Request from one of my idols, Hollow Ichigo-Ichigo! Just think…if I had never found her stories, I wouldn't be here. So thank her! X3

The Slayers of Vampyres.

Kurosaki Ichigo was born and bred to be a vampire slayer. In the pathway of his wrath, nothing survived. Chosen as one of the best slayers, and referred as the 'Cancer' of the 12 Zodiac slayers. He was respected, and a spectacular warrior, but he couldn't help but feel the gaping hole and emptiness of something missing. He took on many jobs to distract himself from that emptiness, but on most nights, when the moon shone bright, he would feel whispers of caresses and words that tickled his ears. Only then would he feel a little more complete, not whole, but the emptiness was easier to bear. Often he would sit and think of why he became a slayer in the first place, as whenever he exterminated a vampire, he couldn't help but feel a distant and faint pain. As if he was not the one receiving the pain, but he could feel the dull ache of something else.

Why was he a slayer indeed? Ichigo hated to kill, but there was a cause. That cause was simple, and rather dumb. It was because of his teachings to hate vampires, to kill vampires, that he was a vampire slayer. Had he not been taught to be given a job and finish it at all costs, Kurosaki Ichigo might've have been a regular person. All children of the new age were brainwashed in a sense, the Gotei 13 assuring that one day, all vampires would be extinct.

So there he was, dressed in the clothes of the 'Cancer' slayer; a wine red cloak covering tight black clothes beneath. A tan pack hung from a loose belt and a katana was strapped to his back. The slayer moved quickly, his two targets realizing at the last minute their inevitable fate as black knives stabbed through their hearts. Removing the knives and hiding them back into the folds of his cloak, Ichigo bowed his head toward the unmoving bodies of the vampires.

Despite his teachings, Ichigo always chose the jobs to kill vampires who had committed crimes. These two had been drinking and killing innocent humans…so Ichigo had come punish. The male then held up a hand, the moisture in the air gathering to his fingertips. When the ball had become at least palm sized, the orangette closed his hand into a fist, the water bursting into a drizzle to soak the vampires. The bodies then faded, the trickling of water the only sound heard before Ichigo pressed a button on the choker around his neck.

"Cancer. Targets eliminated."

"Thank you, Cancer. You may return." A feminine voice responded to the report by a black earpiece.

Ichigo quickly ran back to Headquarters, or Sereitei, his body just a slight ripple in the air to regular humans. The light of the moon washed over him, sending a shiver down his figure. When finally at Headquarters, the male ate at the barracks then entered his room. The 12 of the Zodiac had separate rooms, each fairly large. Ichigo's was sparsely decorated, many throwing knives, and cleaning kits littering a long white desk. The male set down his weapons, shed his cloak and 'Cancer' clothes, and changed into a shirt and lounge pants.

He looked toward the large body length windows which let silvery moonlight stream in and set his large aquarium aglow. That pure light touched his face and Ichigo closed his eyes at the feeling of cool hands brushing at his face. The ache in his chest receded and the boy lay back against his sheets, content to feel feather light touches caressing his lithe frame. It was always like this-he would lay down to sleep and exactly when the moon's light washed over him, ghost hands would roam.

Ichigo moaned as one hand stroked his inner thigh and fingers prodded at his lips. Was it wrong to feel this? The slayer couldn't care less as these touches lessened the pain in his gut-his eternal pain.

"Ichigo…" That voice. It was always there. A whisper in the wind, a faint breath of sound that always said his name so lovingly. A hand was in his hair now, petting softly, causing him to lean slightly into the gentle motion. Then suddenly, it all disappeared. Ichigo sat up confused when someone knocked on his door once before barging in.

"Ichi-gah I mean, uh Cancer!" Honey brown eyes watched as a short black haired woman caught her breath at his door.

"What's up?" Rukia stood straighter, violet eyes worried. "Emergency meeting."

Ichigo raised a fine orange brow, swinging his legs over his bed to face his, for lack of better words, lieutenant. "Couldn't they have sent a Hell Butterfly?"

"That's the thing. The Hell Butterflies have all disappeared."

11 Zodiac slayers stood, 6 on one side and 5 on the other. They waited for the oldest, Leo the Lion, or Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto, the leader of the 12 to seat himself at the end of both lines.

"I have called you all here because of an emergency. All Hell Butterflies have disappeared. All our scientists and mages are investigating, but none have come up with anything."

The slayers didn't say anything. Yamamoto opened his eyes slightly, eyes landing upon Ichigo.

"Cancer. The Hell Butterflies lie within your realm, the moon. Have you not seen anything?"

"I merely speak for the moon, I believe that it has called-" The boy stopped, causing all the people to stare worriedly at him. His lips were slightly parted, usually warm chocolate brown eyes staring vacantly off into a world that none but him could see.

"Someone prepare to catch the boy once he is back." As soon as the old man said that, Ichigo shuddered and started to fall forward, only to be caught in the strong arms of Libra, the Scales. The boy opened his eyes, fear flashing in them before he pushed away from the stoic face of Kuchiki Byakuya.

"What did you see?" Everyone looked expectantly at the child who just stared at the ground before slowly lifting his head to look at Leo straight in the eyes.

"A Hell Butterfly. From within the darkness." The 11 others in the room leaned closer, surprised when the boy representing Cancer whipped his head around and stared at the doors to the meeting hall. They all immediately waited with bated breath-if Cancer felt something…then it had to be spiritual.

A single lone butterfly fluttered silently. It was all white unlike its black counterpart and glided like a ghost – no, like a beam of moonlight across the room to flap right in the center. A slight voice whispered, yet none could deny the smugness behind it.

'I will take what you deem most important. Whether it be an object or person, I shall have it. I give you 5 days to prepare yourselves unless you desire a blood bath.'

The butterfly then dissipated into light, returning to its owner. No one said anything until their leader smacked his cane hard in the ground, hard enough to leave yet another dent.

"There's no use in dilly dallying! Gather the slayers! Fortify all defenses! Protect Seretei at all costs!" The Zodiacs left, hurrying out to perform their duties. Ichigo as well started to leave with Yamamoto beckoned him closer. The boy hesitantly approached, honey orbs wary.

"You saw something else." There was no lying against the Sotaicho, so Ichigo bowed his head in apology before looking away.

"One rides alone, on what creature, I do not know. He carries upon him a white katana, with the moon upon his back. He is confident, strong…and a vampire."

Cheesy. That's all I can say. I will update my other stories soon, I promise! Love you all!