Ichigo opened his eyes, sinking his teeth into his lower lip as he slowly got out of bed. Looking to his side to see that everything was as it should be, as though he had never been a shinigami representative.

Had no Hollow.

Hadn't ever met Rukia.

Had a normal life.

Of course, he knew that it was a wish that would never be granted, and he also knew that he hated feeling like that. Weak enough to imagine how life would've been if he was a normal kid.

Shaking his head violently, the vibrant haired teen walked over to the wooden closet, swinging it open and grabbing a pair of clothes before Kon began to complain and bitch about how he never got any personal space. The lightly tanned teen couldn't help but snort at the thought, the plushy got his personal space twenty-four seven, since he barely needed him anymore.

Heading towards the bathroom, he growled, lifting his right hand up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Opening the door, Ichigo walked in, frowning as he set his clothes on the counter, grabbing hold of the cold water dial, cranking it and cupping his hands, placing them under the gushing water, waiting until his hands were semi-full, leaning over and thrusting his hands up, splashing the cold water against his skin, suppressing a shudder as he stood, turning the water off.

Chestnut colored eyes lifted, staring at the mirror as blood dripped, forming words, as if to taunt the boy.

I'm sorry…

Ichigo blinked, shutting the door with his right foot, taking a step back away from the mirror with horror-stricken eyes.

I don't deserve much kindness from you, King…to tell you the truth…

He shook his head, hoisting his left hand up and placing it over his lips, mouthing 'No.' over and over again. He didn't want to know the truth, he wanted this to stop. Then his heart beat skipped.

Shiro must be dealing with the same thing, but…his inner turmoil.

I want you to break me, make sure I can't ever get up again…

Brown orbs flew to the upper right of the mirror, watching as a crack began to split the reflection, working down and splitting the blood…shattering into a million pieces, cutting his image as he fell backwards, his back colliding with the shower as he drew in a deep breath, sinking his teeth into his lower lip once again.

You want to be broken? Or do you really want to be fixed? he thought, slowly recollecting himself. This was beginning to wear on his nerves, and it was only one night. Yet, his Hollow had twisted desires. First he wanted to be fixed; now he wants to be broken.

Ichigo looked down on his hands that he raised to stare at.

I don't get it…

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Shiro's stomach turned, hunching over with a hiss as he wrapped his arms around himself. He felt so…lonely.

You…

The albino snarled, glaring down on the window's words. He wasn't in the mood for this, yet, he placed his right hand against the glass. Feeling oddly content knowing his King's inner thoughts.

…have to tell me what you really want.

Idly, the albino's index finger traced over the word: want, looking down on his opposite hand that was resting on his knee.

"What…do I want…?"

He didn't know, all he had was instincts and that's what always got him through everything, but this…this was entirely different.

"I want…"

The Hollow tilted his head up to the sky, letting his golden-black eyes flutter shut, a thoughtful look crossing his features as he thought the question over.

What do I want?

Tell me, so I can help you…

"I want…"

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Ichigo decided against a shower, since that glass might shatter as well. Pulling his black shirt over his head, he growled, knowing that he had to be on guard while he headed down the stairs, in case his father decided to jump him there.

Grabbing hold of the handle, he turned it, opening the door. Yet, before he stepped through, he glanced back at the broken mirror, blinking his brown eyes.

I want comfort…

A/N: This chapter is short, yes…but…I don't like how it came out, the next one will be longer, I promise!