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Chapter 3

Ichigo scratched his head as he sat in his room. Was all that stuff a dream? A coma induced hallucination? He wondered as he looked outside, the moon large and full. Ugh...am I really questioning this? "This all can't be happening to me..."

"But it is, so get over it." Ichigo nearly yelped when a voice spoke from the corner of his room. He turned to see Shiro there, a sword in his hand. "Yer comin' with me Kurosaki."

"Hell I am. I've got school tomorrow."

"Ya think the demons are gonna simply wait? Unless ya wanna force me ta Reap more innocent souls, I suggest ya take off yer fucking ladies underwear and follow me." He snapped, opening the window and gliding out effortlessly. "Now jump."

"Are you bat shit insane? ! That's a two story drop! I'll be lucky to break one leg!"

"Ya ain't entirely human anymore. So fucking jump." Ichigo glared hotly at the pale Angel and rolled his eyes. "Fine then." He was upon Ichigo before the teen could yell and he shoved Ichigo from the window. Ichigo landed with ease on his feet, but not before he tripped and landed on his butt.

"OUCH!" He snapped. "What the hell's wrong with you? !"

"Am I a hallucination now?" Shiro chuckled as Ichigo's face turned red. "Get up. I sense a Demon near and ya gotta kill it." Ichigo refused to budge. "What is it Kurosaki?"

"Why should I help you?" He asked. Shiro grumbled and ran a pale hand over his face. "Well?"

"...If ya don't help me...this human's soul shall fester and rot because of the Demon within. And when that occurs, I come to purge it...but it costs the human's soul its chance at rebirth and paradise. Get it human?" He said, glaring his unnatural eyes into Ichigo's. Ichigo blinked at the slight urgency shimmering in his golden eyes. "In my world, it is learn or die. Tonight you will learn." He grabbed Ichigo and forced the teen to follow. "Now run with me." Ichigo blinked and nodded, follwing the Angel.

"So, remind me again what I have to do?" Ichigo asked. They were standing in an old warehouse, not to far from where the target lived. Currently, Shirosaki was trying to teach Ichigo how to call upon his zanpakuto, or spirit sword.

"Focus yer mind into the shape of a blade. Imagine the feel of it in yer hands." Shiro repeated. He watched Ichigo close his eyes and hold a hand out. "A Reaper is a human with powers similar to mine, but the difference is that they can sucessfully remove a Demon before it completly takes root in a human's soul." He smiled when Ichigo's face relaxed, his mind in a blank state. "Good, now picture it, form it in yer mind." He backed away when he felt energy from the teen and watched it swirl and form into a black blade, similar to his. "Shape ain't to creative...but effective nonetheless." Ichigo opened his eyes and gazed at the sword in wonder. "Ever battled with a sword?"

"Ever noticed that people tend to use guns or missles nowadays?" Ichigo retorted. "No, I don't dumbass."

"No matter. You will learn soon enough." Ichigo grabbed his arm and Shiro turned to give him a bored look.

"I'm not going a step further until you explain to what the hell is going on." He said, trying a more calm approach. Shirosaki sighed and spread out his large, black feathered wings. Ichigo watched as they seemed to be formed from the shadows in the room, spanning almost six feet in length. "Holy shit..."

"If you survive this fight tonight, I will answer any of your questions, Kurosaki Ichigo, excluding a few." He smirked. "So I pray you live. It has been rather long since I've had a good conversation about fire, brimstone and Hell." Ichigo blinked as Shiro walked outside. Ichigo followed, gripping the blade tightly. "Now, as long as your blade is in hand, normal people will be unablew to hear, smell, see or feel your presence. So I need ya ta walk up behind that man over there, under the street light and run yer sword through his heart."

"Ex-excuse me?"

"It will not harm him and he will not feel it. If he does, then we are too late." Shiro explained carefully. "When you see the tip sticking out, pull back and the Demon will emerge. Then, we must kill it." Ichigo swallowed and nodded. "Well get to it then." Shiro smacked his rear end, making Ichigo squeak a bit and his face turn beat red in embarrasment. "Wha', it looked so tempting I had ta touch it."

"Pervert!" Ichigo snapped, but continued walking towards the man. The man was tall, looked to be mid thirties and was rolling a joint up, looking around anxiously. Most likely to see if cops aren't around... Ichigo thought. He waved his hands in front of his face, even the smoke curling from the joint, but not even the air trail left from his hand seemed to disturb the man, or even the smoke. It's like I'm not here at all...

"Hurry it up will ya? Ya were the one bitching about school in the morning." Ichigo glaret at the Fallen and shoved the sword tip into the man. The man's whole being seemed to ripple and as he removed it, there was a loud screeching sound. "Move back!" Shiro snapped as Ichigo stumbled backwards. A large creature seemed to emerge from the shimmering visage, the creature howling and lunging at Ichigo. Shiro blocked a huge sickle like claw from piercing the orange head's chest. "MOVE!" Ichigo scrambled out of the way as Shiro almost pushed the monster down.

"What the fuck is that? !" Ichigo shouted, his voice near cracking.

"A Demon of Sloth." He hissed. "Fuck he's a big one." He turned to Ichigo. "Tonight, yer the bait, so watch me ok? Lure it away from the man and I'll strike it from behind."

"B-bait? ! Wait-" the sloth Demon roared and charged as Shiro moved and Ichigo began running. "Sh-shit!" Ichigo turned to see the creature about to step on a little girl and her mother. He rushed and swung his sword, chopping its leg and making it fall just shy of the two. Shiro took the advantage and made a clean, quick slice across its face and watched the Demon disintegrate. Ichigo panted and sat on the sidewalk, joined quickly by Shiro. "Holy...fucking...shit..."

"Enough excitement fer a night?" Shiro chuckled when Ichigo nodded. "Sloth Demons are slow, but precise. Also very big. Ya may wanna take notes and study the Sins while yer at it."

"So there are seven types of Demons?"

"No, there's nine. But I ain't gonna go into them all tonight." He stood up. "Shall we walk back?"

"Sure..." Ichigo followed by him in silence for awhile before he asked his first question. "Why do you hate your name, Samael?"

"Reminds me of a past long since, and better off, forgotten." He replied curtly. "I've gone by many names. Samael, Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub. Seth, Hades, Pluto...just ta name a few."

"Always associated with death and sin hmm?"

"What can I say? I'm a fucking walking sex god." Ichigo chuckled at that. "Ya agree?"

"Your pleasing on the eyes, but sorry, not interested." Ichigo shrugged. He had thought about lying, but he just knew Shiro would see right through the lie. "So you've been around awhile."

"20,000 years ta be exact." Shiro stopped when they reached Ichigo's house. "Now, if I tell ya ta climb the tree and jump inside, will ya do it without me kicking yer cute ass?"

"After tonight, I know not to fear heights too much."

"The Reaper powers are passed through the soul, rarely by blood. The last one was Kaien Shiba. After ya saw his memories, his power transfered to your soul, and now you are the new Reaper." Shiro explained. "Your body is not like a human's anymore. Far more resilient and it takes more to damage it. But yer not invincible. Keep in mind that you're still mortal." Ichigo nodded and Shiro grabbed his arms.

"Wha-"

"Hang on." Shiro spread his wings and flew up, holding Ichigo to him and dumping him on his bed as he flew close enough to his window. Ichigo gasped and scowled, but it softened when he saw Shiro smile a bit. "Good night Kurosaki Ichigo. I will see ya tomorrow." Ichigo was about to climb down when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Ichigo." Ichigo turned, only to be met briefly by pale lips touching his. His eyes widened and he backed away, wiping his lips and glaring. "Had ta give ya a parting gift." He waved and flew away, leaving a flustered Ichigo behind.

"Ass..." He muttered, touching his lips, feeling them tingle. "Parting gift...yeah right..."

Gin watched the events of the night play out and smiled a bit. "I haven't seen ya like this in a long time my old friend." He sighed, gazing at the walls and dolls shelved there. "The last and only timed ya dared to have hope...it ended in agony for ya." He made the small light in the center of his table vanish and he leaned in his chair. "Welcome in."

"Ya were watching me." Shiro mumbled, waking in the room from the shadows.

"Of a fate such as this boy's I simply must."

"For once, can ya either speak plainly or leave me the fuck alone? I ain't yer personal TV and cable box."

"Ah, but yer show's the best in exsistence, and the longest, 20,000 years and running. The James Bond series has nothing on ya." Gin chuckled.

"Yeah, but one of the movie's titles' fits my entire life."

"Perhaps." The fox demon chuckled. "He does well."

"For now."

"Then why are ya here?"

"Tell me: have ya figured anything out yet?"

"Mmm, no. But when I do, I'll let ya know." shiro nodded and melted back into the shadows. Gin sighed and ruffled his silver hair, his ears twitching. "Oh my Samael...you know it's never that simple...Fate or the matters of the Heart..."

Chapter 3 end

whew that was good. Ok, now something serious.

If I can't get a job in 17 days, my Dad is kicking me out. I won't have anywhere to really go or a cell or a car or internet. So hopefully it won't come to that. But if it does, I will let you all know ok? So read, review and wish me luck...I really need it.