Chapter 6

Shiro led him outside, Ichigo looking to the large building. It was an abandoned hospital, Ichigo feeling it to be ironic. He had been here when it had burned down. Bringing his mother with it. He looked away, looking up to the sky. He felt warm when he saw the moon, closing his eyes as he sat down on the hospitals steps. Shiro was heading to a car, looking to him when he realized he was no longer following him. Ichigo breathed deeply, feeling sleepy.

"The moon is like our sun," Shiro told him, Ichigo opening his eyes.

"And what is the sun to us?" He asked slowly, looking to Shiro with a stoic face. Shiro looked up to the moon, looking back to him with lidded eyes.

"We're allergic to it. It won't burn us alive, but because we don't have the cells that protect our skin, the sun hurts us." Ichigo frowned, understanding why it felt uncomfortable when he sat in the sun at Ronald's. He stood up, feeling hungry and tired. He walked past Shiro, saying something he had wanted to say since he woke up.

"You should have let me died." Shiro frowned, Ichigo walking to the car and getting in. He slammed the door closed, leaning his head against the headrest. He closed his eyes, the smell of blood entering his nostrils. Instead of going to it, he went to sleep.

Ichigo bolted awake when the car jumped, blinking his eyes as he looked around. They were still in the car, Ichigo stretching with a yawn. He frowned when they passed by a sign, looking around.

"Why are we going to Tokyo?" He asked, Shiro pursing his lips. He seemed wide awake, his eyes glancing to him before back to the road.

"I have a place I can take you without you being exposed. It wards off angels." Ichigo was confused at first, his first thought once again angels were good.

"They would make a truce once they banish all of hell!" Ichigo sighed, leaning back in his seat. He felt a tingle slide up his spine, looking down when his stomach throbbed.

"Ichigo." Ichigo looked to Shiro, yelping when he grabbed his hair and put his head on his lap. Ichigo was about to protest but then a loud screech equivalent to a banshee rang in his ears. He could hear a trumpet, Ichigo feeling a deep fear roll in his gut. A familiar warmth shined on his face.

"Ichigo, stay down and close your eyes. They found us." Ichigo looked to his window when he heard another trumpet call, the heavy rain clouds parting and light rushing through. It touched his thigh, Ichigo feeling a burning sensation similar to the one he felt when his mother touched the blood chains. He grit his teeth, breaking his seat belt as he tried to get away from it.

"Stay still!" Ichigo growled as the light creeped on him, the cloak stopping it from burning him completely.

"Rise and they'll attack. Their searching for us so don't make any noise." Shiro was calm, Ichigo putting a hand over his mouth as the light drew closer. It burned so badly he couldn't stop the tears it produced, closing his eyes tight as the light burned through the cloak, his skin sizzling on contact.

'Ichigo.'

Ichigo moved away from the light but it was too late, the strands of light landed on the car, another trumpeting call resounding in his ears. Shiro tried to hold him down but Ichigo couldn't stay still, his thigh on fire like it was put into lava. He tried not to scream, low growls and sharp yells escaping his throat. He covered his exposed skin with the sleeve of his cloak, the lava becoming a shallow burn again. But it was too late.

"Hold onto something!" Shiro steered off the road, Ichigo getting out of his grip and getting into the back seat, the light unable to get through the tinted windows. He looked up to the sky, panting heavily. He stared in awe and fear, his stomach throbbing even more as something fell from the sky. Large wings spread, blocking out the immense light. Ichigo watched as the angelic being came straight toward them, Shiro yelling for him to get down. Ichigo's eyes widened when he saw his mother, her face twisted in disgust and sadness as she pulled out a large sword, Ichigo scrambling back and curling into a ball on the floor.

The car flipped when she swiped her sword against the tires, Ichigo yelling as he dug his claws into the ground, his body becoming weightless for a second as it flipped in the air. He grunted, banging his head against the seat when they landed, the car landing upside down.

Ichigo let go, falling onto the hood with a grunt. He held his breath when he heard footsteps come closer, Shiro unconscious in the driver's seat. Ichigo crawled up, clinging to the back seat so she wouldn't see him. He had never been so afraid in his life, panting softly as she walked by. He flinched when she tore the driver's door off, slicing Shiro's seat belt and dragging him out. Ichigo's face was red from the effort as he lifted himself a little, looking out the back window. He tried to stay low, his mother carrying Shiro behind the car.

He wanted to call for her, but he couldn't. He had saw the way she looked at him. She was sad, but that wouldn't stop her from killing him. He lowered down when she looked to the car, Ichigo shaking as he tried to calm himself. He took in a deep breath, gritting his teeth when it felt like his stomach got punched in. He tried not to make any sound, taking in a deep breath as he tried to work through the pain.

"Ichigo? Ichigo baby is that you?" Ichigo opened his eyes, the pain stopping. He lifted himself, his mothers eyes meeting his. Shiro was awake next to her, her blade to his throat. He lowered himself back down, putting his fist into his mouth to shut himself up.

He wouldn't go to her.

"Sweety I had thought I had lost you. Please, please come out so I can see you." Ichigo opened his eyes slowly, tears falling down his cheeks as his eyes stared aimlessly at the floor.

"Baby, I found a way to change this! We could go to the light, just like we had planned, together." Ichigo closed his eyes, his hand leaving his lips as he thought of getting out.

"Ichigo stay inside! It's a trick!" Ichigo's eyes snapped open, looking out the window again. Shiro grunted when she grabbed his hair, pulling his head back and pressing her blade closer to his throat. He panted, his eyes looking to him. Ichigo hid again, wishing for a second she would kill him.

"I understand baby, he took everything from you. He took your sister's, your father, your friends and me. But it doesn't have to be this way. Just come out and we can end this. We can go to the light where there is no need for blood and darkness. There is only happiness." Ichigo put his fist to his forehead, trying to convince himself not to get out. He had saw what was in her eyes, but he always knew what Shiro had done to him. For so many hours he coughed and vomited up blood, left to live in fear everyday that he wouldn't make it. Not to mention now he knew what sick shit he had done to him. Ichigo touched his stomach, feeling something move beneath his hand.

"Just come out Ichigo sweetheart. We can figure this out, together." Ichigo panted, closing his eyes tight. He let go of the seat. He fell onto the roof, blocking out the protests he heard Shiro make. He hesitated when he saw the mangled door a few feet away. He took in a deep breath, crawling out. He stood up, the wind lightly brushing against his face as he turned, facing his mother and Shiro. His ears began to ring, his stomach throbbing. He didn't falter though, his mother smiling when she saw his face.

"My baby boy," she whispered, letting go of Shiro. Ichigo saw his leg was broken, Shiro gasping for breath as he tried to get up. Ichigo didn't move as his mother came to stand in front of him, tears running down his cheeks when she touched a hand to his flesh. She smiled warmly, Ichigo faltering slightly as his vision blurred a little.

"I had tried so hard to get you back," she whispered, Ichigo trying not to cry when she hugged him. He held her, crying silently into her white robes. He had been through so much, unable to hold it in anymore. She held him tighter, breathing in his scent.

"I cried when they took you away from me. I wanted to kill them all. But now I have you, my sweet, sweet boy." Ichigo gasped when he felt a knife go through his back, his eyes wide as she held him tighter. His legs gave out on him, his mother holding him up, her wings surrounding them.

"Shh, just sleep now." Ichigo gasped for breath as she pushed it deeper, his entire body suddenly feeling cold. Shiro yelled for him, Ichigo looking to him. Her arms let him go. Ichigo fell slowly, his body hitting the ground like a rock. His head hit it hard, bouncing away from the impact before resting against the hard dirt. He looked off into space, choking for air from shock as he reached a hand back, his fingers touching the hilt of the knife.

"Look what you made me do demon," his mother whispered, Ichigo watching as she picked up Shiro.

"Look what you made me do?!"

He winced as he slowly pulled the knife out, lava rushing through his veins as he laid on his back. The grass touched against his wound and agitated it, the dirt causing pain as it tried to get inside. He brung the knife to his chest, his eyes fighting to stay open as he gasped for breath.

'Fight.' Ichigo closed his eyes, feeling a sudden warmth over his skin. His fear was deep, but something was deeper, his lips parting as his teeth ached to clench around flesh.

'Fight!' Ichigo got up slowly, tripping over his own feet as he tried to stand. Shiro and his mother were fighting, Shiro losing terribly as his injuries took longer to heal. He felt his stomach throb, an all over pulse felt deep in his veins. He began to walk, his walk speeding up into a jog. His legs ached, his heart heavy with death and fear, his mind set and determined. He began to run, releasing a battle cry. His mother turned, her eyes going wide as Ichigo stabbed the knife into her skull. Ichigo growled, kicking her chest, the knife leaving her flesh and bone with a sickening squelch. She stumbled back, Ichigo panting as his tears dried up.

"No, look what you did!" She blinked, falling back slowly. Her body hit the ground with a heavy thud, blood pouring from her wound and down her face, some trailing down her temple and onto the ground. Ichigo dropped the knife, his hand burned badly. He fell to his knees, throwing his head back and screaming at the moon. The scream ended in a broken sob, Ichigo looking to his mother. He crawled to her side, touching a hand to her face.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered over and over, her eyes slitting to him. Ichigo wiped the blood off her cheek, looking over her frozen features.

"My sweet baby boy." Her lips parted, releasing one last breath. Her body slowly shifted and creaked, her skin becoming crumbling stone. Ichigo tried to hang onto her, her stone flesh crumbling beneath his fingers. He took his hand away as the dust that remained was carried away by the wind, lifting slowly up into the sky. He watched it's lowly dance till he could see it no more, bowing his head as his shoulders shook with silent sobs.

"Ichigo." He covered his face with his bloody hand as Shiro came to his side, his clothes torn and bloody. He had lost what little blood he had obtained, Ichigo unwilling to look to him.

"We will see her again, angel's never stop their reign of anarchy," Shiro told him, Ichigo lowering his hand. He looked to him, three long streaks of blood on his cheek.

"Just get me out of here." Shiro helped him to his feet, the two walking the rest of the way. They got to a small cozy house on the countryside, the sun just starting to rise as Shiro closed the door behind them.

"Here get on the table," Shiro grunted as he picked him up, Ichigo too tired to protest as he placed him on the small mahogany table. He brung his legs to his chest, hissing when his thigh decided to throb. Shiro went over to a pantry, a window covered with a thick curtain beside it. He opened the pantry, a bunch of different bottles placed in there.

"When the angel's first went against the pact the god's made, my species had to find ways to sustain the human body we possessed." Ichigo looked to the blue vial in his hand when he turned back to him, Shiro placing it on the table beside him. He took off his torn shirt, placing it on the back of a chair.

"So there was a truce?" Ichigo asked as Shiro parted his robes, only one of his legs released from his cloak prison. His thigh was burned pretty badly, Shiro sighing as he took off the cork of the vial.

"Not really. God and Lucifer made an agreement of sorts. Their underlings could walk amongst the earth, but they could not fight or confront each other on this world. We-" Ichigo gave him a glare, Shiro frowning as he put the gel like substance on his fingers.

"My people only wanted to posses other's, to feel what we had lost. Angel's on the other hand would grow furious as the one's they watched over seemed to die overnight, our damned souls causing their death. They decided one day, that the pact meant nothing and started to track us down one by one. I lost many comrades to their blades." Ichigo hissed when he pressed his finger's harder against his flesh, Shiro apologizing softly. Ichigo let the cloak pool around his waist as he asked to do also the wound on his back.

"At night and day we could shift, turn into our true forms. But if this body we possess is injured, it makes the process difficult. I could have torn her to shreds if it weren't for that." Ichigo frowned when his finger's stopped, his hand sliding up his back.

"Would you have let me done that? Would you have been willing to watch?" Ichigo met his eyes.

"I would have killed you first."