Chapter 10

Ichigo woke up to warmth. He felt a little pain in his back but thought nothing of it, the rest of his body content and feeling energetic. He opened his eyes, frowning when he saw red sheets surrounding him. He sat up slowly, the pain in his back worsening. He looked around, fear building in his chest. There was blood on the pillows and sheets, Ichigo feeling something sticky on his skin. He pushed the blankets off of his body, tears building up in his eyes when he saw a trail of blood down his torso and legs.

He rose up a little, touching a hand to his hole. He pulled his fingers away, bringing them up to his face. He covered his mouth with his other hand when he saw the blood staining his fingers, his eyes wide in fright. He pulled his hand away from his mouth when he felt something sticky on his skin, blood on his other hand. His hand shook as he picked up the blanket, wiping his face, seeing blood stain the sheets. He wiped down his entire body but couldn't get the blood off all the way, throwing the blanket away from himself.

No, it couldn't be true. Ichigo didn't want it to be true, didn't want to believe any of it.

He touched two fingers to his throat, feeling for a pulse.

"You won't find one." Ichigo looked to the doorway, slowly lowering his hand from his neck. Shiro stood in the doorway, pants hanging loosely around his hips. Ichigo was shaking, fear and anger corrupting him. He got out of the bed slowly, using a pillow to hide his lower regions.

"You turned me?" He whispered, grabbing the desk he bumped into. He felt cold metal against his fingers, wrapping them around it as Shiro started to walk towards him.

"Why yes, I did Ichigo. That pitiful thing you called a body needed an upgrade." Shiro stopped in front of him, Ichigo panting in anticipation and fear as he tightened his fingers that much more around the metal.

"Shall we start with the ground rules then?" Ichigo gasped when Shiro grabbed his chin, keeping him from looking away.

"Rule number one, you're mine." Ichigo stabbed him in the gut and pushed him away, the metal having been a pen. Shiro looked down to it, pulling it out of his flesh. Ichigo raised his hand on instinct, Shiro's shadow running across the walls.

"Let there be light." Light erupted from his hand, Shiro's body turning into a shadow and avoiding it. Ichigo yelped when he was thrown onto the bed, pinned down by a shadow. The darkness became a solid body, Shiro frowning above him.

"You truly are your mother's child." Ichigo gasped when he wrapped a hand around his throat, gasping for breath.

"I had thought you lost that little trick, but I shouldn't have underestimated you. You did manage not to turn for ten years with my venom inside you." Ichigo closed his eyes as he tried to breathe, Shiro slowly loosening his grip. Ichigo gasped for breath when he released him, Shiro rising up and straddling his hips.

"A vampire with the power of light. It's a pity, I had hoped you would take to my shadow." Ichigo put a hand to his throat as coughed, tears burning in his eyes.

Ichigo was shocked himself. He had known a cadet who had been turned, and the ability to use his light was taken away when he turned to darkness. He knew there was still much to learn about himself, but he knew he couldn't do anything as long as he was stuck here with Shiro.

He gasped when Shiro grabbed his chin and made him look at him, Ichigo panting as he glared up at him.

"You should thank your mother for that power. But, I'll soon make you regret ever inheriting it." Ichigo gasped when he felt something go inside him, pain erupting through his body as he arched with a scream.

"Even without your shadow, I can still control you Ichigo. You are a part of me now, and for as long as you live I will never leave." Ichigo fell against the bed when the pain ceased, panting as he felt the energy he had before slowly start to disperse. He opened his eyes, looking to Shiro with defiance.

"You will never have me." Ichigo gasped when Shiro slapped him, Shiro's expression calm despite his aggressiveness. Ichigo grunted when he was pulled up, pressed against Shiro's body. He tried to push away from him, freezing when he felt his finger against his hole.

"You are mine, Ichigo." Ichigo yelped when he pushed his finger inside, closing his eyes as he pushed it in deep.

"Remember last night? How you begged for me to fuck you?" Shiro whispered into his ear, Ichigo shivering when he licked the lobe. He dug his nails into his biceps when he pushed in another finger, his body slowly heating up against his will.

Ichigo grit his teeth when he pushed them deep, memories flashing behind his eyes. He bit his lip when Shiro curled his fingers, jolting against him as he bit back his moan.

He remembered drinking his blood, remembered the feeling it gave him. Ichigo dug his nails deeper into his flesh, crying out when he bit his shoulder. He remembered spreading his legs for him, remembered as he kissed down his body. Ichigo let his head tilt back, a moan escaping his lips as a fog set over his mind. Shiro released his flesh, licking the wound he made. He moved his fingers faster, Ichigo gasping as he arched against him.

"There you are," Shiro purred, Ichigo crying out when he touched against his prostate.

'Zangetsu.'

Ichigo eyes snapped open, the fog suddenly dispersing. He pulled away from Shiro completely, panting as he shook against the bed frame. The girl's voice had spoke in his mind, and for a second Ichigo almost wanted to repeat what she said. Though, her voice brought clarity to his fogged mind, Ichigo raising his hand when Shiro moved towards him.

"Don't touch me," he growled, Shiro raising an eyebrow. Ichigo saw his shadow, scurrying off the bed to avoid it. His erection had went down, Ichigo taking a few steps back as he looked to Shiro.

"You're nothing but a monster," Ichigo panted, Shiro rolling his eyes as he rested on his side on the bed. He placed his elbow on the bed, resting his temple against his hand as he watched Ichigo with almost bored eyes.

"How many more times must you call me that? It is obvious a monster could not make you moan like I have managed to achieve." Ichigo growled at him, taking another step back. He bumped into the wall, Ichigo seeing his shadow dart towards him. He darted away, Shiro smirking.

"Quick on your feet, I like that. But…" Ichigo grunted when he was suddenly pinned against the wall, Shiro grinning as he stood in front of him.

"I like more how loud you are in bed."

:::+:::

"Yamamoto will kill you both." Renji and Shinji kneeled in front of Rukia's cell, both ready to leave on their search for Ichigo. Unohana had not been willing to help them with any medical supplies or weapons, but she did give them a key. They had went to the library, and read all there was to know about Shiro. They knew his secrets and his power, having fifteen safe houses to check. He owned a large portion of downtown Tokyo, and owned all the blood banks, and several trading companies. He was one of the most desired men in Japan.

But that was because most people didn't know what he really was.

"We almost gave up on Ichigo. I deserve to die." Renji looked to Shinji who was looking at the ground, Rukia reaching through the bars and touching his hand. Renji understood how he felt, he felt just as ashamed. He looked to Rukia, Rukia smiling softly. Her smile slowly fell though.

"What if Ichigo doesn't want to come back? You heard and saw, he had been bitten and most likely turned." Renji understood her worries, many of their friends having been turned over the years. Once they were marked, given their first taste of blood, they didn't want to come back. Renji saw a friend turn and had to kill him a week later when he tried to feed on him. He didn't even recognize him.

"But, we can't forget that he resisted. He didn't drink your blood Rukia. He kept on fighting for us even as he turned. I believe he will come back, and when he does, he'll help us get you out of this hell hole."

Rukia smiled, sitting down slowly. She put her hand to her side, breathing in deeply. Renji knew she was in pain, Rukia looking to them both.

"I'll be fine here. Ichigo I'm sure is fine too." Renji reached through the bars, Rukia taking his hand. Shinji slowly got to his feet, Renji sighing softly.

"We'll come back for you," he told her, Rukia giving him a smile. He could see it was weak, her wounds having been more dire than she would have admitted. Renji let his hand slip from hers, slowly getting to his feet.

"Don't get caught," Rukia told them as they turned to leave, Renji wanting nothing more than to break down those bars and rescue her now. But, they had to prove Ichigo wasn't who everybody thought he had become. He knew Ichigo more than anybody, he knew he could never be brought down into the pits of darkness. Ichigo was a fighter.

The strongest he knew.

"Where should we look first?" Shinji asked, Renji taking out the piece of paper with the address they got from the book.

"Since they know we know about Rainbow bridge I doubt they'll be in there, but we should look over it for any things left behind." Renji sighed, looking up the sky. He didn't know where to even start. He knew though, he needed to get there before it was too late.

:::+:::

Ichigo gasped, his hand fisting in the sheets as Shiro thrusted into his body. Shiro groaned softly, Ichigo clawing his nails down his back as he thrusted into him again. Shiro kissed him, Ichigo moaning into the kiss as he parted his lips with his tongue. He wrapped his legs tighter around his waist, Shiro reaching down and grabbing his thigh.

"Tell me who you belong too," Shiro whispered as he sunk his claws into Ichigo's thigh, Ichigo moaning as he pressed against his prostate. He ran his hands up his back, Shiro thrusting into his body faster as he kissed his neck.

"Tell me," he panted, Ichigo moaning when he licked his flesh.

"Y-You," Ichigo moaned brokenly, Shiro sinking his fangs into his flesh. Ichigo arched with a scream, Shiro groaning when he felt heat against his stomach.

Ichigo opened his eyes, seeing endless sand in front of him. He stood in the middle of it all, the hot air rushing against his skin. He squinted his eyes from the bright sun, looking around for anything. Only endless sand surrounded him, Ichigo stopping when he saw a child standing in the sand.

He looked at him with tears in his brown eyes, Ichigo unable to look away. He looked just like him when he was a boy, after his mothers death. He took a step towards him, the boy looking up to something behind him. Ichigo followed his gaze, his movements suddenly feeling slow. A large pyramid stood tall behind him, the boy slowly walking towards it. His body started to grow as he aged rapidly, a full grown man suddenly standing beside him. Ichigo just stared at him for a long second, eventually turning and following his gaze.

He could see nothing but the pyramid.

"Getsuga." Ichigo looked to the man, his eyes turning to him. One eye was golden like Shiro's, the other eye blue like the sky. Ichigo was confused, the man looking back to the pyramid.

"My name, is Getsuga Tensho. Don't you forget it, Ichigo." The man started walking towards the pyramid, Ichigo blinking as he wondered how the man knew his name. He reached for him, almost falling over when the endless sand was replaced by a hallway. Ichigo heard screams, his feet moving quickly as he ran towards them. He felt smaller, his breaths escaping in soft pants as he turned a corner. He stopped by the opening to a room, peeking to see what was inside. His mother laid on a bed, a lady by her side. She told her to push in a hushed whisper, a baby in a small basket beside her crying.

Ichigo bit his lip, taking a small step into the room.

"Karin." The babies cries stopped, his mother's screams still echoing as Ichigo slowly walked up to the basket. The lady looked to him, looking away quickly though when the other baby started to crown.

"Yuzu."

A hand grabbed his shoulder.

…

Ichigo jolted awake, looking behind himself and seeing Shiro. He couldn't move as he stared into his eyes, Shiro slowly leaning down and kissing him. Ichigo didn't know what to do, Shiro slipping a hand beneath the blankets.

The mismatched eyes appeared in his vision, Ichigo hesitantly wrapping his arms around Shiro's neck as he laid down with him.

What was happening to him?