A/N: Deeply sorry for the longest wait EVER...but I got writer's block but I'm over it...somewhat. So here's what you people get for waiting...AN UPDATE!
Purple hues widened painfully at her friend was backing up that...that monster. "I did that for you, I can't believe you're actually playing around with him!" she defended, her hands balled into fists. Rukia looked absolutely horrified and stunned at this and continued telling herself it was all a bad dream.
Ichigo scowled and placed a hand on his hip and stared down at the tiny shinigami.
"If you can't accept that, then get out."
A sharp was let out, the petite girl jerking her head up. Eyes shaken by shock as well as her muscles tensing. Closing her eyes she swung her hand out at the orange haired teen.
A loud crack was announced throughout the room, echoing and the sounds of hasty footsteps afterword.
Brown eyes were half-lidded, a cold gaze in them, even if his cheek stung from the slap. There was a red print in the shape of a hand but he had enough emotion to lift his left hand and touch it lightly. "...and stay out." he mumbled, eyes closed.
I thought she'd be more understanding after I told her. Guess not.
His door creaked open, revealing a puff of white hair and soon the hollow that was like a mirror to his own form. Golden hues were slightly widened once he saw the coldness in his King's expression, in those usually warm, almost hot chocolate, eyes.
Stepping in Shiro stood attired in a large white button-up t-shirt, baggy black pants, with the dark boxers underneath. He parted his lips to speak but stopped once Ichigo lowered his hand from the throbbing cheek.
"She didn't understand," the orange haired teen simply said. "We'll probably be dealing with a lot of shit later."
Shiro pursed his lips then and placed a hand on his stomach on instinct. Blinking from the action and looking back down on the bump. Have I lost my mind?
It had been a long while after that since Ichigo spoke, he seemed lost in his thoughts. The images bouncing about and his right hand rubbing his temple as he sat down on the desk chair in his room. His knees were spread and brows furrowed from the raising aggravation and anger.
Though his albino half was laying in his bed, under the covers and dozing. Slightly curled up in a ball, fists lightly closed and near his face. Small sounds passed deathly pale lips.
Looking up after a moment the eldest Kurosaki sibling felt the sight pull at something in his chest. About how angelic such a demon could be, seem so innocent yet so sinful.
"I...Ichigo..." the white form whimpered, burying his face into the pillow below him.
The side of his lips tugged up as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, thinking about how good it felt to be inside the white haired being. His arms moved back to hook themselves over the back of the chair. Besides his dad and Rukia catching them, things didn't seem too bad.
It almost felt like he'd created something with his other half.
Moving to stand he moved over to Shiro, raising a hand and running it through the snow white strands. They were so soft, and the other smelled good. Like rain, sweet, teasing rain. Sure they were the same person but they weren't exactly the same.
Smiling softly he crouched onto his knees, leaning in to kiss the albino's forehead and then cheek.
A muffled, "Mmm..." passed the hollow's lips as he curled up some more.
Ichigo reached a hand out and took one of Shiro's into his own, the fingers intertwining easily and simply as he kissed the hollow's neck.
"I love you," he whispered once he lifted his head and ran his lips over his other's ear.
"Nnn..." Shiro turned to face the other, though his eyes were still closed. "Ichi..."
"Congratulations, hollow," a voice sneered, the lighting in the room only flashing over his own bare body. "You have now given me test subjects, oh lucky day. Oh, happy day."
Golden spheres flickered down to his stomach and saw that it was like a nine month pregnant woman's own. But...how was this possible? He tugged at his binds before hearing the 'clinks' of chains and glanced up to the cieling to see that he was bound.
Then he felt something dribble down his leg. It felt disgusting over warm and nasty.
"Oh, it's almost time, demon. Your water broke."
"What?" Shiro shouted, eyes wide and backing away from the scalpel nearing his belly. "G-get tha' fuckin' thing away from me!" He lifted a leg and kicked the hand away with narrowed eyes.
"Do you really want to do that?"
"Huh?"
Another light went on. It revealed a sight he didn't relish in seeing either.
Golden hues shook in horror as his throat dried, breathing in hastily as the hot mirth of tears welled in his eyes.
No! No...it couldn't be...
Blood pooled on the floor, droplets making a sickening sound when they dripped and joined the rest. The figures eyes were dull and life just didn't seem to flicker in them, as if a corpse whose eyes never closed. Blood caked their hair, skin, some even got in their eye.
"No..."
Blades were in the other's body, piercing through and cutting the skin to hell.
"...no..."
The other lifted their head slowly and smiled weakly before coughing out blood, hanging limp completely then.
"KING!"
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