Chapter 5

"Hey Ichigo come see this!" Ichigo looked up from the sand castle he was making, smiling wide at his friend Brad. He scrambled to the edge of the sandbox, hopping out and running to Brad's side. Brad wasn't holding anything though, Ichigo frowning in confusion.

"What do I see?" he asked, Brad shushing him. They went to the back of the slide, Brad opening his mouth.

Ichigo stared in awe. Two of his teeth were really sharp, the mere sight too amazing for Ichigo to comprehend.

"How did you get these?" Ichigo asked, touching one of the teeth. He pulled his hand back with a gasp when Brad almost bit his hand off. He laughed, Brad laughing with him.

"A man gave them to me when I was sick. He had them too!"

The next day, Brad's parents were murdered and he went missing.

There was a case, but the evidence all led back to Brad. But how could such a little boy kill his own parents?

...

Ichigo ran his fingers over his neck distractedly, his eyes staring off into the distance.

"Ichigo why do you keep doing that?"

His mind bled back to reality. Loud chatter erupted around him, his vision clearing from it's haze, his stiff body finally relaxing. He looked to Karin, her eyes curious.

Ichigo shrugged, putting his hand back on the table. The marks were as plain as day, exposed for everyone to see. Yet, why did she not see them?

"I slept the wrong way," he lied, looking down to the pizza sat down in front of him. He looked around, seeing all the people that surrounded them.

That's right.

He was at Eddie's Pizza.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Karin asked, putting the back of her hand to his forehead. She frowned, pulling her hand away.

"You don't seem to have a fever… Why do you look so sick?" Ichigo stood up, his eyes downcast. His vision blurred, his hand twitching.

"I need to use the restroom," he grumbled, Shiro watching him as he walked away.

"Can I eat your pizza?!" Karin yelled after him, shrugging when Yuzu gave her a glare.

"Should I go check up on him?" Isshin asked worriedly, Shiro raising a hand when he stood.

"No."

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Ichigo gagged, his eyes watering as he finished emptying his stomach. He stood on shaky legs, leaning against the stall door. His eyes stared off into space, his mind unable to create a coherent thought. He just felt so drained, the stall door the only thing keeping him standing.

"Venom."

Ichigo blinked at the familiar voice, Starrk appearing before him.

"What?" Ichigo managed to whisper, his voice hoarse and weak. It felt like his throat was closing, every intake of breath agonizing.

"My venom runs through your veins now. In time you will be all mine." Starrk advanced closer, wrapping an arm around Ichigo's waist, pulling him closer. Without the support from the stall door Ichigo nearly collapsed, Starrk running a finger down his flushed cheek.

"It will only hurt for a little while," Starrk soothed as Ichigo began to gasp for breath, his hands weakly gripping his shirt, his eyes wide as the ability to breath was slowly stripped from him.

"Shh shh," Starrk whispered as Ichigo tried to cry out for help, Starrk letting Ichigo fall to his knees.

"It'll all be over soon," Starrk whispered into his ear, pushing him down to the ground. Tears fell down Ichigo's temples as Starrk stripped him bare, his tongue lapping at his neck. Lips pulled back to expose sharp canines, the teeth glistening with saliva.

"This is going to hurt the most."

Ichigo gasped when suddenly Starrk was thrown across the room, his vision blurring as he curled into a ball, clutching his throat as he fought for breath.

He couldn't register what was happening, but he could see movement out of the corner of his eye. White and black danced in his vision, red smearing them both.

Ichigo jolted when he felt something warm gush onto him, the barely there sound of a scream lost to his ears.

"Ichigo?!" Then there was hands all over, coaxing him to lay down onto his back. The hands removed his own from his neck, Ichigo raising his hands into the air. Red smeared his arms and hands, Ichigo gasping when his throat seemed to collapse into itself.

"Fuck why didn't you say anything!"

Then there was breath and heat against his neck, something wet licking the burning marks. Ichigo's breath was stolen away when something sharp sank into skin. Pain rushed through his body, everything feeling as if it was slowly being drawn out of him.

His hands gripped hard shoulders, his eyes closing. The teeth pulled away, Ichigo putting a hand to the wound as it gushed with blood. The white blob was finally in sight, yellow eyes the only thing he could distinguish from the maddening white.

It returned and hot skin rubbed against him, Ichigo groaning when teeth sank back into his flesh. His ability to breathe was only getting worse, his shaking legs spread. Ichigo arched when finger's touched him, the tips ice cold even though the body above him was so hot.

As the finger's sank into his body, Ichigo's life flashed before his eyes.

Pulled into a painful slumber, he fell.

...

"Mommy!" Ichigo called weakly, looking to the lifeless body laying face down in the sand. He ran down the hill to her, his legs shaking as he stopped beside the body. He fell to his knees, pressing a hand to the bleeding shoulder.

"Mommy?" There was no response, Ichigo's bottom lip trembling as he used all the strength he had left to turn her onto her back. Dried blood had mixed with sand, the red now a disgusting brown.

Ichigo put a hand to her cheek, visibly shaking as he brushed some sand off her skin.

"Mommy wake up," he whispered, tapping her cheek. Sirens approached, Brad coming to stand beside him.

"I couldn't stop. I tried but I couldn't stop..."

Ichigo clenched his hands into fists, throwing his head back with a sobbing scream.

"Mommy!"

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Ichigo came to slowly. His eyes were heavy, his first attempt to open them futile. He closed them tight before trying again, his eyelids finally lifting. A familiar ceiling was above him, Ichigo blinking as he tried to bring up any memory. He didn't have any though. He didn't know how he got into his room, since his last memory was going to Eddie's Pizza. But he didn't remember leaving there. Or even entering the place…

"You know, you shouldn't make yourself such an easy target."

Ichigo frowned at the voice, sitting up slowly. His spine protested with a scream, Ichigo grunting in pain, putting a hand to his back with a hiss.

"Don't move too much."

A white hand appeared in his vision, a finger hooking beneath his chin and lifting his gaze. Ichigo was confused when he saw Shiro.

"Wha-"

"Starrk had infected you, and I had to replace it with my own venom to keep you from dying and turning there. The process will repeat itself though and you will turn."

Ichigo was so confused that he wasn't sure if he was in a dream or not. He pulled away from Shiro's hand, his eyes never leaving his.

"What are you talking about?" Ichigo asked slowly, trying to ignore the pain in his lower back and ass.

"I told your family that you had passed out from exhaustion, and since they are unable to see Starrk, they are unaware of what happened."

Ichigo raised a hand, stopping Shiro from going any farther. He put a hand to his head, gritting his teeth as more questions arose.

"What are you talking about?" he growled, gasping when Shiro pinned him down to the bed.

Yellow eyes.

Ichigo's eyes widened, his body frozen with fear.

"Vampires Ichigo. I'm talking about vampires." Shiro bared his teeth, two sharp canines protruding, Ichigo flinching away in fear.

"They don't exist," he whimpered weakly, his hands clenching into fists when Shiro grinded against him.

"Only because your Yuzu's brother did I protect you," Shiro hissed in pleasure, Ichigo's thighs shaking.

"But not even I can stop someone from turning." Ichigo moaned, the friction enough to make his mind fog with pleasure and loose all coherency.

Shiro nipped his neck, licking the pulse beneath his skin.

"The process of turning will be painful. It will spread slow, corrupt all your organs, every cell, every tissue. This is the only way to make you not feel the full force of the pain it will cause you."

Ichigo was gasping now, his hands gripping and clutching whatever they could, his nails scratching down Shiro's back as he arched.

"I-I don't understand," Ichigo whimpered, grabbing Shiro's ass and pulling him closer, spreading his legs so he could push against him harder. Shiro reached beneath the blanket and into Ichigo's pants, stroking him quickly.

"When you wake up, you'll hate me. You'll understand and want to die. This is the small luxury I can give you before the truth becomes your reality."

Ichigo moaned, his eyes unable to open, his mind fogged, his body weak.

"You'll have to be shut away until you can control yourself. You'll go crazy, you'll kill your family if you stay here."

Ichigo sobbed out a moan, Shiro's hand leaving his girth and trailing down his balls. Ichigo arched with a hiss when a finger pushed into him, his eyes finally managing to open.

What he saw wasn't human. Black lines crossed over Shiro's right cheek and down his neck, the lines smoking. The smell of sulfur wafted into his nose, Ichigo gripping Shiro's shoulders when something deep inside him was touched.

His skin was as white as marble, his eyes yellow, the white area now black. His lips were parted, pants that sounded like a wild boar escaping his throat.

"You'll no longer be able to see the sun. Or your family ever again. From now on, there will only be darkness."

With another touch to the thing deep inside, Ichigo exploded. His climax happened so quickly his vision became dark, the breath stolen from his lungs. Shiro pulled away, Ichigo left spent, harsh pants escaping his dry throat.

Shiro sat on the edge of his bed, Ichigo looking to him with content eyes. His eyebrows furrowed.

What had just happened?

He sat back up, feeling he should have been more afraid. But the emotion felt to no longer exist.

He turned away from him, looking to his stained pants. He kicked them off, looking to Shiro over his shoulder.

"What does me having to be Yuzu's brother have to do with any of this?" he asked, Shiro looking to him out of the corner of his eye.

"Yuzu was the only who accepted me. She is my only true friend. Because of that, I would do anything to make her happy." Ichigo snorted, turning to face him.

"Then why don't you go out with her? She loves you," Ichigo pointed out, Shiro looking to him.

"The way I touched you, I could not do the same to her. She would burn."

Ichigo was confused, his body going against his will, creeping closer.

"Why would she burn?"

Shiro looked into his eyes, his own lidded with question and lust. Ichigo gasped when he kissed him, but it was chaste and he pulled away just as quickly.

"They all do. You are the first to not burn."

Ichigo's eyes widened, his body stiffening when Shiro's hand slid down his stomach, his eyes following the movement.

"Forgive me."

Ichigo flinched back when Shiro leaned forward, a gasp of pleasure escaping his lips when he licked his neck. His eyes became lidded with pleasure, Ichigo suddenly pulling away before Shiro could bite his neck.

"My family!" Where are they?" he asked in a rush, knowing that if they were home they would have heard what just happened.

Shiro pinned him down again, Ichigo struggling at first. He wanted to see his family! He wanted too… He wanted…

Tears spilled forth without his permission, Shiro pulling away with a frown.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, Ichigo covering his eyes with his arm.

"I won't be able to see them?" he whispered shakily, Shiro's frown lifting. He placed his head on his shoulder, sighing.

"After this, never gain. Tomorrow you'll turn. But you'll also die. They'll plan your funeral and bury you. When you come too, all they and you will know is that… You had died."

Ichigo took in a shaky breath, looking to Shiro with scared eyes.

"I don't want to die," he whispered, Shiro smirking, putting a hand to his thigh.

"Then let me show you the luxuries of your last day of being alive."

As Shiro kissed him, Ichigo's only thought was his family. His last day, and… His family wasn't here.

Something darkened inside of him.

Author's note: I know I kind of rushed it, but eh. These things happen.