IchiRuki if you squint hard.

-aKaKitsune-KK: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it! Sorry about the slight wait, I've had a killer writer's block!

Barranca: Sorry about the confusion. Yes, they did switch places. I know, he probably would be more stubborn, but I couldn't really stretch the scene out. It wasn't a plot on Shiro's part, he just took advantage of the nightmare. Ichigo wasn't influenced by Shiro to push her, he was just irritated with her spacey-ness. And, yes, Shiro harbors an affection for Rukia :3

Mellu-chan: Why thank you!

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He was king! For the moment. He thought to himself. Shirosaki flexed his fingers experimentally. It felt good to be in control. He looked in a mirror. He looked exactly like the king.

"What the hell?!" Ichigo raged to him, "What are you doing!?"

"You said I could fight." Shirosaki mocked.

"That's because I thought I was gonna die!" Ichigo retorted. "You got in my way, damn it!"

"You were in no danger." Shirosaki rationalized. "I mean, if you let me fight, you're not in danger."

"Give my body back!"

"No."

Shirosaki just tuned out the rest of his screams.

And he says I'm a pain in the ass. He thought irately. Ichigo's voice became even louder.

"What do you plan on doing, anyways?! You gonna go eat some helpless soul?!"

"Kill weak hollows." Shirosaki replied. "Eating souls would be boring. They couldn't put up a fight."

"You're kidding, right?" Ichigo asked skeptically.

"No." Shirosaki's voice was completely serious.

Ichigo fell silent. Shirosaki jumped as someone knocked on the door.

"Ichigo," It was Yuzu, "Dinner time."

"Alright." Shirosaki replied, hoping he sounded effectively like Ichigo. "I'm coming."

"Stay away from my family!" Ichigo hollered.

"You're loud, king." Shirosaki complained. "Be quiet."

Ichigo didn't. Shirosaki just tuned him out as best he could. He confidently strode down the stairs, hoping he could keep up a good act. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a need to remain secretive. He supposed it was because it would be troublesome if someone starting asking questions.

The hollow sat at the table. He had watched Ichigo eat before. This time it was lasagna. Simple enough. He waited until he was sure he could start eating and picked up a fork and knife. How did this work again?

"Tch, dumbass." Ichigo sneered. "You're not getting any help from me."

Somehow, he managed to not make a scene, though Isshin kept looking up at him nervously, rather that attacking. It wasn't until Rukia got back that things got bad. She noticed his different reiatsu very quickly.

"Ichigo?" She said, a bit frightened, "Your reiatsu is… different. Are you okay?"

" I'm fine." He said, hoping that quick answers was characteristic to Ichigo. "Never felt better." He smiled way too wide. He looked insane, as a matter of fact. Seeing the look of horror, he stopped smiling.

"I'm, uh… going for a walk. Yeah. See you later!" He said hurriedly, opened his window and jumped out. She had noticed something.

"Having trouble fitting in?" Ichigo taunted. "You can never fit in with humans. You're a hollow. I doubt you even fit in with them!"

Shirosaki didn't have time to make a retort. The hollow sensor went off.

"Don't even consider it!"

Too late. Shirosaki had pressed the badge to his chest. He was forced out of his body in the Shinigami robes. He noticed that his mask was on his face. He headed off in the direction of the hollow.

"Stop!" Ichigo screamed. Shirosaki ignored him completely. Soon, he spotted the hollow. It wasn't quite as disgusting as the last one, but it wasn't pretty, either. It had stubby wings sprouting from its back, an ox-like mask, fat little fingers, big feet, and four arms.

"Oh my god!" They exclaimed at the same time. Why were there so many hollows like his? Shirosaki raised his sword and defeated it in one strike.

"See? Nothing went amiss." Shirosaki said to the livid Ichigo.

"Ichigo!" Rukia called from behind.

"No!" Ichigo said, mortified. "We can't let her see me like this!"

He noted how Ichigo had said "we", and, for once, Shirosaki agreed with him, and did the fastest thing he could. Yes, he ran. He wasn't sure if it would work, but he had to try it.

"You moron!" Ichigo screamed, "I meant give my body back!"

Rukia was following them, though she was falling behind. Shirosaki smiled. How could a Shinigami in a gigai catch up? Rukia, however, had already gotten out of the gigai. But Shirosaki didn't know that. If he turned, she'd see the mask.

"Ichigo!" She yelled, sensing a massive hollow reiatsu, rather than his. "Ichigo, wait!"

Shirosaki increased his pace. How could she be running this fast?

"Stupid! She's not in her gigai!" Ichigo yelled.

"Shit!" He said out loud. She was gaining on him!

He took an abrupt turn to the left and she glimpsed the mask. Rukia stopped dead in her tracks.

"Ichigo…"

"You careless idiot!" Ichigo wailed, "She saw the mask! Get back to my body before anything else happens!"

Shirosaki scowled, but obliged and returned to the house. His body-- well, Ichigo's body-- was lying on the floor. Ichigo, dismayed, was quiet for a moment. He was screwed! Rukia probably thought he had been taken over or something.

"I hate you!" Ichigo cried, in a full out rage. He might as well have been beating the shit out of Shirosaki, because he felt awful. He had probably scared the girl so bad that she'd stay away from the king, and inevitably, away from him. "I hate you! Why can't you leave me alone! Stay out of my life!"

The hollow was silent.

"Well?" Ichigo raged to Shirosaki, "Got an answer, jackass?"

"I'm not going to be the one to have to answer to Rukia. You can have your body back." He replied.

Ichigo was relieved, but only for a minuet, as Rukia came storming into the house, screaming his name. He rushed to her and was startled when she threw her arms around him.

"Ichigo, you idiot!" She yelled, pounding him. "What did you do? What was that?"

Ichigo pulled her off of him.

"I'm sorry, Rukia." He said sincerely, "But, I can't explain it right now."

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Sorry its kind of late. I had a block, and was working on dissolving him with art.