Shiro had given each one of his group a task.

Grimmjow should look for any Vampires causing trouble and bring them back in line.
Ulquiorra was ordered to search for the nest Ginjou had left and investigate it.
Starrk had to keep an eye on the slayers and if possible get them to agree to join forces.
Shinji should go to the flats in third street and see if he could find anything out through his visions.
Ginjou should stay put, since Shiro didn't really trust him to take action yet.

Now while all were kept busy the albino joined his boyfriend in the garden for training.
"So any ideas, how we should go about this?"
He asks as he walks over the lawn, brushing with one hand through his white hair and looking a bit helpless at Ichigo sitting cross legged on the grass.
Ichigo shakes his head in deny.
"But, there is something the Spirits told me. They said I got a grip on it when I faced Ishida."
Shiro sits down in front of him and eyes him seriously.
"Then tell me what happened."
Ichigo thinks for some time, replaying the happenings in his head before telling Shiro.
"I was angry, that they denied having hunted those families even when the evidence spoke against them. Then Ishida mocked me, saying I was more of a slayer than I wanted to admit, should I kill them now because I thought they did something I had no real proof for and I got even angrier. I grabbed Ishida and we argued, then I felt this dizziness and a wave of fear crashed down on me, among other feelings. It came from Ishida, he's afraid of me, that I change into a blood thirsting beast and kill him and everything around him."
The orangette ended his tale, hurt mixing into his voice at the end of it.

He looked uncertain at Shiro who stared idly at the grass before him, brows knitted together.
"The...dizziness is a sign that your abilities are mental, and that your strong emotions trigger it at the moment. But I don't know whether they are of a sensory or a reading kind of type. Or maybe even both."
"Then how do we find out?"
Ichigo asks curiously as Shiro gets up into a crouching position.
"We...will trigger it, until you learn how to do it deliberately."
The orangette didn't have the slightest idea how Shiro wanted to trigger it and he sure as hell didn't expect him to suddenly jump at him.

Shiro jumped forward, so fast that Ichigo had no time to react and grabbed him by the throat, pressing down on it and slowly cutting off his air supplies.
His eyes were cold and showed everything of the merciless beast Shiro could be and had been for over a century.
"Shi...ro. Let...go."
Ichigo wheezed, trying to claw the hand from his neck, desperation starting to bubble in his stomach.
"Try harder. Let that beast in you off his reigns or you'll die, Ichigo."
The albino snarled, pressing a little harder.
By now Ichigo wasn't just desperate, he was terrified to the core.
His vision got blurry and suddenly there was that wave of emotions again.
Ichigo saw all that what made Shiro who he was, going in front, the pain it caused him to do that to the one he loved.
Having had another grip on his abilities, Ichigo found some strength again and pushed his legs under Shiro and kicked him away from himself.

Ichigo took in much needed air and coughed some times, his wind pipe hurting like hell.
He knew Shiro had let go of him voluntarily, because he noticed he had triggered his ability.
"I didn't feel a thing."
Shiro stated, and Ichigo coughed again, replying sarcastically.
"Oh yeah? Maybe I should stomp on your neck like an elephant on a mouse."
"I'm sorry. I didn't like to do that either. It was just the easiest way."
Ichigo rubs over his sore throat, but his scolding look ebbed away.
"I know. I felt it."
Shiro stepped over to Ichigo and kissed him apologetically.
"I'm sorry."
He says again, receiving a scowl from Ichigo.
"Stop that. It doesn't suit you. I knew you wouldn't really kill me. Not without a reason."
He scolds the albino, smirking slightly and tilting his head a bit at the last part.

Shiro hesitates to ask his next question, unsure if Ichigo was willing to go on.
"Shall we try something else?"
"That's a good idea. Actually I know what I want to do now."
Ichigo sits down on the grass cross legged, rests his lower arms on his knees and closes him eyes.
"Meditation?"
The albino wonders, surprised that Ichigo, with his short temper, even was able to do something like that.
He'd guessed that the young man hadn't the nerve for being calm and motionless.
So against his better judgment, he watched Ichigos breathing flatten and his posture relax.
Shiro asks himself, what Ichigo wants to achieve with that, but since he doesn't have anything to do he'd have to wait.

Ichigos POV

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings I caught from Shiro, trying to find them again through my will.
Eventually I felt how my body went lax and a deep calmness came over me.
I floated in the darkness, that surrounded me like a warm blanket, feeling with invisible hands for Shiros emotions.
The ones he showed freely, the ones he hid and those he tried to bury deep within him, but couldn't block from my eyes.
As I was feeling around I found many, little lights all around me, so many that they made a carpet of light under me and then, I found Shiro.
He was right in front of me, glowing like all the little lights and I felt a wave of impatience come from him.
Suddenly I heard a voice whisper, faint like a breeze.

"The heart. You can see it."

I opened my eyes again and saw Shiro, looking at me with one eyebrow raised, but layered over his normal image was that glowing light.
The grass under us, the few trees, even the little insects hushing over the ground, they all were glowing with this strange light.
I looked up into the sky, seeing a bird fly by and I felt that it was hungry.
Furrowing my brows I lowered my gaze again, seeing two little ants fighting and noticing their anger on each other.

"Ichigo. Are you alright?"
Shiro asked me, so I looked up to him, smiling a bit shyly.
"I'm not entirely sure."
Well, I better wouldn't have said that, Shiro immediately jumped up and hurried over to me, his worry for me was suffocating.
"Shiro. I'm fine. Just stop worrying, you're smothering me."
He looked at me like someone whom you just have told that pigs could fly, well I guess I would have looked the same.
Actually a moment later I was sure, that I looked exactly the same way like him, when I saw a glowing figure appear next to Shiro.

Normal POV

Ichigo stared awestruck past Shiro.
The albino followed his stare but found nothing to be there, cocking an eyebrow he looked back at Ichigo.
"What's wrong? You seeing a ghost?"
"Y-yeah."
Shiros scowl got deeper, was Ichigo fucking with him now?
But then he heard a voice, one he was sure he never would hear again.

"Fear not, filius de duo, you simply achieved your goal."
"N-Nemu? H-how can I see you. I thought you only could speak to me in my dreams."
Ichigo stuttered, pointing at the ghost like figure and turning pale until he almost matched Shiro.

The albino, still didn't see anything, he just heard the female, but probably only because she wanted him to, or so that he wouldn't think Ichigo had gone mad.
Maybe even both.

"I'm here to tell you about the things you see and feel, to explain you your ability. Filius de duo -"
"My name is Ichigo. Please stop calling me that strange name."
Ichigo interrupted her and she smiled at him, what of course only he could see.
"Very well. Ichigo, be it made by nature or made by man, all creation has a heart, a soul. No matter how hard we try to mask or change ourselves, we can't change our soul. With your ability you are able to look past every facade and see the real being and feel the true feelings of mankind. You will need it very soon, so train and try to bring it near perfection."
Nemu began to fade, and Ichigo called after her.
"And how do I deactivate this?"
A light laughter like church bells rung in the air, then with an echoing sound the already faded Nemu told.
"It's like controlling your fangs."
Ichigo got the hint, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply before letting the air out slowly.

When he opened his eyes again, the lights were gone and he didn't feel any other emotions than his own.
Shiro was baffled and gaped like a fish on the dry.

"What in all heaven and hell has just occurred?"
He asked, rather old fashioned, once he relatively found his bearings again.
Ichigo smirked suddenly wanting to tease him so he answered.
"That my dear partner, was the bell ringing for the next round. So shall we continue then?"
Shiro got out of his stupor and started to chuckle violently.
"Oh, that was great. You could be from another century. Were did you learn that?"
Ichigo smirked, stood up and made a curtsey.
"The education for best manners in old English style, you can get in Karakura highs drama group."
By now Shiro was rolling on the floor, holding his stomach as tears streamed down his face.
"That's the best, you, an actor!"
Now, Ichigo would bring it to the top, he straightened up, held his nose high and spoke nasally.
"My friend. I'm indignant. Such unfitting behavior for a noble man like yourself. You should be ashamed."
That was the last straw, Shiro lay wheezing on the lawn, his sides acing and slowly his laughter died down.
"Fuck. Please, no more. I'm dying."

"Fine, can we get back to business then."
"Just one more minute."
Shiro told between some strong intakes of breath.
Ichigo really was full of surprises.

Elsewhere

To be exact at the slayers base, Starrk miraculously managed to get all slayers to work together with Shiros group.
Well, it wasn't that miraculously.
After telling them of the prophecy, Ichigos role in it and that, should they loose, all hell would break down onto the world, they almost begged to help.
Probably only because they get a chance to kill some Vampires, without having to double check that they won't get on the receiving end of Ichigos wrath.

For Grimmjow instead, it had been a rather uneventful day.
No rogue Vampire was running around and causing trouble, so he already was on his way back to the mansion.
Ulquiorra also was heading there, with some new information about the nest, or better about what had remained of it.

Shinji had tried to get any visions, while staying at the flats in third street, but kept unsuccessful.
Now that the sun began to set, he had enough and rose from his position in the middle of one of the rooms.
He dusted himself off and turned around, just to face a figure standing in the door frame and being illuminated from behind, so his features kept hidden through the sunlight.
Shinji blinked several times, trying to see anything more, than just a shadow like figure.
"Who are you?"
He barked at the foreigner.
A baritone voice, soft like silk spoke.
"I'm hurt that you already forgot me. After all it was me, who gifted you this life."
"You! What the fuck do you want?"
The person was right in front of Shinji in a blink of an eye, whispering into his ear.
"Tell Shiro, in seven days from today, the curtain to this childish play shall fall and Lucifer's children will rise like phoenix from the ash."
As suddenly as he appeared he was gone, leaving a fear struck Shinji behind, who's legs gave out under him a minute later.
"We are fucked, Shiro."

Chapter 29
End

Oh joy xD

Well I told you I would finish this story and then probably not write anything for a while, right?

. . .

So
fucking
wrong

Even though I really don't have the time, nor really the desire, I found myself writing on a continuation of Angeli Sanguis.
So guys, if I can beat myself to it, you'll sooner or later find season 2 of AS on ff . net, once season 1 is finished.

And a bunch of sequels

Well, as I said.
If I can beat myself to actually write and satisfy my evil brain and those plot bunnies nesting in it xD.