damn it took me awhile... sorry to you guys who wait on the edge of your seats for this. I do not own bleach or its sales...

Warnings: Original Character, Rape, Cussing...

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TealEyedBeing:

shiro is an evil fuck, but it wouldn't be him any other way ^^ the power ichigo used? you'll know by the end of this chappie!! ichigo just forced shiro back inside his mind. -.o read on XD

Prexistence:

bad, bad zangetsu -.- yeah grimxichi is cute in tad-bits, no worries here comes a tiny bit of bloody ichi lol.

Kobato00:

no shiro is still there! XD ichigo just sent him back inside his head, yeah ichigo is a little tramautized... but oh well XD -thanks for commentin' my pic lol!

BonneNuit:

lol! there will be some grimxichi just not as mean or violent like shiroxichi... thats towards the future though, right now its grimxichi at each others necks lol.

Fundibulous teh Zohan:

hell yeah it was awesome! and lemme through some more sex and plot at ya in this chappie!! XP XD EUROPEAN BOYS RULE!!

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XD!! you fans are so great, your comments keep me boosted to type more lol! enjoy!!


This Power…


A quick movement and Grimmjow brought up an arm blocking the judo-chop aimed at his shoulder. Swiping away another jab directed around his midsection Jaegerjaquez had time to blink before catching sight of a knee thrust, instead of blocking it he balled a fist and mashed his knuckles in Ichigo's leg. A hiss alerted Grimmjow he made a direct hit. Serves the brat right for trying to bash him in his junk.

Ichigo stepped back with a frown. His sore leg trembling slightly. Sweat beaded down his body and he had to wipe the wetness from his forehead so it wouldn't drip from his brows. He huffed clenching and unclenching palms.

The hollow snarled before spitting to the side. "This sucks!"

"What?"

Grimmjow pointed at the other. "You're weaker then before. You're so slow I can predict every move you throw my way. It's starting to piss me off!"

His eye twitched. "Piss you off? I just lost all my shinigami powers and you're the one complaining?! Fuck this." The Strawberry grumbled turning and walking off towards the exit, Blueberry gawking at him in surprise.

"OI! Where the fuck are you going?! Get your ass back here!"

"Pfft! Like I'm going to do anything you say! All you do is bitch, you're pissing me off! Train on your own!" Ichigo rounded on the ladder out of the basement, he glanced over his shoulder. Orbs widening Kurosaki turned back around and picked up speed climbing the ladder as Grimmjow came stalking toward him at an irritated gait matching his agility. Halfway up the orange haired boy quickened his pace eyeing the larger male beneath him. "S-Stop following me! You're freakin' me out!"

The ex-Espada's eyes narrowed as he gripped tightly to the ladder becoming quicker. In a dark tone he seethed at the younger, "Who says I'm followin' you?"

Ichigo knew with that dead-set look in the others eyes that they were full of shit. As fast as possible he climbed, he just had that creepy feeling Grimmjow was a forceful being at nature and he didn't want to find out how angry the hollow was after he turned his back on Jaegerjaquez. He stopped at the top and considered knocking over the ladder…

Grimmjow could almost see the thoughts flying through Ichigo's head. A growl tore from his chest, "Don't you fucking dare!"

"I don't know… I got the feeling I should."

"W-What?!"

Grabbing both sides of the ladder Ichigo teetered it. "Don't yell at me!"

"What the fuck is this?! Stop freakin' out!"

"I'll stop when you say you won't try and do anything when you get up here!"

"… what?!" Grimmjow sweated. "You paranoid now or somethin'? I just want out of the goddamned basement!"

Ichigo took a second to processes if that was a good enough excuse for him.

"Hey~ there!" Urahara appeared behind Ichigo startling the boy enough for the younger to tip the ladder even more, almost diving forward. That had Grimmjow clinging to the wood and cussing up a storm down below.

"If I fall I really am gonna kick your ass!"

"Oh are you and neko-chan done assessing your fighting levels already?" Kisuke chatted through his fan as if he didn't see his pupil struggling to keep the ladder from falling.

"Can't you see I need help here?!" He snapped over his shoulder.

Indeed the boy looked a bit funny with his legs spread out and both arms wrapped around the top of the ladder trying to pull it into its original spot. With a chuckle Urahara stepped around the front and placed a sandaled foot on the boys' face before shoving him backwards.

The ladder fell back in place and Ichigo hit the ground on his butt, jarring his pelvis. "OW!" Kurosaki was going to yell at the shop keeper but a blue haired head popped out of the hole and an arm snatched the civilian shirt he wore bringing them face to face.

"NOT. FUNNY."

Hot breath touched his face and Ichigo had to turn away to hide his blush. Being this close to the blue-eyed devil was a bit much for him, he had to kill his own wandering thoughts from taking him to places he wasn't sure he'd like to go with another hollow. "You're breath stinks."

Grimmjow boiled in suppressed rage as the boy twisted away and got free of his hold. Hopping out of the basement he stuffed both hands in his pockets. "On the subject of his levels… he's hopeless."

Kurosaki flipped the other off.

"Stick it out far enough and I'll bite it off!!"

Ichigo walked away.

"Oh dear… you two have been bonding well lately." Kisuke said more to himself then anyone.

Grimmjow perked up beside the man, turning to glare. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Nothing, nothing…" The ex-captain strolled from the hollow whom sent mental-daggers at the back of his head. In the front room Urahara blinked when he saw Ichigo pull on a red jacket zipping it closed. "Are you going somewhere Kurosaki-kun?"

"Yeah… out."

"That's not such a good idea." The man chided being ignored by the boy.

"Look… I've got things I want to check out. I'll be back soon…"

"I should hope so. By tonight I'll have your test results unlocked and an answer for you."

"I'll be here." Stepping outside Ichigo took in a breath of fresh air noting the sun just mid-high in the clear sky.

"Hey you!"

Kurosaki looked down as Jinta came stomping over with a broom. "Uh, yeah?" He flinched back when the end of the broomstick was jostled in his face. The redheaded boy snarling at him,

"When's your boyfriend leaving?!"

"My… boyfriend?" Ichigo suddenly realized Jinta was talking about Grimmjow. His face heated up. He snatched the end of the broom and yelled back, "He's not my boyfriend!"

"Feh! Whatever! How come you two hang out and sleep together?!" Jinta cradled his body, shaking his bottom from side to side mocking the taller boy as he smooched the air. Ururu giggling nearby.

Face turning redder Ichigo grasped the thought of what others saw… him being hauled around by the hollow, him sparring with the hollow, him sleeping in the same cubby hide-out with the hollow, and still him eating with the hollow. He hit the boy over the head with the broom. "We're not boyfriends and that's final!" Ichigo let the broom drop and trudged away.

Jinta pouted throwing up his fists. "Stop living in denial Strawberry!"

Ururu watched as the boy left, whispering to herself, "But this is supposed to be a Kuchikukan-Ichigo yaoi story…"

"Hm? What was that Ururu?" Jinta blinked.

"Nothing."

Jinta howled in frustration attacking the girl and pinching her face, ignoring her protests. "YOU NEVER TELL ME ANYTHING!"

Down the road Ichigo scratched his neck. He wasn't so sure if he should visit the Vizards or not. Even though he had told Grimmjow they could trust Kisuke, he himself still had that last sliver of mistrust towards the man. Come on, the crazy scientist said he wasn't human anymore? On what grounds did the bastard base his analysis on? The Vizards would probably be able to give him a straight answer to his problem…

Clouds rolled lazily through the sky as birds chirped a merry tune.

Kurosaki frowned. The male remembered the time where he trained profoundly with the group of outcasts. How they drew their swords on him the moment he started turning hollow. If the Vizards found out about last night and the fact he had become that monster, killing someone… they'd no doubt shred him to pieces without so much as a thought. A shiver ran down his spine. Maybe he should steer clear from those guys.


* Soul Society *

A well sized property in the upper-class districts of Soul Society rests a luxurious mansion set within tended gardens. This main house to the Miya Clan branches off to smaller buildings tucked close to the fence housing the vassals to the main family. A cozy built home compared to the larger estates nearby, but still as grand in its décor and design.

Just outside on the wooden porch sits the clan leader resting in the shade. Young and silent the male stares out into the back garden, hands holding onto the cooling cup of tea in his lap.

A servant appears, rounding the porches' corner. The person slips up and kneels, head touching the wood in a deep bow.

Taking a sip of tea the boy takes a moment before relieving the servant. "Yes?"

"Miya-sama… I regretfully bring you bad news." Glancing to the young leader the servant waits to continue. He does so seeing the slight gesture of Miya-sama's palm. "It is my unfortunate duty to inform you that one of your dear nakama has lost their life in battle just recently."

A feeling of sudden dread coiled up within the male. He fought not to take a glimpse at his servant. "Whom?"

Bowing again the man remained low. "Iwaya Ganseki."

The coil came undone, sending the electrifying tremble through his body followed by the cold sorrow. The male felt as if he was being drenched in a wave of anguish that refused to stop. Face set in a hard line he ground his teeth together. "Leave me."

The man was gone in a heartbeat. Entering the west wing he sighed rubbing the back of his head. A pretty maid turned to him.

"You told Miya-sama?"

He nodded.

"How did he take it?"

"Not well…" The two staff members shared worried frowns. "For something like this to happen so soon after already loosing those two… I don't see him coming back from this one."

Holding onto the males hand the maid whispered to him, "We must make this easy for Miya-sama, he is the new leader and needs all the support he can get. You should have let his vassal give him this news."

"I was told by that boy to tell Miya-sama myself, he must be just as upset."

"Ah… well, we must get back to work. We must help out as much as possible to make Miya-sama's job easier." The girl turned away as they returned to their daily lives.

Within Seireitei a tall figure sat just inside an empty dojo owned by the 11th company. His looming shadow kept unwanted trespassers from entering and deadly bored eyes scared away the low-ranks from the building. A large hand propped up his head as he dozed in and out of sleep. Something wet and small dropped on his face bringing him to a more awakened state. He peered out of the dojo mildly surprised as a light sprinkle of rain started to drizzle from the sky…

"Hm?"

"Neh, neh? Waz up?" The tiny pink haired assistant captain appeared at his side looking about.

"Rain…"

"Buh' der's no clouds in the sky!" She pouted.

"It's that Miya kid… the one who just lost his two elder brothers." A grin stretched across his face. "Something happened again."

The rain became heavier, sky darkening from the thick endless mass.

"Ooooh! I remember dis happenin' last week too! Before the graduates went into their ranks!" She spread her hands over her head. "The sky started cwyin'! And we were at the placement finals when you demanded dat boy to join our company!" Yuichiku frowned. "Buh' he didn't… he went into Byakuya's division."

"Well he didn't have much of a choice did he?" Zaraki growled angry at the whole situation. "His Clan is small and needs all the brownie-points to keep a good reputation. Now that both successors to the Clan disappeared into Hueco Mundo and never returned he has to grow up fast and take over the position."

Yuichiku blinked and gazed into the rain. A sense of despair and unsettling rage gave the harmless droplets a more feral feel like the time before. It was the pure fiendish aura that had drawn Kenpachi to the young nobleman. Two days before the placement finals the mysterious disappearance of both brothers had stemmed a deep monstrous anger that fueled the boy into chopping and cleaving through the competition like butter. Little Kusajishi had wanted a cute bishonen to annoy in her company and it seemed Zaraki was still put out that a young brat had denied his offer.

"Feh. I still think he should've joined us. He's got the potential to be a demon." Kenpachi stood cracking his neck and rolling back his shoulders. "Hop on we're going."

"UWAAH!" The girl pounced on the giants back and climbed up to cling at his shoulder. "Where r' we goin'?!"

"To see that kid."


* Kurosaki Residence *

Ichigo peeked around the corner at his home. Strangely enough he could sense the spiritual pressure coming from the house better then he originally had. He could even tell whose chi it was. Rukia… Grinding his teeth together Ichigo let out a sigh. Right now wasn't the time to interact with anyone from Seireitei when he was at large. Besides Kurosaki just couldn't seem to find the courage to face her after what he had did.

A dozen reiatsu's closed in the area.

It startled him to move away quickly from his home. He gave one last look over his shoulder trying to impress the image in his mind forever. Ichigo had a feeling he wouldn't see his home again for quite some time.

A few minutes later he found himself under a bridge somewhere on the other side of town. A familiar meeting spot from a few days ago. Sitting with a huff Ichigo congratulated himself for ducking and skirting just outside the shinigami patrols reach. It seemed that they didn't sense him at all, but he could pinpoint them in a heartbeat. Such a great skill he wished he had before… to bad he was using it to stay hidden from possible enemies. Catching his breath the boy leaned back.

"I~chi~goooo…"

He jolted looking around in rising horror. Ichigo didn't see the ghostly hands reach out from the shadow he cast on the bridge pillar, and the boy was too late when those white hands clamped around him and pulled him back slamming his head into the pillar. Knocking Kurosaki unconscious he fell inward towards his mind.

Kuchikukan stood above the mumbling boy in the inner realm. An ugly frown marring his features as he kneeled down and backhanded his other half. Ichigo rustled bursting into a struggle as they wrestled for a moment, Shirosaki growling in rage, "How is it ya always find a way around me you sneaky lil' fuck?!"

"Get the hell off me you crazy bastard!" Ichigo pulled back a leg and slammed his foot in the hollows crotch making the male howl in pain. He rolled away, springing to a crouch.

"I don't get it!" Shiro seethed palming his groin while eyeing Ichigo. "No matter how much I try to get free you're always holding me back!"

"You should be used to it by now. I'm never going to let you escape again Kuchikukan."

Snorting the hollow squared his shoulders. "Big talk for someone who doesn't have a zanpakutõ." There in an outstretched hand appeared the sword Ichigo once owned. Tossing it a short ways in the air Shiro let the hilts sash unravel before clamping down on it and giving a sharp snap causing the sword to whip around in the air at the side of his head. A twisted grin split across his face as he stalked forward.

Kurosaki glanced around for something, his time was wasted as his hollow twin materialized lashing out a foot, kicking Ichigo right under the chin and sending the boy crashing to the metal building. He brought both hands up to try and catch the blade as it was coming down on him, but the directed of the sword changed when Shiro tugged on the sashes' length. The orange haired boy was shoved back as a strong grip captured his wrists.

Wickedly Shiro speared the boys' hands, piercing the skin all the way through and embedding the sword into the building so the other couldn't flee.

"GAHHH! S-SHIT!"

"I'm gonna put cha back into your place Ichigo."

Ichigo thrashed, alarmed at what the hollow suggested. "H-hold on! Wait! Stop it right now!"

Laughing, the white devil's nails elongated and he ripped away at the shirt ignoring the way he left bloody scraps. Stopping to smile down at a rippling chest he admired the pink flesh donned with scars and new wounds. Leaning in he sucked at a particularly long scratch enjoying the strangled gasp below him. A rumbling purr rolled from his throat and he chewed a path to the hem of the boys' hakuma kissing the angry marks before dipping a blue tongue under the belt.

At his dismay Ichigo's body responded to the sadistic ministrations, it sent a terrifying jolt through his system tingling his groin to life. In utter horror the orange haired boy twisted shouting aloud, "Z-ZANGETSU! GET THIS FUCKER OFF ME! GET OFF! GET OFF!" His mouth was smothered by a cold hand. "MHHNNH!! MMMPH!"

"Haha~!" He whispered into the others ear. "You're just too sexy bound up and screamin' for help. Don't act like ya don't want it." Already tossing the unwanted pants to the side Shirosaki bent and swallowed Ichigo's semi-hard-on.

Giving a stifled moan Ichigo's eyes rolled into his half-lidded lids as they closed in bliss. He couldn't contain himself as he arched up searching for more of that warmth that sucked on his weeping member. Ichigo bucked into the contact. Faintly hearing a choking sound he chuckled, head turning left to right.

Glaring at the male Shirosaki took hold of the males dick and pumped gnawing at an inner thigh. "Choke me again and I just might bite ya dick off pretty boy."

"H-hey…"

Shirosaki halted to look up at those golden colored irises staring down at him.

"When the fuck are you gonna finally kill me?" Ichigo huffed. "I mean… all you do is play these fucked up mental games and shit! What the hell goes through your mind? Don't you want to rule?"

That white face blinked and a smile curled on either side to reveal sharp jagged teeth. "Oooh Ichigooo." Shiro nudged the crook of the boys neck. "I don't want to kill you…"

Glazed swamped eyes gazed at him.

"I want to own you."

Claws dug into his chest.

"I want to lock you up and keep you for myself."

He came to a sudden understanding that truthfully Kuchikukan enjoyed this. Enjoyed the fights and gory rape. The sick fuck couldn't get enough of it all. "… I hate you." Smoldering eyes glared daggers at his captor.

Kuchikukan barred his teeth in a wide grin. Somewhere between a growl and a purr vibrated through his chest. He snarled, snapping his canines together beside Ichigo's face causing the boy to flinch back violently. Shirosaki's gurgling laughter rose as he turned slightly, meeting the boys' frightened face. "I love it when you say that."

"You don't love!" He spat. "You're incapable of it!" His throat was seized in a choking hold.

"Maybe so…" A quirky smirk. "But I'm just a more raw form of you.""You're… not apart of me… fucker."

"Stop being so stupid. I am you! I'm your power! I'm everything that ya hold back!" Breathing on the other Kuchikukan murmured, "Created by the seven key ingredients…"

Ichigo frowned.

"Wrath!"

Nails bore into his body, those iron fingers tearing through his flesh.

"Sloth… Envy!"

The orange haired teenager coughed, squirming from the painful sensation stabbing into him. Teeth scraping across his lower abdomen causing his stomach muscles to twitch uncontrollably.

"Gluttony and Pride!"

Both his legs were thrown over his enemies shoulders and a tongue molested his most private parts. Ichigo shivered biting down on his bottom lip.

"Greed…"

That devilish tongue traced the markings on his chest. Hands sweeping his entire body, sending his nerves on edge. Kurosaki huffed, the bastard had him aching for attention! Everything was so blistering, his blood rushed hot. A thirst rose in the back of his throat needing a taste of that rotten reiatsu his hollow counterpart had. When had he became so addicted to it?

"… and Lust."

He hated him. He really did. Never had he needed something so primal. It disgusted him. But that was how life is isn't it? People using one another to survive. Ichigo was being used, he knew he was. So why couldn't he use the same demon that brought him to this state? There really is no way out of it, he was beginning to crave more of this impure bastard then before. He is falling from grace.

"I'm your instinct."

A mouth enclosed over his own and the boy felt the hollows desire press into him. Eyes closing he pushed back into the kiss and when that familiar mouth opened to him, Ichigo began to absorb the tainted poison that rushed into his system like a coursing fire.

"And you're the heart, the more emotional part of us."

"Goddamn it." Ichigo hissed arching upwards as the hardened shaft entered him. He lunged for those sinful lips. "Just shut the fuck up and kiss me!"

"Gya-ha-ha!!" Shiro lowered to his elbows devouring the one below him. Thrusting in an incoherent rhythm he sucked and consumed the emotions that wafted from Ichigo's aura. Hatred and desire, fear and pain he ate it all. The feeling swarming in and becoming lost in the void of the nothingness inside himself, the hollow of his being. Kuchikukan licked the others neck, "Ngh, ya feel so good Ichigooo. I want more…"

Ichigo let out a strangled groan as teeth sank into his shoulder. It shot bolts of pleasure down his spine, pooling at the bottom. He could feel blood pour from the wound making the hollow pump faster in excitement. Heart pounding in his chest Ichigo grinded back, prostrate being assaulted in continuous abuse. The dark reiatsu swirling around in his veins Ichigo heard the howling moans trickling from his own mouth. It wasn't long his propped up legs were trembling in exertion, his orgasm flooding forward. "Ahh…"

"Nuh-uh I don't think so."

His dick was gripped tightly and he shouted in outrage while Shiro laughed down at him. Eyes glaring past the glaze he watched in fury as the hollow pulled out, launching cum over his bloody chest.

Kuchikukan shook slightly, his hand moving from the boys' crying length to spread around his seed in the pretty red blood of what was his. He almost came again with just the thought of coating the helpless Strawberry. That sneer plastered on Ichigo's face was the hottest… He smirked.

Ichigo couldn't seem to express his undying devotion to kill this person. He just knew it was all too much when that white hand stroked him possessively.

Shiro reached over the boys' head grabbing onto the swords hilt. Thumbing the pinkish slit on Ichigo's dick he gave a slight squeeze as he ripped the sword free from the males hands.

Kurosaki gave a cry, cuming into the hollows' awaiting hand. When he fell back, it felt like he fell on a cloud that enveloped him completely. This was rapture? He didn't have time for that. Is was time for action. Stealing away the sense of ecstasy he moved to attack.

Licking the sticky substance running down his palm Shirosaki hardly acknowledged the glow of golden light before something sharp and painful stabbed him in the chest. He stepped back with a yelp of surprise as he blinked into the others eyes.

Painting, Ichigo's orbs narrowed. There in his hand was a gold knife he had made purely out of the energy from his body. When had he learned that? He simply did it. Wanting a weapon and that strange power leaped to his will creating the golden blade.

They stood there looking at one another.

"This…" Ichigo huffed, twisting the blade. Shiro snarled grabbing onto his body digging claws in for leverage. "This is where your heart should be…" He buried the knife deeper. "But there isn't one… that's why…" His face broke into a scowl, "I can't ever let you win!"

"RAHHH!!!!"

He shoved the hollow back and the world of his mind spun around him before it vanished entirely…

Trees swayed and fish nipped at mosquitoes flying just above the surface of the water. Cars passed on the street just overhead as small conversation was heard from a group of people moving across the bridge.

Standing he remained still for a moment…

"FUCKER! I'LL FUCKING GET YOU FOR THIS!"

Gripping his hair Ichigo stumbled forward as the screeching continued from the inside.

"WHEN I GET THE THROWN I'LL MAKE YOU BOW BEFORE ME AND BEG FOR PLEASURE! YOU'LL BE NOTHING BUT MY SLAVE YOU HEAR ME ICHIGO?! ICHIGO!!"

Dots speckled in his vision. Ichigo called forth the odd power and it came streaming to his command washing from his glowing palms into his head and drowning out the shrieking hollow. It submerged every pathway to the inner realm and he could feel all those doors leading inward slam shut as golden locks became secured. Ichigo's knees gave out and he strained to catch his breath. For a moment he stayed like that until he finally got back up leaving the shade of the bridge.

Nighttime descended. The shinigami patrols were slim and few. The search ending soon as they would most likely label him a hollow that went to reside in Hueco Mundo feeding off the living souls every now and then. The thought made him sick.

A growing light brought the boy from his depressed thoughts to stop in his tracks. The shop just ahead of him on fire. "K… Kisuke!" He began sprinting towards the shop that continued to burn. Figures standing around the blazing building made Ichigo suddenly lunge into an alley way just in time for the tallest to turn and not see him. Leaning on the cold bricks the teenager looked around the corner. "Byakuya…"

"He showed up about ten minutes ago."

Startled Ichigo's head swirled around to see a small girl standing next to him. Her dark cloak and short blond hair standing out. She turned and smiled at Ichigo. "Hey!"

"Oh, Ririn!" The female mod-soul motioned for him to follow her.

"Common everyone's this way."

Down a few more turns past streets and around corners they ventured away from the shinigami's Ichigo and Ririn soon walked into an empty bar. Ririn ran forward to sit in a chair at the front between the two other mod-souls who nodded to him. Tessai stood behind the bar looking through the stock, Ururu cleaning mindlessly and Jinta perched on the bar top with his arms crossed in boiling anger. No doubt the tike was angry, he had just lost his home. This newer place was a mess. Only a few candles sent light streaking across the broken chairs and tables, dirty floor boards and trash littered the place. It smelt of grind and moldy piss.

"Kurosaki-kun…"

His eyes drew him towards the back. In an open booth next to the bathrooms sat two people. He walked to them, a lantern flared up on the same table and Ichigo blinked before seeing Urahara sitting against the back wall waving at him. On the opposite side the light touched flippantly upon the other, making hues blue hair almost glimmer. Strong muscles moved deliciously under taunt shoulder blades as Grimmjow turned to regard him over a stretched out arm. Stepping beside the table Ichigo looked down at the stack of papers in front of the ex-shop keeper, then at the hollow. "What's up with the civilian look?"

Jaegerjaquez looked down at himself. He had thought the black tank-top on dark blue jeans seemed fine. Of course the metal knee-high boots were a bit over doing it. He cracked his knuckles in the biker arm-warmers before pouting. "You didn't think I'd wear that damned uniform all the time did you? I'm a free man."

"Hollow." Ichigo corrected.

Grimmjow's eye twitched. "Hollow…"

"Anyways… what the hell happened to the shop?"

"Feh. Those friends of yours ratted me out and forced their way inside!"

"They got some hard evidence that I have been smuggling things in and out of Soul Society." The elder man laughed fanning himself before the laughter drained out of him and he sighed. "My treaty with them has been revoked and they burned down the shop. We're all renegades now to be killed on site, isn't that wonderful?"

Ichigo sweated. "Hardly… hey!" He grabbed at the papers and frowned at the endless numbers. "Do you know yet?"

"… yeah." Urahara stood. Both hands clutching Ichigo's shoulders. "Ichigo." Firm words made the boy ridged as the mentor became serious. "That day back in Las Noches… you had accidentally destroyed the Hõgyoku…"

"Um… yeah I remember that."

"Ichigo… you may have destroyed the vessel in which the Hõgyoku was carried in, but you didn't destroy the power. It had to go somewhere… and the closest thing to it that could be used to store itself inside is you!"

"W-" Eyes widened in shock, "What?!"

"Ichigo… you are the Hõgyoku now!"


o.o whoa. who saw that one coming?! NUN OF YA!! XP lolz anyways next chapter I'll type faster for your pleasure, if anyone is interested I've got another picture out of Ganseki's younger brother Koishi Iwaya just type this in a window thingy with NO SPACES--- aaron-skiver . deviantart . com / art / Koishi - Iwaya - 140503764