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Ichigo sat down on the grass by the tracks. His mother had died here. He'd blamed himself for so long that his face had forgotten how to smile. He closed his eyes against the clutches of the memories. He turned his face to the setting sun and felt something dig into his consciousness. His hollow had tried this all day. He hadn't been dragged into his inner world yet (which he was grateful for), but it wasn't long off happening. He could feel things becoming more and more chaotic. He wondered how Zangetsu was doing. He worried slightly about his sword's spirit, despite the times he'd been beaten up by him. He felt the wind blow through his hair and over the back of his neck. His stomach growled. It was starting to annoy him. He hadn't eaten all day. He had bought a chocolate bar earlier that day, but he'd taken a bite and he had nearly thrown up. If he was so hungry, why couldn't he digest a simple chocolate bar? Something started to irritate his nose. He sniffed to try to clear it. A beautiful, delicious, wonderful smell filled his nostrils. His empty stomach growled. He turned around to find the source of the smell. He saw someone running towards him. He stood up and watched as they neared. The figure was female- small, with black hair and large eyes. It was Rukia! What was she doing here? As she neared, the smell tickled his nose again. All his thoughts went blank; his muscles tensed and predatory instinct flooded his brain. He smiled as his dinner neared.

Rukia saw someone sitting on the grass near the train tracks. The sunlight made his hair look like fire. It was Ichigo. She ran towards him, a smile drifting across her face. She saw him stand and smile. She skidded to a stop. Ichigo was smiling? That was unusual. She looked into his eyes and gasped. It was just like Kon had said. They were black, with yellow irises. Seeing Ichigo smile was... weird. It sent shivers down her spine.

"Ichigo! What in the world has happened to you? Karin and Yuzu are out of their minds with worry! Why are you here? What's up?"

Ichigo didn't answer. The sweet scent was so consuming, he was beginning to forget who this person standing in front of him was. He shifted his weight onto his other foot and closed his eyes, letting his instincts take over.

"Ichigo?"

Slowly he opened his eyes and stared at the woman in front of him. She had concern written all over her face. Slowly, the concern faded into wariness. She was getting spooked.

"Ichigo, if you are just messing around with me, I swear, you will regret this."
The smile broadened.

Rukia stepped backwards, sinking into a karate stance Tatsuki had shown her. Ichigo mirrored her defensive stance, still smiling crazily. Rukia gave out tough talk, but inside she felt like crying. What had happened to Ichigo? Was he even in control? Could he hear her? Ichigo crouched down into an attack pose. Rukia breathed deeply and reached into her pocket, gripping the object in there tightly. His eyes followed her movements.

"Run." Ichigo hissed in a voice that wasn't his. Rukia didn't need to be told twice. She turned on her heels and ran away as fast as she could.