Sincerity in its Madness

((A/N: for those who want to listen to the music they played The youtube link is www youtube com/watch?v=33H5zM-ErlA I don't own bleach I simply only own the plot for this oneshot. I don't really think I will be making more to this, but the demand for more is high enough then I might consider it. Please review, and check out Love Me Bitterly Loath Me Sweetly))

Dear my beloved King,

In this letter you are reading I ask you not to fret, fore at the moment I am fine, but I doubt you'll even care to read this letter, for I was nothing but your source of protection, your entertainment, a toy for you to manipulate at will. Though I must ask, do you remember all the times we've spent together. The times when you use to come to your inner world and we would just sit and talk. The times where we use to make love secretly inside your inner world as we hid from Zangetsu. Do you remember that song I use to play on the piano for you when you would let me manifest in the world of the living? Do you remember that time where I had left your inner world just to save you and after we had run away you made me promise you that I would never stop smiling? Do you? Let alone do you even remember me? Do you remember that night 12 years ago when you thought I had died and you went back to the soul society and took your place as overseer of hueco mundo? My beloved, I must ask though, have you ever even gave a single thought about me after I had nearly died protecting you? Because for me Day after reteched day, night after sleepless night I would think of you every second. There were countless times where I had nearly given up hope but remembered your promise and did not give into the temptation of that blade we both share, in a way I know you would hate me for! My beloved when you read this letter I must ask, have you ever given thought as to who still protects you while you sleep peacefully in bed with your little Queen? Why even after all these years you still remain alive even after I had died? Was I not the one who saved you all those times by taking over and lending you my power to the fullest? Am I no longer the one who claims your beautiful heart?! Am I no longer as to any value to you? Are we no longer one soul? Are you afraid that the demon that was once inside you that you once called your Horse will one day turn against you? My Beloved as you read this, if you even do, afterwards I want you to look out your window and tell me the truth to these two questions I must ask. If I can no longer smile, will you still love me... that is if you even do. Can you fix the mangled heart of mine if you still love me...Ichigo Kurosaki

Your hollow
Shiro Engetsu

The letter was written in what seemed to have been blood from what the orange haired man, Ichigo Kurosaki had noticed. As he continued to read the letter he had also noticed what seemed to be tear stains on the letter. He could see the little blotches and with each word he read he got more confused. When he finished the letter Ichigo frowned and looked out his window.

What he saw was what seemed to be a completely white version of himself that hadn't slept or even eaten in years. Eyes seemed dull, almost dead looking. He was skin and bones and riddled with scars, some self inflicted others from actual combat. The white version of himself that called himself Shiro Engetsu looked as if Ichigo was holding his life in his hands.

Ichigo looked at him with pity before closing his window and leaving the white hair version for dead.