Why hello there? No, I am still alive hahaaaaa... Yanno uhhh, just read the final chapter so it's finally complete :'D I am so sorry, I hope you enjoy the final of "Chained Innocence".

The demons eyes went wide, he didn't just say that... „Ichi are ya insane?! I can't chop it off, it is yer pride, it belongs to ya. Ya wouldn't never be able to return home with only one wing!"

„But... but it is burnt, Shi... i-it is useless now and ugly, what is an angel who can't fly? It is all my own fault, f-for going with him, for not listening. For being so... naive."

Before he could continue spilling terrible things out of his mouth Shiro silenced him, then shaked his head. „Ichi, they are not ugly, and ya won't become useless because of tha'. What matters is ya and not yer wings. Shush now! I will try my best to heal it, this spell reverses the object to tha point in time where it was still functionable, so dun't cry, I will fix it, I promise!"

As he said that he gathered all his power in his palms and started to speak in a unknown language. His brows kitted together as Ichigo's wing slowly recovered the smooth and soft surface and didn't bring the young angel pain anymore, but for the colour... it refused to change back to white, it stayed perfectly coal black, no matter how hard Shiro concentrated...

After two more minutes of painful concentration he gave up and spoke with sad voice: „I am sorry Ichi... But this spell reverces to the time where the object still worked, and yer wing turned first black before being burnt to coal. I am sorry but it will stay black forever..."

But before he could apologize more the angel hugged him tighter and wispered „thank you" over and over again. „It doesn't matter if they are black or white... or both, wings are wings, thank you."

Long, long ago... demons and angels where the same beings, they had black wings or white, nobody cared. But then one day the beings with white wings started to think they are prettier with their oh so wonderful white wings, and not dirty like the black winged. While the white winged one where arrogant, the black winged demanded that they are stronger than the weaklings of white winged. And then beings without wings were born...

Disgusted by these beings they were thrown down the heaven to the cold dirt... It didn't take long till the all three beings started to hate on each other, but the hate didn't just end there. It didn't take long before a war was established...

The beings without wings where thrown down the heaven and soon a fight between black and white winged took place. It was terrible with a lot of blood and losses, familys ripped apart. And at one point the black winged started to lose since there were more white winged. So they where stripped from their ability to fly and thrown down so many years ago.

The wingless and the made wingles soon became the ground race and got children, most without the ability to fly, while in heaven only white wings were born.

That's when angels and demons came to life, with a hate for the other race and a unspoken promise to never cross paths in good will again...

But in this moment it didn't matter to Ichigo that he had a „demon wing", he was … happy. But then Shirosaki sighed and quietly spoke: „Ichi, go home. This is no place for ya to be. Demons are terrible beings, we are dirty, we are the „second" race, we can't fly, we ain't pure. Ya and me... We don't belong to each other, ya earnt something better than... me. So, do us a favour and go! Go and never look back, forget everything I did to ya, be free!"

Ichigo looked shocked, then sad and then... angry. He opened his mouth to protest when Shiro grabbed his hand and pulled him outside that he could fly home and said sadly: „And before ya wanna protest... I was the one who held ya here all those years ago. Ya never owed me an apology. When ya fell I caught ya with those roots, so... I am the bad one here, and mah intentions were dirty most of the time, so go! … Ya... YA NEVER OWED ME ANYTHING!"

And with that he grabbed Ichigo and threw him up and the angel's reflexes kicked in and he started to flap his wings. A shouted GO! From Shirosai and he couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to fly back but then Shirosaki growled angry and turned around and run. Faster then the angel could look. He was gone, he couldn't track him and he was too weak to follow him, so... he was forced to fly back up home.

If he had been able to follow Shiro he would have seen the demon crying and holding his chest. 'If I would have looked at him a few seconds longer... I would never let him go, I am sorry Ichi! So sorry!"

When Ichigo reached heaven he panted harsh. He was exhausted the adrenalin finally ebbing away... He looked terrible and he felt terrible... With slow and heavy steps he was walking home and everyone that crossed him on his way looked terrified at him. Who wouldn't? He had a miscoloured wing, blood splattered everywhere and ripped cloths. He looked horrible to put it lightly.

He was almost home when he could hear a voice around the corner he would always regognize: His father and Kisuke Urahara, a close friend of his father and a scientist.

„Kisuke... what shall I do, he is gone! I can't find him since days! Since he left home after his birthday to go on a walk he never came back! What shall I do?! I searched everywhere! When something happend to him... I just want to protect him..."

„Don't worry my friend, we will find him, I am sure..."

That's when Ichigo walked around the corner, his steps making both adults turn around. Their eyes widen in shock.

„Ichigo...?"

The orange head looked up sadly, his face full of red. And with a sad and heartbreaking smile he said: „I am home."

Isshin's face lost all his colour as he screamed and run to his son and shock him lighty while almost screaming „What happend to you?!" over and over again. As his son only shock his head in the negative as if it would be nothing the father hugged his son very close and cried tears of relive.

„You are back my son... What happend, please tell me! Who did this to you and what happend to your wing? Why... why is it black?"

Kisuke was about to touch and find it out but as soon as he tried the smaller angel flinched and steped an elegant step back and scratched his backhead.

„N-Nothing, it is alright, ok? It was my own fault and it is okay and it still works. T-there is no cure but it just a colour after all, right? I... I go shower now."

Full of fatherly protection instinct Isshin started in a calm voice: „Ichigo, I want to knwo what happend to you? You were gone for so long, I was really afraid something terrible had happend, that you could be dead... And now... LOOK at you! You look like a demon, what happend to you, answer me this instant! I am your father, you never behaved like this! Where were you?!"

The young teenager started to shake from the inside, yes... he never refused to answer his father and always was a good child, but now! He clenched his fist, no! He didn't want to talk about Shirosaki, never! It was his secret of his... first love. Yes love, he fell in love, even after the demon told him that he was the one who captured him, but it didn't matter to the angel.

He saw the white haired demons bright and good side, he never was violent he cared for him and after all... was a wonderful person, that's why!

Taking a deep breath he made up his mind and spoke as calm as he could: „That's none of your buisness." And with those words he slowly walked inside the house to take a shower, all this blood was disgusting. And he felt terrible dirty.

As he rubbed over his body with the shampoo he started to cry in the shower, he felt as if his heart would break every second and he felt like the worst person to every exist. He was rude to his father broke his rules and made Shirosaki's life so terrible, in his opinion.

As he changed into fresh cloths he took the old ones, that belonged to Ginjo and looked angrily at them and did the only thing that would give some kind of peace to his soul. He went to the fire place and lighted it on fire, but didn't notice the terrified face of is father as he saw him throwing the cloths in the fire and yelling:"BURN YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

The only thing he could do was watching delighted as they slowly burned away and with them the horrible memories of Ginjo... A terrible demon.

After seeing this display of anger Isshin was... confused? Angry...? Afraid of his own son? He couldn't tell but this former shell of a person wasn't is son, his son never behaved like that, he didn't know what to do.

His son never was a trouble maker and so he didn't know... so he simply grounded him. He locked all doors and forbit him to leave the house before he would tell him what had happend. He couldn't help himself, he was scarred and feared for his only son, that he could lose his only child he and Masaki had before she passed away.

Many days had passed and Ichigo refused to talk, he simply stayed in his room and only came out of it to get something to eat or drink or use the bathroom.

Isshin was franticly sitting infront of a framed picture of Masaki, and wispered sadly: „Oh Masaki, what did I do wrong? Why won't he talk, what happend to our sweet little boy..."

More days went by and a storm was out side, there was loud thunder and the rain was harsh and horrible. The storm was angrily knocking on the windows as if it begged to be let inside only to destroy all things in the house.

Ichigo sat next to the window and looked outside, watching the storm and all the rain and thunder that came with it. Since days he refused to talk to his father and felt bad for it, but he wanted to keep his secret. It was important to him. But no matter how many days went by his chest never stopped to hurt, his heart: hurt... his soul hurt. He maybe was back up in heaven but he left his heart down on the ground with Shirosaki, he no longer couldn't even cry about it.

As he saw the rain drops slowly moving down his window glass he kind of wanted to laugh in a twisted way. 'The sky is crying the tears for me I can't shead anymore.' That's when his heart started to arch more again, and that was when he couldnt bear it anymore! Without thinking anymore he grabbed the wooden chair in his room and smashed it against the window and saw with a calm expresion as the glass shattered in thousand of pieces and marking his way to his ultimative freedom!

Without thinking much more about consequences he simply jumped out of the window in the ice cold rain, a feeling of freedom and relive gripping his oh so heavy haert.

Talking a deep break he started to run – run to a place he knew exactly where to jump from to reach his goal...

Diving in the dark rainy clouds he avoided many thunder shocks raining down on him, and even as the rain drops started to gain weight in his fathery wings he simply didn't care! No matter how heavy his wings got he continued to fall in amazing speed, soaked to the bone. But he couldn't care less! And with a loud noice he landed on the wet ground.

When he started to run in the soft mud his steps made squiching noices and he knew he was loud but in the thunderstorm he simply continued to run! He would run and never stop till he reached him! He would never ever leave again!

Panting and completly soaked he sneezed as he knocked on the front door. Desperate hoping for Shiro to open up. It only took a few seconds before a angry white demon opened the door, ready to murder the visitor but quickly halted in his tracks when he saw WHO stood infront of his door.

„Ichi...?" Without much of an explanation the angel threw himself on the demon and cried happily „Shiro!" over and over again and refused to let go of the hug. He missed him so much. Shiro was at a loss, what could have possibly made his little one come back? The angel had no business here anymore, this wasn't the right place for him.

The demon looked up at the sky, the cold rain was falling on his chalk white face, and maybe... just maybe he shed some tears with the rain, but no one but himself would ever know if that ever happend.

After a minute that seemed to last forever the white haired one pulled the soaked figure in the house and closed the door. Despite Ichigo shivering like mad he wasn't feeling uncomfortable, he was happy. So happy. Finally, finally he had the person back he needed the most. He never wanted to let go again, but he know... deep down he feared it:

What if Shirosaki didn't wanted him back? He was just some garbage now with his weird wings, he had run away. He left him. Now his tears turned bitter and sad, what should he do, he never wanted to leave ever again. He rather get eaten.

The demon felt the smaler male being distressed suddenly and lifted up his face. He wiped the tears away. „Ichi... Ichi, what's wrong with yer? Don't cry, wha' happen'? Do yer need someone to die? I will destory 'hem if yer need me tah."

With a sad smile the angel replied: „N-no Shiro, b-but... but... Do you even want me back? Please Shi... PLEASE, you can cut of my wings if you want to! I won't run away ever again, just please let me stay!"

With wide eyes the demon looked down at his little one. „What are yer sayin'? I would neva cut off yer wings! What's wrong with yer?! Did someone do sumthing to yer?! Ichi, please tell me what's wrong. We both know ya don't like it 'ere so what happend that yer wanna stay? Ya can-"

Taking a deep breath the orange head decided now he would do it. There was nothing to lose anyways right?

„Because I l-l … lo-... BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SHI!"

„Wha-?"

The Demon was at a loss, never ever had someone said those words to him. And now he had the purest and most adorable creature infront of him telling him something he swore to his own grave he would never hear.

Why isn't he saying anything? He... he doesn't love me back, hm? I... I knew it, how could a demon love some flithy angel...

Chucking quietly to himself the angle stepped out of the embrance and wiped his tears away. „Hehe... sorry, I guess I better go now, if you want to you can kill me for doing this all for you tho. As compensation you know?"

That statement alone got the demon out of his trance. He nearly slapped the angel in anger. But then he chuckled his dark and and high pitched laugh. „As if... I was jus' shocked yanno. As dirty and flithy demon yer don't get a love confession everyday. Heh. But dun worry, I love yer too idiot."

In that moment both heart and soul of the two melted and reformed. As one? Maybe, all one could see were both hugging each other, not letting go. They both shared one powerful kiss that everyone would be envy of. In that moment both came to the understanding that it wouldn't matter.

The moment both lips met – cherry red and ghostly white – they changed. The angel's wing started to turn brilliant white once again but Ichigo suddenly spoke with a calmness that spoke of an age he didn't posses. „No. Stay black, after all this wing belongs to the person I love."

And with that the wing was black once again. Moved my the gesture they both fell in deep silence. It was a promise to never leave the other, never ever letting go.

They had each other, and that would never change. Demon, angel or whatever, that didn't mater. They were Ichigo Kurosaki and Hichigo Ogichi Shirosaki. And nobody else.

You might imagine the shock on Isshin's face once he saw what his son did with his window. And you might chuckle as you think of how he reacted to his son coming home hand in hand with a pale demon.

But since when did this crazy goatface's opinion matter, right?

After all: Love knows no boundaries and thus there were chains no more.

The End

And woop di do! It's complete. I know not the best and all, but hey, first try and stuff. Thanks to everyone who decided to stick to this to the bitter end ^.^