Title: Ghost Car

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 430

Warnings: slight yaoi, boys kissing, you know, the good stuff ;)

Summary: Ichigo is dying, and his hollow half won't let him.

Dedication: gadzooks97 for requesting it

A/N: The others are coming soon. This is just the one that popped into my head as soon as I read the request. Oh, and the second paragraph is the ramblings of a dying man, sorry if it's OOC.

He knew he was dying as he lay in the grass, gasping for air as his blood painted the world red. His mind couldn't quite grasp the irony of the situation: he had defeated Aizen, Ichimaru, and so, so many more. To be dying now as a result of a drunk driver was just insulting.

Although…who knew shinigami could be hit by cars. Maybe it was a ghost car? Could cars die? He had never seen any in the Soul Society….maybe cars didn't become hollows, so they didn't need konso! Ichigo closed his eyes. His dad should have been a mechanic. Because then the pain of not being able to save his son might not be as strong…

King, His hollow side lured him into their world. But this time, there was no Zangetsu to fight over, and Ichigo still lay dying on the side of the building. This time, his world was fading, and he wanted to smile. He knew this meant he had accepted his death.

"King!" The hollow was persistent, shaking his colored version's shoulder.

"Go away. Can't I die once without you here?" the orange haired teen growled.

"No." A fire burned in the hollow's eyes, one that Ichigo knew all to well. "Because you cannot die!" The hollow leaned in, fastening his lips to Ichigo's.

Ichigo gasped and sat up, knocking the other boy back. To angry to notice that his world had stopped fading, he glared at his albino self. "What the hell was that for?!?"

The hollow grinned. "I'm keeping you here." And with that, he knocked Ichigo back to the ground, kissing him fiercely. Ichigo found himself responding, whether by accident or by choice he'd never know. He knocked the hollow's arms out from underneath him, and flipped them over so he was on top.

After all, he was King.

"That's it, don't stop fighting," the hollow gasped out, and Ichigo growled softly as he bit the other's ear. Faintly, he was aware of several sets of arms picking his soul up, but none of that mattered. Slowly kissing down his other half's neck, he bit down on a spot he knew was tender. The hollow moaned, and Ichigo felt his world slip away from him, but in a good way. The right way. His chocolate brown eyes blinked open, only to find Rukia, Orihime, Chad and Uryu smiling down at him.

"You lived," Orihime told him, and Ichigo felt the hollow sigh in relief. He did too. After all, how could he love the other boy if he was completely dead?