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Well shall I return to this? So many seem to enjoy this rather uke Shiro. XD Still...no one has convinced me to put smut in here. XD
Chapter 5
Shiro looked down outside the window at the street as little kids passed a ball back and forth. I...I wanna be outside for once... he thought. But...what if those monsters...Hollows right? What if they're out there? He couldn't stop the shiver that traveld up his pale, bare back. He shifted uncomfortably in his sweat pants, the grey look making his skin look almost sickly to him. I can't fight them...but...He looked at the small endtable where Ichigo kept his soul Reaper badge. He slowly rose to his feet and practically shuffled across the floor to pick it up and examine it. I...I want to help Ichigo... A loud noise made Shiro drop the badge and stare with wide eyes at the door.
"Hey, you still here?" He sighed with relief as Ichigo walked in, his usual, deep scowl on his face. Shiro shifted uncomfortably where he stood, avoiding the rather harsh look Ichigo was giving him.
Does he...hate me? Did I do something else...wrong? He wondered. "Ichigo..." Ichigo just rolled his eyes at him and he felt his heart beat painfully in his chest.
"Well...at least your standing and walking around. Put a shirt on ok?" Shiro gave him a confused stare and he sighed. "I gotta have Kisuke check on your health, ok? So come on. We leave soon."
Ichigo noted how Shiro's forgein lavander eyes seemed to brighten up as he walked as fast as he could to where his clothes laid folded. Not enough room in my closet...he grumbled and walked into the kitchen. As he put his stuff away, he could hear Shiro grumbling and struggling to put on his clothes. "You need help again?"
"N...n-o..." Shiro replied, slightly louder than normal, and very nervous sounding. Ichigo sighed and walked out to see Shiro sliding into a light blue turtleneck. "S...s...ee?"
Ugh... He felt like he was getting a headache from the way his Hollow acted so innocent sometimes. Seriously, this fucks up everything I knew about him... In fact, it was Orihime who told him to take Shiro to Kisuke's for a change, not have Kisuke come to his apartmeant.
"He's been up there for five days. Don't you think he deserves to be outside just like everyone else?" She had pointed out. He had agreed, but only so long as he could keep an eye on him.
I don't trust him as far as I can throw him... He told himself. But he hasn't been agressive so far... He sighed and ran a hand through his spiky orange hair. But still...can't be too careful. He waited as Shiro walked slowly in, staring up at him with his wide, lavander eyes. "Ready then?" He was a bit surprised at how eager Shiro seemed and nodded a bit quicker than usual. "All right then..." As he turned to open the door, a cool hand wrapped around his own. He yanked his hand away almost instantly, and he heard a tny whimper from behind. "I said don't touch me..." He said quietly.
"S...so...rr...y..." Shiro murmered. Ichigo rolled his eyes, not once sparing Shiro a glance as they left the small apartment.
Ichigo watched as Shiro looked around, seemingly scooting closer to him with every step. "Look, if a Hollow comes out, I'm sure we'll sense it, ok? Will you relax?" Shiro glanced at him and blinked a few times before smiling and looking around again. Geeze...talk about dealing with a little kid...
"Wh...where are...w...e goin...g...Ichigo?" Shiro asked slowly, rubbing his hands together nervously.
"To Kisuke's. He needs to do a checkup on you." He noted how Shiro seemed to shiver a bit at the man's name. "I really can't blame you for being nervous around him. I get that way too sometimes."
"R...re...ally?"
"Yeah, he's like a pedophile." He heard a soft chuckle and turned to see Shiro smiling, holding his bandaged hand to his mouth and looking at Ichigo.
"Y...yeah..." He tried his best to ignore the rather odd, tingling feeling in him as he watched the rather cute display.
Ugh, what? What the hell am I thinking? ! He shook his head. Damnit...
"Is...th...that it?" Shiro pointed ahead and Ichigo looked up to see the shop.
"Yeah...but he has that damned sign up!" He groaned, smacking his forehead with his hand. "I hate it when he decides to take 'breaks'..."
"Sh...should w...we try ag...ain lat-er?" Ichigo groaned and ran a hand through his hair, not seeing how Shiro seemed to follow the motion.
"Guess so. C'mon, let's walk a bit more then. I swear if we run into him again, I'm beating his ass." Shiro only chuckled quietly as they continued down the street. Ichigo watched him and for a brief second, a smile creeped up on him. I guess he isn't so bad at the moment... "So...do you remember anything yet?" He asked slowly. Shiro stopped and looked at his feet.
"N...no..." He whispered. "I...I don't-" He suddenly locked up. His head shot up asnd looked around frantically.
"What's wrong Shiro?" Ichigo walked over and shook his Hollow but was surprised at how he seemed frozen in place. "Shiro-" He then heard a loud, wailing howl and he cursed. "Shit, a Hollow now? !" He closed his eyes and focused on Zangetsu and reached behind him. He gripped Zangetsu as his soul maifested. "Shiro, get back to the apartment!" He said. He looked at Shiro and noticed at how distant his inner Hollow seemed. He grabbed his shoulders and shook him a bit. "Hey!" Shiro blinked and looked at him.
"H...Holl-ow."
"Yes, now go back , ok? I'll kill it and meet back up with you." Shiro nodded slowly, despite the odd, distant look in his eyes. "Alright, be back." With that Ichigo rushed off, leaving Shiro behind.
"Hmm...something smells good!" Ichigo leapt in front of a large, cat like Hollow and raised Zangetsu at it. "Oh, a Soul Reaper huh? Must be my lucky day!"
"No...not really." Ichigo said and rushed at it.
"Tsk, not wise, Soul Reaper." Ichigo's eyes widened as the Hollow's red eyes flashed and he found himself flung backwards. He crashed into a lightpost and groaned.
Ok...so an invisible forcefield of some kind? He wondered. Why are these damned things getting tougher? Ugh...
"Soul Reaper, perhaps you care to answer a question for me?" The creature all but purred. "I sense some rather...odd spiritual pressure not too far away from here. Know what it is?"
"Tsk, not a damned clue." Ichigo shrugged as he stood up, brushing himself off. The Hollow narrowed it's eyes dangerously and glared at the orange head.
"It's odd...you can sense it one second, then gone the next. But it has a rather...powerful taste to it. Familiar too."
Shit...maybe he senses Shiro somehow... Ichigo deduced. Since he can't remember anything, he has no idea of what kind of powers he has... Ichigo jumped as the cat lashed one of it's five tails his way. "Hey, wait 'till I'm ready, will ya?"
"Arrogant Soul Reaper. You take no time to evaluate your enemies do you?" It scoffed. "I, on the other hand, can teel that fighting you at full strength is a very bad idea." It smirked.
"You're just another Hollow to me. It doesn't matter what you can and can't do." Ichigo stated. He Flash stepped to his left and aimed his swing carefully, hoping to strike from the side.
"Hmph, foolish." As he sliced through one of it's tails, he felt another swiftly grab him by his waist. It jerked him around and smiled as he struggled. "My tails are useless, save for one. This one..." He squeezed tightly, causing Ichigo to gasp out in pain as he felt his chest being crushed in. "...will absorb your spiritual pressure." It smirks as Ichigo's struggles weaken and he drops the Substitute. Ichigo hisses as his arm hits the sharp, broken pavement, causing a huge gash to go down to his elbow.
Fuck! This is just my luck... He slowly rose and looked around for Zangetsu, but couldn't find his zanpakuto. Shit, no... The Hollow towered above him and grinned.
"The ending war must have made you weak, Soul Reaper. Makes you easy for me to-" The Hollow froze briefly and slowly turned around. "So then...that's what the source is." Ichigo glanced and saw Shiro staring up at the Hollow, his eyes wide and hazy.
"Shiro! What the hell are you-" He was abruptly cut off by a tail slamming into his chest. "Ngh, shit!" He cursed as he fell to his knees. "Get out of here!" Shiro continued to stare at the cat like Hollow, his lavander eyes hazy and dull. What's going on with him? ! "Shiro!"
"Hmm...what's up with this odd soul?" The larger Hollow wondered, leaning in close to Shiro. The albino didn't move, just continued to stare blankly.
Fuck...I can't get to him... Ichigo groaned as he attempted to stand again, wincing at the pain in his ribs. Even though he hated his inner Hollow, he still couldn't help the protective feeling he had. I need to help him! He watched as Shiro raised one hand out, as if to grasp at the Hollow above him. What the- There was a bright flash of purple and the next thing Ichigo could see was Shiro on the other side of the Hollow, holding an energy like sword, similar in shape to Zangetsu. The other Hollow shimmered and faded away and Ichigo stared at his inner Hollow, who in turn was staring at the energy sword in his hand. "H-how did you do that?" Ichigo asked. Shiro then looked at him and clumsily made his way over to Ichigo, the sword instantly fading away.
"Ichigo..." He leaned over Ichigo, worry shining in his lavander eyes. He flipped Ichigo over and placed one hand on his arm, another on his chest.
"Hey, I said don't-" He froze mid sentence as Shiro's eyes flashed briefly before he closed them, concentration evident on his face. His brown eyes widened as the pain in his arm and chest seemed to vanish. He looked to see his arm's large wound seal up and he looked back at his Hollow. "How...how did you..." Ichigo forgot what he was going to say the instant Shiro whimpered in pain and slouched down, holding his chest and arm. Ichigo watched as blood began to soak through Shiro's turtle neck and he sighed. "Did you seriously get hurt? I told you to g-" He watched as Shiro slumped against him, his hand grabbing Ichigo's arm.
"W...warm...mus-t b...be w...arm..." He whispered quietly. Ichigo lifted the albino's injured arm and froze.
Wait a second...did I just say he was injured? No...I had been, but he... He looked at Shiro's injuries; now a copy of what used to be on his own body. How did he do that?
"My my, bad stuff seems to happan to you when I'm not around, huh?" Ichigo turned and glared at Kisuke as he walked up. "What happaned here?"
"Kisuke, you will not believe what I'm going to tell you." Ichigo said. "But first...can we get Shiro here treated?" He felt like he owed the Hollow that much. He lifted the Hollow's now unconsious body into his arms and looked down at his peaceful looking face. What did you do Shiro?
Chapter 5 end
Woot~! Got this done before work~! I have a new fic idea in mind, so that may be next, but I do promise to work on finishing other fics as well. I'm trying to divide my time on all these fics lol. So pwease review~!