2- Dark Ichigo is Ichigo's problem
"Hey! Listen, I want…to…"
Dark Ichigo ignored him, harshly yanking the sword out of the ground, thrusting it forward, the bandages circling his arms, about to release his Bankai, the Soul Reaper wondering if he was going to kill him in this world. His mind…killing him and controlling his body for the rest of its worth.
"La luz de luna."
Ichigo kept quiet as he watched Dark Ichigo swirl the sword in the air, dark Spirit Energy circling in the air, red twisting around it, the scent of bloodshed on it. Shuddering, the young Kurosaki turned, walking away as he listened to his Hollow side curse and practice his abilities, possibly make them increase rapidly. After the fifth step, he fell to the ground, veering over his shoulder to see La luz de luna's end aiming for his neck, about to slice it, watching the thick red liquid drip all over the ground he was shoved into.
"Try to get in my way again…" the pale form scuffed. "I'll slice their throat before you take over,"
"I highly doubt you'll have enough time," the young teen smirked, grasping the blade and bending it, listening to a satisfying crack of the blade. "Hmm, haven't lost that ability."
"I-Ichigo," Kon stuttered, sitting on the edge of the bed, Ichigo thrashing about violently as his body glowed a deep crimson, half of a Hollow mask on the right side of his face, strips of red here and there. "Hey, chill out! I get that the fever is getting to you, but -"
Those eyes fluttered slowly open, Kon's eyes shining from fear as he noticed the gold orbs, black in the background of the deadly color. The high school teen sat up, turning his body and placing his bare feet on the ground, the wet cloth on the side of the pillow, grabbing at the mask, trying to tear it off as he felt Dark Ichigo invade his mind, the thought of a killing spree sliding through his clouded mind as his Hollow half took over again, smirking as his eyes went over to the staring chibi.
"Kon, make sure you don't tell anyone that I went out for some fresh air," he spoke, his voice still Ichigo's, thinking it be best if he didn't use his other voice. Seeing the Modsoul nod slowly, he smiled warmly. "Thanks."
Flash stepping; he was out the door, standing in front of a Hollow. Noticing that Rukia and Uryu were bickering over whose Hollow it was, since Rukia was so busy trying to distract it until Renji or someone else came, since she couldn't tell Ichigo to come, since his sisters called her to tell her that their brother had a fever. Smirking, Dark Ichigo leapt into the air, round-house kicking the demon on the side of its face, a loud painful roar as a small crack began to grow rapidly, Uryu looking over at the screaming Hollow as Dark Ichigo landed on the thing's back, pulling a fist back and crashing the clenched hand into the mask, shattering it and the Hollow dissolving into the air, heading to the Souls Society, to be cleansed and judged. Tapping his feet to the ground, Dark Ichigo gazed up, smirking.
-"You argue too much." he commented, seeing Uryu twitch as Rukia veered away stubbornly. "If you two had kept arguing…someone would've been killed."
"Shut up Kurosaki."
Dark Ichigo flinched at hearing his other half's name. So while he frowned, he turned and walked away, closing his eyes. Yet stopped once he felt a familiar presence by the side of him, Ishida's.
"What have you done to Ichigo?"
"What are you talking about Ishida?" he smirked, looking at him from the corner of his eye. "I am Ichigo, how could I do anything to myself?"
"Your Spirit Energy is completely different." he snarled, grasping some of the white fabric to Ichigo's button-up shirt, pulling him close so they had forced eye contact. "Besides, I overheard that he was sick…"
"A cold can't stop me."
Yet, then again…he just jinxed himself, falling backwards and those golden eyes shutting as Uryu blinked his dark ones. Looking down on the orange haired teen with a perplexed look on his face as Rukia walked over, looking at those crimson colored cheeks. Placing the back of her hand on the steaming forehead, she sighed, shaking her head slowly.
"We have to take him back home."
"Fine…" Ishida grumbled, looking away from the young Kurosaki's handsome features.
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The light of morning shone brightly and lively. Those brown eyes opening slowly to see Kon sitting and placing a cold rag against his forehead. "Morning," he yawned, seeing Kon nod quickly. Blinking the young Kurosaki placed a hand on his shoulder, groaning as though his arm had been dislocated somehow. "Damn…Kon…what happened?"
"Nothing, you kept tossing and turning is all." he replied, an evil smirk on his face. "Rukia tucked you in bed, how sweet. Four-eyes seemed pretty concerned as well. Fever's getting you a lot of attention."
Exactly what I DON'T need…
"I need to get some breakfast," he sighed, sitting up. "You hungry Kon?"
"No, I'm a stuffed animal remember? I don't have a real body!" he huffed, leaping off the bed with a frown. "Very insulting."
"Oh, shut it!" he hissed, standing and booting Kon in his tiny chibi bottom, making him stumble forward. "Remember, I'm stronger than you."
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"Ichigo!" Yuzu smiled, running up to him and claiming him into a tight hug. "Has your fever gone down?!" She stood on the tips of her toes, placing the back of her left hand against his forehead, blinking from confusion. It dropped, then went up, then dropped again, up and down like a rollercoaster. "Strange, but I think you can go to school today."
"Sweet." Karin laughed, munching on her piece of toast. "Hey, don't fall over if it goes up."
"I'm so close to smacking you…" he growled, snatching up a mini-pancake and popping it into his mouth, chewing on it as he walked over to the fridge, grabbing a glass cup as he went over. Opening it and pulling out some orange juice, unscrewing the cap and pouring it into the cup. Setting it down, he screwed the cap back on, putting the container back into the cooling fridge. "Anyway, I think I'll last the whole day."
"Good, now get dressed."
Taking a couple gulps out of the glass, he set it back down and trudged up the stairs, swinging his leg to the side, kicking his attacking father in the crouch.
"That was the crappiest assault ever," he sighed, walking into his room and changing as Isshin tried to recover from the blow his strong teenaged son threw at him. Completely dressed, his hair combed with his fingers, brushed his teeth, his shoes on and tied, the orange haired teen exited the house with a breath of relief. "See you later." he called over his shoulder as he joined Keigo, Chad, and Mizuiro. "What's up?"
"We were worried and wanted to see you before school," Keigo grinned, placing an arm around Ichigo's neck, laying his arm on the young Kurosaki's shoulders. "But since you're well and all, we can walk to school together!!"
"Yeah," Ichigo sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Let's get this day over with."
"…Ichigo…"
All three teens blinked, their gazes landing on Chad. "What?"
"Are you…sure you're………" he paused, looking down on the blinking brown eyed high schooler. "…well?"
"Why does it take you that long to complete a sentence?!" Mizuiro cried, shaking his head. "Look, Chad, if Ichigo's standing and talking, he is fine." Then he grinned mischievously, nudging his elbow into Keigo's side. "Why don't you give Strawberry a 'test drive'?"
His tone was soft and Keigo frowned, glaring at him. "You're sick in the head, very sick."
Ichigo's brow twitched, smacking both teens upside the head, glaring at them as they scurried behind Chad. "And I'll kill you for being so sick!!" he roared, turning on his heel and storming towards Karakura High. Grumbling about how those two teenagers were going to suffer as he walked straight past Oriheme, Tatsuki, Uryu, and Rukia. "Hi, bye!" he scuffed.
"What's his problem?" the dark haired girl frowned, crossing her arms. "Jerk."
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"Strawberry----!" Keigo smiled, jumping on top of the sleeping form, making the orange haired teen yelp from shock. "Lunch! Let's eat together!!! Let's eat!!"
"Get off me…or I'll kill you,"
His voice wasn't the same; it wasn't his usual tone that everyone else always heard. This made the brunette back away, to the far end of the classroom. Turning, Ichigo shook his head, standing and rubbing the right side of his face.
"Hey! I asked you where we were going to eat today!" he snapped, seeing Keigo, Uryu, Chad, Rukia, and Mizuiro shake their heads. "Yes I did!! What would I say to make him tremble?!"
"You said that you'd kill him if he didn't release you," Uryu chuckled, looking into those brown eyes, worry filling his dark orbs. "Problems with the family?"
"I…I guess?" he stammered, placing his right pointer to his forehead, thinking about what problems Uryu really meant, since he was in his room just the other night. For so that's what Kon told him. "Yeah, I've gotta worry about paying for the tournament Karin has…I'm planning on going, but…I don't think I'll have the time now."
"Doesn't mean you take it out on us!" Keigo whined, his eyes shut with tears streaming down them.
"Sorry, sorry," he nervously laughed, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. "Hey, I'll buy us all lunch as an apology, how about it?"
"You're kidding!?"
"Nope." he frowned, angered that they didn't believe him at all. "Let's go, otherwise, I won't buy."
"Rice dumplings." Rukia smiled.
"A regular sandwich," Uryu sighed.
"Anything," Chad complied.
"We'll have this," Keigo and Mizuiro started, pointing at millions of foods, but Ichigo just grabbed the cheapest, since he didn't have much on him. "Cheapy!!!" they cried, complaining that everyone else got the not so cheap ones. And as for Ichigo, he was stuck getting a soda, with a chocolate candy bar.
"Aw, shut up!" he growled. "I don't get much of an allowance, so stop being stupid and just eat the crap."
"You know, Ichigo, if you keep acting this way," Uryu smirked, glancing at him from the corner of his eye, "you'll loose all your friends."
"You know, Ishida, I'm not in the mood for your crap, so shut the hell up and eat!!" he hissed, taking a huge bite of the Butterfinger. After munching for a long while, he swallowed, leaning back against the fence he sat in front of, sighing as he shut his eyes. They had about fifteen minutes left before lunch ended, so why not get a small nap in? "Wake me," he yawned, "when lunch's over…"
"I want a fight,"
Ichigo blinked as he looked over his shoulder, seeing Dark Ichigo stand there with his Zanpaku-to. "Right now? I only have twelve minutes now." he groaned, standing and clutching the sword, turning and swinging his sword with full force, Dark Ichigo raising his arm and blocking the blade with the one of his Zanpaku-to.
"Yeah, right now, got a problem with that, partner?"
Ichigo grinned, pressing forward, the pale form in front of him frowning as he dug his feet into the ground, pushing forth as well. Both blades slowly sliding off the other, the young Soul Reaper leaping into the air with his Zanpaku-to over his mop of orange hair, throwing it down with an angered cry, Dark Ichigo swiftly bringing his sword up, parrying the would-have-been deadly blow. Bringing his sword down, Ichigo grimaced. This wasn't something Dark Ichigo had done before. Then, dropping the sword, he grasped the blade of Ichigo's, his pale hand's flesh drenched in blood as he lifted Ichigo into the air, those brown eyes widening painfully. Those golden orbs flashing in a deadly way as he flung himself into the air, pushing the handle of the Zanpaku-to into the orange haired teen's gut, a droplet of blood dripping down his chin.