AN: Schoooolllssss out for summer! Yup yup! So, hopefully I can get more out this summer. Enjoy.

Warning: Not Beta tested

Chapter 8

Shiro's room was now reinforced, for lack of a better word. The window had been bared and caged. The door had been lined with steal. Dead bolts were attached to the outside so that only someone coming in could open it. Inside the closet, hidden behind some of the clothes, was a pair of shackles hooked to the wall just in case. Almost everything but the bare necessities had been removed. A small syringe full of sedative along with the bottle rested on the desk.

Ichigo looked at the barren room and sighed softly. His brother was sitting on the bed reading. "I'm…I'm leaving now, so, I'll lock you in. Grimmjow is staying, so if you need anything, call for him," Shiro couldn't help but hear the sadness in his brother's tone.

"I don' think he will wanna be near me Ichi, but thanks," Shiro replied without raising his head. After the blue haired man had recovered enough to move around, he had made a point to stay away from Shiro. He flipped the page in his book and shifted his legs. "Don' worry Ichi. I won' need anything. I'll just stay in here an' read till ya get back." Shiro smiled trying to put his brother at ease. Ichigo didn't buy it. The scowl he always had was worse by the sadness in his eyes and Shiro's smile slowly faded.

"I'll talk to Grimm. He will come back around. If anything he is mad you took him down so fast," Ichigo chuckled nervously.

"Sorry Ichigo, that's not really makin' it better."

Ichigo sighed, "Just…just try to stay yourself." With that, he shut and locked Shiro into his room. He ran a hand through his hair as he made his way down the stairs. Grimmjow was lying on the couch with Pantera sleeping on his chest. It was still really the only position he was completely comfortable in.

"Is that insane brother of yers locked up good?" Grimmjow asked while still watching the television.

"He isn't insane. He is sick. And ya, he is. If he needs something, help him will ya?"

"I ain't getting' near him," Grimmjow scoffed, "He almos' killed me."

"Please Grimm. He will probably just read the whole time I'm gone, and I won't be gone long. I'll make up for it," Ichigo smiled.

"Maid outfit?"

"Fine, maid outfit."

"Deal. But only if he sounds normal. He starts soundin' funny, I ain't even goin' upstairs."

"Thanks Grimm," Ichigo kissed his cheek and left.

Upstairs, Shiro was just trying to remain calm. He had not hunted since the incident with Grimmjow. He had eaten normal food, but he still seemed to always be hungry. His throat had a dull burn. There was a constant taste that he could only describe as rotten meat in his mouth. Ichigo had given him mints to try and get the taste out, but it only masked it for a while. He had a constant pain in his stomach that he suppressed as much as he could. It didn't help that the other voice was screaming and throwing a tantrum at almost all hours either. He was worn down from lack of sleep because of it. It took everything Shiro had just to keep himself from being taken over.

"You bastard! I tol' you this would happen! Now we are trapped and you won' even let me get us out!" Shiro just kept reading. "Don' you ignore me you prick! You need ta hunt! You need blood! You need flesh! You know it!" Shiro gritted his teeth. He had been holding out this long, he could keep doing it. Ichigo would find a way to cure him and then he would never have to deal with this voice again. He could move on. Probably would have to see a therapist, but that was a small price to pay to have a normal life.

"Will ya just shut up? I can't wait till Ichigo finds a way to get rid of ya!"

"That idiot brother of ours ain't gonna do shit! How many times I gotta say it? I am ya. I am the real ya. I should be the one in control dammit! But that dam doctor messed it up! If he woulda just let ya get weaker instead of tryin' all those dam experiments I'd have control by now!"

"Well ya don'. And ya ain't even supposed ta be there! Aizen and the pink freak did sometin' and I will get rida you!" The voice just cackled at Shiro before going back to its tantrum. Giving up on the reading, he marked his place and left the book on the bed. Of course, there wasn't much else to do in the almost empty room. He wished he could go down stairs and continue his game of Bioshock, but being locked in that wasn't an option. And no way would Grimmjow bring the X-Box up to him; not that he had a TV to play on anyway. He had really taken a liking to video games after Ichigo introduced them to him. They gave him the much needed break from reality, even before his brother knew of his problem.

The other throwing a tantrum was giving him a headache, and Shiro contemplated trying to sleep to ignore it, but the boy knew that could end up in with his body being controlled. Of course he could use the sedative, but that was really only for extreme measures. He also briefly thought about just locking himself up in the closet to sleep, but then he could end up with sprained and possibly broken wrists again from the other one taking control and thrashing around.

Ichigo had left him two small notebooks, one blank and one lined, and some pencils. Ichigo got him the blank one after noticing him drawing on almost every piece of paper he could when he was bored; especially when Ichigo caught him drawing on a patient's file. He had taken a liking to doodling since it was one of the few things he was allowed to do in the hospital. The guard that actually treated him as a human was able to get him the supplies claiming it was something about keeping the boy sane. It did help too since it was one way he could escape the small room he was trapped in. The lined one Ichigo said he could use as a journal if he wanted. A place for his thoughts to help him get anything out Shiro didn't feel like actually talking about. Considering the traumatizing events he had experienced, he appreciated it.

Shiro shrugged and sat down at the desk and pulled over the blank book and a pencil. He tried to drown the voice out by drawing but with the other one starting to slam around his mind, it was difficult. He could feel the hold breaking. He just tried to focus on the page and ignore the other's ranting but it wasn't really working. Shiro was worn down. The voice was slowly winning the battle over control.

Sweat slowly ran down his forehead and he held it in his free hand. It felt like someone was constantly hitting his head with a hammer. Putting down the pencil he looked through the drawers for the small bottle of aspirin Ichigo left him. He dry swallowed two of them, but the throbbing just got worse. The rotten taste in his mouth got stronger. He stomach clenched causing him to hug it protectively. "Shit…" Shiro gritted out.

He pushed his way up out of the chair. Shiro gripped the desk so tight, his knuckles were turning red. "Grimm! …G…Grimm!" Shiro choked out, "Please…please I need help!" He had waited too long to lock himself up. He should have noticed the signs earlier. But, with his mind clouded and the thought of just having the thing hurting him again, he put it off. Now he was regretting it. Shiro knew, even if Grimmjow did come to help him, it would take him a while, and doing it himself was becoming less and less of a possibility. He still had to try though. "Please Grimmjow!"

The pain was getting worse and his ears started to ring. The outside world became fuzzy. He didn't notice the cage being cut or the bars being pulled off from his window. Shiro didn't hear it slide open, or even notice the man that entered.

"It is about time. I had grown tired of waiting."

Shiro stiffened. He strained to look up to be met with lifeless green eyes. Fear ran through Shiro, and not just for the force taking over his body. It was those same green eyes from the night he fed off the homeless man. A spark went off in his head. He finally remembered the face. Patient number four: Ulquiorra Schieffer, Aizen's personal lackey and adopted son.

"It is time to go 87," Ulquiorra said. He grabbed the syringe full of sedative from the desk, "This will make things easier."

"Grimmjow!" Shiro's voice cracked, "Grimmjow, please!" His voice was getting more watery as he yelled. He could hear footsteps, but they were slow and staggering. Grimmjow wasn't going to get there fast enough. Shiro tried to stand on his own without the desk's help and walk. His breath was labored. His eyes started to glow.

"You will not fool me again 87," Ulquiorra moved quickly. Before Shiro could react, the chemical was in his bloodstream. Seconds later he collapsed into darkness. Ulquiorra sighed, "So much trouble for such a useless thing." He picked Shiro up and headed for the window. Hearing locks move he turned to the door.

"What the hell is it Shiro? I was sleepin'!" Grimmjow stopped and stared, "Who the fuck are you?" Ulquiorra ignored him and continued for the window. "Hey, don' you fucking ignore me asshole! And what the fuck are you doin' with Shiro?" Grimmjow closed some of the distance between him and the other man.

"87 needs to be returned. I am under orders to do so," Ulquiorra replied as if it was obvious. Grimmjow growled at him. He hated being talked down to and he sure as hell wasn't going to let this scrawny ass do it.

"Well he ain't yours ta take!" Grimmjow leapt the best he could at Ulquiorra only to be kicked in the chest. He collided with the wall with a hard crash.

"Trash," Ulquiorra turned and dropped out the window with Shiro in his arms.

"Fuck…Ichi's gonna kill me."

During this, Ichigo had made his way to his uncle's house. If the other Shiro was telling anything truthful, it was his best first stop at trying to solve anything. He knew his father wouldn't be willing to talk. Not now anyway. The son he thought was gone had suddenly returned. And well, his uncle had always been one to dabble in the…odder things. The store he ran was proof of that.

The familiar old sign reading Urahara Shoten greeted Ichigo. Renji, his long time friend, and long time hired help to Urahara was sweeping up outside. Ichigo tried not to chuckle as he got closer hearing Renji complaining under him breath in soft mumbles. "What did my uncle do this time Renji?"

Renji looked up at Ichigo's voice, "Hey Ichigo. He has his dam kid ordering me around now! I'm older! I shouldn't be ordered around by Jinta! Little brat is making me sweep out here when it's his job!" Ichigo just laughed. "Shut up you!" and with that Ichigo just laughed harder.

"Just finish school, and you can get out. Is Hat an' Clogs in?" Ichigo said through laughs.

"Yeah, I'm working on it. He is inside. Probably being lazy like usual," Renji scoffed.

"Thanks Renji. Let's go out soon. You, me, Grimm, and Rukia. Take the town by storm and give you a night off."

"Sounds good to me!" Renji smiled at the suggestion

Ichigo chuckled and headed inside. The place was the same as it always was. Odd things lined the shelves and cluttered cabinets. Some things were old, some new, and some just plain weird. And then there was the candy counter that stuck out like a sore thumb among all the artifacts. Urahara said it was for the kids that came in with their parents, but considering the shop got very few customers to begin with; it was just an odd thing to have. When it came down to it, Urahara's shop catered to a very unique cliental, and none of them had kids, or if they did, they never spoke of or brought them to the store.

"Hey! Hat n'clogs, ya here?" Ichigo called out. A door slid open revealing a middle aged man in a thin green overcoat. As to his nick name, on his head was a green and white striped bucket hat that looked worn and clog sandals on his feet. He carried a fan that covered half of his face. "Hey Uncle Urahara."

"Ichigo! How good to see you again! To what do I owe this visit?" Urahara asked in an overly excited voice.

"I'm here to talk about Ogihci," Ichigo said sternly. Urahara's demeanor changed at Ichigo's tone. The fan closed and with it, he lead Ichigo to the back of the store into a small sitting room. It was simply decorated with nothing more than a table, some cushions, and a bookshelf. He motioned for Ichigo to sit on one of the cushions before doing so himself.

"What happened?" Urahara's tone was serious. His facial expression showed no less.

With that, Ichigo began talking. He told Urahara everything he knew from the attack he witnessed to the voice. He even included what Shiro had said about his time in the hospital. "That other voice said something about demon blood in our line and that Ogihci is meant to be one. That this watery voice with the sadistic personality is what Ogihci truly is."

"I was afraid of this. I told your father to have a blessing ritual just in case but he wouldn't do it. He didn't want to hurt his son. He couldn't hurt his son," Urahara sighed. Ichigo just looked at him confused. "I'm guessing you want an explanation. First of all, that other Ogihci is right. Your father and mine's side of the family had demon blood in it, but we both thought the strain was so thin, it would finally stop affecting the family. A deal was made many many years ago for a child." Urahara got up and grabbed a very old looking book from the shelf. Silently, he flipped thought it until he came to a picture of a young family. The father and mother couldn't have been more than their early twenties, and their child was cradled in the mother's arms. It was black and white and worn from age but surprisingly clear. He turned the book around so Ichigo could see the picture.

"They look so happy. Who are they?" Ichigo asked still looking at the picture.

"The reason your brother is the way he is. The woman is an ancestor of the family. The man is a Soul Reaper; a demon that lives off the souls of others while they are alive in exchange for something and once they die, they take them to the afterlife with them to live for eternity. She was infertile during a time where having children was very important. She made a deal promising to be with the demon till the end of her times and let him feed from her soul in exchange for a child. Ever since then our family has been cursed with demon children; part Soul Reaper if you will. But with the bloodline so thin now, the curse was thought to be broken. But, with you and Ogihci being twins, as the voice said, something went wrong when the soul split, and he got more of the demon's side of the soul. Whatever was done to him in Los Noches must have split it more from the whole of Ogihci's soul causing it to be its own entity."

Ichigo was speechless. He was angry at never knowing anything about this. He was angry that after this explanation he felt like he couldn't do anything for his brother. The voice truly was part of Shiro. And because of whatever those so called doctors did to him, it was trying to take over and turn him full demon. "What can I do?" Ichigo looked at him determined.

"Not much short of an exorcism to rid him completely of it, but that could kill him being that the demon is part of him. Give me a few days to do some research. I will put together some things to help him out, but none will be a permanent cure. Until then, I suggest investing in some animal blood. Since he has already tasted human, it will not fully satisfy his hunger, but it will suppress it for a time. Also, try to keep him calm, and if you haven't already, I'd build a panic room of sorts just in case," Urahara closed the book as he talked and put it back on the bookshelf.

"I have. I converted his room to one," Ichigo replied.

Urahara nodded, "Have you told your father yet?"

Ichigo shook his head, "No. Not yet. I'm not quite ready to bring it up to him. I'm not sure how he will take it."

"I will talk to him," Urahara said, "I will do everything to help your brother Ichigo. I promise we will find a way to help him even if it has to be drastic. Ogihci lost so much of his life, he deserves this second chance." He smiled sadly.

Ichigo smiled slightly back. He got up and Urahara lead him out. He headed home with some hope, but at the same time, he felt so helpless.

AN: So yeah…I made soul reapers demons. Thought it could be a cool idea but just like the last chapter, if this seems to out there, please tell me and I can try to come up with something better. So school has really been out for a bit but there was Famine and I got to meet David Vincent, the English voice of Grimmjow. He is a real nice guy and if anyone goes to a con and he is there I highly recommend going to his panel. And yeah…I put Bioshock in there. Sorry if someone doesn't like the game. It's one of my favs so much that I even ran around as a Houdini Splicer at Fanime for 2 days. Ok, I'll shut up now! Please review so I know I'm doing this right!