Hiya again everyone!

I'm so grateful for all of your fantastic reviews! It makes me so happy to read them!

Disclaimer: I do not, repeat, do NOT own Bleach! If I did there would be a lot of 'oh no! We're all stuck in the elevator for hours together! Whatever shall we do?!' episodes in place of the fillers XD

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Ichigo no longer had a goal. He had no real mission that he was following; determined to succeed.

It was more like he was now, for the first time in a long time, truly calm. He could finally be who he truly was, and see the world through his own eyes.

He had entered a different world once again.

But this time he had entered it for himself.

He had no one holding him back, no one helping him with false promises or deafening cries for help. No more weight to lift upon his sore shoulders.

But at the same time, he was not alone.

In fact, he felt now that he had more important people in his life than he ever had before.

Because now he could separate the true from the fake, and the emotionless from the cold.

He had Renji; his one true friend, who he knew would always care about him, and be there to watch his back if he needed it.

And he had his hollow.

Admittedly, it was a cold relationship that they shared. But a symbiotic one none the less.

And Ichigo knew the hollow wouldn't lie to him; he wouldn't beg favours of him, nor lure him into a false sense of security with honeyed words.

No; he would shout, and cuss, and make Ichigo hear him. He would jeer, and scream, and growl and fight until there was nothing left within him but pure solicitous anger.

It was now, when they were alone together, that Ichigo truly understood the truth.

Shirosaki was a part of him, born from the war between parts of his own soul.

But he was also human, he felt, and breathed! He fought and raged! He would never settle for any less than what he wanted.

Ichigo finally understood him.

His hollow was not a thing to be feared, nor angered. Instead, he was something Ichigo should have embraced from the start.

Not in an open and welcoming way, but in a way that understood the real truths of the universe.

After all, it is in ones most like ourselves that we find what we most want.

And within Shirosaki was the power.

The understanding.

The hatred.

I don't know if I can truly be your King…Shirosaki… The teen's voice was quite and steady, but unsure in its own certainty.

I have no more of myself left to offer you in exchange for your services…

He felt the beast within him laugh.

You have everything in the world to offer me King… Shirosaki grinned.

Simply feed the anger…

and there will be enough to satisfy me for all eternity.

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Okay, I think it's about time I tell you all that I've decided this story WILL contain adult material in the way of a lemon, but it will most likely not appear for a long time.

It will of course be of a male/male nature, if you do not like this, please abstain from reading this story! XD Thank you!

Hey look! It's the magic button again!!!!

Go on…you know you wanna press it….