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Ok, for awhile I said 'No, don't wanna do this one again yet' Then I'm like, 'Ah, but this is close to being done~!' which is true. I'm thinking about...6 chappies? Maybe more, maybe less, I dunno. So shall we tango?

Chapter 8: Taken

Shiro ran a hand through his white hair as he sat on Ichigo's bed, a million thoughts buzzing through his mind. What can I say to him to not make it awkward? He thought. I mean...even I'm not sure if I really l...l...damnit I can't even think of the word! But he knew better. His new found heart was beating faster at the very thought of seeing Ichigo come out of the shower. Or is that lust? Nah, not just that...But what do I do? He looked down at the small note in his hand again.

'Ichigo and Shiro!'

'I'm taking the girls outta town for a week or two. Hold the fort, ok? XD'

He seriously used an...what did Ichigo call it? 'Emoticon' I think...He sighed. Damn I'm such a fucked up mess...

As Ichigo showered, he couldn't help but remember Shiro's rather distraught looks from earlier that morning. Is something on his mind?

Perhaps he believes that you do not trust him...as you should not. That reoccuring, hateful voice popped up again and he sighed.

I do trust him. I just...don't know why. It's hard to explain... He told himself.

He's just using you to get what he wants...wait and see. Sighing and having enough with arguing with himself, he shut the shower off and walked out. Quickly drying off, he pulled on a pair of sweats and walked out of the abthroom.

"You're turn Shi...ro..." He felt his body lock up at what he saw. Once again, Shiro was shirtless in front of him, scars evident on his pale body from the hollow attack a few days ago. Yet, seeing him now made his insides burn. Shiro turned and his eyes seemed to glow with a funny fire.

"What is it Ichigo?" He asks slowly, sounding uncertain and cautious. Shiro didn't wait for Ichigo to respond before sighing and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't understand it..."

"Understansd what?" Ichigo asked as Shiro's muttering brought him out of his trance.

"These feelings I have...I honestly don't understand them."

"It's cause you are a Hollow, dumbass."

"...Not anymore, I think." Shiro whispered, and Ichigo almost didn't catch it. "Ichigo...can I ask you something?"

"Uhh, sure?"

"What's the feeling that feels like it burns your skin when someone is near you, when they touch you?" Ichigo cocked his head as Shiro stepped a bit closer.

What's he doing?

"What's the feeling that makes you never want to let anything bad ever befall this someone? Make sure they never get hurt...or scared, or killed? That't you'd do anything for them?" He was closer now, and gripping Ichigo's shoulders, almost shaking him. "Please tell me what it is!"

"Shiro, let me go." He said quietly. Shiro's eyes widened and he released him, looking a bit frantic.

"I-I'm sorry, I..."

"Why don't you tell me what you think it is Shiro?" Ichigo asked. Shiro was being way to fidgety and nervous, and his thoughts from earlier weren't helping matters.

"I...I believe I know...but you would hate me for it." He sighed. Ichigo reached out and grabbed Shiro's arm and moved closer.

"Try me. There's a lot I can handle." He nearly growled out. Shiro stared at him for a moment before sighing.

"I'm going to regret this..."

"Regret wh-" Ichigo was effectivly cut off when Shiro placed his lips against Ichigo's. His eyes widened and felt a bit surprised about how warm they felt, but even more so at how he felt when their lips touched. He almost instantly melted into it. He reached up very slowly and tangled his fingers in Shiro's hair, tugging softly. but the tugs seemed to pull Shiro out of his trance and he backed away, shock in his eyes.

"I...I'm so-"

"Did I say you should stop?" Ichigo whispered quietly, closing the distance between them again, this time allowing Shiro's tongue to explore his mouth.

'Ya sure ya want this Ichigo?' Shiro's voice echoed in his mind, though it sounded a bit more...distant.

'Yes...I trust you.' Those words had Shiro's chest feel like it was on fire as he shoved Ichigo onto the bed, remaning above him and sliding one hand down to his loose sweat pants. He smirked when he noticed Ichigo didn't have any boxars on.

"No underwear?"

"Shut up..." Ichigo hissed out and slowly slid under Shiro, taking the waistband of Shiro's own, dark blue sweats and dragging them down with his teeth, his hands on shiro's pale hips. When his nose just touched Shiro's erection, he growled out low, making his chest rumble and Ichigo moan.

"Th-that felt interesting..." Shiro mumbled as Ichigo finished pulling Shiro's sweats off with his hands.

"You're hard." Ichigo said simply, grabbing Shiro's pale hand and lowered it to his own, bare erection. "And so am I..." Shiro smirked and leaned in, kissing Ichigo and rubbing their hips together, causing slow, heated friction between them. After they broke for air, Shiro placed his fingers gently against Ichigo's lips and he instantly took the into his mouth, twirling his tongue around them. Shiro closed his eyes and moaned and removed them, feeling Ichigo nip one as he removed them. He looked into Ichigo's eyes, noting how much darker and deeper they seemed.

It's like I can see into him again...he thought. It's like seeing what he hides from the others. "Ya sure ya want this?" He asked again, quietly. Ichigo smirked and wrapped his long legs around Shiro's torso.

"If I didn't no better, Shirosaki, I'd say you were nervous..." He whispered lwoly, making Shiro's dick twitch with anticipation. "Just do it." With those words, Shiro threw caution to the wind and allowed his own instincts to take hold. Forgetting about his fingers, he pounded into Ichigo. Ichigo yelled as his back arched, his toes curling into the sheets. "Ngh, Shiro!"

"Shush, it'll get better..." Shiro murmered, uncertain as to how it will, he just knew it would. After a few thrusts, Ichigo flinched and his eyes rolled into his head.

"H-hit that again!" Shiro smirked and continued his assault on Ichigo's prostrate just as Ichigo began shouting his name in pleasure. "Sh-Shiro! I'm cu-"

"Do it..." Shiro growled out. Ichigo came quickly, spraying Shiro's white chest and he felt himself shudder and release inside Ichigo at the sight. They laid there for a few minutes before Shiro collapsed next to him. "Ichigo..."

"Mmm...?"

Maybe I shouldn't, yet... "I wanna try one more time, entering your mind I mean. It may be easier if you're sleeping."

"Mmmkay..." Ichigo muttered, curling next to Shiro. Shiro closed his eyes and once again dove into Ichigo's mind.

This time, however, Shiro knew something odd was happening. An old, rusty looking chain hung from where his new heart was beating. "What the hell?"

"It is the link between you and Ichigo Kurosaki." He turned to see a figure standing in front of him, completly covered in the golden armor of skulls that Ichigo had worn not too long ago.

"Who, or what the fuck are you?" Shiro hissed. The figure smirked.

"We are the Will of Hell...and we need your help." It spoke, sounding like a million voices, yet also one.

"You serious? Are you the one fucking with Ichigo?" Shiro growled.

"In a sense...but not in the manner you think. Our power is too much for him to control alone. He will sooner or later succumb to it and become one of us if the power is not returned." It said, making Shiro freeze.

"But how can we get rid of it?"

"It must be spent...our power is enough to completly eradicate a soul, and that is what he must do." The figure walked towards Shiro and grabbed his shoulders. "We can give some of our power, to go to Hell and wipe out the soul interfering with your loved one."

"Ichigo, he isn't-" Shiro didn't finish and instead looked to the skyscraper below his feet. "No, I won't lie to myself like that..." He whispered to himself normally. He was surprised when the Will chuckled and seemed to understand him.

"Wise decision, Hichigo Shirosaki." He almost yelled as a burning pain shot through his body, followed by a sudden rush of power that left him on his knees, panting. "It is all we can give. Waste it, and it will disappear."

"I don't want this! I have enough damned power already!"

"Of this, we know. That was why we tried to remove you."

"Wh-what?"

"We shall explain later. For now, you must return. Your time here will be over soon." As soon as those words left the Will's mouth, he felt his eyes grow heavy and he passed out.

When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see Ichigo standing up, staring at the bed. "Ich...Ichigo?"

"What did you do?" He asked. Shiro flinched at the empty tone Ichigo's voice had.

"I told ya, I wanted to try to get into your inner world one more time. We still don't know-"

"You took something, didn't you? !" Ichigo snapped. shiro watched as he shoved his badge to his chest and rushed out the window. Shiro allowed his soul form to surface and he followed suit.

"Ichigo, wait the fuck up will ya? !" Ichigo stopped in the middle of the street and turned around, his brown eyes burning.

"I felt something odd happen, and for a few seconds I felt weak, like my powers were being sucked right out of me. That was you, wasn't it? !"

"I...I didn't-"

"Don't fucking lie to me! ! ! You're the only one who can enter my mind! You fucking stole powers from me!" He shouted, his voice filled with venom. Shiro narrowed his eyes and felt his own anger boiling.

"Ichigo, I didn't take it on purpose I swear it!"

"You just waited for me to lower my guard didn't you? ! You fucking bastard! And to think I...I..." Ichigo looked at his hands as they started shaking. Shiro walked up and attempted to place a pale hand on his shoulder, but he angrily slapped it away. "Fuck you Hollow!"

"Ichigo, you're not acting like yourself! Calm down and listen! Please, I beg you!" Shiro pleaded. Hearing Ichigo call him a hollow again stung so badly he thought his heart had been shot. "You wouldn't be saying any of this!"

"You used me!"

"Why would I? ! Everything you're saying right now isn't you!" Shiro tried desperatly to calm Ichigo down, but nothing was working.

"I should've killed you myself when I saw you lying on the fucking ground!" Shiro flinched at those words and he looked down at the ground.

"There were so many times these past few days that I wished you had Ichigo..." He whispered. "I wanted you to trust me..." He then snapped his head up, tears begining to fall from his black and gold eyes. "Why would I lie about that? ! What could I possibly gain from taking away power you were never meant to keep? !"

"You want it for yourself! You almost destroyed Hell last time, and my home!"

"I had no control then, but I do now! I don't want to destroy anything! I've changed thanks to you! I...I just want to protect you..." He sighed and waited for Ichigo's response, and felt his heart nearly crush when Ichigo spoke next.

"You've never felt anything for me, and I sure as hell don't give a shit about you. You're nothing to me, get it? !" Shiro flinched and looked up at Ichigo. Before he could say anything, a portal opened up from behind Ichigo.

"Move Ichigo!" Ichigo spun around and just barely dodged the lashing chains that shot out from the opened rift.

Chains? Those chains, they're... Ichigo easily dodged them and began batting them away with Zangetsu. He could see Shiro struggling himself, but something seemed off about him now. Just then, a chain raised up to smack against Ichigo, but Shiro appeared and took the full hit, the chain slamming him in the stomach and sending him hurtling into a tree. His head made impact and he slid down it, his hair stained red and unconsious. Shiro! He took a whole two steps before something stopped him. As Shiro had flow past, he had made brief eye contact with Shiro and his heart suddenly crumbled.

Shiro's eyes had been filled with intense sorrow and pain. He...was he telling me the truth? What did I...

"You've never felt anything for me, and I sure as hell don't give a shit about you. You're nothing to me, get it? !" His own words echoed in his mind and he surprised now at how much those words hurt him.

I didn't mean to say that! I...shit...Shiro I'm... He watched as chains lashed put, seeming to aim for Shiro and drag him in. Not knowing what else to do, Ichigo stepped in the way, feeling the chains wrap around his arms and legs.

'Hmm...how cute...' A nasty, familiar voice echoed in his mind.

You! Shuren? ! Ichigo thought, struggling against the chains holding him and trying to drag him. He resisted and pulled, and he couldn't stop the shiver when another slowly crawled across his shoulders.

'Resisting me now is useless, you know? I know how you really feel...' He watched as the chain wrapped gently around the unconsious albino's neck, squeezing just a bit.

"Stop it!" Ichigo shouted, still struggling. Shiro's eyes suddenly opened and he began coughing anfd gagging as the chain tightened. He attempetd to move his arms, but more chains came and pinned them down. His eyes were wide and frantic, and staring directly at Ichigo. "What the fuck? !"

'Resist me anymore, Ichigo Kurosaki, and I will drain the life out of him. Although, I don't think you'll care that much...so I may as well...' Ichigo's eyes widened in fury as Shiro's struggles lessened and his chocking noises became more forced.

"Stop! Just...please!" Ichigo stopped struggling and Shiro's throat was released, causing him to gag. He lifted his head and slowly raised a hand out, as if trying to reach him.

"I...Ichigo..." His voice was weak and horase.

'I thought he meant nothing to you? I'm surpruised at how much I could so easily influence you...' Ichigo closed his eyes and attempted to reach for Shiro's outstreatched hand. but just before their fingers could touch, Shiro collapsed again and Ichigo felt himself being dragged away.

This is all my fault... He thought. Shiro...please forgive me... He watched as the portal slowly closed and as his last view of Shiro faded, he felt darkness overtake him.

Chapter 8 end

Whew~! Sex was brief, sorry about that and all, but the angst was really what I wanted to get out~! Hope y'all enjoyed it! Review? O.o