Chapter 7

Shiro dodged the vase that came flying towards his head casually, his expression unamused.

"Fuck you! I'm going to go see my family!" Ichigo roared, Shiro rolling his eyes, opening his mouth to repeat what he had said earlier. He ducked when Ichigo threw a knife.

"You are dead to them Ichigo," he reminded him, grabbing the pillow Ichigo threw at him. He was thankfully running out of ammo.

"Stop this idiocy at once," he ordered, narrowing his eyes in annoyance when Ichigo screamed at him. It looked like the incredible hulk rampaged through the penthouse. The bed was thrown across the room, it's frame twisted and broken. The walls were cement but Ichigo had managed to dent them, leaving bloody fisted prints behind. A few chunks from the roof had fallen to the floor, one deadly close to Shiro.

He wasn't amused in the slightest.

He was going through a phase Shiro called separation tantrums, the annoying acts normal for a new vampire as himself.

But that didn't mean Shiro wanted to tolerate it. He was seriously wondering why he had turned him and how he should kill him.

"Ichigo, calm down," Shiro ordered, Ichigo screaming out his rage, scratching his face and making it bleed.

Shiro took a step towards him when he yelped in agony, concern running through his system. He knew Ichigo was stupid, but self harm was going a little too far.

"I just wanna see my fucking family!" he screeched, kicking a chunk of the ceiling that had fallen to the ground. It hit the chandelier, Shiro's eyes widening when the ceiling groaned. A small rip formed along the ceiling, growing longer. Shiro swore he saw smoke appear from it before everything became silent.

The cord holding it up snapped. Shiro ducked, sprinting towards Ichigo quickly and tackling him down, rolling behind the bathroom door just as the crystal chandelier shattered onto the ground. Crystal shot across the room, pushing the door in slightly from the force, Shiro and Ichigo's bodies the only things keeping it from slamming shut.

Then there was silence.

Shiro panted against Ichigo's forehead, pulling away from him and sitting up. He looked down to him, sighing at his bloodied face. He stood up, trying to push the door open. A giant crystal that impaled the ground kept it there.

He looked to his ruined room, his eyebrow twitching.

That was it.

Ichigo screeched when Shiro grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled him over his shoulder, stomping to the door that led to the kitchen, Ichigo screaming at the top of his lungs. He punched his back, scratched and clawed at him, screaming bloody murder with rage and desperation.

He wanted to see his family!

Shiro opened the door calmly, closing it behind him softly.

He wasn't mad.

He put Ichigo on his feet, grabbing his neck.

Ichigo stilled, his eyes going wide.

He wasn't mad.

Ichigo was across the room with a crash, the counter shattering. He blinked up at the ceiling, slowly moving his fingers and toes before standing back up. He touched a finger to his bleeding lip, looking to Shiro in confusion and disbelief, looking like a kicked puppy. Shiro was surprised he was still conscious, this one moment speaking volumes about him.

"One dumbass, you can't see your family, you would expose all vampires or they might think of you as a ghost and try to exorcist when you go crazy for blood.

Two dumbass, I can't take you to go see them, that is against vampire fuckin' rule!"

Shiro was seething but he quickly regained his composure, sighing as Ichigo sat back down, his eyes solemn. He wanted nothing more than to leave him here and walk out, but as his only protector, he couldn't do that. It had only been a week anyway.

He tried not to groan at the fact he had still had a long way to go, walking slowly up to Ichigo. He touched a hand to his head, smiling softly when he looked up to him, kneeling in front of him.

"I'm sorry for hitting you," he apologized, Ichigo rolling his eyes.

"No, I went out of pocket. I trashed your place and made a fool of myself." Shiro was relieved he at least realized that much.

"Let me see."

Shiro lifted Ichigo's head by his chin, inspecting his lip. The wound was already healing but the blood had created a mess. Shiro leaned forward, sucking Ichigo's lip into his mouth. Ichigo stared at him wide eyed, stark still.

His eyes slowly fluttered closed when Shiro leaned in closer, his tongue slipping into his mouth. Ichigo could taste his blood and mint, the taste alone turning him on. Ichigo gasped softly when he nipped his tongue, pulling away from the kiss with Shiro's bottom lip between his teeth. He released and it smacked back against his teeth, his lip glossy with his saliva.

"Does this building have another room we can stay in?" Ichigo asked huskily, Shiro shaking his head.

"Most of the building had burned down, all the places you saw were the only places that didn't burn." He kissed him again, though more chastely before pulling away, pulling him to his feet.

"We will have to leave now though. Anybody could have heard the chandelier fall and could be calling the cops now. We will have to hurry, we have a few hours til sunrise."

Though it was sudden, Shiro would rather risk losing everything rather than being exposed. The world wasn't ready for that.

They left all possessions behind and left, the police arriving just as they left the building. They went unnoticed as Shiro led Ichigo through the back ways, a scarf put over Ichigo's nose and mouth. Shiro didn't want to risk his exposure to the outside world so soon, more afraid that he would have to kill him rather than having to try and stop him from killing a passing bystander. He was holding out good so far though, his nose having yet to pick up the scent of blood. Shiro thanked the dainty smell of musk and rot in the alley's, stopping by a sewer drain.

Ichigo looked into it with revulsion, taking a step back.

"I'm not going in there," he told him, Shiro rolling his eyes. He was such a fucking baby.

"We are going in there. This sewer leads out of Karakura town and into Tokyo. If we get there before sundown I can find us a place. But you have to move now." Shiro's eyes never left Ichigo's, but a slow chill ran up his spine.

Before Ichigo could respond Shiro heard a deep chuckle from behind him. He turned to face the man approaching, the smell of booze strong enough to make him sick.

"Well what do we have here?"

He looked over his shoulder when he heard Ichigo yelp, two men standing behind him, one of the man's arms holding him still, the second guy eyeing him hungrily. Shiro grit his teeth in anger.

Overgrown playground bully drunks were not who he wanted to deal with at the moment. Shiro looked to the guy advancing towards him, narrowing his eyes.

"Just cooperate, it'll feel so much better that way. For us anyway." The three guys laughed, the little hair's all over Shiro's body standing up at the sound of Ichigo's scream. He back flipped behind the two guys, growling lowly at the sight of the man's hands in Ichigo's pants, the other's just beginning to slide over his ass.

He grabbed the closest one by his hair, pulling hard to get him away from Ichigo. He grabbed the arm of the one with his hand in Ichigo's pants, snapping the bone in two. His girdle scream of agony was music to his ears, a snarl torn from his throat as he kicked him in the back, his scream cut short as his spine was broken.

He pushed Ichigo against the brick wall, turning to the guy whose hair he had pulled. He sprinted towards him, growling as he tried to run away, his scream short lived. Shiro pulled his hand from his chest, dropping the chunk of his lung to the floor. He turned quickly when he heard Ichigo yelp, seeing the third guy trying to pull down his pants, his own around his ankles.

He was trying to force his dick into Ichigo's mouth, slapping him when he pushed him away. Shiro's eyes bled red.

The guy looked up when he heard a low growl, Shiro striding towards them with deadly purpose. The streetlamps dimmed, the guy taking a step back as he finally noticed the pair of red eyes slowly approaching him.

"Cover your ears Ichigo."

Ichigo did as he was told, curling into a ball and covering his ears. The screams wouldn't be blocked out. They seemed to last forever, shrill with pain and sobs. He could hear the man begging, could smell his tears and his blood. He could hear his heart beat loud and fast, the ground seeming to rumble with each thud. Then all of a sudden it stopped.

Ichigo opened his eyes slowly, staring off into the darkness. It reminded him of when he first woke up, a tear falling down his cheek as he sent up a prayer for the return of light. His prayer seemed to be answered as slowly the street lamps turned back on, the dim light filling the shady alley once again.

Ichigo uncovered his ears when he saw Shiro's shoes step in front of him. He looked up, cowering away at his bloodied hands and face. But he wasn't looking at him. He was looking somewhere off into the distance, his eyes clouded.

"Shiro?"

Shiro blinked his eyes before looking down to Ichigo, giving him a small smile.

"It's alright now Ichigo." He grabbed his arm, helping him to his shaky feet. Ichigo pulled his hand away, wiping the blood onto his jeans. Shiro made no comment on it.

"Come on, it's time to go," he urged, kneeling down and grabbing the sewer top, pulling it up with little effort.

Ichigo this time did not hesitate, jumping into the dark depths. Shiro followed after him, reaching back up to close the lid. He looked to the man not that far from him, feeling sick at the sight, yet proud all the same.

His bones laid beside him, burning away slowly into ash. His eyes were gone, his hands and feet cut off. His intestines lined up on the alley floor, his blood now dust.

His small smirk fell into a frown.

He would never let Ichigo witness such a crime. He just hoped he could prolong his transformation for just a bit longer. He closed the lid, preparing himself for whatever was down there.

He would not allow Ichigo to lose himself in his own darkness near humans. He would not have what happened with Brad be repeated.

Author's note: Short but didn't have a whole lot of idea's or time. So much for summer vacation. :(