Alright, I finally got this finished. It took longer because the Bleach group finally found me (like so many other Author's, as I see.)
Shinzo-THAT'S RIGHT! You are under our supervision from now on! Nice name, by the way.
Ichigo-Shinzo! How about you don't get side-tracked for once in your life?
Shinzo-...
Me-What's the fun in that?! Don't worry, I love your messed up brain Shinzo!
Shinzo-YES!
Ichigo-NO! DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM! JUST HURRY WITH THE STORY!!
Me-Fine, fine!! Pushy!!
Chapter 6
"Well fuck." Ichigo raised his eyebrow at the Hollow.
"You not like it?"
"No…it's just…"
"Just?" Shinzo looked over to his King with a sparkle in his eyes. Ichigo mentally prepared himself for the worst. Unfortunately, he didn't physically prepare himself.
"JUST FUCKING AWESOME!!" He launched himself over the table at poor Ichigo, sending both of them (and the unfortunate chair) into the wall behind them.
Ichigo….fell unconscious for a couple minutes.
He awoke to find Shinzo squealing in joy and Orihime trying to control her laughter. He desperately wanted to go back to sleep. But the fates, as always, were against him.
"KKKIIIIINNNNGGGG!! CELEBRATE!! WE MUST CELEBRATE!!" Orihime started laughing harder as Shinzo started spinning in circles. Ichigo yelped as he was yanked forward and was twirled around like a rag doll by Shinzo.
It went on like that for about half an hour. Shinzo pulled random dance moves, still swinging Ichigo around. Orihime was turning many different colors due to her laughter.
When they were done, Shinzo and Orihime were breathing hard, smiling, and Ichigo was trying to coax the world to stop spinning. When Orihime caught her breath, she went to heat up the food, and Shinzo was left with a very dizzy Ichigo.
"Hey, King."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." Ichigo raised his eyebrows.
"I already told you I'd give you a name-"
"No, not that. Fer puttin' up with me. Err…actually…now fer even likin' me. I'm not exactly the pick a' the crop, right?" Ichigo frowned, but then started laughing.
"My feelings are as screwed up as my head. And even more confusing." He ruffled the Hollow's hair. Shinzo stuck out his tongue.(.:Author squeals:. CUTE!!) "Plus, you're pretty…uh…special. I wouldn't want to loose you because of a few conflicting emotions."
"What kind a special are we talkin' about here, King?" Ichigo laughed.
"A lot of different kinds of special. Don't worry, most of them aren't bad." Orihime came in at that moment, cutting off whatever Shinzo was about to say. Ichigo thanked his momentary good luck.
"Food's ready, again." She said with a smile. Ichigo smirked.
"That's great, Inoue." Shinzo grinned.
"Perfect! I'm starved!" She set the plates down and immediately started eating hers.
Manners everywhere but at the table. Ichigo thought to himself. And then…Shinzo took a bite…
...:...:...:...:...
"FUCK THAT'S GOOD!!" Ichigo's mouth hit the table. Orihime lit up like a torch.
"Really! I'm so glad! I thought I added a bit too much hot sauce…" Shinzo was so engulfed in getting as much food into his mouth at the time, that he could only shake his head and mumble his thanks. Ichigo's mouth was still on the table.
NO WAY!! No way, no way, no way, no way!! How…why…when….huh!? NO WAY! Ichigo grumbled all through dinner, mumbling something about insufferable hollow and foiled plans.
When dinner was over, it was already approaching 9:00pm.
"Oh my, I really have to get home!!" Orihime wiped her wet hands (doing dishes) on a random towel and quickly said goodbyes, and ran out the door. (Insert sweat-drop here.)
"Well…that was…eventful." Ichigo sighed, while Shinzo laughed.
"Certainly was, King. I'm all happy an' satisfied. What cha wanna do?" Ichigo groaned.
"Sleep."
"Darn yer human body. Needin' sleep every 15 hours. It's annoyin'!"
(Random Author's note: I just realized I went from breakfast...to dinner...and a late dinner at that...well...shit...whoops. For the life of me I can't remember how I did that. Ah well. THERE WAS A MAGICAL 5 HOUR LONG DAY!! BLAME SZAYEL!! Szayel pops in at the last minute. "Sorry Kit, you can't blame me for your laziness. I think that was Stark's department." I hang my head. "Damn.")
"So are you, but I put up with it. Now you do the same. I need sleep." Ichigo trudged his way up the stairs, followed soon after by a grumbling Hollow.
"But Kiiiinnnngg! I dun wanna watch ya sleep! Yer borin'!"
"Too bad. You have to get…" Yawn. "Used to it." Shinzo huffed as Ichigo lay down on the bed, facing away from him.
"Fine. Get yer beauty rest. I'm gonna sit 'ere all night, alone, waitin' fer my dear King ta wake up from his self-induced stupor."
"Good luck with that."
"All alone. No one 'ere ta help me in my moment of complete and utter boredom."
"Uh-huh."
"All because you desperately prefer seep over lil' ol' me."
"Yup."
"Abandoned to my pondering."
"I get it."
"An endless black void of absolutely nothin' but bbbooooorrrrrrrddddddoooooommmmm."
"You can stop now; it's not going to work."
"Bbbooooorrrrrrrddddddooo—"
"SHUT UP SHINZO!!" A pillow projectile came out of nowhere, hitting the Hollow square in the face and knocking him off Ichigo's desk chair. He growled, but none-the-less got back up and kept quiet.
10 minutes later…
"King."
"What now?" Ichigo replied sleepily.
"I'm wonderin' somethin'."
"And what does that have to do with me?"
"Everythin'."
"Shoot then, but only if I get to sleep after."
"Yup. I'll let ya sleep."
"Alright."
"Ya think yer other friends'll accept me?" Ichigo pondered over it for a moment.
"Some might, and the others would probably in time. Don't think about that kind of stuff right now. We'll deal with it when the time comes."
"Yeah…I guess…thanks…Ichigo." If Ichigo noticed the name-slip, he didn't say anything, and automatically drifted off to sleep.
His nightmares were filled with angry mobs screaming, "Off with the Hollow's head!" Thanks a lot, Shinzo.
The Next Morning…
Ichigo yawned and stretched, brushing against something with his arm. He smiled when he realized that Shinzo climbed into bed with him last night. Ichigo turned on his side and draped his arm over the Hollow's waist, pulling him closer. Shinzo unconsciously snuggled against his King, his back against Ichigo's chest. He sighed contently into the mess of snow white hair.
His sleepy brain soon came up with the excuse of 'Sunday' to not get up.
That was BIG MISTAKE #1!!
He fell asleep before his Hollow alarm could go off. The thing was unfortunately under a pile of clothes, successfully silencing the dreaded noise.
BIG MISTAKE #2!!
He left the window open.
BIGGEST MISTAKE!!
"Get up Ichigo there's…a…hollow. THERE'S A HOLLOW IN YOUR BED!!" Shinzo immediately woke up. He glared at the person interrupting his sleep, before his expression turned worried. Renji was sitting at the window.
"Shit." Ichigo, still asleep, pulled the Hollow closer to him when Shinzo tried to move.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" Renji pulled out his sword and held it to Shinzo's throat. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't slice your head off right now, Hollow."
"Ya'd interrupt dear King's beauty sleep?" He offered, sheepishly. Renji growled and held the sword closer, showing a little blood.
"Not good enough." Ichigo groaned.
"Shinzo, be quiet….tired….play later…"
"ICHIGO! Get your ass up!! You have a lot of explaining to do!"
"Mmm….There's no school, Karin….I'll get up later…." Shinzo had to use all his will-power to it's fullest to keep from laughing to death.
"ICHIGO IT'S RENJI! GET YOUR ASS UP NOW!!" That woke him up.
"FUCK!" He jumped up, slamming his head against the wall behind him. "What the hell are you doing here Renji!?" He met Renji's eyes, and immediately wished he hadn't. Renji's eyes were filled with rage, mistrust and most prominent, despair and betrayal.
"Ichigo. What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On?" Renji was grinding his teeth together, to try and keep himself in check.
"Renji, listen. It's not what you think. You see Shinzo's my—"
"Shinzo?! You named it?!"
"Yeah, I named HIM. His name is Hibiki Shinzo. As I was saying, he's my inner Hollow." Silence filled the room. Renji's eyes widened and he lowered his sword in shock. Shinzo took a deep, very well needed breath, and backed up toward his King. He felt so defenseless due to his body's inability to cope with the outer world yet. And that fact that he couldn't summon Zangetsu.
"Ichigo, please tell me you're joking."
"It's no joke, Renji. Soon after you and Rukia interrogated me, he came back. We were…properly…introduced. Renji, please, just trust me." Shinzo looked guiltily over at his King's face. He saw Ichigo's desperation in his eyes. When Ichigo noticed he was looking, his King gave the Hollow a warm, reassuring smile. Shinzo's mood was lightened a little, but not all.
Renji's gaze dropped to the floor. The two color-differentiated copies watched as a number of emotions ran across his face. Hurt, betrayal, confusion, etc. It seemed like two sides of his minds were fighting with each other. Ichigo would've smirked at the irony, but best decided to save it until later.
"I….Ichigo, this is…" He massaged his temples as he felt a headache coming along.
"Renji, please." It was silent a couple minutes, while Renji mulled over his response. Finally, he sighed.
"Fuck this; if you trust the thing—err—I mean him—enough to let him sleep in your bed, then I guess I'd have no excuse to distrust him."
"'less ya were jealous." Ichigo smacked Shinzo upside the head.
"Not helping!" He hissed at the Hollow. Shinzo grinned, but stayed quiet like a good boy. He thought, if I got recognition, a name, and a lover by stayin' quiet the first time, I wonder what I'll get out a being good fer a second time.
His mind works in strange (cough-perverted-cough) ways.
"Whatever. I never said I'd be around to deal with you. I'm just going to keep my mouth shut and avoid you. Sounds much better to me. No offense, Ichigo."
"None taken."
"Awesome, well then, I'm off. See one of you around." He smirked as he headed over to the window.
"Love-dumped."
"SHUT UP!" Ichigo and Renji yelled at the poor Hollow at the same time. Shinzo shrunk down and grinned sheepishly. Planned ruined, but mindless havoc achieved.
(Warning: my story started to sound forced, so I'm adding a new character. Yes it's a Bleach character. Some will love me and some will hate me but HEY, not my problem! I'm just a regular, if a little insane, writer.)
An hour or two later...
Ichigo walked out of the house, the earlier Hollow problem completely out of his mind. Hopefully Renji went and got it to release some pent up anger.
'You're just sayin' that ta get out of a morning' job.'
'Yup.' Ichigo's blunt answer left Shinzo stunned. Quietly stunned, Ichigo added with glee. He continued to his destination. Where would someone go this early on a Sunday, you ask? Even if you didn't, I'm going to tell you.
LIBRARY!!
Yes, we all know he has a problem. For some odd reason Ichigo has a special place in his heart or reading on Sunday. This early? Not usually. But whatever.
He trudged his way along the well known path, stopping before a large, gothic looking building. He always thought the place looked like a Cathedral. See? Our little Ichi isn't that dumb. (.:Writer is hit with a random book by said strawberry:.)
He opened the doors, said hello to the workers passing by, (He knows all of them.) and making his way up the stairs to a section in the corner.
His interests differed between pretty random things, from wars and old culture, to poetry and Shakespeare. But for the moment, he was…in the art section? Yes, our Ichi is in the picture book section. They may be famous pictures and famous picture books, but they're still picture books.
Ichigo took a book off the shelf titled Art of Central and Western Europe. (Don't quote me; I made that up in two seconds. My mom likes Europe…) He sat on a nearby table and immediately dived into the book
'Uh King? I'd hate ta be the bearer a bad news, but that's a picture book.'
'Shut up. Interesting.'
'Again…PICTURE BOOK!'
'READING!!' Ichigo sent a STRONG mental push toward Shinzo, and right after cut their connection. Sure, he had to use some of his energy for it, but no one interrupts Ichigo when he's found a good book.
And just then, did the familiar Gargantua open right behind Ichigo.
"Hey Ber—." The visitor was hastily bask-fisted and Ichigo moved to a new table. Only then did Ichigo mutter a 'Shut up, Grimmjow' towards the panther, who was now holding a bloody nose. (.:Author does a victory dance:. YES! I managed Grimmy in through randomness and utter crack! My day is GREAT!)
'Damn Gigai and their damn weakness. A bloody nose through just one punch.' Grimmjow went back up to Ichigo, looking over his shoulder.
He suppressed a chuckle.
"A picture book?" Another back-fist, another move, another 'Shut up Grimmjow.' Only this time with a 'Or I'll admit you to torture by Inoue's cooking,' following right after it. Grimmjow shuttered, having tried said cooking when they held Orihime at Los Noches. He and Ulquiorra were green for a month, not being able to work. Ever since, Aizen banned Orihime's cooking. Except for Luppi, he seemed to like her cooking.
So, he just sat on the desk in front of Ichigo. Keeping silent and patiently waiting for the kid to finish. And we all know, Grimmjow and Patient don't go in the same sentence. Thankfully, it was a picture book. Aka-not much reading. And Ichigo was a damn good reader, so he was done fast. As soon as he put the book down, Grimmjow was up and active again. Like he was born to do!
"FINALLY!" He grabbed Ichigo's arm and made a beeline down the stars and to the exit. Ichigo just shrugged and let himself be dragged along.
Beats walking, I guess. They were soon out the door and heading down the street. Grimmjow was still storming down a few more blocks, walking off the irregular feeling of 'sitting still and being quiet'. But soon enough, he stopped.
"You have no idea where you're going do you?"
"None at all."
"Figured." Ichigo got up and brushed himself off. "So why exactly did you come here this time. Last couple of times they were all something stupid like movies and driving and music and—"
"HEY! That was all new to me! They fit moving pictures into screens; sit while moving in a tin can, and stuff voices inside speakers and earphones! And those evil brain morphing asylums they use to torture kids into thinking and acting one certain way. I can't believe you willingly go to one of those!"
"It's called a school, Grimmjow. And you still haven't answered my question." The panther glared at Ichigo and crossed his arms.
"Fine. Nnoitra told me something about—"
"WHY is it always NNOITRA telling you these things?! I should kill the bastard now. Gets two loser Arrancar off my back."
"No, I'd still find a way to bug you." Ichigo deadpanned. Grimmjow went on like it was normal. "What I was saying was that Nnoitra told me that there was something tha can suck your soul through a small piece of glass and store it using an exact copy of the moment you took the soul. He even said you can distribute to a lot of people. It sounds like the ultimate torture!"
"DAMMIT GRIMMJOW! YOU TORE ME AWAY FROM THE LIBRARY FOR A CAMERA!?" Oh shit.
Grimmjow could take a hint. The next second he was off and running. Followed by an EXTREMELY pissed off Ichigo. All of Ichigo's friends that they ran by didn't even second glance it. The same thing was going through all their heads.
'It's noon on the second Sunday of the month.'
Hehehe, Grimm has a 'Bug Berry' schedule that everyone's caught on to but said berry.
Anyway, I'll say it again. This story has little plot. Well…it has one…but nothing to do at all with anything relevant. I've just decided to push it off as crack and get on with my life.
FROM HERE ON OUT…RANDOMNESSISITIVITY AND FINDING A HUNDRED AND ONE WAYS TO PISS ICHIGO OFF!!
(Which, by the way, is an idea for a new story of mine. 101 chapters, each giving one example of pissing Ichigo off. I might make it less though…NO STEALING MY IDEA! That would be mean. .:puppy eyes:.)
Oh…and Grimmy with a camera. YES!!
Grimmjow-I've always wanted to figure out those flashing things the fangirls always have.
Shinzo-You have fangirls?! Holy shit!
(Grimmjow runs after a smirking Shinzo)
Ichigo-Whatever. I got to hit Shiro--er--Shinzo a few times. So, I'm satisfied.
Me-.:sweatdrop:. Sure, sure. (Wonders how her mom is going to handle a broken Moter Home with a couple of rampaging Hollow freaks...and doesn't like the results. Then goes to hide.)
TILL NEST TIME!! JA NE!!