A/N:

WOW. Been awhile mates. Heh

Chapter Warnings: InSaNiTy StRiKeS

Characters Introduced: Mentions of Ichigo's "Other Side".

Insanity: Mental illness or derangement.

Ichigo stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror as gelled fingers worked their magic on the crazy head of orange hair he owned. The plane ride home had been absolute torture to Ichigo's mind, and he was currently not on speaking terms with anyone and everyone. He sighed as he leaned forward and let his throbbing head rest against the cool glass. Ichigo's eyes closed, and for a brief moment Ichigo felt a little better. He knew it wouldn't last long.

"Yo, what's with tha' pitiful face King?"

Ichigo jumped. Brown eyes widened until his eyebrows were almost touching his hairline, and Ichigo glanced around furiously looking for Urahara. No one was there.

"What the hell?" Rough hands came up to massage his tender neck, hoping it would clear away some of the fog in Ichigo's mind. Maybe if he got rid of this damn headache, he wouldn't be hearing all sorts of crazy-

"King!"

The voice literally echoed around the whole bathroom, making Ichigo turn to check every crevice he could find with a beating heart. That single word seemed to bounce off a wall, go through his head, and then repeat the process over and over again. Ichigo pulled at his hair in an attempt to wake himself up, and large clumps of hair gathered into his fists. Tears gathered at the corners over his eyes, but did not fall. He could withstand a bit of pain, after all.

"King."

"King!"

"King~"

"King."

"King!"

"What the hell do you want from me?" Ichigo fell to the tiled floor in confusion, and he scooted back against the wall to guard his back. Deep scratches marred Ichigo's face as he drug his fingernails down the flushed skin of his cheeks. His harsh breaths echoed in the small room as he tried to reel in his fear. Nothing was here? Ichigo looked around the tiled floor all the way up to the splatter-painted ceiling, but nothing was visible.

"Fu-ck." Ichigo released a pent up breath when no response from the mysterious voice sounded. With a harsh sigh, Ichigo found himself laying on the floor with his eyes closed and a scowl featured on his tan face.

That's how Kisuke Urahara found him; laying on the floor. Urahara had startled a little when he walked into the bathroom and found his student seemingly hurt, but when he noticed the steady rise and fall of breath Urahara was sure that Ichigo was simply asleep. With a sincere smile, Urahara lifted Ichigo into his arms and carried him out to his own room.

Orange hair clashed horribly with the royal blue of Urahara's bedsheets, but the older man thought the contrast brought out the beauty in Ichigo's unique hair. Urahara took a few seconds to soak up the sight before him, silently appreciating having such a beauty for a student.

After a minute or two, Urahara went to the bathroom to fetch a bowl full of cold water and a clean rag. The temperature in the bedroom was slightly chilly, and Ichigo's skin had goose flesh from the cold air hitting his exposed skin. Urahara quickly fixed Ichigo's rumpled clothing and put the wet rag onto his forehead. A tan arm flinched as the cold rag touched his skin, but after a moment it stilled again.

"What in the world happened to you, Ichigo?" Urahara asked himself as he watched emotions flick over Ichigo's face in his unconscious state. Urahara bit his lip and as he reached down to push Ichigo's hair out of his face, was suddenly shocked to find a familiar hand around his throat by a very much awake Ichigo.

"I-Ich-" Urahara's hands quickly flew up to the appendages around his neck to free the air that was begging for release. His chocking breaths were loud in the silent room, and as his eyes started to roll back into his head, Urahara heard a voice.

"Who do ya think ya are?"

Followed by the sickening sound of a masochistic laugh. Urahara couldn't hold on much longer, and felt his consciousness slip through his grip. His body slumped against Ichigo's as Urahara took his last chocking breath.

The cackle continued to flow through Ichigo's lips, and he smiled as he glanced into a nearby mirror; his teeth now pointed at the ends and his eyes gold and black. Tufts of orange hair were grabbed roughly by shaking hands, and 'Ichigo' tugged until the strands started to fall out and land on the ground beside Urahara.

With shaking legs, 'Ichigo' made his way to the mirror with the smile still plastered on his face. A mere second passed before Ichigo's fist passed through the glass and sent shards in every direction. Blood ran down his knuckles, and when the urge came over him, Ichigo pulled his bloody fist to his mouth and licked one of the prominent streams off with a chuckle.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!"

Ichigo felt the laugh slip out, and he realized it wasn't actually him doing any of this at all. Something had came over him, but Ichigo's strength was sapped by whatever was inside his mind.

You're mine.

Those words echoed in his mind as Ichigo felt himself gaining control of his body once again. With a sudden intake of breath, Ichigo's knees buckled under him and he hit the tile flooring roughly. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, and his brown eyes were impossibly wide as his gaze flew over the unconscious body of Urahara Kisuke.

"Urahara!" Ichigo started to scoot towards the still body, but a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over him. With one final look at his teacher, Ichigo fainted, still wandering if his teacher was alive or not, and still wandering what the hell had happened.

"Gone? What do you mean gone?" A furious teal-haired man stood angrily at the door of Szayel, who looked as if he had just gotten out of bed.

"Grimmjow, I'm only telling you the truth. The whole crew packed up and left town late yesterday. I didn't even know till this morning, myself."

Grimmjow swore loudly and marched off from Szayel's room, online to find himself face-to-face with his own door. He didn't want to go. Grimmjow knew the room would be empty, he knew, and he hated it. After so many years of being alone, he couldn't bear to look at the last place he had seen Ichigo. Ichigo had left him! Without a goodbye...

"Mother fuckin' shit!" he pushed open the door and slid inside, expecting total silence but wished for the embrace of his orange headed lover. Instead Grimmjow was met with the expectant and hungry brown eyes of Elf.

"Woof!" the small dog happily padded towards Grimmjow, finally happy to see someone he knew.

Grimmjow couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle as his so called 'child' came to him begging for food. Without a second thought, a pile of dog food was scooped into Elf's food dish, and the small dog was munching away without any worries.

"Where'd mommy go, Elf?" he asked the dog, who seemed to be more enthused with his food than Grimmjow himself. With an unhappy sigh, Grimmjow walked around the room, taking careful notice to all of Ichigo's things that were missing. As he was looking through the books, Grimmjow came across a rapidly written note hiding in-between The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and A Raisin in the Sun, which were both books Ichigo had brought with him and left in Grimmjow's room.

With a sudden feeling of nervouness, Grimmjow unfolded the small parchment.

Grimm,

I'm sorry. We had to leave, and I can't tell you why. Don't forget about me, Blueberry. I'll miss you.

-Ichigo

"God damn it!" the paper flew across the room and landed in the corner. Grimmjow felt his heart break. Is this what liking someone always felt like?, Grimmjow thought to himself. If so, he didn't want to be part of the process ever again.

Ending A/N's:

No lemon. I will eventually, I swear. But anyways, get ready for the new BADBOYICHIGO! I've added a new poll to my spaaaace, so please go vote:3

We need to find out a new man for Ichigo to pine over while he's separated from Grimmy-chaaan. Who though?

Thanks for reading, and please answer the poll!

-A