Hi everybody! This is ch. 6 of my story! I finished this around...*counts* 8 hours ago but I had to leave before I could post this. I hope you guys like it and please review when you're done! And I'm striving towards 40-50 reviews! So if you want, if you guys send me messages I will count them as reviews! And I would like to thank TealEyedBeing for dedicating a story to me! I feel extremely honored! And now, without further ado, here is ch. 6 of my story, 'Love and Hate Go Hand in Hand!'

Warning: Extreme violence, blood, grammer (since this story is unbeta'd), etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in any way. I do know own a Ichigo plushie, a Ichigo hollow mask necklace, and a tenth division necklace and ring with the division number and flower on it! *squeals*

Chapter 6:

Don't You Remember?

Humming was heard coming from a child.

She was waiting, waiting for him.

Looking up, she realized the sun had set and the moon had rised.

Lowering eyes in sadness, she started walking.

'Why…why didn't you come?'

xxx-IchiHitsu-xxx

Ichigo let out a small groan the moment he woke up. It felt like hammers were inside his head, hitting his skull in every crook and nanny. Sitting up very slowly, Ichigo clutched his head with one hand as he tried to remember what happened last night.

From what his scattered memories told him, after his meeting they left the party and went to some club. And from the way he was feeling, Ichigo deduced that he drank. A lot. Getting up very slowly so as not to make the pounding in his head worse, Ichigo slowly made his way to the bathroom.

After puking what alcohol was left in his system, he went to the kitchen with intent to make tea. Yes, Ichigo drank tea. Only when he needed to. Like now. Walking towards the kitchen, Ichigo dimly realized that there were no sounds. It was dead quiet, as if he suddenly waked into a different dimension.

Shaking his head though instantly regretting it. Walking to the cabinet to get the tea out Ichigo set the box on the counter and grabbed the kettle. Filling it up with water he set it on the stove on medium and waited. Leaning over the counter he let his eyes droop as he propped his head up on his hands.

He suddenly thought of what happened last night. He recalled the meeting, sort of. He let a small smile fly onto his face when he remembered the look on his friend's faces when he told them they were going to a club after they left the party. Of course Matsumoto and Rukia were more than excited; they were simply ecstatic. Toshiro's face had been what set him off.

Hearing the kettle whistling, he lifted his face to glare at the contraption. Letting out a sigh he grabbed a cup from the cabinet and taking a tea bag from the box, he grabbed the kettle and poured the water into his cup.

Inhaling the fumes from his cup, he let the scent of the tea soothe his mind. Giving a sigh of relief, Ichigo went to go sit at the table. Taking a small sip, he let the soothing tea flow through his body. Giving a small appreciative moan, Ichigo took another small sip of the heavenly tea that was putting his aching mind and upset stomach to rest.

"Kurosaki?"

Ichigo lifted his head when he heard a voice calling his name. Looking towards the hallway, Ichigo saw Toshiro walking towards the table.

"Morning Toshiro." Ichigo said softly, taking another small sip.

Deciding not to yell at Ichigo for his title, he merely sat down at the table across from the orange head. He raised a thin white row brow at the state he was in. There were dark circles under his tea colored eyes, and his complexion was extremely pale.

"Are you alright?" Toshiro asked.

Nodding slowly so as not to make his headache worse, he said, "Ya. Sort of. Not really."

At that Toshiro rose a thin brow and then, standing up, he went to where Ichigo was sitting and looked in his cup. Seeing as it was almost empty he went into the kitchen to get him more water.

As he did this, Ichigo just stared at him stupidly. Was he really getting him some water? He watched as the small taicho walked back to him with the kettle and his own cup. Pouring for Ichigo first, Hitsugaya sat in the chair next to the orange head pouring him a cup.

Blinking owlishly at the captain, Ichigo looked at his now full cup. He stared at it for what seemed like an eternity to white haired captain before he said, "You better hurry and drink Kurosaki. It's going to get cold."

Brought out of his daze, Ichigo glanced at the captain, before he took a sip. He let out a gratified sigh as the tea worked it's magic once again. Watching Ichigo, Toshiro was curious as to what the tea tasted like. Taking a small sip of his own, Toshiro found that the tea tasted…like jasmine, with a hint of either vanilla or …honey?

Ichigo was trying to hold in his laughter at the look on Toshiro's face. He was simply perplexed no doubt about the tea he was drinking. Swallowing his laughter Ichigo said, "It's a hangover helper kind of tea Toshiro. It helps your stomach, your throat, and your headache if you have one."

Toshiro blinked at Ichigo's explanation. "Really? Where did you get this? It might help Matsumoto so she can actually work for once…" he muttered.

At his question Ichigo lightly blushed. "Oh, uh, I…um…made it." He admitted.

"Really?" Toshiro asked. Ichigo nodded an affirmative.

"I took a class about herbs, since some doctors believe that it's important to know your herbs incase you're stranded in the woods with someone injured or sick." He explained.

Toshiro gave an approving nod, and looking at the blushing orange head, said, "Some shinigami don't even know that. Unohana requested that we know herbs as well. Only a few know what you know." Smirking, he added, "I s'pose you can have your moments Kurosaki."

At that Ichigo blushed some more and turned away, as though getting compliments was a bad thing. Raising an eyebrow, Toshiro was about to say something when the phone suddenly started ringing. Glancing towards it with obvious hatred, Ichigo was about to go answer it when Toshiro made the motion for him to sit down. Getting up and walking over to it, he picked it up and said, "Moshi moshi."

There was silence for a moment before Toshiro replied with a curt "All right," before he hung up. Noting his somewhat scowling face, Ichigo asked, "Who was it?"

Letting out a sigh, Toshiro replied, "Urahara. Apparently the sotaicho wants to speak with me and my team."

Nodding, Ichigo said, "Then you better go." Noticing the small taicho's hesitance, he said reassuringly, "I'll be fine by myself for a few minutes, Toshiro. Just go. I'll call you guys or something if I get into trouble."

Still not too sure, Toshiro went down the hallway to go wake up the two slumbering fukutaichos. Much to Ichigo's amusement, he heard a yell, two screams, two thuds, and another furious yell. Not even two seconds later did Toshiro appear in his shinigami form, scowl twisting his beautiful face. Ichigo did a double take at that thought. Did he really think Toshiro was beautiful? Sure, Ichigo did have a certain bond with the young captain, what with telling him about his mother and all, but he never thought that way about the younger till now.

It could be because due to the few years that he hadn't seen the white haired prodigy, but he knew that wasn't why. He didn't have anything against being gay or anything; quite the opposite in fact. But he had no idea why he suddenly had these thoughts. He was brought out of his musing when he heard Rukia grumbling and Rangiku whining.

He gave a small laugh at the young shinigami's grimace. Casting a glare at the laughing orange head, Toshiro left Ichigo's apartment with Rukia and Rangiku in tow for Urahara's shop. Once he heard the door click close, Ichigo let out a small sigh. Getting up he walked over to his sink to wash out his cup when he suddenly felt something. Immediately dropping the cup he ran to his bedroom and grabbed open his dresser door, pulling out a small dispenser. Popping the pill the dispenser popped out, Ichigo felt his soul leave his body.

Looking at Kon, he merely said 'Hide,' before he disappeared. Glancing around outside, Ichigo immediately put his hand on the hilt of his sword, waiting.

"King."

Ichigo felt relief flood through him when he heard his inner hollow. "Shiro."

"Ichi, I think you may want to release Zangetsu into shikai." Shiro said, feeling something very ominous coming towards them.

Feeling the same thing that Shiro was, Ichigo would have done exactly what Shiro suggested. Keyword being 'almost.'

Ichigo would have been cut if it hadn't been for Shiro's warning. Flash stepping away Ichigo turned around to see who attacked him when his eyes widened.

"Y-you!"

xxx-IchiHitsu-xxx

Toshiro let out a small sigh in exaggeration. He was watching Matsumoto fight with Madarame over something when he suddenly felt a chill go up his spine. 'What the…' he thought before it was broken by his phone. Reaching into his shihakushô to pull the mobile device out, Toshiro flipped it open to read the message.

Eyes widening at the message displaying itself across the small screen, he suddenly stood up, startling everyone at the table. Snapping his phone shut Toshiro strode toward he door.

"Taicho!" Matsumoto exclaimed. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Opening the door, he turned his head to look over his shoulder and said, "Kurosaki is being attacked."

xxx-IchiHitsu-xxx

Ichigo grunted as he hit a building, debris falling around him. Looking up, he snarled at the woman before him. It was the same one from before, the one that called herself Ajisai.

From what he could see of her face, it seemed she was smiling. She was wearing the same clothes she wore the first time they met. Her hair was hanging down, no longer in the ponytail. It fell to just beneath her shoulder blades. It was swaying softly in that breeze that had picked up.

Ichigo peeled himself off of the wall with a small huff, as he stood upright. Glaring at the grinning woman, Ichigo flashed stepped behind her, intent on slashing her back but his attack was blocked. Giving a small growl, Ichigo pushed himself away from her, landing a few feet away.

The brown haired girl turned around to stare at him, though the smile that was on her face a while ago was gone. She raised her sword so that it was diagonal across her chest. She suddenly leaned forward, and then was gone. Ichigo barely had time to block the attack from his side. Pushing his sword away, he didn't have to block her hand. She swiped her left hand across his stomach, creating three deep gashes. Wincing Ichigo jumped away.

Feeling blood flow from the wounds, Ichigo pressed his left arm against it, in hopes of stopping the flow. Looking up, he watched as Ajisai lifted her hand to her face as if to inspect the blood that was dripping from her claws. At that Ichigo's eyes widened. Claws. If what he was seeing was true, then that meant she could change her form.

Before he could even blink she was in front of him, staring. Ichigo jumped back at the sudden invasion of personal space. Her hollow eyes blinked a few times, before she let out a small sigh, as if something was going the way she wanted it to.

"You don't know who I am do you?" she asked quietly.

Ichigo looked at her, confused for a moment before anger took its place. "Of course not! How could I?" he yelled, anger clear in his voice.

At that her eyes saddened, and she shook her head in sorrow. "Even after that promise you still forgot me." She said.

Before Ichigo could say anything, his voice caught in his throat when he watched her pull her mask off. His eyes widened when he saw her face. 'No…no…it…it couldn't be…' he thought with disbelief as her mask was lifted off her face completely.

"No…" he whispered.

"King? What's wrong?"

Ichigo ignored Shiro as he stared at the girl in front of him. Without the mask on, her eyes changed from black and gold to a dark green, with some yellow around the pupil. Her face was oval in shape, with a small burn like mark on her jaw on the right side of her face.

Recognizing that mark he knew who the person in front of him was.

"N-N-Naomi?"

xxx-IchiHitsu-xxx

Toshiro let out a small growl as he stood surrounded by hollows. 'Shit,' he cursed. 'I don't have time for this!'

Slashing through another hollow, he quickly scanned the area. Matsumoto was a little close by, fighting off some more hollows, as were Kuchiki, Madarame, and Ayasegawa.

Turning around so that he could keep the other hollows in his vision, his eyes widened when he felt a high spike in reiatsu. And he would know that reiatsu anywhere, at anytime.

Turning to where he felt the spike, he let one word slid past his lips, "Ichigo…"

xxx-IchiHitsu-xxx

Ichigo was panting softly as he lay against a small pile of rocks he had created when he was thrown to the ground. He could tell from his labored breathing he had a punctured lung, and a wound somewhere on his head if the blood streaming down his face where any indication. His shinigami robes were clingy to his body due to his blood. He had the three gashes created by the vizard's nails, along with another deep wound.

He looked up when a small shadow was cast on him. Naomi looked at him with sadness and longing in her eyes.

"How could you forget me Ichigo? I was practically your other sister," she said, her voice laced with sadness. "I stayed with you and helped you after your mother died didn't I?"

Looking up into her eyes, he replied, "I never forgot about you! I never did!"

Eyes hardened into stone as Naomi stared at him. "Liar! I know you forgot about me! After I died, you stopped talking about me, then forgot about me!" she yelled.

At that Ichigo shook his head. "No! That's not true! I didn't forget about you! I stopped talking about you because I thought if would make you stay!" he explained.

Glaring, she said, "No you didn't."

And before Ichigo had time to react, she shoved her sword into his abdomen. Letting out a small scream, Ichigo tried to get away from the sword by scooting backwards. This only proved futile when his back hit a rock and the green-eyed vizard followed by pushing her sword deeper.

Pulling it out with a slick sound, Ichigo's head fell forward as he gasped in pain. More blood was pooling out, and Ichigo knew that if she didn't kill, the blood loss will.

"The thing is Ichigo, I'm not mad," she said wiping her sword on her fingerless glove. "In fact, I'm happy." Looking at his confused face she explained. "The thing is, I can get you to come with me so we are never separated! Isn't that great?" she asked, happiness shining in her eyes.

Ichigo looked at her. "And how will you accomplish that?" he asked, though as soon as the question left his lips, he knew he would regret it.

Giggling, she said, "I'm going to kill you of course!"

Eyes widening, Ichigo was about to say something when she beat him to it. "Since you're already dead, all I have to do is make you die again! This time though, you will be sent to Hueco Mundo where we can be together!"

Looking at her shocked, he asked, though deeply regretting it, "How?"

Smiling, she said, "I made a special poison that will kill you slowly. In a way it's payment for you forgetting about me. It makes your reiatsu attack your own body, so your reiatsu will sort of deplete but there will be enough to kill you."

Eyes widening in horror, Ichigo just stared at her. Was she serious?

As if reading his mind, Naomi said, "I am serious. Oh, and one more thing…"

Taking a small vial out of her shirt, [Don't ask me where. XP] she poured it on her sword. Throwing the empty vial over her shoulder she poised her sword over Ichigo's heart and said, "There is no cure."

Ichigo let out a pained cry as the sword pierced his chest.

xxx-IchiHitsu-xxx

Toshiro was about to attack another hollow when they all suddenly stopped moving. Blinking in confusion, he was about to deliver his attack anyway when they all suddenly fled.

Growling low in his throat, he turned toward where the others where and barked out, "Madarame, Ayasegawa! Go after them and don't let a single one escape!"

Watching them run after the hollows, Toshiro quickly turned in the direction he felt the spike. His eyes widened when he couldn't feel any reiatsu from Ichigo. Turning to Rukia and Matsumoto he said, "We need to go to Kurosaki. Now."

Nodding, Rukia and Matsumoto followed Toshiro as he used shunpo to get to where Ichigo was. He felt dread fill his every cell as he still couldn't feel the orange-head's reiatsu. 'Don't tell me I'm too late…' he thought.

When they arrived at the scene where Toshiro last felt Ichigo's reiatsu, his eyes widened at the sight of a huddled figure lying against a few rocks and he barely registered two gasps of horror. Turning around, he snapped at Matsumoto, "Open a door to Soul Society and tell Unohana-taicho she will be expecting Kurosaki. And tell her it's critical." Not waiting to see if she left, he immediately went over to the figure and knelt down to look more closely at Ichigo.

Ichigo was bleeding, and by the looks of it, he had a lot of deep wounds. Kneeling next to him, he said softly, "Kurosaki?"

Eyelids fluttered at they opened to reveal dull brown orbs. They stared at him, out of focus before they gained clarity. "T-T-Toshiro?" he croaked. Before Toshiro could reply Ichigo erupted into fit of coughing, small trickles of blood streaming down from the corners of his mouth.

At once Toshiro was beside Ichigo, gently moving him so that he was slightly leaning forward. He was about to turn around to ask Rukia for help when she suddenly appeared on the other side of Ichigo. Silently giving her a nod of thanks, Toshiro instantly turned his attention towards Ichigo.

"What happened?" he asked the trembling teen. He looked down and his eyes widened when he saw the wounds covering Ichigo's stomach and the large wound in Ichigo's chest. And from the way Ichigo's skin looked, he lost a lot of blood.

"Kuchiki, I want you to keep a look out. Even though there is no reiatsu in the vicinity, we can not be sure that his attacker has left." Toshiro said, as he looked at the orange haired man.

Ichigo was barely conscious so he could barely make out what they were talking about. Blinking his eyes a few times, he tilted his head so that he could look at the young taicho. There were a few cuts on his face, and some on his haori, but he looked just as breathtaking as ever. At that thought Ichigo blinked. Did he really think that? No, he couldn't. Besides, even if he did, there is no way that Toshiro would think the same. They are from two different worlds and live very different lives.

As Ichigo was musing, Toshiro was inspecting his wounds. From what he could tell, there was a large gash on Ichigo's head, and at least five deep gashes covered his stomach and abdomen. And from what he could hear of Ichigo's breathing, he had a few broken ribs as well, which had no doubt punctured a lung.

"Kurosaki?" Ichigo looked up at Toshiro's calling of his name.

"Y-yes?" he croaked, looking at him with more focused brown eyes.

"What happened?" Toshiro asked, his voice laced with concern, which made him grown inwardly.

"I was attacked by the same person from before," Ichigo said, stopping to cough a little. "She didn't give me time to release my zanpakuto she was attacking so fast."

Toshiro blinked. He didn't even have time to release Zangetsu? No wonder he was beat up as bad as he was. Before Toshiro could even ask where said zanpakuto was, Ichigo suddenly started coughing uncontrollably. Hunching over, Ichigo continued coughing, trying to get the blood lodged in his throat out.

"Kurosaki!" Toshiro called, panicking. Ichigo was still coughing, his body shuddering with every cough. Looking over to where Kuchiki had gone, he yelled, "Kuchiki!"

At once Rukia was there, confusion clearly written on her face but it was gone in a flash when she Ichigo. "Ichigo!" she cried, running over to where the two shinigami were. Her eyes widened when she saw the state the orange haired shinigami was in.

"Kuchiki, I want you to find Kurosaki's zanpakuto." Toshiro said.

Nodding, Rukia sent one last look of concern to her friend, then ran off to find his zanpakuto.

Toshiro turned to look at Ichigo, who had stopped coughing for the time being. He was leaning against a rock and was taking in shallow breaths.

Sensing something behind him, Toshiro turned to be met with a door opening. Blinking, he watched as a figure emerged. Matsumoto looked around her before she finally spotted her taicho. Running over to him, she gasped when she saw the damage to Ichigo.

"Ichigo…" she whispered.

"Matsumoto." The busty woman looked over to her taicho. "Did you do as I ask?"

Nodding, she replied, "Hai! She has a room prepared and she has a stretcher ready on the other side of the gate."

At that Toshiro nodded and turned towards Ichigo, who had looked up at the new voice. He blinked when he saw Toshiro stand up. He suddenly felt panic well up inside him, though he didn't know why. He felt the panic slowly die though when he saw Toshiro lean over him to talk to him.

"We need to pick you up Kurosaki, so we can take you to the fourth division," Toshiro explained, moving underneath Ichigo's right arm to lift him up. "Unohana-taicho is expecting us."

Ichigo nodded meekly and tried to stand without success. He would have dragged Toshiro down with him had it not been for Matsumoto. She gave him a smile and said softly, "We got you Ichigo."

Nodding, Ichigo walked with them towards the open gate to Soul Society. They were about to enter before a yell stopped them. Toshiro turned his head slightly and saw Rukia running towards them, holding something in her arms, which Toshiro knew to be Ichigo's zanpakuto.

"I found it Hitsugaya-taicho!" she said, breathless.

Toshiro nodded and said, "We are returning to Soul Society. Kuchiki, I want you to hand Kurosaki's zanpakuto over to Matsumoto and find Madarame and Ayasegawa and let them know of the situation."

Nodding, Rukia turned to Matsumoto and handed her the small zanpakuto. She gave one small, worried look to Ichigo and took of to find the two shinigami.

Walking slowly, the three shinigami entered the door that would take them to Soul Society. Ichigo barely registered anything as he focused solely on breathing. Pain was starting to make itself known, though it was slightly being blocked by Toshiro's soothing cold reiatsu.

After they entered Soul Society however, all that changed. Pain like he had never felt before filled Ichigo's body in waves. Toshiro looked at him in alarm when he felt the orange haired man shudder in pain. Just as he was about to snap at someone, four shinigami with a stretcher ran over to where they were.

Toshiro looked over at Ichigo in panic when Ichigo let out a pained scream.

Wow. That was a long chapter.

Ichigo: What the hell? Why am I injured and near death?!

Me: It's important to the story so shush! *waves hand*

Ichigo: You don't own me so you can't tell me what to do!

Me: That may be true...but I do own an Ichigo plushie... *grabs plushie then starts talking to it*

Well, I hope you guys liked this chapter! Now remember I won't be on for 3 weeks! *cries* Meaning no Internet! I have no idea how I'm going to survive... But do not fret! While I am gone I will be writing like the wind! Oh, and I will be writing a lemon either in Ch. 10 or 11...I guess it sort of depends... And there is a poll on my page too! So go vote and review please!

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