This chapter is cute and centered because I'm a dumbass.
Enjoy.
..Someone come and rescue me.
Shiro looked at the now sleeping Ichigo with a faraway look. How could he say such
things? He would never have a heart. Ever. No matter how painful the sad truth was, he was
a hollow. Hollow meaning empty, nothing left inside. To his surprise, he even felt like crying
to release these silly emotions. With a look to Rukia, the hollow faded back into Ichigo's
inner world to be met with Zangetsu.
"What now old man?" Shiro's voice was proof he was sporting a heavy..feeling. Can't say
heart now can he?
"What happened?"
"He was being choked."
"Did you take care of it?" Zangetsu pondered.
"Yeah." Shiro turned to go lean against a building.
When he was out of earshot, Zangetsu looked up at the sky.
"At least the rain stopped."
Before too long, Shiro had found himself materialized next to Ichigo again, worrying about
him. Upon coming back, he saw Rukia was gone. He suspected she either went to bed or
got herself some first aid this time. For whatever the fuck reason, he had laid on the other
side of Ichigo's bed and was laying his head on the pillow, staring into space. His King was
still shivering every now and then, to which the hollow would wince.
"Ugh.." Ichigo moaned in his sleep.
Shiro turned to look at him again but to his surprise, the boy was turning to face him. By the
look on Ichigo's face, it showed he was still asleep so he calmed down. However, after a
moment the hollow resisted the urge to scream as he felt an arm drift across his mid section
and yank him closer. Then he felt someone nuzzle his chest and looked down to see that
Ichigo was the culprit.
"What the fuck.." he managed to say, and then noticed he was doing this all in his sleep.
"Oh."
Shiro sort of relaxed and brought his flailing arms down. And even after a moment, he felt
his own arms drape around the boy who happened to not be shivering anymore. Shiro
breathed in the boys relaxing scent, only stopping and opening his eyes to realize blood still
stuck to him like glue. As much as he wanted the boy to sleep, he didn't want that crazy
father of his to find his son tomorrow in a bloody heep, so, he shook him awake.
"Ichi." Shiro mentally slapped himself for the nickname.
Ichigo instantly darted awake. "Huh?! What?!" he stared around frightened, and relaxed
once he saw Shiro. "Oh.." and then he realized he still had his arms wrapped around him.
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
"Shut the hell up before you wake up every breathing thing in this country." Shiro let go of
the boy in turn and held his hands up as if police were telling him to freeze. "I woke you up
so you can get cleaned up before your parent see's you all bloody and shit."
He had a point. "I guess your right." Ichigo got up and instantly went to his bathroom,
shutting the door silently behind him.
Shiro blinked, hearing the shower turn on. He suddenly looked around realizing he was
alone on Ichigo's bed. The hollow fell back down on the pillow and stared into space only
to have some rather disturbing mental images fill his head of he and a particular Shinigami.
When this happened, Shiro sat up with a scream, and clutched where his heart would be,
and then remembered what he had said earlier. His face dropped in sadness.
"Shiro? Are you ok?" a concerned voice sounded out.
Shiro looked up from where he was gripping his forehead, and could have sworn his nose
bled. There was Ichigo, with a towel hanging dangerously around his waist. It looked like it
was about to fall off in any moment, and only if he gave it a slight tugSHUTUP.. Anyways,
his muscles were extremely..good looking. And the way he leaned on the door frame as if
he was the sexiest thing in theSTOP IT.. Seriously..
"Sure." Shiro replied with a slight rasp to his voice. "Put some clothes on before I faint."
Now you could take that two directions.
One, assume he is about to pounce the other like a rabid yaoi dog..
Or he didn't even want to see his King's almost naked body because it was weird.
Shiro's eyebrows twitched at what he just said irregardless.
"Of course." Ichigo turned to go reach for his closet, giving Shiro a plain view of his back.
Scars. Lots of scars. And..bite marks? What the hell? He felt that familiar anger for the blue
haired Espada but pushed it down for a later time. And now, the hollow noticed as Ichigo
went around the corner he had dropped his towel in the process. Now that was almost as
bad as dropping soap. If his nose wasn't bleeding before, it was now trying to imagine what
all of..that looked like.
"Shiro." he snapped out of his daydreams that shamed him. "What exactly are you staring
at?"
Don't answer that.
"Well, TRYING to stare at y--"
You fucking idiot. You just lost the game.
"Me?" Ichigo finished with a wide eyed stare to his hollow.
"Ew." Shiro replied bluntly. "Don't got a heart, remember?"
"Well.." Ichigo turned back to his closet. "I figured out you don't need a heart to lust over
someone.."
Shiro noticed Ichigo just accused him of being a pervert, but paid more attention to the boys
sudden shivering. Ichigo had indeed put clothes on now, and was currently knocking his
head against the wall. Not very violently, but still. Shiro walked over after a moments
hesitation and put his hand on the boys shoulder. Ichigo turned, sort of, and looked at him
with a crushed look.
"First of all, who said I was eye fucking you? Second, Grimmjow is a piece of shit bitch. If
he ever comes near you again I will do whatever it takes to kill him." Shiro said truthfully.
"I don't want him to die. Once you love a person, they are in your heart forever.."
What a sap.
"Okkkk. Date someone else?" Shiro inclined.
"No one could match him.."
"Bullshit, hell, even I prolly could drown him with that." Shiro crossed his arms and looked
to the side, oblivious to the meaning in his words.
Ichigo caught it though, and looked at his hollow expectantly. He also had a small blush.
"W-what?"
"Why you blushing King?" Shiro said with a frown and raised eyebrow, leaning closer.
"U-um.." Ichigo sputtered.
"Geez your such a weirdo." Shiro moved away and Ichigo breathed out.
"You hurt Grimmjow didn't you?" Ichigo's voice was a whisper.
Moment of silence.
"Of course." was all the pale hollow said.
"Why would you go to such lengths for me? I thought you hated me?" Ichigo grabbed onto
his other arm and looked away.
"I thought I did too. But in all honesty King, I got quite upset in your inner world when you
got with that freak."
Zangetsu chuckled from inside of their minds. 'Finally.' he said.
"Why..?"
"Do you know how hard it is to have happy all around you when you yourself are not?"
Shiro said the sentence in a sad tone.
To Shiro's surprise, he was tackled and sent flying onto Ichigo's bed in the process. The
white haired hollow looked over his shoulder to see Ichigo with tears welling up in the
corners of his eyes. The hollow ignored the strangely suggestive position they were in and
turned his body around. With his pale and cold fingers, he wiped them away for the
Shinigami, who opened his eyes afterwards.
"I'm so selfish.."
"How come?" Shiro tilted his head to the side.
"Bitching about my problems when you have been lonely most of your life. I'm sorry, Shiro."
"Eh its ok. Its all good, just le'me protect you now ok? I finally got the chance to feel
human." he looked off to the ground.
Shiro's black and yellow eyes widened suddenly when he felt a hand touch his cheek. The
hand's fingers brushed his cold skin as well and the hollow shivered before turning to face
the owner. Ichigo was smiling up at him with the most sweetest expression he had ever seen.
How could one boy look so..appealing to one such as himself? Shiro tensed up, not really
knowing how to take this newfound personality in his King, and simply did nothing. Well,
the other leaned in closer with each passing moment.
And when their lips met..
..Shiro felt the beating of his heart.
I wanna end it right here because its too sad lol.
But if you think different, review and tell me.