees your face again. Or anything else for that matter.

A sinister smile with sharp teeth and yellow eyes seeped into my mind, taking shape from the slime that his gross sarcasm had left.

"What's your name?" I practically demanded.

Oh, nothing really.

"Tell me." This time I was demanding.

I told, you it's nothing.

"I swear, tell me or the kid gets a nice salty bath!" I screamed it out loud for the world to hear, and at least the kid did.

Can't you take a hint? Geez, you're stupider than I thought. I don't fucking have one.

"What?" I dropped my defensive stance, lowered my fists, and my face filled with confusion mixed with compassion because of a man I had once known who didn't have a name either.

You heard me. I have no name. But I bet you do.

"Rukia Kuchiki, don't wear it out." My stance went back up slightly.

Ah, a pretty name for a pretty face. It fits. Kuchiki, did you say? I think I know your brother.

"How would you know him? He's a loner by choice. He never gets out, and he never gives the time of day for anyone he doesn't know personally." My stance went all the way up, and my face went back to the resentful scowl it had harbored at first.

Yeah, from the other world. At least, one of them. He was... captain... of... sixth company? I can't remember. That's what I think I remember, anyway. I'll have to ask Renj.

"Renj? Who is this Renj?" I shook my head in confusion. I then saw where, or rather who, the voice was coming from. Ichigo's eyes had gone completely black and his irises had turned a golden yellow. His skin was practically white, and, well, something was forming on his face.

"Oh, an old friend. He used to be assistant captain to that son of a bitch, I know that much at least. I think he's with that little puppy dog now." His voice had deepened at least two octaves, and the stuff that was gathering on his face had begun to turn into a mask with small horns like those of a baby bulls growing from his temples. Red streaks decorated his right eye.

An almost transparent chain had begun to form on his chest and a small metal plate on his chest where the chain had started was slowly crumbling away to reveal a dark abyss of loneliness and heartlessness.

"Ichigo?" I put down my stance hesitantly once again and began to cautiously approach him.

"Is that the idiot's name? Oh well, he's long gone. I have full control over his every word and action for the time being. That is, until he gets up the strength to rip me off of his face. Of course being a small child might hinder his strength. You might never see your little strawberry again, lady." An unbecoming smirk had placed itself on his lips and made him look almost a decade older than he already was.

He had begun to grow at a steady rate, muscles developing on his abdomen and arms. His hair grew out slightly and his face gained more definition. He looked like he was fifteen, and the smirk actually fit him. As a matter of fact, I thought it looked natural, as though it had been there forever.

"Like I told you, lady, he's mine. You wanna see him for real? Gimme a sec." His body began glowing a bright blue and the occasional spurt of red or black energy could be seen emanating from where his body was.

Not long after, he reappeared wearing a black kimono with a white sash around his waist and an enormous sword on his back.

"What the fuck?!" Memories came flooding back to me in a painful rain.