Hey there everybody! I know it's been a long time since this story has been updated but I'm here to tell you that the sequel is in the works!
Here's a short preview!
Tanned fingers stroked the newly healed scar. In his reflection, Ichigo watched his hand move across the puckered mark on his neck. It was almost surreal to look at. Even more surreal to think he almost died because of it. Ichigo positively loathed that he had another permanent scar from Shiro on his body, as if he needed another reminder of that man's torture. His eyes followed down the arm against his neck where an almost identical wound glared back at him. Like it's partner on his neck, it was slightly raised and had a deep pink color to it. Both of them still hurt at times, mainly when he pulled them in odd directions.
Ichigo had to resist the urge to punch the mirror, hating Shiro's little 'gifts'. Intuitively he knew it wouldn't do anything, it wouldn't magically heal him or take the memories away. But at least he wouldn't have to look at his reflection for a while. He let his now clenched fall to his side, letting out a deep sigh. The past months had been hard. Ichigo knew he had been relying on Toshiro a lot, most nights he stayed at his place, but recently he was trying to stay at his apartment more. He had gotten too used to having his love by his side. Not that Toshiro had seemed to mind, if anything the white haired man seemed to want the closeness just as much. Since the attack, both of them had been living in their own world, healing. That wouldn't last, though, which was why Ichigo was standing here fighting the compulsion to smash his reflection.