AN: Hi! Welcome to Forsaken and Righteous! I know this is a WoW and Bleach crossover but this was written so it can be enjoyed without having to see either. There is WoW characters and Bleach characters but this will be heavily focused on Ichigo and Shiro and their place within Azeroth as Paladin and Death Knight. If you don't know a WoW Character or area, it's completely okay. Treat it at face value! Some lore may be cut or twisted for the lore in WoW simply because there is SO. MUCH. OF. IT. This story is mainly placed in the Wraith of the Lich King xpac..We'll see if this gets to Legion. I kinda wanted to play with the current DK and Paladin questlines in current WoW content. I really don't want to focus on Horde V. Alliance so that's why they're placed in Dalaran which is..semi-neutral but that in itself is a whole thing that we wont get into.

Feel free to ask for clarification! I try to look everything that I want to get detailed in up, but I can only do so much. My main in WoW is a Death Knight (spot the Author's WoW character!) and I have a Paladin as well. Both my DK and Pally are my only two 110's so I've played some of their lore and am reading the book on Arthas' story..I need to stop talking and just tell ya'll the warnings.

Warnings: Gore, Blood, Death, Possible Smut, Signs of PTSD, Memory loss and confusion, Metioned GrimmShiro relationship... can't think of anything else.

Stay tuned for the end AN

On with the Fic!

Shiro remembered his death, he remembered being pulled from it too. He remembered training, he remembered that dick named Aizen. He remembered making his way to the top. He was a human that had died on the battle field. He was sure that The Lich King knew he did but he didn't seem that was a concern for him, that he remembered his first life.

His King's only concern was that Shiro did his job as the lead of the elite team of Death Knights. It consisted of Eight. Two Humans, one Blood Elf, one Orc, and one Night Elf. Shiro was the only Death Knight Champion. He specialized in all three diseases and studies, Blood Plagues being his favorite. Grimmjow was a Death Knight that specialized in Blood diseases.

He was second best in those studies. Grimmjow was the second Human and remembered nothing of what killed him or his previous life. Shiro and him got along quiet well and he became his best friend. Shiro trusted him as much as he did his King, Arthas. Shiro remembered meeting Grimmjow after their Death team was forged. Their team was always sent in to finish the job and claim more land in the name of The Lich King.

Their souls belonged to him, and they obeyed. Shiro and Grimmjow became very close and soon the team fell to two. Their names struck fear into those who faced them. They were respected and feared, The Lich King placing them at their base camp at Death's Breach to conquer New Avalon, a human settlement. Shiro and Grimmjow did as they were told and watched as the citizens and armies retreated behind high walls.

This is when it went to hell, after they burned the church. Shiro talked to a woman who remembered him. He and Grimmjow had known her. That's when Grimmjow and himself felt something in their chests again after she told them to kill her and to remember what they had fought for. To remember their home.

"Grimmjow.."

"I noticed."

"What will he say?"

"He already knows, Shiro." Shiro looked at his old friend and Grimmjow looked at him. Grimmjow placed his hands on the lifeless white skin of the other. "We can make it work." Shiro smirked lopsidedly and took his hand. So they continued to work, none the wiser that their commander knew and didn't trust it.

Arthas could care not. Shiro hadn't felt fear so great when Grimmjow disappeared one night from their tent in Death's Breach He scrambled up and grabbed his sword and ran out, the runeblazed blade providing him light in the dark. Yellow eyes glowed unnaturally in the dark as they flicked around to gather his wits. He let the cold seep into his veins as he ran to the portal back to Acherus, their home of steel and stone in the sky.

His King wouldn't let this happen. He wouldn't. He found Grimmjow with slashes in his back from blades that burned, ones that seared. Shiro ran forward and met the blades of a captain.

"If you wanna fight me go ahead. I will win." Shiro hissed, Ghouls started to find their way to obey his will. Grimmjow's mouth hung open and saliva dropped out, blue glowing eyes looking to the ground. The undead captain sneered but pulled his blade away.

"Know that I will make sure you and him stay in line. You care only for our King." Shiro watched him leave before commanding his ghouls to rip the chains from Grimmjow. Grimmjow fell to his knees and looked to Shiro.

Shiro had known then they wouldn't make it, then. They would fall like the rest of their team to be forgotten and hated. Shiro took him back to the safety of their camp and summoned more ghouls to protect their tent.

"You're healing me like a Paladin." Grimmjow said as Shiro played a wet cloth on his back. Shiro growled as Grimmjow hissed.

"Don't insult me." Grimmjow chuckled slightly and looked back at the other.

"Why do we follow him so blindly?"

"Our King?"

"Mhm."

"Don't talk like that." Shiro hissed. "He gave us a second chance."

"For what?" Grimmjow demanded. "To die at his hands? You saw what happened to Yammy. He was there and did nothing." Shiro was quiet as he laid another cloth down, Grimmjow hissing again.

"You will die if you continue to talk like this."

"Is that a threat?"

"No it's a fact." Shiro said with finality. "Arthas may not give a damn but the Princes, Commanders, and Captains do. If we step out of line, Grimmjow they will not have it. They will kill us and find someone else to groom as champion."

"You're the only one able to use all three diseases, Shiro." Grimmjow said, Shiro met glowing blues. They stared at each other. "You are not replaceable." Shiro sneered and grabbed his chin and made him look into his eyes.

"I am nothing without you by my side Grimmjow so do not talk like that. You know I don't give a shit about a lot of things but you and our King are the only things I do give a shit about." Grimmjow blinked and stared at Shiro wide eyed. He grinned.

"You care about me?" Grimmjow teased and Shiro rolled his eyes with a grin.

"You do too, ne?" Grimmjow stopped, grin fading to a smirk.

"You're not wrong." Grimmjow replied and Shiro felt warm, for the first time in awhile. Shiro kissed him. Grimmjow returning the favor. Shiro pulled away when Grimmjow hissed.

"Oh come on, don't be a baby." Shiro teased, Grimmjow rolled his eyes.

"Some of them are pretty deep." Grimmjow replied, Shiro nodded as he looked at the covered wounds.

"I saw. Why did they do this?"

"I mouthed off to one of the Princes."

"Fuck, Grimmjow." Shiro whispered.

"Yeah, yeah."

"You know I'm all for doing shit our way but one of the princes, which one?"

"...Prince Keleseth."

"No wonder they used his daggers.." Shiro said. He then sighed. "Does Darion know?"

"No." Shiro nodded.

"We need to keep our heads down." Shiro said. Grimmjow made a sound of agreement, he was falling asleep. Shiro let him and sat quiet. When had he become so compliant..He squeezed his eyes shut.

"What are we gonna do?" He whispered

The next week was the worst of Shiro's unlife. They went to Light's Hope Chapel, to fight the Paladins and gain the something Arthas wanted. During the battle, Paladins and Death Knights alike died. Shiro and Grimmjow were back to back. Grimmjow was in pain still, he wasn't ready to fight again but Shiro had no way of healing him. Grimmjow did his best by drawing off the energy of those who he killed but he wasn't up to par.

Lilithra, their friend and the blood elf that had survived the Death squad's catastrophe froze and sickened those for Grimmjow, making it easier to kill and hack the brittle skin. The fighting suddenly stopped as they turned to see Darion, one of the higher death knights, had challenged their king. They witnessed and heard that the Lich King had planned for them all to die in order to get what he wanted. What he wanted was still uncertain to Shiro, only the higher ups knew. Betrayal filled him and he growled. Darion proved he would no longer stand with The Lich King and while holding Grimmjow's hand, they ran to re-take Acherus in the name of the Ebon Hold Knights.

Ghouls and huge white beasts made of different corpses battled in Acherus against the rebelling Death Knights. Shiro and Grimmjow came to a stop to see the Vrykul killing off some Unholy Death Knights. Shiro felt someone grip his hand and he looked to Grimmjow.

"I've got your back." Grimmjow said and Shiro's grinned.

"And I've got yours." They'd be free. They could do what they pleased if they won.

"Which disease?" Grimmjow asked, knowing Shiro was still choosing which of the three he'd mastered.

"We'll have a better chance if I have my ghouls." He summoned his ghouls, Grimmjow grinning.

"I like the way you think." They raised their swords and rushed in, hands slipping as they began the dance of were a perfect team, where Grimmjow was weak Shiro made up for it and Grimmjow ensured Shiro's ghouls and himself stayed safe while he wasn't using his blood diseases that could heal. The crowd was thinning, but not before he saw one of the captains come from the side and knock him down. His ghouls turned and so did Grimmjow.

Shiro saw his runeblazed sword slide away from him. He growled and made the ground around the captain sudden boil and burn. Grimmjow looked to Shiro with wide glowing blues, to see Shiro was crossing diseases. He and the captain crossed blades. The ghouls taking care of the enemy ghouls that targeted them.

Shiro scrambled for his blade and leaped up. He ran forward and nailed the captain in his chest, he sputtered then smiled cruelly. Shiro frowned and pulled his sword free before he turned to see the hook of one of those corpses, those Abomination's caught in Grimmjow's stomach. He sputtered but growled and threw his sword into the things head, Shiro's ghouls descending on the monster. Shiro was frozen in place, Grimmjow dropped to the ground.

He could see he was trying to leech life out of the blood that littered the floor, trying to save himself. He wasn't strong enough, nor did he have the runes from his weapon that he discarded to aid him. Shiro sprinted, pulled his lover's sword free then running back to him. He dropped to his knees and laid the sword on Grimmjow's legs. Grimmjow gripped the hilt and he could see the blade light but then dim.

"Grimmjow, come on. You can do it. Use my ghouls if you must." Grimmjow's eyes were dimming in their blue glow but they turned to the four ghouls left that had their heads tilted.

"I..I can-" He coughed. Losing blood he would need to use for his healing abilities wasn't helping. Grimmjow pulled Shiro down and kissed him, which left blood on alabaster lips. He fell limp after that, blue glowing eyes going dull.

Shiro stared, he shook with rage. There was a Lich King loyal Death Knight trying to escape, the last one. The Knight was suddenly stopped and rose into the air. A black and purple arm that came from Shiro's hand held them that way. He didn't feel anything but he didn't wish to escape, he'd die for Arthas.

The ground froze but also bubbled with blood where Shiro stepped.

That Death Knight didn't make it back to the Lich King's forces.

Ichigo Kurosaki lived in the magical city of Dalaran. It was a city that mages conducted their training but also explored their world, Azeroth. He was a Paladin which was very much out of place, but he wished to have a safe haven for his sisters. Yuzu was currently studying under priests that resided in the city that aided the mages. Ichigo worked as a mercenary for the Kirin Tor, he wished to stay out of the Horde and Alliance war while Karin kept their shop running, not quiet interested in choosing a study.

His only loyalty was to his friends, and to his family. His father and mother, who had been a Paladin and Hunter respectively had died in a Scourge raid by the Lich King. He remembered barely surviving but the Light had aided him and chose to help him. He still didn't understand how, seeings ceremonies were conducted to those men and women that were of age to receive the Light's blessing. He was a human that had lived in a small village in Lorderon, a kingdom within Azeroth.

It had been set on fire and the corpses used to bolster the undead army. He saw his father's body carried away and didn't want to think what was happening to his father. Arthas usually targeted Paladins to resurrect into his Death Knight's. If they hadn't seen combat hand to hand it was said they sewed the bodies together to make monsters. The Light had blessed him and his sisters, allowing him to find a place in their home that had a false wall.

It was dusty, and old but evident that it was meant for this. They waited for two days, before they were rescued by Paladins. When they found them they were bathed to prevent disease, and taken back to Stormwind, the Alliance capital. Near where his mother grew up. He quickly abandoned them after undergoing Paladin training.

Karin and Yuzu were much happier in Dalaran, in Stormwind they were omens. Omens of what was to be feared of the Lich King and what could come to their home on Kalimdor, a continent to the west of Northrend which was another continent on Azeroth. So they left for Northrend, by portal to the safe haven of Dalaran. From then on Ichigo had been aiding keeping Dalaran safe. Currently he was being called to a meeting, he left Yuzu and Karin with Rukia who was a mage studying under her brother.

He was concerned about what this was about.

A few months had passed. He would be celebrating his twenty-fifth birthday if he were alive. He had seen much, and become the leader next to Darion of the Ebon Blade Knights. He was riding his Deathcharger, his Tensa that he had gone to the shadow realm to resurrect, through the magic city of Dalaran. He was tolerated now, barely. He got whispers and stares as he rode to a nearby stable, nodding at the older man named Ukitake.

He was kind, and hadn't given him or Tensa issues. He then walked to the Violet Citadel and up the steps. He walked in to see the mages and shockingly, an orange haired Paladin. He stayed where he was, not wanting trouble. Shiro raised a brow to one of the Archmages.

"We've called both of you here to discuss you two working together." Shiro had also been doing work for the Kirin Tor, being undead held job perks that the living couldn't do. Shiro's scared face frowned and he saw the look of murder the Paladins was giving him.

"I don' think he's gonna go for tha'."

"Arthas is becoming more and more aggressive." That shut Shiro up. "We need to keep him from doing what he did to New Avalon to Kalimdor and the world." Another Mage picked up where he left off.

"Usually we don't get involved..but the situation is becoming dire." Shiro was quiet, the Paladin spoke then.

"How do we even know he wouldn't aid Arthas?" Shiro turned furious eyes to the young Paladin. He had to be joking.

"Do not lump me in with tha' bastard." Shiro hissed, He then turned to the mages. "I will do what ya ask, I want to be in the front lines when you aid the Alliance and Horde in the final assault." One mage looked sceptical. They knew one of their own, Jaina Proudmore wouldn't be too keen on seeing Shiro there. She and Arthas had been close, lovers in fact. That all changed when he killed an entire city, a rash decision he had thought would save his kingdom from the plague necromancers had spread through the grain used for bread. The choice that started Arthas' undoing

Shiro knew what it felt like to lose someone. Shiro's glowing gold eyes flicked to the Paladins.

"Hear me now, Paladin. If you ever think I'm still loyal to tha' coward I will leave ya to fend for yourself."

"Just like you did when you watched my village burn?" Shiro stopped. The only recollection of burning villages was when the elite Death Knights would purge villages with Paladins in them, to aid in the war effort.

"I only did tha' when under Arthas' control." He knew he had done awful things even after he was free from the Lich King's mental control.

"I don't care. You Death Knights are all the same. No moral code and no care to who you destroy as long as you get your way."

"Ichigo, we need you two to help Azeroth. We allow you to live here, cooperation is all we ask." Said an older mage woman. Ichigo was quiet.

"Fine." He huffed and turned, exiting quickly. The mages looked to Shiro.

"He needs someone that's experienced in battle, he has sisters."

"I'm not responsible for his life." Shiro responded. He turned to leave before hearing one of the mages that hadn't spoke.

"He's a friend to my sister, he needs a seasoned warrior to show him how to survive. He relies on the Light too much." Shiro looked at the man with coal eyes and black hair.

"I didn't think I'd ever hear a livin' thing say tha'." The mage he knew as Byakuya, was an unemotional man to Shiro. However the look he gave Shiro was almost pleading. Shiro sighed after a moment and nodded. "I'll do it."

"Thank you, Shirosaki." Shiro nodded and walked out of the citadel, seeing the Paladin was walking down one of the streets.

"Hey!" He yelled. The orange haired man turned. The man watched as Shiro descend the stairs and made his way to him.

"If we're gonna work together I should know your name." He narrowed his eyes for a moment, Shiro watching his eyes bounce from scar to scar.

"Ichigo Kurosaki. Yourself?" That last name rung a bell for Shiro as he responded.

"Ogichi Shirosaki." Ichigo stared at him for a moment before his look of murder returned from earlier.

"Do you remember what happened to a man named Isshin Kurosaki? And his wife?" Shiro frowned.

"I'm gonna be honest with ya kid, I don't remember much before New Avalon. Mostly bits and pieces." Ichigo frowned.

"Why not?" Shiro was going to answer then he remembered dying glowing blues and he grimaced. Mild concern showed on the others face along with curiosity.

"Don' know myself."

"I'm not a kid, either."

"How old are ya?"

"Nineteen." Shiro snorted.

"You're a year older than me when I died." Ichigo frowned, curiosity showing again. "Ya know for a Paladin tha' hates me so much you sure are curious." Ichigo rolled his eyes.

"I want to know your battle experience, did you die in battle?"

"I died to a Doomlord. From what I hear he went on to start the plague in Lorderon." Ichigo's eyes widened. "I could've stopped Arthas before it started, but I was eighteen. I had only been fighting with the blood elves for two years and even then there wasn't much."

"The Light saved me and my sisters from that day, when my home was burned." Shiro raised a skeptical brow.

"The Light?" It came out flat and Ichigo rolled his eyes.

"The Light once watched over you too."

"If it had I wouldn't be here." Shiro said. Suddenly he heard a disturbance in the nearby stable. There were some men that looked to be Priests hassling Ukitake and Tensa. Ichigo felt the air around him chill as the already glowing yellow eyes seemed to intensify.

Shiro turned and wraith walked over, an ability that allowed him to move faster through the shadow realm.

"How dare you harbor Death Knights!"

"They killed my son!"

"They turned my mother into one of them!" Ukitake coughed into his hand and put the other up.

"Please gentlemen, the Death Knight that this horse belongs to works with the Ebon Hold Knights and with the Kirin Tor."

"He still has murdered!" When Shiro arrived they had just started beating on the man and going for Tensa. Tensa put one of the men in his place, knocking him down. Shiro yanked one of them off Ukitake and threw his sword into the others robe.

"What're ya hassling 'em for?!"

"Release me, filth." The priest growled. He grabbed Shiro's hand and light shone. Shiro's hand started to burn. Shiro grit his teeth and threw him out of the stable hissing at the red cracked mark that was left on his alabaster skin. He was shocked to see Ichigo behind him. Shiro walked over and pulled his sword out of the others robes.

"Leave." Ichigo ordered.

"Why are you helping them, Paladin?"

"Because no matter how I feel about Death Knights you don't have the right to harass this man. Leave or your residence in Dalaran will be revoked, we have no room for trouble makers here." Ichigo said, Shiro noticing at the end he seemed to just be doing his job. The Priests finally pissed off and Shiro stepped forward to check on Ukitake who was coughing quiet a bit.

"Are ya alright?" The man nodded then he cleared his throat.

"I'm alright, thank you." He rasped. Shiro nodded and stood to his full height, helping the man up. Ukitake looked at his hand and sighed.

"How do you heal?"

"In battle." Shiro replied. "Or really slow." Ukitake shook his head.

"Pity." Shiro laughed.

"I'm dead, I jus' gotta sew myself up or go and get myself dinner." Ichigo frowned.

"What?" Shiro turned, glowing yellows seemed to laugh at the younger.

"I mean I'd go and hunt."

"What?!" Ichigo parroted. Shiro rolled his eyes.

"My blood moves when I fight, allowin' it ta clot and do shit it would do if I was alive." Ichigo continued to frown and Shiro just shook his head and went to pet his charger. Ukitake walked to the paladin.

"Ichigo, right?" Ichigo nodded. Ukitake smiled.

"You're welcome to my stable anytime." Ichigo smirked and nodded, Shiro grabbed a blanket from the corner of Tensa's stall. He draped it over the strong, undead horse. Ichigo raised a brow.

"What are you doing?"

"Hidin' him. I'm not goin' back to Acherus quiet yet." Shiro flexed his damaged hand and winced.

"Why not?"

"Ya ask a lot of questions." Ichigo flushed slightly and Ukitake chuckled. "They're likely to come back, if they do I don' want to come back to find Ukitake dead."

"I'll be fine, Shiro."

"Ya shouldn't have to deal with my shit. I have to look into some things anyway."

"Like?"

"..Tryin' to figure out who is still with the Lich King from the battle in Acherus."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Each Death Knight specializes in specific diseases."

"What's yours?" Shiro smirked at that and looked back at the other with glowing yellows.

"All three." Ichigo's eyebrows rose.

"I'm handy with a shield..I just prefer my sword at times." Shiro nodded. The two men were interrupted by someone calling for Ichigo.

"Ichi-nii!" Ichigo turned and saw Yuzu running towards him, priest robes flowing in the wind. She was young, looking in her young teens from what Shiro saw. Her hair was short and her bangs braided back to clip. Ichigo smiled in his own way, not a truly full one but one she knew was one of love.

"How'd class go?"

"Well! I learned some more healing techniques and trained with some Paladins!" Ichigo nodded, ruffling her hair.

"Did Renji help you?"

"Mhm!" That was the only reason, Renji being a few ranks above him as a Paladin kept an eye on his little sister. He felt the same with Rukia and Karin, Karin taking classes as a mage.

"Good, what do you want for dinner?"

"Stew!" Ichigo thought for a moment, Dalaran hadn't gotten meat in awhile due to the Lich King's armies.

"..I don't know."

"I got it." Ichigo frowned and turned back to Shiro. "I gotta hunt anyway, I'll get ya dinner." Yuzu looked towards the other and she felt some fear, knowing a Death Knight when she saw one. They were learning how to heal the diseases they inflicted, finding the Blood one to be the most difficult.

"Who's this?"

"This is a Death Knight that's going to be helping me with Dalaran's security."

"A Death Knight..?" Ichigo nodded and she looked at Shiro some more, the yellow glowing eyes usually hid his emotions, but she saw a haunted man. The scars riddling his face and one that ran into the shaved part of his head proved he'd seen a lot.

Light guide him she thought.

Yuzu was under the impression that the Light didn't abandon anyone, they just became lost or locked out of its potential. Ichigo wished it were true, but it wasn't.

"..It would be appreciated!" She chirped to the pale man after a moment. Shiro smirked after a moment and approached, his plate armor clicking together.

"Anythin' ya prefer?"

"Undiseased meat." Ichigo deadpanned and Shiro rolled his eyes.

"I'm not gonna use my abilities. The only one I'll use is the one that heals my hand." Yuzu perked up.

"I ca-"

"No ya cant." Shiro cut her off. "The Light abandoned me long ago. It's more keen on burnin' me." Yuzu's eyes glistened.

"But..The Light only brings good."

"I didn' say I was good." Shiro said. "I'll get ya what I can." He walked past them and out the gates of Dalaran. Yuzu watched the other leave then looked up at her brother.

"He can be saved, right?" Ichigo was quiet. He didn't have the heart to tell her no, that Paladins had tried. That when they did the Death Knights had died.

"We can only hope." Ichigo responded, but Yuzu could tell he was hiding something.

The three Kurosaki's sat in their small home, a former inn that he bought off the old owner. Ichigo had placed his armor on his armor stand after a long day. He wore comfortable clothes now, starting on the stew with Yuzu's help. Shiro had yet to reappear, and he was starting to wonder if they'd have any meat in their meal. It wasn't a big deal, but they hadn't had much protein in the past months with the war and what not.

It was starting to show on the young Kurosaki's, Ichigo would go hunt if he wasn't needed and he didn't want his little sisters outside of the safe gates of Dalaran.

"This just proves that Death Knights are flighty." Karin said. Ichigo rose a brow.

"Flighty?"

"They don't follow through!"

"That's not very nice, Karin."

"It's not very nice to promise something then not follow through." Ichigo sighed.

"I said not to get your hopes up, he said he had other things to do too."

"Like what?"

"Finding out who is loyal to the Ebon Hold and who is loyal to the Lich King."

"..The Ebon Hold has more, right?"

"I'm not sure."

"We'll find out." Karin sighed. Ichigo scowled at the vegetable he was chopping when there was a knock on the door. Yuzu went over to answer it before his sister, and opened it to see the man they had almost thought wouldn't return with the meat. He held a large bowl of already cut meat, his skin was stained but his hand was healed. Gold eyes glowed more intensely in the near darkness.

"You actually did it!" Karin called and Shiro rose a brow. Yuzu sighed and left him in, Yuzu noticed his mismatched weaponry, one large sword on his back and two more attached to either hip. Ichigo looked up and looked surprised at the bowl.

"That's a lot, what the hell did you get?"

"A deer...well a deer and a rabbit but I gave the rabbit to Ukitake." Ichigo rose a brow.

"And you?" Shiro snorted as he sat the bowl on old counter that was a bar but now was their kitchen.

"Ya really do ask a lot o' questions." Ichigo scowled at him.

"Well you're subject to them." Ichigo said, turning and putting the vegetables into the broth and stew. He turned and took the bowl. He stopped and looked at the other. "...Thank you."

"Welcome."

"Do you wanna stay?" Shiro turned to see the little priest girl asking the question. Shiro went to reply before she hastily added. "I know Death Knights can eat if they want, it can help with some of their attributes in battle, and they benefit from sleep because of that too." Shiro chuckled.

"I don' know, are we startin' our mission tomorrow?" Shiro looked to Ichigo. "I got somewhere to stay in Dal if so." Ichigo stared at Shiro. He sighed.

"We've got plenty of rooms here. You can stay here." Shiro frowned.

"I don' gotta."

"Well you're gonna." Ichigo said and smirked slightly at him. He was trying. Shiro sighed.

"Fine, Fine." Ichigo chuckled and turned to add their next components to the meal and put a lid on the large pot.

"I'll show you up." Ichigo said and led him up the stairs, down the hall and to the last room down the hall. Shiro saw why he'd gotten the place for a steal, it needed work and there were a lot of rooms that made it a task that seemed to be not worth the other owners time. "It's not the best, but it works."

"I don' have much room to complain when I live in place that has ghouls and geists runnin' 'round it all day." Ichigo snorted. Then he took a look at his armor.

"Do you have common clothes?" Shiro nodded, pointing to the bags he had attached around his waist. Ichigo looked perplexed. "How do you fight with that big ass bag?"

"I don'. It's usually strapped to Tensa." Ichigo nodded.

"Alright, Well there's an extra armor stand downstairs. Dinner should be done soon." Shiro turned to watch Ichigo walk away.

"Why are ya bein' nice to me all of asudden?" Ichigo stopped and turned. He sighed after a moment.

"The Priests today..Theymade me realize that teaching my sisters to hate like them..and to have contempt like me isn't going to help them. It's my job as their big brother to be the best example I can be. Me hating you for something that wasn't within your control isn't right." Shiro was stunned, before he nodded. "But I'm still not perfect." Ichigo said, and Shiro chuckled with another nod as he turned.

"Don' expect too much at once, got it." Shiro walked into his provided room and shut the door to change out of his armor for the night. There was a weapons rack at the far side of the room, a full sized bed in the center with two bedside tables on the side with two candles atop each. It was simple, but not awful. Shiro took his three swords and sat them within the weapons rack. He took a long look at the biggest one, before continuing to start the process of taking off the armor he had.

His back, riddled with scars and some wound's that had been entry points for weapons evident against his alabaster skin. He changed once able, and grabbed his bag. He took his map out, a few paper, and a quill and ink. He sat atop the bed, spreading out the map he owned of Azeroth. There was a mark for each major and minor battle that had gone on with the Lich King's forces. He smelt the cooking stew from the floor below and smirked slightly. This had been the life he would have craved for in his past life. He frowned deeply as he shook those memories form his mind.

Shiro got up after a little bit and head downstairs. He had thought right to come downstairs to see about the food, Karin was currently ladling the stew into bowls as Ichigo and Yuzu sat and read. Karin looked over, and offered the bowl to Shiro. Shiro walked over and took it, nodding at her.

"What's your name?" Karin asked.

"Shiro." Karin raised a brow. Shiro sighed.

"Ogichi Shirosaki, I jus' go by Shiro. Your turn." He replied and the younger seemed satisfied but sighed and relented. What's fair was fair, after all.

"Karin."

Shiro sat at the table in the large room, he would have rathered to go upstairs and be alone but if Ichigo and him were to work together..he had to suck it up. The other two Kurosaki's went and grabbed their meals and joined him. They all ate in silence before the priest girl started asking questions.

"So what were you in your other life?" Shiro looked at his bowl then to the girl with mild annoyance.

"Yuzu.." Ichigo warned.

"I'm gettin' better at remembering my past life, but I still can't remember what I did. I don' remember much before-" Shiro stopped. "Never mind. I don' remember." Shiro went back to eating and Yuzu frowned. Ichigo watched him but did the same.

"How did you guys handle healing in battle?" Shiro's mind was running so fast he had to put down his spoon and sit back, looking at the ceiling as he remembered unwelcome memories, specifically what one wasn't able to do but could have if he had just tried.

"...What I did today." Yuzu bit her lip upon seeing his distress.

"I'm sorry..I get overly curious sometimes."

"..Thank ya for the meal." Shiro said. If he had a heartbeat, it would have been racing. The feeling of not being able to control his thoughts was all too familiar, and he was currently not trying to unload any gruesome memories onto his these young girls. Yuzu looked upset as Shiro placed his bowl on the kitchen counter and went upstairs to escape. He felt all eyes on him. He went directly to his room and locked the door, and going to his map. A distraction. A distaction was welcome.

Shiro didn't inherently need sleep, like he didn't need to breath or eat. He did these things more so as a way to pass time, or out of habit. He did dream, and that's where he wondered why he subjected himself to sleeping when he knew what it would bring. In this dream..He remembered the first time Grimmjow and him had done anything within their tent. Shiro had wondered how they hadn't been caught and killed.

It was the first time Grimmjow said he had felt strong emotion, and it had helped him remember some of his past. He remembered them laying there and Grimmjow had fallen asleep. That was the only true benefit to sleep to Death Knights, it allowed Grimmjow to focus on his wounds more than anything else. It was aloud because it allowed for the Lich King to also give you your next assignment. From then on, Grimmjow had come to life in a way, his personality benefiting greatly. Shiro knew the only reason they had probably survived, was due to the fact their next mission had been the one to invade Light's Hope Chapel, and that the higher ups were trying to make that happen.

Shiro woke up after seeing the first genuine grin from Grimmjow and groaned, putting his hands to his eyes. The down side of sleeping and being undead was the stiffness from lack of blood flow. Movement and battle helped from losing one's ability to move around as the undead, or the Forsaken is how some that were undead but weren't Death Knights were referred as. He sat up with a grunt, the tug of skin and bone getting used to moving again wasn't pleasant. He sat there for a moment, before getting up and stretching. He had to do some light exercise, to get his blood flowing. He tried to focus on the day's activites, Ichigo were meant to start their mission today, whatever that would be. The mages had yet to tell them.

He couldn't wait to be rid of the memories.

AN: Ahhhh! I've been sitting on this forever. As much as i want to update this regularly, please understand that I have a lot of things going on in my life and three other stories that need tending too. I wanted to see the reaction to this, and see where this goes on said reactions.

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