5- Broken wall, restored order

Slamming those eyes shut, he retreated to the world in his mind, panicking as he ran about, trying to find Dark Ichigo.

"Stop!" he shouted, whipping out his Zanpaku-to, slamming it against the wall between both souls. "Release your grip! Release it!" He continued to hack at it, the small dent growing, soon shattering the wall, Ichigo staring at his other half. Red Spiritual Energy lashing about, cutting his clothes, his button-up shirt almost torn to nothingness. "You bastard! You'll kill everyone if you don't stop!"

"You don't have me on a leash, do you see one?"

Ichigo frowned, steadily walking over, grasping some of the white fabric into his hands, yanking him close, his brown eyes narrowed, blood dripping from his skin. Seeing those yellow eyes narrow, shoving Ichigo down into the ground, pulling his Zanpaku-to out, stabbing it into the orange haired teen's torn shirt's right sleeve, pinning him down.

"Don't expect me to welcome you back when you greet me like that." he hissed, the look in his eyes much crazier than usual. "I will kill Kuchiki…count on it."

"Wait a minute! Have you lost it?!" he cried, bringing a knee up, thrusting it into Dark Ichigo's gut, roughly jolting up, ripping his skin and bleeding, and pouncing the white form down, his right knee near his crotch, his other near his right leg, Ichigo's left hand pressed to the ground next to Dark Ichigo's white hair, the right holding his left shoulder down. "She made me believe that I could save myself from you! That my body…wouldn't be yours!!"

"She corrupted you,"

"You did, you fucking ass!!" he scolded, shutting his eyes tightly, biting his lower lip. "You did!"

"Yes, in some way, I have…" he smirked, bringing a hand up and brushing those orange bangs out of that pale face. Then swiftly grabbed a handful of the soft short hair, pulling him down farther. "…and I've corrupted myself…"

"Huh?" Those brown eyes opened.

"…for nothing…"

"W-What?!"

Those pale white lips connected with his own, making the orange haired teen shudder from some disgust and shock. Yanking away, throwing his head back, he panted for air, Dark Ichigo having sucked some out of his lungs.

"W…why'd you go and do that?!" he snapped, frowning as Dark Ichigo chuckled.

"You win this round; I'll release my hold…"

Tripping, Ichigo fell into Chad, whom was blinking from confusion, everyone staring at the bleeding figure that Sado had lifted into his arms, Uryu walking beside him with a nod. "Why'd he attack Rukia?"

"I don't know," Uryu frowned. "But we have to have constant surveillance on him." The dark haired girl rushed over, a horrified look on her face and she placed a hand on Ichigo's bleeding chest. "He lost his mind, and you still trust him, Rukia?"

"It was my fault…I…shouldn't have torn him from his other half…" she mumbled, nodding over at Oriheme and Tatsuki.

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"Rukia, you said something about his other half,"

She looked away.

"What do you mean?"

"Listen, Uryu, I don't want to talk about it…" she spoke softly. But seeing Chad wanting to know, she sighed. "All right. I thought it'd be best if he never saw his other half ever again, so I told him to put that bracelet on. I broke their communication abilities, but I never knew that his other half would take over and try to kill me…or anyone."

"I think that you should remove that bracelet, Rukia." Chad pointed out. Nodding, she slipped it off, seeing Ichigo turn on his side, groaning softly. "Hopefully, he's well…tomorrow…"

"Yeah, we should go." Uryu frowned, walking out the door with the tall brute.

"I'll join you guys later!" she called, walking into the restroom and changing clothes, climbing into Ichigo's closet, thinking over what she had done to the young Soul Reaper.

"Nnn…" he moaned in a very soft tone, placing a hand to the side of his face, his cheeks burning over as the fever came back for a comeback. "…other…"

"Ichigo?" Dark Ichigo blinked, looking at him with wide golden eyes, confused. "Why're you here? I thought…you only wanted to see me if you wanted to fight."

"Asshole!" he snapped, walking over and crossing his arms once he stopped in front of him. "Why'd you…k-k-k…kiss me?"

Dark Ichigo chuckled, "No reason, but…by the expression on your face, it was your first." He stood, facing him with his hands in the pockets of the outfit Ichigo was wearing. "And I stole it."

"N…no! M-Maybe…" He blushed, looking away. "Don't do that again…okay?"

"Now you're asking favors?" Dark Ichigo laughed, walking up to the young Soul Reaper, grabbing his hands and shoving him against the wall behind the pale form, smirking as he removed his hands, slamming a fist into the youth's gut. "Let's fight over that."

"…you fucking…" he gasped, clutching his stomach. "…bastard!!"

"A 'fucking bastard'?" Dark Ichigo sneered, "Almost true. But…you're still a virgin, right?"

"Huh?!" Ichigo stuttered, slightly blushing. "You are so sick!"

"Isn't that what Hollow's are?" he smirked. "Sick." Dark Ichigo shrugged his shoulders, kneeing Ichigo in the gut, but the pale teen was on guard at the time, placing a hand on that very knee, lifting himself up, jumping behind Dark Ichigo, but sticking his tongue out as he passed that white face.

Spinning around, the white haired demon frowned, watching as the orange haired teen pulled out his Zanpaku-to, stabbing it into the ground, thrusting an arm out, trying to remember a spell Rukia used on him once. Yet all he could remember was that binding spell. Thinking screw it, he ran forth, catching Dark Ichigo off-guard, tackling him to the ground.

Yet once they crashed, Ichigo groaned, feeling someone shake him awake.

"Damn…" he frowned, looking up at Ichigo.

"Before I go," Ichigo smirked, throwing a punch at Dark Ichigo's cheek, seeing him blink. Smirking, he laid himself onto Dark Ichigo's strong chest, shutting his eyes. "We'll fight over that 'favor' later."

"Bastard," he snarled.

He opened his eyes to see his father stand there with a concerned expression on his face. "Why are you home early, son?"

"Uh…school ended early because of Mrs. Kukuya's funeral." he sighed, turning. "Now let me go back to sleep, I was dreaming of being free from this damn world…"

"Fine, be that way." Isshin huffed, turning and walking away.

Groaning, he laid on his back, looking at the ceiling with a sigh. "Ah…I can't sleep…and usually I always fall asleep once I get woken up by him on the weekends…" he breathed. "Why can't I now?"

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Turning in the chair he sat in, Ichigo yawned as he finally stood, munching on a small patch of gum. His brown eyes dull as he continued to drift off as he walked up the stairs and into the bathroom, looking into the mirror, crying out from shock as Dark Ichigo's image was beside him, standing still with his side to the mirror, his dark half on the other side, his golden hues much more duller than Ichigo's over the black underneath. Covering his mouth two seconds into the cry, the orange haired teen breathed through his nose, his bare chest extending then going back to its original size.

I can…see him…right? he thought as he looked over his shoulder to see a shut bathroom door. His gaze back on the mirror to see Dark Ichigo looking straight at it. Only in the mirror and my dreams? That sucks…

"Hey…dark half…"

Dark Ichigo blinked, looking to the side at his turned form. A questionable look on his features.

"Uh…does this mean I can talk to you now?" he asked, turning so he was standing straight, looking at his other half with brown eyes. "In my mind…and now the mirror. What next, a real body?"

Seeing the white form shrug, he shook his head.

"Okay, now…this really isn't a good time, since nature calls."

A sick smile slowly formed on those white lips. "Right…go ahead, I'll see ya tonight."

Nodding slowly, he looked down on his left wrist, actually really noticing that the bracelet was off. Closing his eyes, he did what came naturally, curse nature.

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"Hey, Rukia," the orange haired teen sighed, looking at her with his brown eyes. "Is it possible for a Hollow to have a human body?"

Where'd that come from? both thought with different expressions. Rukia looked concerned while Ichigo looked to the side with a quirked brow.

"Well, not really," she complied as she looked down on the ground with those purple eyes. "Although Soul Reapers can have Gigai…I'm not so sure a Hollow could." She placed a pointer to her lower lip, thinking real hard about the teenager's question. "I think so, maybe…Ichigo, if you are talking about your Hollow, yes, he could have a body. But…if that were to happen…your Spiritual Pressure may fall."

Hear that…dark half? he thought with a frown.

"Ah, I see…" he sighed, shaking his head. "I just thought I'd ask. It meant nothing, don't get me wrong." Rukia nodded, then looked over at a clock, grabbing the packed sack she had. "Where're you going at this time?"

"Tatsuki's." she complied, smiling. "I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Hey! What am I supposed to do until then?! I'll be bored out of my mind!" he protested, dropping his head once she left. "Great, thanks for listening, Rukia…"

Looking over at the mirror, he plopped himself down on the bed, rubbing the back of his neck. So…what do you suppose we do?

"You could always take a nap; we could fight to pass time. Besides," Dark Ichigo suggested, crossing his arms with a slight frown. "Time passes much faster while you sleep…right?"

"Point taken."

Yet he couldn't fall asleep or even try, since his mind was still on the subject that was put into a conversation about not too long ago. Dark Ichigo could have a body…a real fleshed body! His look of originality vanished, becoming depressed, rain pouring in his mind, getting Zangetsu and Dark Ichigo wet. Since Ichigo reminded himself that Zangetsu hated rain, he tried his hardest to change his emotion.

"Huh…? Make it stop raining, stupid! I'm getting soaked!!" Dark Ichigo snapped, placing his hands on Ichigo's shoulders, shaking him violently, but Ichigo didn't feel a single thing. "Come on…stop being so depressed dumbass! I don't like this storm you're causing!!!" This made Ichigo blink, confused as ever.

"I'M causing a storm?" he breathed, shaking his head. Now forcing a smile on his face, the rain storm lightening up, looking at the mirror to see his dark half's soak and wet form, laughing as he saw a scowl on that white handsome face. "Hey…tell Zangetsu I'm sorry, okay?" Laying his head down in Dark Ichigo's direction, he laid his head on the white form's lap, but it didn't look like it if he glanced away from the mirror. Sighing and stroking those orange strands, those brown eyes slowly shut, drifting off to his world within his mind.

Opening his eyes slowly, he sighed as Dark Ichigo looked away, frowning, the rain still going on. The young Kurosaki feeling a droplet of the wet liquid hit his cheek. Lifting a hand up and touching it, he frowned. He really must be depressed to feel it here too.

"Why are you so depressed in the first place, Ichigo?" the white form questioned, looking down on the silent form. "Tell me."