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Chapter 7

A soft beeping slowly woke Shiro. He inwardly sighed at the familiar sound. He was beginning to think this waking to a heart monitor thing was a bad habit. Shiro didn't open his eyes though. He wasn't ready to face reality just yet. He couldn't remember anything, but what he did was more than enough.

Instead, Shiro slowly moved his arm only to be met with a soft clank. Quickly shifting his other limbs, he was met with the same sound. Shiro confirmed the position he was in. He was bound to the bed. A position he knew all too well.

"Dammit…" Shiro thought. Ideas started to flow through his brain. Maybe everything that happened was just some drug induced dream. He was still in that hell hole of a hospital with the crazy pink haired pansy and the creepy egomaniac. Of course, if that was true, all the crazed, blood producing moments never happened. He wasn't a murder. Most of all is was impossible he had attacked Ichigo. But at the same time…

Shiro groaned, "Dammiiiit…"

'So you are awake, not just convulsing again."

Shiro opened his eyes to meet honey brown ones, "Ichigo?"

Ichigo looked up from the clip board he was reading and smiled sadly. He placed the board down on one of the machines and took a deep breath. Something had happened. Shiro could feel it and knew Ichigo didn't know where to start.

"I'm sorry about the binds, but after," Ichigo paused and looked over Shiro across the room, "they were needed."

Shiro turned his head to see what Ichigo was talking about, but a curtain blocked it. "Wha…wha did I do Ichi?" Ichigo just shook his head. "What did I do King?" Shiro knew the old nickname would hit a nerve but he also knew it would get his brother to talk.

"You attacked."

No…no…not again. Not again. Not again! Shiro's emotions were running rampant inside of him. He was angry, sad, confused, and most of all scared. Had he killed again? Just the thought of it made his stomach turn.

Relax will ya. Shiro visibly stiffened as the watery voice spoke. Ya only got a taste. Ant the best part, ya enjoyed it. Ya know I'm the real you. Now just let instinct take over will ya.

"Shiro?" Ichigo asked softly, "Shiro speak to me."

Shiro shook his head, "I'm sorry. Please, tell me wha I did." He was begging.

"You attacked like I said. We found you throwing up blood behind the door. Your eyes were glowing but blank and the sclera slowly turned black. I tried to help you, but as soon as I touched you, your body started convulsing out of control. I yelled at Orihime to grab some anticonvulsant, the first one she could find. My yelling seemed to snap you out of it. You them roared out and jumped up pushing me out of the way. You cackled and then flew at Grimmjow. You went straight for his chest. You wouldn't stop slashing and was laughing as blood went everywhere. I tried to pull you off and yelled to Orihime to grab sedative instead. As soon as it was in my hand, I stabbed your neck. The drug took effect and you finally stopped and fell to the ground."

Shiro's eyes had slowly widened more and more as Ichigo went on. His body was frozen in place. "Is…is Grim…"

"He is stable. Grim will recover but it will take time. You did a lot of damage and there will most likely be a scar. Shiro… what did they do to you in Los Noches?"

"What didn't they do…?" Shiro mumbled.

Ya tell him, yer gonna go back. Ya know that right? He won' trust ya. Won' wanna deal with a monster.

"Shut up! Just shut up!" Shiro screamed. He looked at Ichigo. Ichigo returned a look of confusion and concern. "It's a long story Ichi. Ya might wanna sit down."

Ichigo grabbed the small chair in the room that was for the occasional visitor or parent. He moved it and set at Shiro's bedside. "Start talking Ogihci."
Shiro took a deep breath and began talking. He started not long after he had been moved to the top floor of Las Noches Hospital. He told Ichigo of his room, the guards, and the other patients up there. Continuing on to the drug tries brought up Dr. Granz. Shiro told him of all the different trials he could remember and how they slowly changed his body. He recalled times of success and failure and the consequences of each. The guard who was nice to him, and indirectly helped him to escape. Shiro talked about the watery voice, and his hunts. He told Ichigo about losing control to this voice. He even told Ichigo about the man with the green eyes that had come to retrieve him. At some point, Ichigo had grabbed his clip board and started taking notes.

"And the last event was wha' ya saw. I overheard Grim talkin' about me. The voice kept sayin' he needed to die. I tried ta fight back but failed. I don' remember anything after throwing up," Shiro finished. He couldn't read Ichigo's expression. It just looked blank, yet contemplative.

Told ya. Ya shouldn't have told 'im. The only way is ta get rid of both of um now. Come on. Jus' give in. Ya know I'm who ya really are. Always have been.

Pain showed on Shiro's face and he shook his head. He needed to keep control. He pleaded to Ichigo with his eyes. "Just say somthin'. Please," he thought.

"Is the voice talking now Shiro?" Shiro nodded. "Let it through. I want to speak to it. "

Shiro shook his head. "Too…dangerous. Might not…regain control," Shiro gritted out.

"It's ok Shiro. I promise I'll get you back," Ichigo tried to reassure him.

Come on. He wants me out. Now let me have control!

"No!" Shiro screamed before his eyes went blank. Black seeped into the white of his eyes. The irises glowed golden. "Hello brother," a water voice replaced Shiro's normally scratchy one, "Nice to see ya." Shiro cackled and a crazed grin cracked his face.

"Who are you?" Ichigo asked. Shiro just laughed. "Tell me!" he growled.

"I am what I am. I am your brother." Shiro grinned at the anger showing on Ichigo's features.

"What have you done to Ogihci?" Ichigo demanded.

"Nothin'. How many times I gotta tell ya I'm Ogihci, or Shiro. Whatever you would like ta use."

"That's impossible. My brother would never do the things you have made him do!"

"Ya really should stop yellin' King. Gonna wake your blueberry over there."

Ichigo growled, "How can you be Shiro?"

"Do ya know why twins are so close King?" Shiro paused a moment, "It's cause their souls are really two halves of one. Normally, they split evenly, but sometimes things go wrong. Especially when demon blood is involved," Shiro laughed. The look on Ichigo was just too priceless.

"Go wrong? Demon blood? What are you talking about you freak? Last I checked, my family is human!"

"Now is that any way ta talk to yer brother?" Shiro smiled at Ichigo scowl. "Now, were human, ya, but a small strain still runs in our blood Ichi. Ya got some too. Why ya think fighting always came so easy fer ya? Or why ya think ya can see spirits?"

"How did you know…?"

"I'm yer brother Ichi. And fer the rest, well, old souls carry memories and all one needs in the righ' questions to get the righ' answers. Why don' ya ask Dad or Uncle Urahara. They know all abou' it. Were talkin' about it fer years when I was littler, but I blocked it out fer a long time. Dad only hoped I was just terminally ill. I showed all the signs, but really the possession of what I really was was jus tryin' ya take over."

"That doesn't explain Dr Aizen's actions," Ichigo interjected.

Shiro just laughed, "Tha' bastard knew all along. Him and that pink haired freak were tryin' ta bring it out faster. Possibly even split me in half. I ain't to sure. All I know is he wanted a guard dog fer something, and what's better that a trained demon?"

Ichigo couldn't believe what he was hearing. None of it could be true. It was just too crazy. He grew angry at this voice. He wanted to strangle it out of his brother, but he could never hurt Shiro. And then there was his father. If he had known something, why didn't he say anything? Same with his uncle. They could have helped Shiro and then he would have never ended up in that hospital. He wouldn't have been dead for all these years. No, it had to be something in that hospital that made his brother this way and that voice life. He would do anything to help his brother get rid of it. Anything.

Ichigo noticed his brother pulling at the binds and growling. He quickly grabbed some sedative and pushed a dose into Shiro. Once again, he lay limp on the bed. He looked almost peaceful, but who knew what could be playing in his dreams. Ichigo smoothed his hair, "I promise I'll fix this. The King always takes care of his horse. Somehow, I will release you from this hell."

AN: So there it is. Please review and tell me what you think. I have no problem trying to come up with a different idea. And sorry its kinda short but finals are soon and after that there hopefully will be better updates. Thank you anyone who actually reads my crap!