First of all, thank you for all of your reviews and faves! I was pretty shocked with the '8 faves' on this crappy story! Really, I love you all, guys! *give a big hug* Oh, and I forgot to add this in the previous chapter, but Ichigo's twin's (Uuh… You must all know from long ago that he was Hollow Ichi, right…?) sclera was still as a normal sclera would be. Only his irises stood still with the golden bright color (I wonder, most of 'cynical crazed other-self always had golden iris, they should have used red instead! *kicked*). Well, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter then! :)

Summary: That hoarse voice, was Ichigo just being delusional? Yet he wounded his chest by a Hollow's attack, and when he woke up, Ichigo ended in his mind, a white-tanned boy standing still in front of him, holding a white Zangetsu he shoved on the puzzled Ichigo's neck.

Disclaimer: Hollow Ichi is yet to be mine, as Tite Kubo still has the copyrights to strapped him in a dark room and rap-uuh… Bleach's not mine okay?


"Ichi…o…,"

"Ichi…go…,"

Ichigo."

He frowned his eyebrow in annoyance of the never-ending voice that seems to leash near his ear.

He adjusted his position in sleep, in hope for the voice to be gone.

"Ichigo, wake up!!"

His frown went deeper, groaned in distress as something soft poked his cheek. He gritted his teeth in anger thought still closing his tired eyes, wanting to sleep more than ever.

The poke kept continues, he just can't stand it anymore!! He shouted in his mind and finally reaching the 'something' that poked him a few times earlier (although he was confused by how tiny and soft the 'hand' was) and grasped it hardly, making the owner of the hand squeaked (?).

The squeak was too familiar to him that made him frowned deeper in anger; it was the voice of one certain doll that he hated the most, lifting the small hand and threw it to nowhere as he still close his eyes.

"GYAAAA!!! O-onee-san!!" shrieked the voice while a soft 'thuuump!!' sound reached Ichigo's ears.

"Just. Wake. Up. Ichigo!!!!"

His eyes opened widely by force when suddenly something really hard kicked his face right at the jaw, making his stiff body flying onto the wall, and finally orange head hit the hard surface of the white wall at Isshin's room, making Ichigo screamed in pain.

"How many times I need to shout your name before you truly awake, Kurosaki Ichigo!?" shouted a feminine voice coming from Ichigo's back while the redhead rubbed his bleeding scalp thanks to the damn wall.

"Shut up, Rukia." Ichigo replied in harsh tone, feeling annoyance as he tilted his head to look at the female Shinigami who was standing behind him in her gigai; wearing a green one-piece dress with a dark blue polka dot on its frilly part. "Then again you don't need to freaking kicked me on the face, do you?" he asked the black-haired Shinigami that was more intended to be a critics rather than a question itself.

After a moment to regain his balance and rose up on his feet, scrubbing away the spec of dust that was clutching to his blue jeans that he wore right now, he then saw a familiar face (or more like, 'things') that was hugging to the naked leg of Kuchiki Rukia, a very dirty and a rugged doll (well, that was what Ichigo thought about it anyway) with a brown hazel fabric, shaped like a chibified lion. It was none other than the perverted kaizou konpaku, Kon.

"Hueeeeeeng!!! Onee-san!! Silly Ichigo is being mean to me—buppf!!"

Kon, once again, flying towards the wall after being kicked in the face by his dear onee-san, tears coming like a river flow before finally banged the white wall with his soft face.

Ichigo could only watched as sweat dropped on his forehead, feeling bemused by the scene he just watched just now.

And then, before he could scold Rukia for being ignorant such as entering his father's room freely (well, Isshin did take her as his 'third daughter' but Ichigo prohibited her for entering his parent's room. Privacy, he said), Rukia took a step forward and showed him her white hand phone in her clutch, on the screen showing some group of white triangle symbols, beeping noise could be heard from the phone, too.

"A horde of Hollows were detected by Soul Society 5 minutes ago, they seems to be forming a group at the hill, south of Karakura. There's no time to talk, as they are heading here now as we talk." Said Rukia solemnly and hastily grasped Ichigo's wrist and quickly ate a bead-like candy –the soul candy of Chappy-, real form of the female Shinigami seems to torned the gigai of her, like a butterfly coming out from its womb.

"Shi—can't you just wait till I turned into Shinigami first!?" Ichigo shouted at his Shinigami partner as his left hand pushed the skull-craved badge onto his chest, making his soul left the lifeless body of his on the carpeted-floor of his father's room, and then quickly leapt into the air, following Rukia as she headed first to guide him.

"Kon!! Chappy!! Take care of our bodies, 'kay!?" Rukia shouted to the opened window of Isshin's room to both of the artificial soul (Chappy's waving her hand, mouth moving swiftly which seems to be saying 'pyon' –means she said 'yes'- while Kon was grieving over the red tattoo of Rukia's palm in his 'handsome' face) as she dashed forward on the blue sky of Karakura Town.

When he was following the raven-haired Shinigami, Ichigo then realized about something.

It was the book that he remembered, the book set of albums he was reading before. The book was gone…, as there were none of them to be seen on the floor when he woke up just now.

No… he tried to remember the room again more clearly before he was dragged by Rukia to exterminate the Hollows, placing his finger on his forehead, trying to think although that act didn't help him in a slightest way. When he woke up (or forcefully woke up thanks to Rukia's kick) there was none of it, even a single book, on the carpet. Or else his head would instead hit the book, not the wall. The bed… It's still as neat and tidy as ever, so it was clearly not there.

Or the desk…? He did see some kind of a set of books placed on the small desk in the room, slightly blur though, since he saw it when he was 'flying' because of the female Shinigami's kick.

He sighed in relief. His father would really kill him if he lost the book.

But who packed the books up into one bundle and put it on the desk? Rukia? Rukia was not that delicate.

And then he remembered again about being collapse after seeing one of the photos in the album titled as 'Twins'…

That boy… That white boy… That glimmering golden eyes of the boy!

He was silence for a moment, being terrified as he remembered the creepy eyes of the boy again.

It was not top long after that that the female Shinigami noticed the odd-behavior of her hot-blooded friend, looking back at the spiky haired Shinigami, still running throughout the sky.

"Are you okay, Ichigo?"

Ichigo closed his eyes, trying to wash the thought away from his mind, before shaking his head twice, replying Rukia's question.

"I'm alright…,"


A cobbled road full of silence stands before his eyes.

It's only been about 2 months since they were here to visit their deceased mother's grave, but Isshin can't help but being lonely.

As he walked along the soft cobbled road at the graveyard; separating the left and right wing of the gloomy yard, he saw some souls, all crying and wailing over their deaths, despair devouring them from inside. He too saw some of them having a very short soul chain in their chest; it won't be long for them to finally become a Hollow after everything pain they had experienced.

Maybe it's a good thing to konsou'd them now, but it was not his business anymore. Heh, sooner or latter, his 'third daughter' would sensed them anyway, he thought to himself as he washed away the thought.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, litting it with fire with a metallic litter and put it into his mouth, sapping it as he could feel the smoke running down in his throat.

He stopped walking, and then tilted his head to the left and looked at the name craved on the tombstone.

'Kurosaki Masaki'

He smiled a little before shoving his body forward, giving a happy face to the dead stone in front.

"Hello, Masaki." He said, speaking to none.

"It's been 2 months, yeah? There's not so much to do now in the clinic." Isshin continued, laughing nervously while his hand rubbed the back of his neck even it's not itchy.

"Well, and Ichigo come back safely from that place, too. That boy is so rude, huh? Sneak up in the middle of the night without saying goodbye to me or his sisters." He laughed again, huffing the stagnant smoke out from his mouth.

"Well… The time is near…," he said again, now in a soft and slow tone, sighing as he runs out of cigarette and threw the rest of the carcinogenic thing onto the road, quickly stomped it with his shoes to died down its fire.

"I wonder where he is now…," the eldest of the Kurosaki family moved deeper to the sea of tombstone behind Masaki's grave, all kind of smell of incenses everywhere as he proceed forward, to a little rave near the edge of the hill; a small grave that's hard to be seen thanks to the bush covering it, not to add that its place was secluded to the others.

"Are you in Soul Society now…," he asked tentatively to the small grave in front of him, asking for no reply as he read the name engraved into the tombstone before his black lit eyes.

"Hichigo?"


"Shit!!"

The orange-haired boy cursed as one the cat-like Hollows tore his Shihakushou with a long claw. The Hollow, having a mask that resembling a cat with 2 long tails waving at his back (well, honestly it's more like a nekomata rather than a normal cat, as they were more demonic, Ichigo thought to himself), bite the torn out Shihakushou silk fiercely, mistaking it as flesh, before threw it from its mouth.

Behind his back, there was Rukia fighting a couple of Hollows hugging together as one unity, both bodies merged together to one like of a play-dough being squeezed together.

The wobbled Hollows marched forward to the female Shinigami like a dance of tango; both hands lunged in attempt to attack her in the chest. But it was futile, as the raven-haired Shinigami leapt into the air, holding her blade and outstretched both hands, beckoning its name as she released its Shikai state.

"Dance, So de no Shirayuki!!"

Exactly after saying the phrase, white translucent silk like-paper began to form in the now white, spotless sword's hilt. The earth beneath her started to turned all cold and icy, transparent ice formed on it, making the Hollows' jumbled feet slipped and fell onto the frozen ground, making the ice cracked a little because of its weight.

She then dived downward, white-colored sword pointed to the mask of both merged Hollows that were unluckily frozen thanks to the ice of So de no Shirayuki. It's not too long before the fragments of both Hollows flew and swirled around in the night blue sky, Rukia's head tilted up to look at how the white fragments loose to the darkness of the night.

She turned her head, looking cautiously at the rest of the Hollows. But she was shocked, purple eyes widening, when she saw Ichigo was completely surrounded by another horde of Hollows –possibly more or less 10 big Hollows were ganking him. She could only noticed his presences because of his reiatsu and an inch of a weird orange color in the middle of all white in the horde.

But why did the Hollows only targeted the redhead? Why didn't they attack her instead when she was on her off-guard? She thought to herself as she could saw a big black blade flailing on t air trying to kept the Hollows away as well as trying to slash them on the mask.

It seems like… he was just calling them…

She startled a little as she could felt Ichigo's reiatsu getting weaker and weaker, to the part she couldn't sensed it anymore. It was foolish of her!! She screamed to herself as she dashed forward, slashing through the Hollows, trying to cleared up the way.

Why would she was thinking over about useless things like that, feeling bemused with the scenes in front of her. She knew very well; careless in battle means death, and some carelessness would ended up as someone dying. Dying!! Like Kaien's death!! It was because her, and Rukia wouldn't let that happen anymore.

Why she didn't remember about Ichigo's condition and help him instead? He already acted strange just now on the way here, and she was the second to Orihime to know 'what would happen to Ichigo in battle if something was bothering him'. He would act worse, to the part he will be killed in ease.

"Ichigo!!" she shouted to the motionless body in front of her. It was Ichigo, a Hollow like-snake grasped his wrist tightly, as it was trying to eat the nearly passed out Shinigami.

Her eyes widened in fear as she noticed some blood pouring down from a fresh wound in his defenseless chest, all silk that was covering the part was torned out because of the Hollows' attack. Rukia screamed, she lunged forward with white blade in hand.

The Hollow which was holding Ichigo stunned a little when suddenly its feet began to be covered in ice, as well as the rest of the Hollows at the hill.

The snake-like Hollow roared, feeling pain as he released Ichigo's wrist and made him bumped onto the earth beneath, frowning as he coughed, feeling the pain of hitting the gritted earth and once more coughing again, making his chin covered in red ooze.

After the Hollow was completely frozen in ice, she slashed all the white cube in mere seconds with her shunpou ability, making the blocks of ice scattered like a snow powder along with the Hollows within it. The female Shinigami quickly ran to the coughing Ichigo on the ground, crouching her body so she could have a good look and examined the fresh wound on his friend's chest.

Ichigo!! Can you hear me!?"

The only reply she got was a faint gasping.

She outstretched both of her hands quickly, trying to use her healing kidou spell although still panicking, hands and fingers trembling as she mumbled the incantation. The spell was successful; her hand began to glow in an orange light and pointing it to the wound.

She hoped that it's not too late.

"Ichigo… Please wake up…! Answer me, Ichigo!!"

Ichigo could only saw Rukia's purple eyes flickering as more tears dropped from her eyelid, hitting his dry cheek that was covered in blood, watching silently as the warm light began to cover his entire body.

But he couldn't resist the temptation to just close his eyes.

He didn't feel pain anymore, he just feeling sleepy.

But he knew very well; if he closes his eyes, he might not wake up forever.

"Ichigo! ICHIGO!!!"

'I'm sorry… Rukia…'

'I can't stand it... anymore...'

Ichigo closed his eyes, letting his consciousness slipped away from him.


"Ichi…o…,"

"Ichi…go…,"

"Wake up, Ichigo."

"He frowned his eyebrow in annoyance of the never-ending voice that seems to be leashed near his ear.

He adjusted his position, in hope for the voice to be gone.

"Hihihihi… Are ya jus' bein' a sleepy head, King?"

The redhead woke up in fear after hearing that terrific giggle. It was the voice that was calling him before he passed out after watching the album. The queasy feeling that hit him right in the stomach when he saw the white boy's eyes!

He looked back and forth and gasped a little when he realized that he was in his own world; a world where everything was upside-down, countless sky-crappers building standing still in the twisted world of his mind.

He raised his eyebrow, cold sweat still beading on his face, for not finding anyone who have that terrifying voice.

"Oh, King…! How sweet of ya to lookin' fer me!!"

He was stunned by the giggle of the sudden voice, more sweat pouring down on his terrified face when a cold hand stroked his head, sending into his spine.

He turned back, only to be greeted by a sharp, cold metallic thing that tusked his neck, some tear of blood pouring down on his neck that was already damp with sweat.

The thing that tusked him; it was Zangetsu, a white Zangetsu, being held by an odd-wearing Shinigami (a pure white Shihakushou that seems to be just an exact copy of Ichigo's, 'sans the white part).

And that Shinigami who wore the weird Shihakushou, believe it or not, was pretty familiar with Ichigo in every way. It's just like he was looking at his twisted reflection on a magical mirror…

A white-tanned skin.

Spiky white hair.

A black sclera, and…

A golden iris.

The familiar man grinned widely; more sweat pouring down on Ichigo's stunned face after looking at the creepy and yet happy too of that man's face.

"Hello, Ichi-otouto."

-to be continued.


Okay… I wrote this chapter real quick, about 2 days in school, since usually it would take me about 1 full month to finish a chapter (either being lazy, busy playing game, or having a buncha exam at school xD). And, was it odd calling someone with '-otouto'? Since I've never encountered such word in… probably anywhere… Uuh, well, I just intended to straight out the thing that Ichigo was the younger twin, while Hichigo is the older one. And, of course you didn't think I will ended it all in chapter 2, right? :P There will be more to come. And would you mind clicking the button below and giving me some review or two? Don't hesitate to critics me in either my grammar, typos, story (if you don't like it), writing style (i know my writing style sucks. It's because i was influenced by the writing style of my first English novel i read, and can't copy the style nicely) or anything! Really! But just don't flame me, 'kay? ;) Bye-bye then!