3- At the sight of blood
Clenching his grip on it, he pulled it straight out of those pale hands, throwing it to the ground with a smirk.
"W-What the hell?!" Ichigo gasped, glaring at Dark Ichigo as he thrust an arm forward, claiming the Hollow's neck into his fingers, holding on tightly as he was slammed into the building, coughing out blood like a sprinkler. "You bastard! Why'd you disarm both of us?!"
"It'll be more fun." he cackled, seeing those brown eyes glitter with disgust. "Besides, more blood will spill from your mouth…more than mine."
Ichigo frowned deeply, throwing a bent knee up, knocking Dark Ichigo in the stomach, smirking as blood fell from those pale white lips. Shoving him away by kicking off the building, both heading for the ground, the white figure beneath him holding a hand against Ichigo's chest, seeing the high schooler blink from confusion.
"Sokatsui - - Pale Fire Crash…" he smirked, seeing Ichigo's eyes widen. Quickly releasing the sheet white form and leaping away before it took effect. "Byaku Rai."
"How do you know those?!" he muttered as their feet tapped the ground gently, the orange haired teen darting off in a different direction, crying out in pain as his dark half cut his side with the Zanpaku-to. Falling to the ground, the pale teen rolled over to his, reaching out with his right hand, snatching it up and standing, blood oozing out from his side. "How do you know that Kido?!"
Dark Ichigo didn't reply, but he did thrust out his blade, smirking as his white bangs bounced forward and back to his forehead. Flash stepping and swinging his blade, cutting Ichigo's front a bit, revealing the teen's chest a little. The orange haired Soul Reaper swinging his Zanpaku-to at Dark Ichigo, slashing across from his right shoulder to his left hip, blood spurting out like crazy, but the Hollow didn't seem to mind at all.
"Damn…" he cursed, thrusting the blade into his right shoulder, the pale white form not even flinching as he put two fingers and thumb on the blade, cracking it, the blade changing colors as Ichigo let go. "How can you last with losing that much blood?!"
The white form grinned, showing his dark teeth, chuckling maniacally. Still not saying a thing, making Ichigo's blood boil. But…his eyes followed the Hollow's gaze, falling onto the blood that was clearly his own. Taking a quick step back, he blinked, seeing that Dark Ichigo wasn't there. Turning, his brown eyes shook, seeing a crazed look on the white form's face.
Feeling pain course through his body, his gaze fell down, noticing that Dark Ichigo slammed the Zanpaku-to's broken blade into his stomach, blood flowing down the blade and onto the pale white hand, grinning as he watched the blood pour. Closing those brown eyes, he bit hi s lower lip, grabbing the blade with both hands, pushing it out, muffling sounds of pain, still biting his lower lip.
Finally getting it out, he opened his left eye, removing one hand and shoving it against Dark Ichigo's face, pushing him back, blood covering his face, since Ichigo's hands were completely cut and bleeding.
"Damn bastard…" he huffed, his face growing white, his cheeks a deep crimson. "I'll wipe that smirk off your face."
Placing a hand on the blood, Dark Ichigo closed those eyes, smirking as he slowly opened them again, using Shunpo to appear beside Ichigo, holding the Zanpaku-to in a finishing blow way, thrusting it into Ichigo's side, but the orange haired teen stepped back, stumbling from the loss of blood and falling to the ground, shaking like mad as he looked up weakly with those brown eyes.
"You're weak,"
Ichigo panted, staggering to his feet, slipping a bit, but standing, reaching down and picking up the handle to his broken blade, the desire to defeat the white haired Hollow no matter what. His vision a little blurry, but he rushed forward, a little recklessly, but still charged straight ahead, Dark Ichigo standing there with his cut hand outstretched, the orange haired teen tripping over his own feet and crashing against Dark Ichigo's bleeding chest.
Blinking those golden orbs, he veered down, seeing that the pale form couldn't move anymore without falling, weak and frail.
"But…you have guts…"
"Ichigo, lunch is over! Ichigo!"
Those brown eyes slowly opened, a confused look on his face, completely forgetting he was at school. "Oh, I…forgot…" he replied, scratching his head. Standing, he went straight to class, the others staring with different expressions.
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School ended pretty quickly after his small nap, but those last words he heard from Dark Ichigo slightly shook him. Weak but having guts…
They didn't really shake him, but they pissed him off. Really pissed him off. Shaking his head slowly, he walked up to the Kurosaki Clinic, pushing open the doors and blinking once he saw Kon laying on the kitchen table, lifeless. Questionable, he walked over; lifting the body up, shaking it, completely lost once there was no reply, as if the Mod Soul's pill was taken out of his body. Shrugging, he trudged up the stairs with the chibi, but also worried.
Opening his door, he entered his room, shutting it with his foot, placing the plush toy on his pillow, sitting on his bed with a groan, placing his right hand on the left side of his sides, pulling it away to see blood, his eyes trembling uncontrollably, baring his white teeth. Then he looked back at Kon. "Hey, are you alive?"
The chibi lifted its head with a slow nod. "Your crazy sister Karin saw me and played a little twisted game, then left me on that uncomfortable table."
He shook his head, looking up to see Rukia holding her cell phone, the closet open wide as her purple orbs demanded he switch places with Kon. Nodding, he reached into the stuffed animal's mouth, pulling out the pill, popping it into his mouth and Kon falling against the bed, his eyes shut, completely exhausted. Shrugging he looked over at Rukia, both darting out the door and rushing over to the site where the Hollow was.
Screeching to a stop, the orange haired teen frowned, seeing the dark haired Quincy stand there, pulling back the sky blue string to his spiritual bow. Storming over, he grasped the bow in his hand, looking at Uryu with a sinister look, making him retrieve the bow back to what it originally was, nothing.
"You can have the next Hollow, four-eyes." he spoke, scowling. "I want something to bash and beat the shit oughta!"
Sighing, the Quincy nodded, standing and watching in the background with Rukia as Ichigo dashed toward the demon.
"I'LL SHOW HIM WEAK!!" he cried, leaping into the air, throwing his blade down, bringing it back and thrusting it into the demon's shoulder, hacking it off, blood spilling out like a geyser. "I'll hack it up until the mask is left!!!"
Talking to himself like this creped both the spiritual beings out, watching him slash rapidly at the Hollow, true to his word and leaving the mask left, the Hollow begging for him to end it, unable to handle the way he was talking to himself, Dark Ichigo rubbing off and having that crazed look in his eyes. Turning, he smirked, hoisting the Zanpaku-to up and resting it on his shoulder, reversed-blade. Taking in some air, then slowly releasing it, he smiled.
"Alright! At least that's off my chest!" he grinned, walking past as both teens watched him with terror in their eyes.
He's crazy… they thought. CRAZY----!
"Come on, Rukia!" he called, walking toward his house.
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Seeping slowly into his skin, Kon being pushed out, he lifted the round green pill, slipping it back into the chibi, smiling warmly as Kon continued to sleep, lifting the toy up and laying down, after taking his shirt off, setting Kon on his chest, the little Mod Soul curling up into a ball, breathing in a steady rhythm. Sighing, he shut his brown eyes, thinking about everything that has been going on.
Listening to the closet shut, Rukia already laid down and sleeping.
But the only thing that bothered him was Dark Ichigo. He was obnoxious, yet didn't let him die so he could take over. Shrugging, he placed the side of his face on the white pillow, opening his eyes slightly, trying to understand what type of personality Dark Ichigo had. It wasn't his, that was for sure. Shrugging, he shut his eyes again, taking another breather. Finally ready to dream and see Dark Ichigo again.
He looked up, confused. Ichigo was all alone, walking around and trying to find Dark Ichigo. Why was he looking for him in the first place?! Blushing slightly…a blush made Ichigo panic, running now and stopping once his brown eyes caught a glimpse of Dark Ichigo sitting down and panting, bleeding.
Blood…
The pale high schooler ran over, bending down and looking into those golden orbs, seeing that they were dull. Grabbing the sleeve to his left arm, he tore it, placing it against the slash on his left shoulder, the red liquid damping it thoroughly. He had no clue why he was helping his Hollow side, but he just was, just…worried.
"Hey, what'd you do to yourself?"
"Heh, nothing to be concerned about…" he smirked, standing and looking down on the orange haired teen that started to stand, angered that Dark Ichigo just wouldn't give a straight answer.
"Damn you!" he shouted, yanking his Zanpaku-to from his back, bringing it in front of himself, about to stab the living crap out of the dark side of himself. "Why I'm worried, I don't know! Why I panicked, I have no damn clue!! But I do know that you did something to yourself! No one else besides me comes here!"
"Leave me alone…"
Throwing his Zanpaku-to into the ground, he grasped some white fabric into his hand, yanking the white form close, glaring at him. "Fine! I don't care! Die in here, just die! I'm not concerned anymore! Go ahead!!"
Dark Ichigo lifted a white hand, grabbing some hair from the back of the young Kurosaki's head, tugging at it feverishly. Making Ichigo shut his eyes, baring his teeth.
"You don't like to see blood," Dark Ichigo smirked, "especially if it's mine, right?"
"S-Shut up…" he groaned, the yanks at his hair getting rougher. "You're…just a part of me…that's all!"
"Deny what I say some more, partner." he grinned, crazily again, his dark teeth showing, Ichigo opening his right eye slowly. "Deny it some more."
"I'm not…denying…" he grunted, but blinked, feeling warmth on the right side of his face. Red seeping onto those pale white cheeks slightly as Ichigo looked to the side to see Dark Ichigo looking at him, those golden eyes shutting as he placed his chin on the teenager's shoulder. "Let go of my hair…you freak…"
He didn't, he held on as Ichigo struggled to free himself, and after ten minutes he thought screw it. Both standing there like that, Ichigo grumbling and placing his forehead against the Hollow's left shoulder, feeling him wince slightly, pulling away at last, standing a few feet away, staring at him, looking at his left shoulder to see the blood on it.
"Whatever you did…" he frowned. "It must be affecting me in the real world!"
"You were bleeding?"
"Yeah!" he frowned.
"Listen, partner, I didn't do anything to you." he replied, glaring into those brown eyes. "Besides, I can just take over whenever I want."
Ichigo turned, sitting down, one leg stretched out, and one bent. Sighing, he shook his head. "You haven't been talking that much…is there something…wrong?"
Dark Ichigo quirked a white brow.
"I…hate it when you don't speak, especially during most of the last battle."
The white form flash stepped and bent down near Ichigo, sitting down with both legs stretched out. "I could feel your Spirit Energy falling and growing throughout the battle." he chuckled. "Besides, you hate my existence…so…"
"Not now…for some reason, I don't."
He closed his brown eyes, leaning slightly and hesitantly against Dark Ichigo, sighing as he fully let himself lean, the white form blinking from confusion, and at why his heart stopped for a split second, time stopping for as long as he stared at the young Soul Reaper. Tearing his eyes away, he frowned, but stayed there.
"Whatever," he muttered, a small bright blush on his face.