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Chapter 7: True Identity
Shiro hissed as the mark on his hand burned. Damnit Grimmjow! ! ! He snapped in his head.
"Shiro? What's wrong?" Ichigo asked as he stared at his lover's pained and pissed off face.
"It's Grimmjow. We need to go back now." Shiro said, wrapping his arm tightly around the human's waist before lifting off into the sky.
"Wait, I don't understand! How do you kn-" Ichigo looked at the mark on his hand and noticed that it was now bleeding. "Shiro?"
"A special...pact as it were. We're bound by blood. I can tell if something is wrong with him."
"You did that with a demon?"
"Well...yup."
"Why in hell would you do that? !"
"I was bored, and besides, this Imbalance needs to end." Shiro sighed and didn't look at Ichigo. But the possibility of the cost...it hurts to think about it...
Grimmjow hissed as his shoulder was torn open by the demon's claws. "So much for the infamous Jeagerjaques, Banishment for the last fifty years has done you great harm." It taunted. Grimmjow's tail lashed furiously.
How dare this thing mock me? ! He thought, launching at it again, but he was easily batted aside. Shit my life...this sucks... He rose to his four legs when the demon howled in pain. Grimmjow looked up to see Shiro on top of it, his sword sticking out of its back.
"Ichigo! Light it up will ya?"
"I've never done something this big before!" Ichigo called from behind Grimmjow, his hands on fire.
Do not come near me kid... Grimmjow thought. Ichigo turned to look at him, only to stare for a moment. What's this kid's problem?
"Will ya try? ! I can't hold on forever here!" Ichigo and Grimmjow watched as the angel was flung around wildly by the demon, trying to dislodge the sword from its back. It managed to buck hard enough to toss shiro off and into a tree, the impact knocking him out.
"Shit!" Ichigo thrusted his hands forward and managed to shoot streams of fire from his fingers, aiming rather...low on the demon. Grimmjow almost howled with laughter at the creature as it bent over and screamed in pain.
As long as it ain't my balls getting fried... He grinned. He noticed the power had rebounded a bit on Ichigo, burning his shirt away. He nodded towards Shiro and Ichigo ran to check on him as Grimmjow launched at the downed demon's throat. He tore into it with teeth and claws, his nose curling at the disgusting scent that was itsd blood. It fell dead and Grimmjow sighed, shaking his fur and turning back into his normal form. His shoulder was still injured, but it would heal. "Damnit all that blowed." He grumbled. As he walked back over, he caught a glimpse of the scar on Ichigo's back as he helped Shiro to his feet. Impossible...
"You ok?" Ichigo asked as Shiro rubbed his forehead.
"Damnit that hurt..." The angel grumbled. He looked at the demon's fading, burnt body and grinned. "Ya did good Ichigo." Ichigo blushed a bit and shivered when a cool wind struck his back.
"Damnit my shirt..."
"It's a small reprecussion. It'll be ok once you learn to control everything better." Shiro explained, patting his shoulder and handing him his trench coat.
"Shiro...we need to talk, now." Grimmjow's voice was cold as he glared at the angel. "Alone." Shiro sighed and nodded, his gold eyes stern.
"Ichigo, head on back ok? I'll be there soon. I promise." Ichigo nodded and began to walk catioudly back to his house, giving Shiro one more glance before dissapereing down the street. "Now what?"
"Ichigo's the Prince, isn't he?" Grimmjow stated.
"Took you long enough to notice." Shiro sighed. "C'mon, I thought it was obvious."
"You knew? ! And you never told me? !"
"He isn't strong enough yet! Aizen is still the Ruler of Hell, and Ichigo's lucky that the demon wasn't sure of his true identity. Even he doesn't know!" Shiro spat angrily. "I knew...the moment I saved his life, that he was different. Watching him over the years, I saw the mark. I knew his memory had been washed away by the Lethe."
"Then why not tell me? !"
"Because you're hell bent on getting him home! And that is the last thing to do right now!" Shiro hid his wings again and sighed. "Hell's Imabalnce has affected the world itself. If you take him there and he isn't strong enough..." Shiro shook his head and flexed his shoulders. "Look, give me two months, that's it."
"Just two?"
"He needs to know, and I was going to tell him until you got your ass attacked. So just...just let me tell him, ok?" Grimmjow ran a hand through his sweaty blue hair, flinching at the pain in his arm. Shiro walked up and placed a hand over his shoulder. He closed his eyes and a small, pale white light covered the wound. When it faded, the wound and the pain was gone.
"Why help me if you knew? Why hide it from me?" Grimmjow asked. "You do know I can be trusted, right?"
"Trusted, yes. But trusted to do the right thing? I'm not so sure..." Shiro replied.
"Thanks for my shoulder." Shiro just grunted and they began walking back. "He's gonna be pissed."
"Exceptionally."
"And then he'll fry our balls off."
"You mean fry mine. You don't have any." Shiro smirked as Grimmjow snarled at him.
"Want proof?"
"No thanks, although I doubt I'll see anything at all." He looked at Grimmjow one more time before they both started laughing.
Chapter 7 end
So the obvious truth is out. But there's pleanty of things to do before the story closes, so no worries about that, neh? XD