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Chapter 7

Darkness's point of view

I felt movement on the bed. Ichigo must've woken up. I heard him yawn and sigh, rubbing his eyes and stretching. There was a long creak as he stood up.

" Ichigo..." I tried to grab him with my face still buried in the pillows.

" Who are you?!" I heard him shout.

" Your brother. What, amnesia got you?"

With Sin's help with the spells and enchantments, I got to stay with Ichigo for his last day. It must've been tiring for Sin, keeping hold of the spells.

Nonetheless, mortal beds are glorifyingly comfortable.

" I guess. I feel dizzy."

That's cause you warped back to the mortal world, you idiot. Your body can't handle it. Its a good thing you can't remember anything.

Idiot.

He looked at me with with confused eyes as I glare at him, secretly ranting.

What an idiot.

" Kurosaki Shiro, your twin. Honestly, you're like this everyday. Might as well just get a tattoo saying ' He's your twin called Kurosaki Shiro'."

I'm sorry, Void... This all is but a lie.

We got dressed and done and ready for breakfast. I was beyond relieved he didn't notice I was wearing his other pair of school attire.

I forgot to ask Caine to prepare one for me.

Thank Hell I only have to deal with Ichigo.

The rest are spells. Imprint their little minds and manipulate them until their memories are accustomed to the changes.

Story short, all the people Ichigo comes in contact with remembers me, because I am a part of their memory.

But I'm not there, really.

I did not exist in their eyes until yesterday.

" Good morning Ichi-nii, Shiro-nii!" Yuzu called out from the kitchen as we entered the dining room. " Hey, what do you guys want for dinner tonight?" She came out to sit with us.

" Curry." Karin replied.

" I don't know." Ichigo stopped eating for a moment.

I looked at Yuzu. " Anything."

" Then we'll go with curry. Dad! Is that okay?" She shouted towards Ichigo's dad, drinking coffee while doing some sort of weird gymnastic position.

I looked away, not bothered.

" Yes, yes! We will feast on curry tonight!"

Wait until he finds out what happens tonight.

" Ah yes, children! It will be time to leave for school in 5 minutes! So eat up and scoot out as the Kurosaki Clinic prepares for business!"

There are times when I question Ichigo's sanity... like times such as these.

No one, I dare say, NO ONE has a father that acts like a mere nine year old.

No one but Ichigo.

We left 3 minutes earlier than assumed by Ichigo's dad. Yuzu and Karin took the bus. Ichigo and I walked.

I have gone through Ichigo's school timetable.

Maths, Biology, History, Gym class, Modern Japanese...

I have to endure the pain of studying in a mortal school. This is gonna kill me.

And each subject is one and a half hours long.

We reached the entrance of the school. " Yo, Ichigo, Shiro." There came Tatsuki, followed by Orihime.

Sure, I've seen pictures of Orihime but no man can deny the undeniable. I meant her chest.

" Good morning, Kurosaki-kun and Kuroshiro-kun!"

I have a nickname...?

" Yo, Inoue."

" Mornin'"

" That's right! Here, Kurosaki-kun and Kuroshiro-kun, I got these tickets as a reward from yesterday's job bonus. Tatsuki-San, Chad-kun, Ishida-kun and I are going too!" She handed us tickets to a circus.

" Circus?" Ichigo took it, looking at her.

" Yeah! I heard there will be be rare performances and precious animals performing too! They say the ringmaster of the circus is actually a wealthy multimillionaire!"

" That's enough, Orihime. You're getting a little over the top. Bye for now, Ichigo, Shiro." Tatsuki waved and walked Orihime away.

That's right... These tickets...

" I guess we're going."

" Yeah. I mean, it'll be fun, right?"

" What about Yuzu's dinner? And also, its right after school. You don't by all means want to-"

I would've slapped him for interrupting me.

" We'll manage it. After all, I've never been to a circus before. I want to see this, even if it'll cost me my life!"

Ichigo looked at me, eyes sparkling with excitement.

No... Don't say this. You'll regret everything, Ichigo... Just shut up.

No matter what I do, reality is still reality. He has to die.

And all I can do is just stand there and watch.

I mouthed out the word 'Shut up'.

Idiot.

" Kurosaki, you two."

" Ishida? What's wrong?" Ichigo turned to look at Uryu as I try my best to demolish my scowling face.

" I'll start off with why are you two standing here watching pedestrians pass by? And second, I noticed that you two, specifically Ichigo, have to either cut or gel down your hair. And three, class is about to start. And four, Shiro, I will happily warn you to not sleep during history class. And five, I will repeat this again. Class will start in 5, 4, 3-"

" Bye Ishida!" Ichigo dragged me and ran for class.

For a while now... The questions I wanted to ask you might weigh exactly as my hatred for Father, Ichigo...

Are you an athlete?

What's your favourite food?

I don't understand...

If I wasn't here, would you have gone to school like this too?

Who do you like more, me or Orihime?

What club are you in?

Are you a teacher's pet?

What would happen if you had declined the offer?

Would you want me to pack your stuff and send it back to the underworld?

But you don't know this... You don't know how much I wanted to knock some sense in you.

To tell you that you should just give the tickets back to Orihime.

To tell you to run for it, run away with me, away from your death.

To protect you if I could, without turning into a monster.

I hate you, you idiot.

The burden to let nothing hurt you is draining.

What will happen if you knew all of this?

" Shiro!"

" What?"

" You're spacing out."

Oh that's right, we can't talk through our minds. Because if we could I would have mentally slapped you until you die.

I'm. Not. Spacing. Out.

I'm. Worried.

You. Nuthead.

" Am not."

" You are. You've been spacing out this whole morning. Are you okay?"

" I'm fine."

If fine meant by slapping and hitting some sense into you, then yes. I'm fine.

It was nice to know the teacher couldn't see me. That was the one thing I asked of Sin that wasn't related to anything with Ichigo. Its bad enough to go to mortal school, I don't wanna answer mortal questions.

I waited for time to pass by...

Sitting here...

Staring at him, the window, or the board.

I've never been to a school before. You can say that my only education came from Father, Death and the books that Ichigo labeled boring.

In the underworld, all I did was hang out with Father.

Mess with Sin.

Get into fights with Death.

Playing with Wrath.

Or just running out of the gates to the world outside, the place where the sinned live.

I would even venture in the forest and set fire to animals.

There's nothing to do.

I would never have thought that here on Earth, in school, it would be the same.

I have no interests.

I live for the balance between worlds,

And to reign over the night.

And yet it was amusing... watching Ichigo go through school.

His hardworking side.

His friendly side.

His hilarious side.

His clumsy side.

His independent side.

His carefree side.

These were the sides I wouldn't have seen in the underworld even if I had lived from the start of evolution to the end of time.

I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have known Ichigo if I was never put into this perspective.

Is this what it means to be human?

Is this the meaning of humanity?

Perhaps...

Or what is meant to be Human much more than what meets my eyes?

These eyes that I have can only see black and white...

But I can see Ichigo in full color.

" Shiro, stop staring at me."

" What about it that bothers you? I like looking at hardworking people."

" Something tells me you're a sadist."

" You're a masochist."

" You're a-"

" Sshhhhhhhhhhhh..." Someone hissed at us.

I went back to daydreaming.

Ichigo... it felt like I heard the name before, a long time ago, when I was a baby.

Someone mentioned it.

It was a woman, the one in my diary.

Ichigo's power...

Angelic, glistening...

Dark, demonic...

He's not supposed to stay here,

And if he does, then no one else can.

It was weird. His power is strongest when it is raining, when it is dark.

I won't tell him yet.

His power is his weakness.

I know he fears himself. He knows he could be another him.

He knows about Darkness.

He knows about me.

" Kuroshiro-kun~"

I snapped back. In front of me were Orihime's jugs.

Get it away from my face.

I like her for her hair.

Because it's orange, just like Ichigo.

" What?"

" Kurosaki-kun asked me to ask you what's wrong. What's wrong, Kuroshiro-kun?"

I took a deep breath. " Nothing."

" Are you sure?" I knew she would butt in.

" Nothing. Where's Ichigo?"

" Ah~ Kurosaki-kun went to buy drinks for us. Its lunch break, you see."

I laid back on my chair.

All I want to do now is to disappear from reality.

Its tiring.

" Shiro."

" What?"

" Here. And after this, go wash your face. You look really tired." Ichigo handed me a carton of some sort, containing pink liquid.

" What is this?"

" Strawberry milk."

Who is this abomination that created such a monstrous beverage?

" I'm not drinking it."

" Are you serious? That's the most expensive thing out there!" Ichigo slammed the carton at my face.

" No."

" I want wine."

" Drink it. I'll tell you this tastes a hundred times better than wine since you're underaged for alcoholic beverages!"

" You can go on convincing me."

" Shiro."

" I'll drink it if you feed me."

" What? Shiro, are you insane?"

" No. You do this everytime when I say I don't want to eat something. When I was small, all the time."

Ah, the advantages.

" Inoue, is the rooftop clear of students?"

" I guess it is, Kurosaki-kun. No one but you and Ishida-kun and Chad-kun and Kuroshiro-kun hang out there."

" Inoue, praise that a little more appropriately please."

" You're troublesome." Ichigo looked at me.

I gave a wicked smile. Ichigo really is the only thing amusing to me.

We reached the rooftop, which was empty.

" Here." He poked the carton with a straw and handed it to me.

" Not gonna drink it like this."

" It must've been a long time since because I don't remember how I fed you."

" You let me lay on your lap."

" Then just do it."

I chugged down the beverage without second thoughts, not even tasting it.

" That was quick."

" It was disgusting."

" Well it was expensive and you should appreciate it." He looked away, blushing.

Oh come on, Ichigo. I wouldn't like anything that I've never tried.

The same goes to everyone.

I looked forward for the ringing bells that indicated the end of school. Ichigo had phoned his dad saying he and I can't make it back. I was constantly reminded that the time of his death nears every moment.

Deep down inside me, I wish that Ichigo would just die a natural death.

" Shiro!"

Ichigo pulled me along to meet with Orihime and the rest. I was the only one that wasn't looking forward to it.

I don't know what a circus is.

And some things are better off not knowing.

" Hey, Ichigo. Aren't you going to change?" Chad, the Mexican man said.

" Don't worry about it! It doesn't matter, anyway."

Ah yes, who wouldn't want to die in their uniforms?

" Same here."

" LET US GO TO THE CIRCUS!" Orihime shouted.

As the group marched on, I counted down the time left.

6 hours 43 seconds.

" Shiro, you don't look quite happy."

" I'm afraid of clowns."

How many lies have I gotten through today? Lying like this, I feel like I'm in complete denial. " That's right. Kuroshiro-kun, are you feeling sick?"

" Yea, what's wrong, Shiro?"

" Kurosaki Shiro, if you are feeling unwell, just say it. There is no point to endure the ailment."

" Shiro, don't push yourself."

" Shiro...?"

Enough. I've had enough. I'm not fine. I never said I was, I never said I wasn't. All of you humans are annoying. Shut up. Just shut up.

My knuckles turned snow white.

" I'm okay. Nothing's wrong. I'm just worried."

" About what?" Ichigo looked at me.

" None of your concern."

I hurried my pace.

" Shiro! Stop it. You're making me worry about you." Ichigo grabbed hold of my hand, stopping me from running.

I yanked it away.

That's right, isn't it? I do not need to care about Humans at all. They live to die, their life is meaningless. They are toys that Hell, Death, Sin, Wrath, and Darkness can play with.

One second, they're okay. I tear their books and they die.

They live for nothing.

" Shiro!"

" What do you want?"

" Don't leave."

" Why can't I?"

" Just stay. I don't know why either. Just stay, I'll be there with you, okay? I'll hold your hand if you see clowns, just like when we were young, right? That happened before."

It never happened, Ichigo. You're just saying that so I can be next to you. You're just like the others.

Like a wolf draped with sheep's skin. You are nothing but a lie.

" Liar."

I slapped his hand away, preparing to run. Why am I so stupid? Why do I even care if Ichigo is alone on his last day? He ends up dead, anyway. Nothing changes. Whether I am there or not, it doesn't matter.

" I'm... not lying."

Liar. Liar. Liar. Nothing but lies escape his mouth. Trust is yet nothing but an illusion. " Ichigo..."

" Please..."

" Let go."

" Let go!"

" Kurosaki Ichigo, Let go of me!"

" Shiro... Stop being immature. I don't want to see you like this. Listen to me now."

For some reason... water escapes the rims of my eyes...

What is this that is flowing down my cheeks?

I do not understand this.

For what reason is this salt water being formed?

This sensation is new.

I feel embarrassed, ashamed. I feel weak.

" I demand you to let go of me. Even if you die, nothing matters."

And that, pain strikes the left side of my cheek. " Stop being inconsiderate." Ichigo met my eyes, glaring at me.

Kill.

I want to kill him.

No one attacks me.

" We're going." He dragged me with him.

In front the circus, there is a fair, yet nothing catches my eyes. Nothing amazes me in the fair. On the other side, I see the two orange hair idiots running around fascinated by almost everything.

" Kurosaki Shiro, if I'm not mistaken... You as well have never been to a circus, yes?"

" Don't talk to me."

" By my pride as the student council president, you will receive punishment for verbally assaulting me."

" Cry me a river and see if I care."

I walked towards Ichigo, that was currently paying for chocolate dipped strawberries. " Hey, Shiro. Have you tried this before?"

" No. I've had enough sweets for the day."

" There." He shoved one into my mouth.

I will not chew this abomination. I will only suck the chocolate out of it. I shoved the strawberry to the side of my mouth.

Behind a tent stood a shadowy silhouette.

" So let me get this straight. After this show, we get to go eat supper, because we'll skip dinner due to that stupid performance? And the restaurant we're going to is right around the corner?"

" Yeah."

I feel like a psychic. What happens next will kill me. I exhaled shakily.

Protecting Ichigo... seems to be my main mission now.

" Shiro!" Ichigo smiled at me, ushering me to sit down in the tent.

How are we here?

The show starts.

" Hello boys and girls, masters and mademoiselles, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the show! I am your ringmaster, Ai!" A man came prancing onto the stage. Ai...

Ai...

" It's wonderful to see everyone here! Now let the fun begin!" The tent went dark, and the spotlight was directed at some tightrope walkers.

There is no doubt that Ai was looking at Ichigo all the time. I'm certain.

I paid no attention to the circus at all. My mind kept spinning. This idiot beside me is having the time if his life, while I am here slowly going nuts thinking about what will happen next.

" Shiro, look!" Ichigo pointed at a lion jumping through flaming hurdles. Everyone applauded.

Jugglers juggling flaming torches.

Daredevils sticking their head in tiger mouths.

Elephants balancing on giant balls.

People who move around like the 206 bones in them are nothing but a mush.

Ventriloquists and their dolls.

Puppeteers.

Clowns.

There was even a dolphin jumping through small rings to get a sardine.

Then there was people dancing among red ribbons.

Blindfolded knife throwing.

" Everyone, don't twist your knickers! This is our top performer, GinRin!"

" Aye, everyeveryone~ don't look so sad~~ see?" He threw a knife straight to the person's heart.

" PERFECT SHOT!" He shouted, followed by applauses.

Stupid humans.

That person is dead.

" Alright, everyone! Our fun ends here, sadly. But don't worry, be sure to come here next year, okay?"

People cheered.

We exited the tent.

I should have brought ear plugs...

" Shiro Shiro Shiro wasn't that awesome? Suddenly she just fell like nothing happened and then boom she flew up again and-"

" Oh and there was this millisecond where the tiger was about to close his mouth and he pulled his head out, wasn't that cool? And the ringmaster actually looked very grand and intimidating when he said-"

" Shiro, did you enjoy it? There was this time where the dolphin looked like it got stuck but it wasn't and the elephants were so good at balancing and-"

Here, I was wondering the many ways of shutting him up.

I could drag him into a corner and beat him.

I could raise him by the collar and try suffocating him.

I could say shut up.

I could run away.

I could kiss Orihime out of the blue for a momentary silence.

I could kiss him out of the blue and beg for everyone to give me a moment as I try to stop his airway.

I could stop walking and prance on him to scare him.

I could go to a nearby stall and buy something to shove into his mouth.

I could utter something insane like " I want to kill everyone".

I could pinch his ear.

I could bite him.

I could slap him.

I could kick dirt up his face.

I could headbutt him.

I could grab a metal rod and whack him with it.

I could go to a nearby stall and splash something to his face.

Hell, I can do anything.

" Kuroshiro-kun, what would you like?" Orihime waved her hand at me as we sat in the restaurant.

I checked my watch.

3 hours 29 seconds.

" Anything Ichigo eats..."

I felt my heart race. Time is not our friend now.

" I will not drink alcoholic beverages." I heard Ishida announce.

" Orihime! Don't listen to that idiot! I want all the beers they have. I'll pay for everything."

I'll drink my frustrations away. This is the humane way of neglecting everything.

I rested my head on Ichigo's shoulder.

Today is a disaster.

"Hey...Shiro?"

"Hmph?" I closed my eyes.

"I feel really weird today... It feels like someone is watching me..."

"And who is that?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure it's a bad guy."

Great, just great.

More for me to worry.

"Don't drink." Best advice I could ever think of.

I'm not sure if Ichigo dies drunk, but it's better to take precautions.

"Whatever." Ichigo replied. No one is drinking but me anyway.

When the food came, I was wondering who could pay it. We have this rhino-boobage goddess that I'm sure eats a lot, a cold perfectionist, a Mexican man that should not be here in the first place, a man-woman woman, and Ichigo.

I popped the cap open, and began to drink. It doesn't taste like anything. I drank it anyway.

"Shiro, stop drinking already."

5 minutes into the feast for peasants, Ichigo shook me. "Why?" I look back, a glare. I'm not drunk, so why can't I? I can drink all I want, I'm not a puppet.

He pointed towards my finished bottles and counted. "27"

"And with that bottle you're holding now, 28"

"And your point is?"

He yanked the bottle from my hand.

"STOP IT."

"Why?"

"It's been 5 minutes. Do you know how addicted you are?"

I felt my cheeks burning.

That's right, just 5 minutes.

I'm so desperate to get rid of Ichigo from the depths of my mind.

But what's wrong with it?

Humans do this too, right?

Drinking isn't making me drunk even a bit.

I still can't forget.

"Kiss me."

This is the only way I can forget.

This is the only, stupid, childish, desperate, ultimately depressing way I can forget everything.

I leaned back on my chair.

Why am I so frustrated?

Why do I care so much?

There was a peck towards my right cheek.

I opened my eyes, towards Ichigo.

His face was red, his eyes were drowsy.

I looked at him, and the empty beer bottle beside him. He drank the remaining half of the beer.

And he's already drunk.

"Kuroshiro-kun, I know that Kurosaki-kun and you had some connection towards each other, and I'm happy to see it." The rest of them nodded at Orihime's statement.

"Shiro..." Ichigo landed on me, crying.

"Why am I crying?" He rubbed his face on my shirt.

Sin... can't hold it anymore.

Ichigo is starting to remember me.

At least, mentally. The other side of him, the side that was with me, is starting to remember the two days in the underworld.

He remembers.

Void remembers.

Or perhaps, it wasn't Sin's fault?

Perhaps Void pushed through the boundaries himself.

I pat Ichigo's head.

They decided it was time to leave, and I lied that I had to go to the convenience store.

No, I'm trying to hide myself from getting caught.

Its about time.

49 minutes 12 seconds.

Ichigo was meters away from me, wobbly walking back home. I catched up on him, hiding when needed.

"Hello there kind gentleman!" Ringmaster Ai jumped out of nowhere, grabbing Ichigo's arm. "We're doing this great stunt performance and we needed some volunteers, would you mind coming with us?" Without waiting for his answer, Ai pulled Ichigo into a truck.

Ichigo wasn't even hesitating... Too drunk to care.

I ran after the truck and grabbed on one of the door knobs.

There isn't anything I can do now.

I could only stare at Ichigo as he dies. He will die looking at me.

I bit my lip. Keep calm, everything's going as the book says it would, right?

There's nothing to worry about, I've seen so many tortures before.

This isn't new.

I could hear Ichigo inside, mumbling and grumbling as the truck drove on with lightning speed.

I rested my head on the metal door, the barricade between me and Ichigo.

He's in there, helpless.

"Let go! Nobody touches me!" He screamed from the inside of the metal container.

The truck had stopped by then.

I jumped out, hiding behind a wall of an abandoned house.

This is a classic... Death in an abandoned house...

"LET GO! SHIRO! SHIRO WHERE ARE YOU? HELP ME! SHIRO!"

My eyes widened. Shiro? Who is this? Is Ichigo calling me as his brother, or as Darkness?

I poked my head out, looking at Ichigo being dragged mercilessly into the house as he screamed for my help. I bit my lip, silencing his voices. I caught up with them, making sure I kept my distance. Ironically, the room Ichigo was to be killed in had a window terribly nailed with boards, allowing me to peek at the procedure without being noticed.

"Now, now... What is your name? Kurosaki Ichigo, am I right? You'll help a lot of people today..."

"What are you doing? Let go! Mphh!-" Ichigo's mouth was sealed with duct tape. I could tell his eyes were watering. Afraid, Fear...

I looked away, my knuckles turning white. Its okay, breathe in, breathe out... breathe in, breathe out.

" Kurosaki Ichigo, did you know that some of your organs are really special? Like your heart, it can repair itself and reflect any damage, your heart can let someone live forever until natural death. How about your brain? Your brain is basically on another level we don't even understand. You're an alien, and what makes it wrong if I dissected an alien? It would just be for scientific purposes, just like Einstein's brain. People will study you, and I can earn money from it for having made the first step of human evolution."

Sosuke Aizen, leader of Black Market Organ Selling Organization, but is mostly known as Ringmaster Ai, the Ringmaster and founder of The Great Evolutionary Circus, the best circus in the world.

Two-faced idiot damned from birth to be in eternal hell.

"Don't you understand, Kurosaki Ichigo? You can help all of us humans become a being closer to god. We can become immortal, invincible. With the help of you, an alien, we can rule the galaxy and the universes beyond. Won't you help me, Kurosaki Ichigo? Do it for your family, your little sisters to become a being worthy of heaven's hand. Don't worry, you'll get something in return."

By now, Ichigo was binded to a metal table with chains. One of the people accompanying Aizen injected a bright purple liquid into Ichigo's forehead that shone in inky blackness.

Ichigo muffled in pain, crying.

I could clearly tell that man's face.

Kaname Tousen, a blind man that can use echolocation, the lion tamer.

"You can rest in peace, that's what I can give you." A sly grin appeared on the face of Aizen the two-faced.

Ichigo was struggling, muffling, crying, trying to scream and break away from Aizen. I wanted to do something, but the world knows I can't, for reasons unknown.

I knelt down on the grassy pavement, my fingers in the mess of my hair, pulling at it. Ichigo... stop screaming... you're freaking me out... just stop you idiot... don't you understand?... don't break my sanity along with yours...

"Now, now... Where will we go first? Do you want your brain... or your heart?"

I know what the drug that was injected into Ichigo.

Fibromyalgia.

The drug that amplifies pain.

Zolpidem.

Drug that forces consciousness occasionally, but is mostly a sleep aid.

Tonight, this drug is definitely keeping Ichigo conscious.

They tore the tape off him, which seemed illogical since Aizen wanted Ichigo to shut up. I guess they just wanted Ichigo's mouth to burn.

"Get away from me! Let me go!" Although a little red in the face due to the wonderful feeling of being drunk, Ichigo was trying to catch attention.

Idiot doesn't know that this abandoned house is surrounded by forests.

"Let go!"

Aizen decided to do the job himself. He was wearing his gloves with a Snap!, before landing his hand on Ichigo's face.

"Listen now, you are mine. So sit quietly, okay? It'll be over in a minute..." He picked a scalpel gracefully, ran it over Ichigo's shirt.

I swear, it wasn't just the shirt he was running his scalpel through.

An inch of cold metal ran down Ichigo's torso.

I can see Ichigo's mouth opening and the vocal cords in his neck emerging.

I can't hear him though, I prefer to block it away.

Aizen tore the shirt away and cleaned the wound with rubbing alcohol.

It would burn.

It will burn.

It burns.

Like the fires in Hell.

My heart began to slow down as I watched. It felt frozen, just like the rest of my body. I couldn't even feel my feet as I stand there.

Forceps, prying Ichigo's flesh open.

Aizen was fumbling about the rest of Ichigo's insides.

"There, this kidney seems extraterrestrial... perhaps we should take this one too? Look at this liver! It looks beneficially evolutionary! How about this? Your lungs are capable of filtering carbon dioxide into oxygen, wouldn't that be splendid?" He took his time, examining Ichigo's organs. Blood was flowing everywhere.

Ichigo looked on, shocked and looking beyond mortified, a little pale, a foot near the term: dead.

"Cut the chase, why don't we just take your heart and your brain first? After all, we need them alive and working." Aizen took another scalpel, but instead of cutting the heart out, he pushed the scalpel deep into Ichigo's lungs. Ichigo coughed out a modern art of blood on the walls.

"How about that? Does it hurt? Perhaps your tissues can regenerate? You're an alien, after all."

Ichigo looked on with hate, but he didn't even move a muscle.

"The next one will go... here!" Acting a little more childish, Aizen went through and sliced Ichigo's intestines into halves. Ichigo looked dead, but I know he isn't, the looks in his eyes are unbearably painful, but I know he's still there.

His face was anorexic-looking, his skin was slowly going white, there were bags under his eyes, his mouth was white.

"Can you take the pain, alien? Can you handle all of this? Come on, respawn. Regenerate before my eyes. After I'm done with you, I'll be sickly rich."

Ichigo hadn't scream. He was done with the pain, I guess. Hurt so much he turned numb.

I looked at my watch.

21 minutes.

I turned back to Ichigo.

Aizen had left him alone, bothering with other things. Perhaps the trade? Fresh delivery of a brain and a heart, limited stock and STD free, no additional charges, for scientific purpose. Aizen left him alone to bleed to death, no doubt. See if Ichigo can really regenerate and become immortal, somehow.

Ichigo was tilted to a 45 degree, letting all his blood and intestines bleed and tear out. His head hung low, and anyone would've known he was crying. "Shiro..."

I was the last thing he could ever think of.

I leaned against the wall.

I'll wait with him.

"Kurosaki Ichigo..." Aizen came into the room.

"Still alive,yes?" He smirked, holding another scalpel. "Now let's continue..."

In his hand there was a taser. Ichigo acknowledged its existence, then continued drooping his head.

"This is to make sure your organs are hyped enough to work again." He pressed the button and pressed it against Ichigo's lungs.

I took a deep breath and held it in.

"Now..."

2 minutes.

Someone walked into the room, a chainsaw in hand. "Ayeayeaye, what do we have here, Ai~? Another one of yer toys?" GinRin appeared.

Aizen took the chainsaw without replying.

Ichigo looked up.

"My, I believe there is no other way to terminate this bloodied flesh you call a body of yours elegantly, is there?" The chainsaw was set vrooming.

"End...me..." Ichigo mouthed out.

I punched my hands at the wall, my teeth gritting. Idiot. Idiot.

You're not supposed to say that, you idiot.

Why aren't you fighting?

Why aren't you grasping for hope?

That's right, hope is nothing.

Hope is but an illusion people choose to escape from reality.

Hope is a lie.

YOU SKIPPED MOST OF THE PARTS DIDN'T YOU? HMPHHHHHH. anyways, how did you like the story? I decided to go into detail mode so... you practically end up with that pile of muck up there. Shiro thinks a lot, and swears a lot too, so the idiot parts are basically a coverup for the swears he originally uses. Shiro is also very moodswingy~ so he does evwrything the way he sees fit, as a pessimist. Which is nag and do things that are unpredictable.

I tried squishing everything into a chapter haha.