Well, here it is! finally! sorry, been kinda busy with work and such, ya know? :P Anyways, please enjoy this lovely chapter, cause I thinkg it turned out very well! Please review and thank you for all of you that have been! It means so much to me! :)

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Note:/ Writing in Italic is Hyorinmaru, in italic bold is Toshiro's little...well, you'll know when you read it ;)

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MPOV

I screamed at Toshiro as his eyes were fluttering closed. I fisted my hands in his robes and shook him. Tears streamed down my face as I clung to him desperately. His head was moving from side to side, his eyes searching. Searching for something. For me? Was he looking for me?

I let out a sob, "Shiro-chan, please, you're okay. You're going to be fine!" I cried desperately, not entirely sure if I was trying to convince him or myself. I looked into his face, but my eyes couldn't stop from trailing to his mouth, where blood spurted out of, trailed down his chin and neck, making a small pool on the snowy ground.

His head turned towards me and his eyes focused slowly. "Hinamori…."

"Toshiro! Oi, look at me, you bastard. Keep your fucking eyes open. You hear me?" I was surprised to see Grimmjow leaning over him, with Orihime firmly wrapped to his side. I cried and my head involuntarily landed on his chest. He was warm. No…he shouldn't be warm….he was never warm….

"Why is he warm?" The question popped out of my mouth. I didn't mean to say it, I thought that I had said it in my head. Grimmjow and Orihime's heads snapped up in shock and I heard Toshiro wheeze out a shuddering breath.

"Why is he warm?" I screamed, feeling his chest with my hands. He was always cold. Always cold. Why now? I knew that it wasn't because of the blood. That wasn't why he was warm. His whole body was warm. The snow around him was melting. Why? Why? What was going on?

"Hinamori…."

I looked down at Toshiro's face. His beautiful face. And that's when I knew that I couldn't lie to myself anymore. I loved him. Dear God, I loved this man. A man I've only know for a short amount of time and already, my heart was his.

Why is it that we women only realize our feelings when our loved one is dying?

"What, what is it, Shiro-chan?" I asked desperately. His arm moved, his hand reached up towards me.

"I'm….sorry…" his words were whispered, labored. I chocked out a sob. His hand fell and his eyes glazed over. Blood still pooled steadily onto the puddle of water beneath him. I stared at him, my eyebrows pulling together. So close that it was almost painful. But my chest is the part of my body that is hurting the most.

"Toshiro? Toshiro…Toshiro? No! No, no, no!" I screamed, the tears never stopping. I pulled his body up, which was slightly easy because he wasn't that much taller than me, and shook him. It wasn't the smartest thing, it probably hurt him, but it was the only thing I could think of doing. The only thing I could think of that would keep him alive. I shook him, but his head just lolled on his shoulders and fell to the side, his eyes wide and staring.

Sudden realization punctured my heart, cut it out of my chest, and stabbed it just for spite.

"NO!"

But it wasn't me who screamed that. It was Grimmjow.

I looked up and saw him being impaled with another sword as someone else grabbed Orihime. What was going on? What did these men want with her? Why did they want me? Why did they kill Shiro-chan? Why was this happening?

Orihime was screaming at the men, screaming for Grimmjow, the way I had screamed for Toshiro.

I looked around me, and it seemed as if everything – including my actions – were moving in slow-motion. Renji was running over to Rukia, who was lying on the ground, blood pooled around her. Ichigo was still fighting the scary man, but….it did not…he was wearing a mask. An abnormal mask that resembled a skull. Grimmjow was slashing out his sword, cutting a deep gash in the chest of the man who had impaled him. Finally, I looked down. I stared at clouded teal eyes.

But as everything unraveled in front of me, I couldn't feel the arms pulling me away from the only boy I've loved. I didn't hear the others scream as they took me away. I didn't even comprehend the fact that I was screaming at the men who were taking me away. I wasn't capable of comprehending anything. No, never mind, I could comprehend one thing, and one thing only. And whether this made me weak, or a sick romantic, or a pathetic little girl, I didn't care. All I knew was that Toshiro was dead, and that his body was fading away fro my sight.

All I remember before darkness took over was reaching out to him and calling out his name.

TPOV

"Toshiro….Toshiro, get up. "A voice called out to me.

I groaned and my eyes opened slowly, the pain I had felt before disappeared. Strange. I slowly took in my surroundings. Everything was made of ice or water. The buildings looked like…they were…

"Toshiro, get up. You must get up."

I turn to my head to the left and my eyes come into contact with a tall man with long teal hair, a pale blue, scar-like cross across his face. He was wearing robes of shades of blue and purple.

I slowly push myself up, my arms quivering at the weight of my body. I stare at the man, not quite sure why I am here. Why, I have only come here twice, once when I had fist become a Shinigami, and the other….

Hyorinmaru….why am I here? I asked him, standing up to my feet.

His clear eyes followed mine, ice swirled around him. His stare was as cold as mine, but I am not sure how cold my stare is now. I am confused. I cannot figure out why I am here, in my Inner World. I have heard that Kurosaki currently went into his to try and tame his monster. But I have never had the need to enter my Inner World. So why now?

Hyorinmaru's cold stare changed, and it was soon a pained expression. He looked at me with sad eyes. Toshiro….you are dead. You died.

My eyes widened at his words. How was I dead? I was in my Inner World…I couldn't be dead. No, I had to protect Hinamori, I had to! She needed me, she….

"Then, why am I here if I'm dead?"

Because you have a chance to come back alive.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You can still live. You are at a stage where your body, physically, is dead, but your mind and your heart is still alive. That is how you are here, Toshiro. You can still save your body, since your mind is still breathing, per se. "

I took in his words carefully. My body was dead. But not my mind?

"How? How do I get my body to live again?"

First, he did not respond, but then he took a step towards me. I stayed where I was, watching him. He walked towards me until he was standing only a few feet from me. He looked at me, until his eyes moved to look over my shoulder. He raised a hand and pointed a slender finger over my head. I furrowed my brow and turned around, following his eyes and finger.

Standing on the other side of the building was a man, no taller than me. He was facing away from us, his back facing us, but he…he was wearing the same clothing as I. His hair was the same, except pure black. The sword on his back was a replica of the one on mine. His skin was white, and his robes were similar, just reversed. The white switched with the black.

You must fight him. Fight yourself.

When Hyorinmaru's words were finished, the man before me turned his head. I felt my head jerk back in surprise as my eyes widened in shock. I had known what Kurosaki's hollow had looked like. It was him, but his pure instincts – crazy, insane, wanting to kill. And as I stared at the man before me, I understood that this was mine. My monster.

A psychotic grin that almost reached his ears played across his features. His eyes were crazed. The whites were black, the irises were not like mine. They were not teal, but a bright yellow. Then he turned, fully facing me, the grin still plastered over his lips.

Well, well, well. If it isn't little Kingy! The man cackled, bringing his sword in front of him. I followed his actions.

"So all I have to do is fight you and then I can come back to life?" I asked him.

The grin on his face never faltered as he let out a maniacal laugh. That's all you fucking think there is, Kingy?

He let out another cackle as he disappeared, the reappeared in front of me. My eyes widened in shock and I jumped back.

You gotta kill me!