Okay, this is a kind of sequel that I wrote for MOSL, but not really a proper one. After writing this I came up with ideas for Powerless and Ohayou Sensei!, speaking of which, I need to update O.S . . . I probably won't though seeing as my head's obsessing over a completely different fic altogether XD It's called Scars and it's IchiHichi (yeah, Ichigo's a seme), 5 chaps long, AU, and full of angsty lovliness ;) I need to write it because . . . if I don't bad things might happen for keeping it inside of me . . . So tell me which you want first update on O.S (albeit a short one) or Scars?

Anyway! We'll call this an omake chapter! (it sounds like a doujin now but oh well)

Memories of Something Lost:

Omake: 'Did I Worry Ya?'

The red haired teen walked along the corridor of his highschool budging through the students and teachers, trying to get to his next lesson.

It had been 3 weeks since the little moment between him and Shiro, infront of his mother's grave of all places, which was convieniantly interrupted by his idiot father who came to drag Ichigo out of the rain. He didn't see anything that made him suspicious though, thank god! Ever since that day Ichigo hadn't heard from or seen Shiro, it was like he was avoiding him. He told himself time and time again not to be stupid but then again Shiro the hollow was in love with Ichigo the shinigami. Ichigo could tell that this wasn't going to work. Maybe the hollow was ashamed or still afraid of his emotions still. Also what the hell would happen to them if Soul Society found out. Well Ichigo and Shiro could easily kick their butts but the Vaizards wouldn't be happy and they were nasty.

What was he going to do?

"Kurosaki-kun?"

The red head looked up and saw a sweet looking young girl with long flowing orange locks.

"Inoue, what's wrong?" he replied to the girl.

"Well," she gazed slowly at the ground, "it was the anniversary of your mother's death not so long ago and ever since then you've been acting........well, not like yourself Kurosaki-kun"

The subsitute shinigami looked the girl shocked that she even knew of his mother's death never mind sense his worry.

"Did something happen, Kurosaki-kun....at the temple?"

The boy looked at her and smiled trying to not worry about Shiro for the time being knowing Inoue would sense it, but failing, "No Inoue everything's fine, thanks for worrying but there's no need, really I'm fine"

"Kurosaki-kun?" she said meekly.

"Yeah Inoue?"

"Why are you lying?"

Ichigo was shocked once more, how could Inoue know all of this just by looking at him?

"Inoue," he looked at her gently, "how--"

"He's lyin' coz he don't like ya! Now learn t' take a hint and a hike!"

Ichigo looked over his shoulder but he couldn't see anyone.

"Kurosaki-kun what's wrong?" Inoue asked knowing that Ichigo sensed something causing him to stop in mid-sentance.

"Nothing Inoue," he said still searching for the owner of the voice and half ignoring the girl, "I just thought I heard someone I know"

He turned back sadly to the girl. He could've sworn that voice was Shiro's.

The girl sensed his sadness, "Kurosaki-kun...."

"Kurosaki-kun" the same voice from before mimiked her squeaky tone of voice.

Before Ichigo could react a pair of pale arms wrapped around the shinigami's neck loosely and he felt a smooth touch and sudden warmth to his right cheek. His eyes flicked to see where the warmth was coming from and his eyes were met with the ones he had fallen in love with.

"Sorry," the handsome albino said with his usual sick grin plastered across his face, "old man Zangetsu wouldn't let me get in contact wi' ya". The albino began to let his pale lips trace down the boy's neck, "He thought I was gonna 'urt ya or somethin'"

The red head began to formulate an answer when he realised that Inoue was still standing infront of him and looking at the pleasured look on the teen's face.

"Kurosaki-kun what's going on?" she was confused by the way the teen had suddenly frozen due to the shock of Shiro hugging him and then his face turning from one of sadness to one of pure bliss.

Shiro paused his display of affection towards his lover and focused in on the girl, "Ichi? Can I kill 'er she's irritating"

Ichigo threw a dirty look towards Shiro who just rolled his eyes and sighed, "Okay wrong question, but can we at least get away from 'er though?"

The red head said nothing, he couldn't just start talking to himself!

The albino sighed again knowing why his lover was silent, "Ya shouldn't care what people think of ya Ichi," his arms moving from the boy's neck as his fingers began stroking slowly and suductively up and down the boy's chest, "Coz all tha' should matter Ichi is what you and I think, got tha'?". The albino slowly blew air out of his mouth so that it brushed against the silky orange strands of Ichigo's hair causing then to dance in the warm breeze. He then allowed his hands to stop at Ichigo's collar and he slowly began to undo the teen's shirt revealing the black T-shirt below that covered his chest.

Ichigo's cheeks flushed a wild red as he quickly glanced at Inoue who was staring at the magically auto-strip clothing item that Ichigo seemed to be wearing.

"K-Kuro--"

"Sorry Inoue got to go see ya!" the boy ducked out of his invisable lover's grasp and sprinted down the hallway.

Shiro grinned even more as he watched his lover running away from the irritating girl who was now staring off into space. Just how he had planned, now he his lover had more of a chance to be alone before Zangetsu came to pull the albino back into Ichigo's inner world.

"Wait for me my Strawberry!" he called after the blushing red head as he too began to sprint down the hallway.

And of course as he ran, he turned to glare at the girl who was still looking gormless. If he ever caught her talking to Ichigo again her would gut her for sure.

END OF OMAKE.