Sorry it's so short, I'm in a hurry to post this before midnight... eek...
Four
He knows he can't hide forever.
Finally, out of guilt, out of fear, out of worry, Ichigo emerges from an alleyway where he was hiding and makes his way cautiously back to his home, praying that the Soul Reapers he defeated were only unconscious. After all, some of them were his friends.
He's beginning to feel increasingly unlucky, confused, afraid and scared when he returns to the Kurosaki clinic.
He can't actually remember fighting them, only that he wasn't really concentrating as he mutilated and hacked at their bodies. He was in a daze, his fighting instincts having taken over as he murdered them. Ichigo swallows down the retch as he stares at a pile of bodies outside the house, some of them extremely recognisable members of Squads Ten and Eleven. And there are humans, too. They must have gotten mixed up by mistake.
No...
Oh, hell...
… no...
Ichigo walks up to them, gazing down in shock as his whole world collapses around him. The three of them lie lifeless on top of the pile, the man beneath his two daughters, the twins themselves having being placed so that they're holding hands. None of their limbs have been ripped off, but all three have crimson lines that have been etched into their skin extending from their mouths in a smile.
Ichigo screams.
And he doesn't stop there.
Tears spring from his eyes and cascade down his pale cheeks as he sees the three people he loves the most lying here as a result of what happens when he loses control. The spiritual pressure is so strong and dark, and so obviously his.
'NO... DAD... KARIN... YUZU...'
He collapses beside them, not taking his blurry eyes off his family, wishing for it all to end.
MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP...
STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!
A deep empty void penetrates his mind, sucking in all the grief and multiplying it to make it a million times worse as it echoes around his heart. And it hurts so unbelievably bad-
'Whoa, King... you really lost it, didn't you?'
Ichigo's head snaps up in recognition, which is strange, because he was beginning to think nothing on the outside world mattered any more. Behind him, just standing there, staring at him, is his inner Hollow. Out of the side-ways world, a blank look on his face, Rukia right behind him.
'YOU! IT WAS YOU!'
'Whoa!' the Hollow yelps, as he immediately sees Ichigo's sword swing towards him. The Substitute Soul Reaper is back on his feet, shaking in fury, pain and hatred, and all of this is being directed straight at the Hollow.
'YOU! YOU MADE ME DO THIS!'
'Idiot!' the Hollow scoffs, wondering exactly what the hell's going on.
Ichigo takes a few dangerous steps towards him, his eyes shining a pale icy blue, just like the last time he defeated his inner Hollow, and the Hollow shakes slightly as the memory resurfaces.
Then, without any warning, the blue disappears to be replaced with the brown as Ichigo's killer instinct vanishes, the grief too powerful to be overcome. He staggers slightly, then falls forwards, and the Hollow really has no choice but to catch him. Feeling slightly ridiculous, Hollow Ichigo lowers the Substitute Soul Reaper onto the ground where he lies there, shaking with pain. The Hollow stands up again, staring at Ichigo in confusion, before turning back to Rukia.
'What now?'