My choice of my mate

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Prt. 1

"Hey, Dark,"

Dark Ichigo looked up, frowning as he had his mask on the side of his face, half-human, half-hollow. "What is it?" he growled, shaking his head once he saw the demon before him introduce his lover to the white haired demon. "Again…you're the fiftieth to show me your lover. It's really starting to piss me off."

"Can't help it, she's gorgeous," the bug-like Hollow chuckled, "why don't you hook up with one of those over there?"

"Not interested, for the fiftieth time!" he scowled, standing and turning, blinking once he saw a gothic-like Hollow stand in front of him, grabbing his wrist, pulling him close, those yellow eyes narrowed with disgust on his ghost white features. "Let go."

"Come on, Dark, cut loose and mate."

His nick in the world he's in was 'Dark', since they found it sickening that he didn't erase his other name 'Ichigo'. He wouldn't let it go, saying that he was who he was, not some mangy Hollow that mates with any chick and besides, he liked being called 'Dark'. Yanking his hand out of the gothic-like Hollow's grasp, he swung his leg up, smacking them straight in the mask's jaw.

"No, they aren't my type." he snarled, glaring over his shoulder. "Besides, this one pisses me off!"

He was pointing at the gothic Hollow, who was slowly standing, roaring angrily, wrapping those long pitch black fingers around his pale neck, pulling his Zanpaku-to out and slicing those chubby fingers. Crying out in pain as Dark Ichigo walked past, closing his eyes, everyone staring with wide eyes.

"At least put your mask on, Dark." a female Hollow pleaded, grabbing at his arm, jumping back once his death-filled gaze fell upon her.

"No, never…not for a stupid day like this. You women make me sick," he grunted, walking completely out.

"W-Where are you going?"

"For a walk…in the human realm." he replied, dissolving in the air, every other Hollow looking at their mate with concern in their eyes. If he was half-human when he mated, who knows what may happen to the one he decided to mate with in that realm.

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Ichigo Kurosaki was nineteen years old, heading on home with a broad grin. Working for the new Soul Society paid great cash, so he could take care of himself and send money over to his father, so he could take care of Karin and Yuzu. Placing a hand atop his head, he laughed, ruffling his own hair, pretending that his mother were doing it, giving him much more joy.

Blinking, he stopped, turning and gasping as he saw Dark Ichigo stand there, a stern smirk on his face.

"How'd you…" he stopped, backing up as Dark Ichigo took a step forward. "Come back here?! I thought…the new Soul Society took care of you!" Dark Ichigo scowled, flash stepping and grabbing those pale hands, yanking Ichigo close, seeing a disgusted look on the orange haired man's face. Everyone's gaze upon him and his dark half. "A-And how the hell can people see you now?!"

Dark Ichigo parted, looking as though that were the worst insult he'd ever heard. Lifting up a hand, he pointed it at the mask on the side of his head. "I'm half-hollow, half-human now." he smirked. "If I place it fully over my face…well I guess you know what happens next."

"Remember, I'm still a Soul Reaper,"

"Full? Or still on borrowed powers, Ichigo?"

"Full, now back off before I decide to kill you."

Dark Ichigo shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets, dressed like a human, yet his eyes, skin, and hair color still the exact way he had it when he left the spiritual world. Dressed in baggy black pants, a skintight blood-red shirt, and white shoes with red slashes in different directions. Claiming his light half's wrist, he yanked him along, towards Ichigo's house, making Ichigo blink.

Why doesn't he go full Hollow and devour my soul?

"Do you know what today is?"

"Huh?" the young Kurosaki asked, confused as ever, both stopping in front of the door to the house the orange haired man owned. Turning, Dark Ichigo wrapped his arms swiftly around that slender waist, yanking the slightly blushing form forth, their bodies completely touching. "Hey! Don't do that in public, you freak! I'm not…gay dammit!"

"It's that perturbing mating day fling. Everyone else wants me to mate those hoes, trust me, I'm glad to be back here," he breathed, placing his chin on the pale form's left shoulder. "And with you. Tell me what's been happening since I've been 'banished'."

"Hey, before you get all cuddly, mind if we head inside. And before you start making a scene!"

Backing away, Dark Ichigo nodded, allowing Ichigo to open the door, both walking in as Ichigo shut the door, locking it. "Everything's changed…so has the Spiritual Energy around you. More controlled, less leaking energy for someone to suck up."

Ichigo walked over to a couch, sitting down and his dark half joining him, leaning his elbow against the arm of the couch, his chin on the patch of flesh his left hand has. Propping his feet up on the table, Ichigo slouched back, nodding with a wide grin. Both were silent until Dark Ichigo started to tap his left foot, completely bored and hating the silence.

"Oriheme gave up on getting with me, going with Chizuru. Tatsuki became a pro at wrestling. Chad…he…uh, actually, I haven't heard from him in a year after we graduated High School."

Dark Ichigo grabbed Ichigo's arm, yanking it so Ichigo was looking into those golden eyes. "Ichigo, I need a mate…please will y-"

"Hold it! You come in here, asking what's changed…and now asking me to help?!" he stuttered, frowning. "I'm not really in the mood, dark half."

"Just Hichigo, but Ichigo…I'm asking y-"

"Hichigo, I won't help you, I have too much work to do." he sighed, pulling his arm out of Dark Ichigo's grasp, standing and frowning, sensing a Hollow that just passed through the gate to the human realm, Ichigo's post. While the other Soul Reapers stayed in the Soul Society. "Until no more of these things keep popping up, I can't help you find a mate."

"It's mating day, dammit," he muttered through gritted teeth. "No Hollow should be passing through…unless-"

Ichigo closed his eyes, his clothes flashing, changing. Clutching his Zanpaku-to, the Soul Reaper darted out, Dark Ichigo fuming, standing and running after him in a blaze of fury.

"It's that goth! I'll tear him to pieces!!" he hissed angrily.

This is my first BLEACH fanfic, and I don't know much about BLEACH, sorry.