Chapter 19

The aftermath of the rebellion had left Las Noches in ruins. Though the number had greatly decreased, the whole spirit of its inhabitants soared through the roof.

As the only person who was not involved in the rebellion, Szayel Apporo prided himself for being one of the more observant objective fighters Aizen has in his arsenal. Of course, usually he always thought of himself like that. He is an egocentric mad scientist. It's on their job description.

As one of the more rational and objective individual in Sereitei, Apporo had taken up a project to chronicle the daily goings of the Inhabitants of Las Noches. He figured that if the espada hierarchy would change easily, then the combination of an arrancar and shinigami group will definitely brings up some interesting new events. Thus was born the first resident historian of Las Noches.

Ikkaku and Hisagi had taken it upon themselves to patrol the surrounding area, an initiative taken without a single order from Aizen. The rebuilding of the main hall took precedence over any other issue, and the divide between shinigami and arrancar was quickly destroyed as they sweat and toiled under the harsh sun together. They were on the same boat, and they'll be damned if they let it sink.

Of course, in cases like Ulquiorra and Ukitake, no further encouragement was needed to improve their relationship. The two were always seen toe to toe. The look of disdain in Ulquiorra's face was now replaced by a slight smirk, an improvement which baffled all who knew him. At night, his needy fingers always seems to hold Ukitake's from leaving, begging him to read him another story, sing him another song, or to simply sit and be..

Ukitake too had abandoned his black mourning robes. He began to wear his hair down again, his eyes no longer hold that melancholy gaze filled with guilt. Even his usual habit of giving candies to people who doesn't want them has resurfaced, much to Nnoitra's displeasure. It has seemed that Ukitake found the child he lost in the espada they call Ulquiorra.

The same could not be said about Ichigo.

After his sudden victory, the boy was rarely seen in public. From the moment he wakes up until dinner time, Ichigo's is always busy. Before breakfast, he is taken away by Tousen to feed the Menos, then it is breakfast with Gin. The next eight hours were filled with lessons taught by both Tousen and Gin, and after he's done his homework, its meditation with Aizen, or what he likes to call it, 'tea time'.

Though Tousen's lessons are always a pain, and Gin always gives him the creeps, the boy understand why Aizen wanted to keep a tight leash on him. If a mere boy easily defeated the second strongest fighter in his army, then he would be concerned too. The problem with this new arrangement is that Ichigo could barely see anyone except the three stooges that he had come to detest.

By the time Ichigo were allowed to the outside world it's usually past nine o'clock and by that time Ichigo is most likely to be tired, irritable, and has the tendency to snap. The only people who he usually sees are either Yumichika, Ikkaku, Yachiru, or Kenpachi, and that's only because he had move his bed to the captain's room in hopes of deterring Nnoitra's advances. He does has taken up the habit of pulling his futon a tad bit close to Kenpachi's, but the man doesn't mind. He likes the boy's tossing and turning, it reminds him that he's with Ichigo, not in some wood somewhere looking for him.

Although Ichigo's busy schedule seems normal, the supervision and constant pressure to be in control has reverted him back to the boy back in Karakura. Even someone as brazen as Ikkaku would think twice before bothering him. In short, Ichigo is no more than a scowling delinquent with a penchant for violence. And that was too much of a good news for Nnoitra Jiruga.

One day Apporo was readying himself to collect samples from Ichigo, a task that he had taken up with delight. The boy was fascinating, and he would spare at nothing to discover his hidden secrets. That's why he had his fraccions carry all of his heavy and expensive equipment all the way from his lair. However as he soon find out, its harder to get the boy to comply to his experiments than it is to secure a free time from his busy schedule. When he enlisted the help of one of the boy's friend, the result was less than desirable.

"Ichigo..." Stark called out morosely, rubbing his sore arm after Ichigo 'accidentally' smacked him. "Gentle."

Ichigo gave a frustrated sigh and threw a two by four at his head, an object that Stark caught easily. Nnoitra sat perched on an unfinished pillar nearby, laughing mockingly as two espada chased Ichigo around Apporo's intimidating machines. Nnoitra scoffed and leaned back on his elbows, enjoying the chaos that ensued underneath him. He rather have his strawberry like this, all pumped up and agitated, like a caged lion.

He supposed he should have to thank Aizen for that. As the espada with the characteristic of 'chaos' pinned to his name, Nnoitra loved conflict and crave fights. Coupled that with the existence of a tightly winded Ichigo, Nnoitra could simply spend his days watching Ichigo and the havoc that he wreck as he interact with people. So when Ichigo seemed ready to explode, Nnoitra would swoop in and challenge him to a fight. That way the boy would be filled with a whirlwind of emotion and their fight would be even more chaotic.

When he saw how Ichigo's reiatsu began to leak and snap at his assailant, Nnoitra licked his lips and jumped down from the pillar. "BERRY! TIME FOR A FIII-IGHT!" He bellowed, walking languidly towards the boy with an unhurried confidence.

When the boy ignored him, Nnoitra grabbed Ichigo's hand and punched his stomach. "Weak." He said, jerking Ichigo's hand back. He hooked his ankle underneath Ichigo's and pulled, sending him crashing to the ground.

Ichigo cursed and unsheathed his sword, holding the side of his body in pain. His fingers itched to pull a mask over his face. Stark saw the darkening of his reiatsu and pulled Ichigo back. "Easy, easy." He said, careful to avoid the sharp flares of reiatsu.

"Heh!" Nnoitra scoffed, throwing his sword into the ground "Figures you would listen to you little faggot boy friend." He said, leaning on his sword and spat near Ichigo's feet. "Faggot." He said with that infiruating smirk of his.

Twitch.

"Stop provoking him Nnoitra." Szayel Apporo sighed, crossing his leg on the ground as he tweaked with a contraption of some sorts. Apparently he has lefy the chasing all to Stark. "One of these days, you're gonna get your head chopped off." He stood up and grabbed Ichigo by the arm, pulling him to a chair with suspicious blinking lights.

"What do you think you're doing, huh!" Ichigo protested, pulling against Apporo's surprisingly strong grip. Szayel Apporo gave him one of his unimpressed look and smacked him on the head with his thick book.

"Simmer down carrot top." He said, shoving Ichigo down to the chair. "Aizen-sama wanted a complete report on you." Despite his usual berating and complaints about Ichigo's general loudness, the boy had given him ample opportunity to collect data and conduct his research. He will make use of that time, even if it meant having to tie the boy up like a bucking bronco.

The problem now is getting Ichigo to sit still. The boy never sits still.

So half and hour later, after Ichigo began throwing pieces of a MRI machine at him, Szayel Apporo figured he should send for the only man that can calm Ichigo down.

Of course, that said man is in a meeting, probably sipping tea from a cup with his pinky up. Fucking Aizen.

So Szayel went for the next best thing, he brought the shinigami beast that Ichigo shared a room with. That man should know how to calm the boy down. As swell as an idea it is, Szayel brought Kenpachi in when Ichigo was clashing swords with Nnoitra. Guess who wanted to join in.

"My MRI..." the pink haired genius said longingly, watching from the sidelines as his expensive and delicate machine was slashed in two by Kenpachi in order to get closer to a hiding Ichigo. Instead of rushing into the battle and risk getting hurt, Szayel Apporo sat back next to Stark and start taking notes. Still, his proximity from the battle didn't lessen the pain that he felt as his machine crumbled into nothingness.

"Subject race... human. Temperament... like an angry bull on steroids. Subject's main strength... releasing a large amount of energy. Weakness... being harassed sexually. For more information see Zaraki Kenpachi, page 45."

"Sexually harassed?" Stark asked dubiously.

"From his protests and shrill 'stop putting your hand down my shirt jackass' shriek, I would say that Kurosaki is being sexually harassed"

Stark sighed and grabbed his sword, stifling a yawn as he join the fray, cutting Apporo's intricate headgear to come and slash at Nnoitra.

At that moment Apporo sighed out loud and threw his book away. It's useless. He's no historians. In fact, with his most prized equipments destroyed he's barely a scientist. Throwing all caution aside, Apporo unsheathed his sword and jumped into the chaos, promising revenge for the destruction of his equipment.

"Asinine. Completely and utterly asinine." Aizen said.

Kenpachi and Nnoitra's scoffed in unison. He could just say stupid. Stupid Aizen using stupid words, trying to make them feel stupid. Stupid fucking Aizen.

"Not my fault." Ichigo mumbled, fidgeting from one foot to another. The rest of the group said nothing, making Ichigo look more and more guilty. "Tell them Stark."

The Primera espada yawned and nodded. "It's not Ichigo's fault."

"Why do I have such a hard time believing that?"

"Because you're an asshole who don't let me take toilet breaks!" Ichigo snapped, referring to their previous lesson where he downed a pot of tea during their meditation session. "Sorry." He mumbled, ignoring the bewildered looks that everyone gave hi. Szayel Apporo nodded in sympathy. "I understand. Holding in any urine may lead to the accumulation of urea in the-"

"Shut up Apporo. Seriously just- Shut the fuck up." Nnoitra hissed out, twitching in irritation. Stupid Apporo and his stupid rambling, making everybody feel stupider by the second.

Aizen looked at Ichigo warily. He know that the boy was unstable, but he always blamed it on the boy's teenage hormones and bad upbringing. He thought that by giving him a structured environment, Ichigo's volatile temperament would simmer down and be less destructive. But no such luck.

He looked at the five people he had in front of him, calculating each and everyone of them silently. He only left them alone for two minutes and they're already exchanging snappy remarks. More importantly, Ichigo has seemed to be attached to Kenpachi. Aizen rubbed his forehead, unhappy with his current situation.

As if a light bulb turned on in his head, Aizen grinned and snapped his fingers together.

"Ichigo." Aizen purred, snapping the boy's attention back to him. "I think your studies are making you tense. What do you think about some independent study, hm?"

...chi.

Twitch

i...chi?

Twitch

Ichigo?

"Zangetsu?" He asked, brows furrowing in concentration.

"No. It's me." Stark grinned, licking Ichigo's neck, promptly snapping him out of his deep meditation.

"Oi, Oi, Oi!" He protested pushing Stark off his body. "I have to meditate or Aizen is gonna kill me."

"But I like kissing you." He said, falling back to a mound of cushions he had dragged from his room. "And we haven't seen each other in soooo long." He said, running his toe over the boy's hakama. Ichigo blushed, remembering the out of character kiss that he gave to Stark back in the grave. The espada could see Ichigo's body tensing and traced his hand down his back, sneaking it under his shirt. "You can kiss me now and I'll stop bothering you." He sing songed, pulling at Ichigo's haori.

After a brief resistance, Ichigo complied and leaned back to the cushions but refused to meet Stark's eyes. "I really should be meditating..." he mumbled. "And I still need to do my readings." He nodded to the pile of books Tousen gave him. Stark tilted Ichigo's chin up, his eyes closing as he softly touch his lips onto Ichigo's. "Later." He murmured, biting down at Ichigo's lower lips. He really miss Grimmjow. He just needed someone to hang with. He's sick of everybody trying to get into his pants. Oh well. When life give you lemons, better make some lemonade. Ichigo gave a shivering sigh and opened his mouth, allowing their two tongues to meet.

When Stark found one of Ichigo's pink little nubs, he playfully ticked and pinched at him, making the boy stiffen as his arousal rise with the new sensation. "You look like a blushing school girl." Stark murmured dreamily, licking Ichigo's nose and squeezing his small pert bottom. After a rather feminine squeal, Ichigo felt like he needs to re-assert his masculinity. With a small, albeit formidable growl, Ichigo pushed up against the espada and rolled on top of him, taking control of the kiss and over Stark's body.

"Whose a blushing schoolgirl now." He taunted, pinching Stark's nipple through his shirt. Happy that he manage to make the espada squirm, Ichigo began to attack Stark's mouth more ferociously, pushing and nudging at the man's tongue, hoping to leaving him heaving and breathless.

"Oof! Heavy..." Stark choked, tearing away from the kiss.

Ichigo huffed.

"Stop it, you silly dog." Ichigo slapped the struggling man and kissed Stark straight onto his lips. As if a red hot iron was touched against his lips, Stark jumped up and pushed Ichigo away. "Too... heavy..." he wheezed, clawing at an invisible force on his neck.

At that moment, Ichigo realized that Stark was not playing. He pulled back, eyes widening as he realized how it's own reiatsu bore its deep blackness against Stark's body. Wisp of red and black energy was smothering Stark's own blue ones. He was killing Stark.

"Oh God." Ichigo said, horrified. He moved back, trying his best to contain his energy, but any attempt that he made only fueled the raging power he had inside.

In a desperate attempt to distance himself from Stark, Ichigo stumbled out of his room, only to be held back by his massive reiatsu blocking the door way.

"Ichigo... what?"

"No, get away Stark!" he screamed, pushing Stark out with his hand. Alas, it was too late, his own reiatsu had gotten a hold of him and went straight of his neck. Ichigo took out his sword and slashed at his reiatsu, but his attacks only served to make the dark energy more aggressive. The espada reached out to Ichigo, but he was pulled back by the strangling reiatsu. In his last blurry moments, Stark blinked at a picture of a distressed Ichigo. He never thought that it would end like this. He always thought his death would come in a fight, to be bested by someone else. In the end, Ichigo had his own fingers wrapped around his neck, hoping and praying that once he is dead, his reiatsu would go out with him.

"Wha'daya think yer doing, pup?" a deep voice came from the doorway. It was Kenpachi, with his clothes are messed up from doing construction work for the great hall. Ichigo stared at him with his jaw unhinged. Who could come in a more perfect time?

"I was looking around for a toilet when I felt a familiar reiatsu growing thicker and thicker." He took a step towards Ichigo, taking off his eye patch and throwing it on the ground. "Thought it might be you."

Ichigo abandoned all cause and run to the man. Yes, Kenpachi could fix him. He got all of his reiatsu with him, so of course he could fix him. Ichigo held onto the man's robes, trembling with fear.

"I don't know what's happening." He whimpered.

Kenpachi held onto the boy, letting his golden reiatsu envelope his boy completely. The heavy black aura stopped spreading and began to raise up in small little whips, cocooning Ichigo in a protective shell, just as his own reiatsu protected him. "Heh," Kenpachi chuckled, rubbing the boy's cheek to calm him down. "See boy? Everything's fine now."

Just as he finished those word, Ichigo's soft billowing reiatsu reared up and narrowed into a number of sharp points. It pushed past Kenpachi's golden one attacked the man with a staggering amount of malice. Kenpachi cursed and grabbed the offending tendrils hands, bending and curling the sharp edges of the energy with his own bare hand.

Clueless of the battle happening over him, Ichigo sighed and buried himself deeper into Kenpachi's arm. Finally, he's secure enough to let his guard down. Kenpachi will keep him save. Kenpachi will keep him from hurting other people. He should've stayed with Kenpachi all along. It's true, people should be evenly matched with each other, and Ken-chan definitely matched him perfectly.

Drip

Drip

Drip

Ichigo wiped at the warm liquid dripping onto his cheeks, only to find his hand stained with red. Dreading the worst, Ichigo looked up and saw his black reiatsu imbedding itself into Kenpachi's shoulders, the black and red energy squelching as it burrow deeper into the flesh.

"Well fuck me, eh pup?" He chuckled weakly, leaning down to lick at Ichigo's bloody cheek. "Looks like I'm in trouble." He said, crumbling down to the ground, the thin golden aura fizzling out of sight.

"I- I don't know what happened." Ichigo rambled, his teeth chattering. "I was just with Stark and my reiatsu wanted to kill him, and then Kenpachi came in and my reiatsu stabbed him in the shoulders!"

Ichigo held onto himself desperately, looking from side to side, paranoia evident in his eyes. Aizen took a heavy comforter and laid it over Ichigo's shivering figure. He first wanted to leave the boy by himself, hoping that the pent up power that he has inside would release itself in a fight or two. Then, the boy would realized how dangerous he really is and come to Aizen for guidance. It seems like his plan worked a little too well.

"It sounds like when you're with Stark, your reiatsu becomes too heavy, but when you're with Kenpachi, your reiatsu becomes..." Aizen drew his hand back, stopping himself from touching the boy. "Sharp."

Ichigo stared, eyes wide open. For a moment Aizen thought he saw fear in them. The honest brown eyes that charged through life brazenly has shivered and buckled. The thing that he feared the most? Himself.

"But how could it be? They're the strongest of the Strongest!" Ichigo stood up, knocking his chair back. He pulled Aizen by the collar, shaking him with a frenzy. "Fix me Sousuke, fix me!"

Aizen removed Ichigo's hand away, putting a binding kido on his hands. "Why do you think I filled you days with all of these work? You need to be control. Even as we speak I can feel your power rising inside of you." He pushed Ichigo down onto a chair, continuing his tirade. "It craves blood. I can feel it."Aizen whispered, holding his palm over Ichigo's chest. "It's hungry."

Ichigo stared at the glowing kido binding his arms together. With a shake from his shoulder, he's sure that he'll be able escape from it easily. As powerful as he is, he's powerless against his own body, unable to control his own reiatsu. He thought that Hueco Mundo would be a new chapter, a new life where he could live amongst the strong and not worry of hurting them like he would to his family. It should've been perfect. But now, he had two of his most cherished persons laying unconscious in his room.

Ichigo clutched at his hakama, wrinkling the pants. "Just- help me." he said, eyes downcast.

Aizen noticed a drop of tear hung on the edge of Ichigo's chin, an evidence of the boy's silent weeping. "Of course." He said gently, putting his hand on Ichigo's head and dove right into the boy's soul.

Aizen stepped down onto the cold glass window, his step as light as a feather. When he moved across the pane of glass, the gravity of the plane pulled and dragged at him. Yet at the same time, Aizen moved in complete fluidity, his small movements looked like poetry in motion. As beautiful as it seems, the lightweightless-ness of this world unsettled him.

Sousuke straighten himself up and surveyed the world that he landed in. As he suspected. Ichigo's inner world is anything but normal. The building was not only on it's side, but parts of it looked like it had been chewed off by some gigantic beast. He moved towards a certain building to inspect the damage, putting his hand on the twisted metal. They say the content of a shinigami's inner world reflected their own internal conflict. If that is true then Ichigo's mind is fighting a losing battle against himself.

Aizen moved through the large expanse of building, careful to not make any sound. It would be best to look for Ichigo's zanpakuto first. If he's not careful he could be lost forever in this world of glass and metal. A thunderous sound rolled in the clouds, bringing with it a frightening flash of lightning and angry rain clouds. Aizen might not be a seer, but he knows that an omen like that will not be good for him.

Out of nowhere deformed figure come tumbling down the twisted concrete, two individuals with it's faces fused together into a monstrous being. It moved like a spider, but the stark contrast of white and black suggest that it was once two being instead of one. A monstrous black maw hinged and unhinged like an hungry animal, it's saliva pooling into the ground. Like a hollow, inside was another set of jaw, a human one.

It's laughable how someone like Ichigo could have such an ugly soul.

"OUT." The figure bellowed with a guttural voice. "YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE." It shouted. The frightening voice sounded like it's made out of two distorted voices, validating Aizen's theory that the creature was once two separate individual.

"I am here to help." Aizen said, holding his hand out. "It's me Ichigo, it's Sousuke."

A flash of recognition passed through their eyes. One of the black hand reached out to take Aizen's proffered hand, but the white figure slapped it away, laughing maniacally."WE KNOW." It said, "YOU'RE STILL NOT WELCOMED HERE, SOUSUKE." It laughed, mocking Aizen's name.

"There are two of you... and yet Ichigo holds a single blade." Aizen said, quietly reaching for his blade only to discover it's absence. "So only one of you is his zanpakuto, and the other..." he studied the intricate markings on the white half of the face. "Hollow." He gasped.

The monster laughed in delight and jumped close to Aizen, the pungent breath making the man cringe, saliva dripping onto Aizen's robes. He should be scared, but all that he could think off was how hard it would be to get rid of the stain.

The monster unhinged it's jaw revealing another set of human mouth. "Guess which one am I." It whispered. "AND WHICH ONE IS ME!" the monster crackle, swinging his hand to smash Aizen to bits.

With a swift kick, Aizen sent the aberration tumbling down to the ground. In an effort to keep itself upright, the monster dragged it's claws into the building, smashing glass and splintering metal. The monster steadied itself and galloped on it's eight limps, screeching a detestable sound that could make anyone's ears bleed. Aizen braced himself, opening his arms wide and bending his knee. When the two collide, rolled until the two being cold be distinguish themselves. Buts as gravity pulled them tp a stop, the monster rolled himself on top and pinned Aizen down.

"I am Zangetsu." The human jaw said. "AND I'M HOLLOW ICHIGO." the monster bellowed, laughing at the man's surprised face.

Aizen frowned, wriggling one of his hand free. "It's unnatural. Two opposites can never fused together." He touched the monster's face with a gentleness that staggered it. "You will destroy him." Aizen whispered sadly.

The human mouth opened up in surprise, and tears began to run down his jaw. "Ichigo... Ichigo..." it cried, moving off Aizen and walking in circles like an anxious dog. "We're killing Ichigo..." the human voice said with tears streaming down his cheeks. "We're killing Ichigo..." his whimpers turned into wailing.

"NO." The monster maw snapped shut, swallowing the wailing human inside. "WE WILL BE TOGETHER AND WE SHALL BE STRONGER THAN EVER. WHEN ICHIGO REALIZES HIS POWER HE SHALL RISE UP AND HE SHALL BE KING." The monster said, pumping the air with his fist. "LONG LIVE THE KING! LONG LIVE THE KING!" he roared over and over again.

It turned it's hideous head towards Aizen, watching him with a predatory gaze. "Unless you are with us, then you are against us." The human mouth said, reaching a human hand out for Aizen to take. When he saw how the man hesitated, the monster's maw snapped shut and spread into an ugly smirk. "In that case, YOU'RE FOOD!"

The large maw unhinged and rushed forward to swallow Aizen whole. But before it could devour it's prey, Aizen reached inside and pulled the human face out. A demon bathed in holy water would've sounded heavenly compared to the pained shriek of the monster. But through the sound, Aizen pulled and pulled and pulled until they are bathed in pure white light.

Zangetsu stood with Hichigo on his arms, his unconscious eyes moving angrily. He laid the white copy of Ichigo down and stared down at Aizen with an anger that could freeze hell over.

"You," Zangetsu said, pointing a sword to Aizen. "You trespassed through our soul. You have disrupted the flow of our mind. You stop us from assimilating into each other." He thundered. "For that, I must thank you."

The sword was replaced with an outstretched hand and a grateful smile, both which the man took cautiously. "You did not intend to... 'assimilate'?"

The Zanpakuto spirit nodded, his sharp eyes holding a resolute stare. "The boy felt a foreign reiatsu moving itself into Ichigo's body and panicked. He did not know that it was the wolf espada healing our master." Zangetsu moved and kneel next to Hichigo. "When he failed to convince me, he tried to eat me." Zangetsu shook his head sadly. "It is not supposed to be like this. Ichigo were the one who has to bring us together." He touched Hichigo's hair lovingly, caressing the sleeping figure. "Impatient child."

Aizen watched closely as the spirit of Ichigo's sword chuckled and smiled. How odd, he thought. He had seen thousand upon thousand of zanpakuto spirit manifesting in the soul, but never in his live have he seen one so... human. It doesn't seem like the spirit was born out of some steel and metal. He looked like he had lived, loved, and cried with tears of sorrow.

And that... thing. That horrendous white thing tainting the boy's soul. He knows when he created the vizard he will be tempering with their psyche, but he never realized that he would be creating a being as strong as a sword spirit itself.

Aizen observed the dynamics between the two. One, a spirit of a sword made to cut down hollows, and the other the raw instinct of a deranged hollow. "Two opposites will never become one." Aizen shook his head. "You two are made to cut each other down and will never harmonize. It's the law of nature."

Zangetsu look at him. "No. We must." He said, his eyes strong and filled with resolution.

"And why must be become one? Just what is it that you seek? Power?"

"We seek nothing but the fulfillment of Ichigo's destiny." Zangetsu said, looking at a stirring Hichigo closely.

Hichigo snapped his eyes open. "Do you know what's Ichigo's destiny is, trash?" he snarled at Aizen

" " To become King." " they said together.

After those words were uttered, the world shattered into a million pieces of glass, leaving Aizen hanging in complete nothingness. "Go," Zangetsu echoed. "The next time you come in we might not be so forgiving."

And with that Aizen found himself awake, resting his head on Ichigo's lap.

"So? How did it go?" Ichigo asked, his brows wrinkling together anxiously.

Aizen stopped at stared at him silently. Aizen know that's it's only natural to hate the boy. After all, the only logical action to news like this was to eliminate any threat for his coveted position. Nobody would blame him if he killed Ichigo. It's only logical. His head tells him to take his sword and stuck it into Ichigo's body, but when he saw the lost look in the young boy's eyes, something inside of him twitched.

"No." Aizen said, reaching up to brush his bright orange hair out of his eyes. "Everything is fine." He smiled reassuringly.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that! Don't forget to leave a review =)