Title: Second Life
Author's note: Please read this fanfiction. Listen to this before you click away. There will be HichiIchi Yaoi in the future. NOTE: This is a note for my other ongoing GrimmIchi, "Strawberry Heart Attack", there will be more very, very soon. Sorry for the delay, just been busy for a while.
Warning: Bad words, they shouldn't be OOC, but I apologize in advance if they are.
Chapter 2: Don't Belong
Both of their eyes snapped open in a mix of wonder and confusion. His amber, black eyes were the first to look up; shortly followed by the other's bright, brown eyes. What is this place…? This isn't where I belong, the same ideas flood through each of their brains. All they saw was the empty, black sky.
It was completely black and vacant of life. Ichigo got to his feet and curled up with his knees in front of him. He remembered everything that happened in the past. "Dad… Yuzu, Karin…" These were just the names that happened by his cold, chapped lips. There were so many other people that he just wanted to hear their voice, just one more time.
The other white twin was on the ground, in awe. He couldn't believe it. He wasn't in his king's mind anymore. There was a world outside of there. So much to see, but Ichigo didn't want to see it. He got to his feet and looked over, "King?"
Ichigo saw who was right there. Oh no… not him… Ichigo's eyes went wide. Of all the people he had to be dead with, why was Shirosaki Hichigo the one that had prevailed? Ichigo was too upset. He grabbed a handful of sand and trickled the individual grains.
"Why would… Why the hell would you do this to me?!" He screamed at the ominous, dark sky as if someone were listening to the pain and grief in his voice. There were tears that he didn't get to cry before his death. He wept now. He cried for his family, his job as a substitute shinigami, and all of his friends back in the other worlds.
On the other hand, Shirosaki, who hadn't seen much outside of Ichigo's inner world, was gleaming with happiness. "This place is fucking great!" he hoarsely yelled. Complete carelessness, horror, and evil smiled their ugly smiles upon the two.
Ichigo's sword lay upon the sand next to him. He grabbed the hilt and stroked it down. "Zangetsu…" the name sounded painful.
"HNNNNNNAHHH!" The semi-robotic cry of the hollow whiffed past their ears. Ichigo, now, couldn't care any less. His only thoughts were to get out of here. But he couldn't, he died. This is his place.
The place for a dirty hollow like you… You are—a monster! You don't belong with us.
Every word that had ever been said to Ichigo about his hollow or his vizard powers now came back and haunted him. He cringed and curled down, facing the yellow sand. He slammed his palm against the sandy desert of Hueco Mundo. But all he did was cry. Shirosaki was confused. To the dark, soulless hollow, this is heaven.
"King, ya shithead, stop crying and get up before ya die. This is man for himself." He warned Ichigo, smiling ear to ear.
Ichigo got up heavily to his feet, groping Zangetsu in his right hand. Two seconds, when Shirosaki turned around, there was a sword centimeters from his throat. Ichigo heaved breath.
"You filthy bastard. Stay away from me." He wouldn't open even an eye to face Shirosaki who didn't deserve to be looked at.
At first, the albino was a little surprised, but then he grinned like masochist. "Heh, wouldn't have it any other fucking way."
Shirosaki grabbed his own sword and struck Ichigo Zangetsu with it and with a quite a bit of force, sending Ichigo back a long way. Ichigo rose to his feet, clutching his sword.
"GETSUGA TENSHO!" Ichigo released a massive black cloud of hollow energy at his twin who jumped into the air and slashed it away with his own Getsuga Tensho.
"Get out of here, king," Shirosaki waved his hand at him, "There is no way you can beat me with what you have. This is my place, the WORLD OF THE HOLLOWS."
"I know I don't fucking belong here!" Ichigo yelled at Shirosaki. Ichigo shivered in pain and confusion. His life, or shall it be called his death, were so frustrating. Why did fate always have to be against his hopes? There was no reason for him to be here. He wasn't a hollow that got banished to this empty realm. Never had he done anything bad enough to send him here. He was a soul reapers for fuck's sake. No soul reaper purposely ended up in Hueco Mundo.
Ichigo stabbed the ground with his zanpakatou. The power of the attack sent small, yet visible, shockwaves through the still sand. Shirosaki jumped into the air and landed back on his feet, not a bit threatened by the gesture.
Shirosaki repeated what he had once said, "King. Leave. Just get out. In this place, heh, I can do whatever the fuck I want."
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