A/N: Yo. Have you guys seen the new bleach arc? It looks terrible, yet I cannot turn away.

I don't own bleach.

Chapter 8:

In which Ichigo tries to slaughter (Renji), Rukia is really confused (among other things), and Senna defies logic.

And Renji feels fear. Lots, and lots of mind numbing fear.

AND NOW FOR A CONVIENT FLASHBACK TO EXPLAIN WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!

Renji tended to get around. He really did. He was one of the few males of the Seretei that hung out with and was on the Shingami Woman's Association's good side.

Which, as we know, was pretty damn hard. Practically impossible.

So, Renji was wandering Karakura during his patrol- surveillance- Hitsugaya- Team- Of- Awesomeness- mission thing when he heard a Hollow. And as required, since Renji was a Shinigami (of Awesomeness), Renji took off out of his body and purified the sucker. It wasn't that hard, that bastard was pretty weak. He turned to leave and get back to his body when a hand grabbed his wrist. He turned to a young teenage girl with dark grape purple hair and large orange eyes staring up at him curiously. "Thank You." She said and he blinked incredulously. "You can see me?" She frowned cutely. "Why shouldn't I?" Renji shrugged. She frowned. "You seem familiar. Do I know you?" Renji shook his head. "Not that I can remember." His face clouded. Why did he say that? He had never met this girl before. Senna blinked. "Oh." They stood in silence. "So. I'm Senna." She said after a lengthy pause.

"I'm Renji." Renji answered back, still amusedly bemused with the entire situation. Senna beamed up at the fukutaicho. "That's a cool name!" Renji straightened happily at the sudden compliment. "Really?"

"Yeah!" Renji smirked down at his strange new companion. "So Senna?" Senna blinked. "Huh?"

"What's there to do around here?"

"...Well, lots of stuff. I really like the Ferris Wheel." Renji blinked.

"...Ferris...Wheel?"

AND NOW BACK TO THE CONFUSED GROUP!

Renji gaped at the small girl, confounded at the sudden plot twist. I mean, who saw that coming? Senna cheered, jumped off Ichigo, and slammed into the pineapple resembling Shinigami. "RENJI!" Renji grunted. "Ack! Senna, can't breathe." Actually he could, but the glare of death and murderous aura oozing from every one of Ichigo's pores was a little scary.

Die...Renji heard the venomous whispers and gulped. Die...burn...suffer...how dare you touch our Queen...Mine...Renji was a little terrified.

...Okay, he was really terrified.

Sure, he was a crazy jealous bastard himself, but he was pretty sure his murderous aura didn't hiss death threats into his victims' ears. Renji laughed nervously, pushing Senna away from him and at arms length. "Hey. It's been awhile." He made sure that Senna was directly in front of him to act as a shield from Ichigo. Senna beamed. "Yup! I haven't seen you since we went on the Ferris Wheel last fall!" Renji grinned down at her at the memory, then looked up at Ichigo...

...Who was staring at him with a look of utmost loathing, black and red reiatsu swirling around him ominously, his black and gold eyes boring evilly into his soul. Renji noted with dull horror and fear that Ichigo had picked up Zangetsu, which seemed to gleam sharply in the dim light of the alley and the power of Ichigo's venomous jealousy. Renji shrank back. "Ha ha...yeah. Good times." He mustered feebly. Senna turned back to Ichigo, who dropped the envious and wrathful intent immediately. "I didn't know you knew Renji Ichigo!" Senna exclaimed wondrously and Ichigo shrugged, while Renji gaped. Was Ichigo bipolar or what?

Rukia stared, the silent observer, at the scene oddly. She had never seen Ichigo so murderous, and over something so petty! Something like Renji meeting the girl and hanging out with her (and quite briefly, I might add) causing such a reaction was unheard of. Not to mention, who was this girl? Rukia had never met, heard of, or seen her before. Rukia stepped forward. "Who exactly are you?" She asked suspiciously and Senna turned back to her, blinking with large innocent eyes. "I'm Senna!" She smiled and gave a little bow. Rukia blinked. That sounded familiar...but she couldn't put her finger on it...

Ichigo resumed his death glare over Senna's back at Renji, and his grip on Zangetsu tightened. Hollow Ichigo egged his King on, roaring for the spilling of Renji's blood. Kill him! Hollow Ichigo shrieked, furious that another male was so familiar with their Queen. Tear his flesh! Spill his blood! Mangle his bones! Ichigo inaudibly growled at his 'best' friend. The bastard...he took Senna on the Ferris Wheel? He took his Senna on the fucking Ferris Wheel? Renji gulped and edged away. "Uh...Ichigo...?" Ichigo snarled, advancing on the screwed Shinigami. "Hello Renji." He said in a pleasant voice and Renji paled.

It was too pleasant.

It was Aizen pleasant.

Renji backed away, his hand going for Zabimaru. "Stay away Ichigo." Renji warned nervously and Ichigo smiled calmly.

Ichimaru calmly.

"Why are you so nervous, Renji?" Ichigo asked, still smiling. Renji drew his sword. "I just wanted to tell you a funny story I heard today."

"...What?" Renji asked, feeling his life become limited and seeing his memories (of Rukia) flash before his eyes. Ichigo continued to smile, pleasantly, and a killer and nuclear strong getsuga bathed his sword's blade cheerfully. "I just heard that you took Senna on the Ferris Wheel." Ichigo laughed with forced and evil pleasantness. "Alone. By yourselves." Ichigo began to drop the pleasant tone with each sentence, his Ichimaru smiling face morphing into a face of pure envy and hatred and his reiatsu howled for Renji's blood to splatter the pavement. "Without me. Alone. In a small and cramped compartment. Alone." Renji swallowed nervously, feeling his face go blank. Because, despite the fact he was probably going to die, Ichigo's paranoia and insecurity was kinda funny. "Uh... …y...es?" Renji tried.

Now, readers, Renji, despite what you might think, is not stupid.

No, he knew that either answer would lead to his doom.

Using the answer yes, he was the no good son of a bitch of a bastard who 'hit' on 'Ichigo's' Senna.

Using the answer no, he was the bastard who lied about not being the no good son of a bitch of a bastard who 'hit' on 'Ichigo's' Senna, since Ichigo was going to assume (correctly) that he and Senna went on the Ferris Wheel; whatever Renji said.

Sadly, saying yes was the lesser of the two great evils.

And I didn't even get to make out with Rukia...Renji thought sadly as he dove to the side to avoid the deadly getsuga blast. Ichigo appeared behind him, black sclera and putrid golden irises gleaming manically at him, sword raised. Renji blanched. ...Crap. Well, this is the end, Renji thought bitterly. There were so many things he wanted to do. Kiss Rukia, beat Taicho in a spar, date Rukia, kick Ikkaku's ass, marry Rukia, go to that new restaurant downtown, be the father of Rukia's children...

Senna and Rukia stared at the scene of Ichigo trying to kill Renji in a fit of mad jealousy. Senna, with horror and fear for Renji's life. Rukia, with a strange distant confusion. It hadn't really hit her that Ichigo was trying to kill someone for something this stupid. Poor naive, oblivious Rukia. Senna dashed forward, snapping Rukia out of the dull shock, into acute horrified shock. "I-ICHIGO!" She yelled, shunpoing ahead of Senna and pulling Ichigo's arm away so Zangetsu just missed barely missed slicing Renji's head off. Renji breathed a sigh of relief. Rukia tugged the struggling Ichigo back, her heels grinding against the ground as Ichigo fought his way back to Renji. "Let me go!" He snarled animalistically, his Hollow eyes promising death. "I'll kill him! He-he-" Ichigo momentarily struggled to put Renji's 'crime' to words. "He-Senna-!" He howled in fury as his reiatsu began to build; a deadly and dark suffocating force that pushed down on them. "He took Senna on the Ferris Wheel!" Ichigo roared, jerking an elbow backwards, knocking Rukia backwards sharply. Rukia grunted and fell back onto the ground. "ICHIGO!" She screamed angrily. "STOP IT, YOU MORON! ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO KILL HIM FOR SOMETHING THIS STUPID?" But Ichigo didn't stop, and Zangetsu swung closer and closer to Renji's neck. Ichigo smirked, and Renji suddenly didn't know if it was Ichigo or his Hollow.

"Ichiiiiiiigggggoooooo!" Senna slammed into Ichigo's side, knocking him away from Renji. They toppled to the ground in a tangle of limbs, Ichigo snarling at Renji as Zangetsu clattered out of his hands. "Damm...it..." Ichigo trailed off, staring up into Senna's orange eyes. They bored into his own, drilling holes in his soul. They were watery and sad and a million other things that Ichigo didn't want to be. Ichigo's resolve to grind Renji into the ground instantly crumbled to dust and scattered to the winds. His Hollow eyes widened as Senna sniffed. Senna?

...Queen?

"I don't want you to kill Renji." Senna said simply and Ichigo breathed her scent in deeply. It hung around him, clinging to her body and the silken hair that brushed his cheekbones. It smelled so good. She smelled good. Her soul smelled absolutely delicious. So ravishing. Ichigo realized with shocking and oddly dull clarity that he wanted it. Her soul. He desired it, craved it. To make it his... to make her only his. "...Okay." He said dazedly, spellbound by the aroma of her alluring soul as it curled around him. He dimly wondered why he was suddenly noticing how good her soul smelled, but then Senna beamed and Ichigo's mouth watered as her soul suddenly spiced with her smile. He licked his parched lips slowly, eyes taking in their position and her form. With their legs tangled, her hands on either side of his head, and her body flush against his, it was a truly delightful position. Senna blinked down at him. "Your eyes are different." She said and Ichigo blinked. "...Huh?" Ichigo asked confused, having not noticed the change from Shinigami to Vizard. "They're black and gold." Ichigo paled, and he felt pressure squeeze his eyes and release as they turned back to their usual white and amber. He pushed her off, and hastily backed away, to her immense puzzlement. "Ichigo?"

Ichigo vanished, leaving Renji, Rukia, and Senna in the alley thoroughly confused.

"...Ichigo?" Rukia asked into the air. What was going on? She had never seen Ichigo like that. There was no loss of control, no inner battle for his soul. Ichigo and his Hollow had been completely in sync, in total agreement. Both of them wanted Renji's blood spilled for touching and knowing the Senna girl. Rukia glanced over to the usually hyperactive girl, who sat on the ground staring at the empty space where Ichigo used to be. Rukia felt something odd stir within her. Something cold and churning. Why?

Why was Ichigo so affected by this human child?

Wasn't Rukia the one? The one who changed Ichigo's world?

Didn't Rukia fight to chase Ichigo's rain away?

So why? Why was this girl able to sweep it away with a cheerful wave of her hand so easily?

Why did Ichigo's world suddenly revolve around her?

And why...why did Rukia care?

Renji coughed. "So...that was new, huh?"

Ichigo stared haggardly at his reflection shown in the slow peaceful river. Wide amber eyes stared back.

"Your eyes are different." Ichigo narrowed his eyes. She had seen.

"They're black and gold." She had seen him. His Hollow. How could he lose it? His control? But Ichigo knew that he didn't. He didn't lose control. He and his Hollow came to a silent agreement to beat Renji to the ground and acted upon it. His Hollow probably amplified his feelings of murderous blood lust, but still. There was no battle, no fight for right or wrong within his soul. No...Senna...she turned him into a demon. Her presence transformed him into something he couldn't help. Jealous, possessive, dangerous and merciless. And yet, Ichigo didn't care. All he cared about was her smile, how her eyes sparkled for him, and the way her hair brushed his skin when it blew in the wind. Her musical light voice, her airy laugh, her graceful and willowy movements. He didn't give a shit about anything else.

Because she made him so happy and light. His heart soared, his stomach bubbled, and his limbs tingled when they touched or spoke. She was, however cliché and cheesy it sounded, his drug. An addiction. An addiction that Ichigo knew he should give up. An echo of her laughter played in his ears and his sighed, looking up at the now setting sun.

No...He could never giver her up. He never had been able to, and he never will be able to. Ichigo turned from the sun and jumped into the air and bounded through the sky back home.

"Hey, Rukia, right?" Rukia turned to the slightly taller girl walking along side her. Renji had stayed at the Urahara shoten and Senna and Rukia were walking back to the Kurosaki Clinic now that Rukia had gotten her gigai. Rukia stared. "Yes?" Senna paused, brows furrowed in dramatic thought. "What's up with Ichigo?" Senna asked and Rukia immediately knew what she meant. Rukia stared at the ground, thinking. Senna...was likable. Very likable, in fact. Rukia didn't not like her, but she felt something odd twinge when she looked at Senna.

Rukia didn't know it, but she was feeling a lot like Orihime used to. Except that Rukia didn't 'love' Ichigo like Orihime did. She was Ichigo's friend, his guardian and mentor (in a sense). They went together like peanut butter and jam... like rice and soysauce. She was one of the most important women in Ichigo's life, and had maybe even been the most important. And that position in Ichigo's life was stolen away by the airy and fun girl walking next to her in an instant that Rukia hadn't even seen. Rukia, though she didn't realize it, was jealous. Jealous that the close bond she shared with Ichigo was no longer the most impactful in his life, and could be replaced by a bond that had only formed just barely a fraction of how long she knew Ichigo.

"Ichigo...is a Shinigami." Rukia said slowly, keeping her charge's secret with care. This girl should realize that if Ichigo wanted her to know he would tell. And Rukia, for reasons that she didn't understand, felt satisfied that Ichigo hadn't told her. In that way, she was like everyone else that Ichigo knew.

"And?" Rukia sighed. "If he wants you to know, he'll tell you." Senna nodded, and giggled to herself, jogging forward, arms swinging. "Yeah!" She agreed, already having known his secret from Ichigo's story, and spun in a small circle into the Kurosaki home. Rukia raised an eyebrow and followed inside. Isshin greeted her from inside with tears of happiness. "My third and fourth daughter!" He greeted Rukia and Senna, who waved happily. "You've returned!" Rukia smiled slightly. "Hey, Isshin-san."

Isshin abruptly launched himself toward the door above their heads. "ICHIIIIIIIGGGGGOOOOO-!" A swift kick cut off his battle cry. "Stupid Goat Chin." Ichigo grumbled, stepping over his father's smoking body. He greeted the two girls with a wave. "Hey Senna. Rukia." Rukia noted with an odd clarity that he said Senna's name first. Senna beamed and twirled towards him. "Hi Ichigo! I have a question!" Ichigo tensed. "Yeah?" He asked reluctantly, his mind panicking. Oh god. He thought in horror. She's going to ask. She'll be afraid of me, won't she? Oh god. Oh god.

"Doe he have a name?"

Ichigo blinked. Rukia blinked. Zangetsu blinked. Hollow Ichigo blinked and turned to Zangetsu. "...What happened?" Zangetsu turned to Ichigo's darker side. "...She asked if you have name." He said and Hollow Ichigo blinked. "A name?" He said blankly. Hollow Ichigo wanted a name, to be honest. An identity. Something to call himself.

Existence.

Ichigo scratched his head. "I...don't know." He felt rather stupid then. He didn't even know if his Inner Hollow had a name. ...Uh, do-?

No.

"He doesn't." Ichigo mumbled and Senna gasped. "But everyone needs a name!" She argued cutely, crossing her arms under her chest. Ichigo blushed. "Uh, do you even know-?"

"Your inner hollow dude, right?"

"...Okay, I guess you do." He muttered and his thoughts floundered. "Well...Uh...I don't know!" Ichigo was at loss. He didn't know what to do. How does someone approach a situation like this? Senna huffed and grabbed his wrist and dragged him up to his room, Rukia at their heels. Senna marched into his room and Rukia closed the door behind them. Senna faced Ichigo authoritatively, hands on her hips, which Ichigo could not stop staring at. "Bring him out." Senna commanded and Ichigo and Rukia stood flabbergasted. "HUH?"

"I wanna meet him." Senna demanded. "Bring him out Ichigo." Ichigo shook his head frantically. "NO! He's dangerous Senna! He could hurt you! ...And Rukia." He added unconcernedly as an afterthought. Rukia's right eyebrow twitched in irritation. Senna sighed. Alright, she thought determinedly. I guess it's time for Plan B. Ichigo blanched, realizing her plan, and began to edge away. "No. Not again, Senna." He told her firmly. "NO."

Senna sighed, staring at the ground. She moved her foot a little bit. Ichigo raised his arms protectively. "No..." He affirmed weakly. "No way." She looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading and gleaming with moisture as her mouth set in a begging pout. "...Please?" She asked imploringly, hands clasped behind her back as her body swayed back and forth. She bit her lower lip hesitantly. "For me, Ichigo?" Rukia scoffed. Please. She had tried that trick a thousand times and it never worked. Like Ichigo would actually cave from such a display-

Ichigo hung his head, his will and soul broken. "...Fine. I'll bring my Hollow out." Rukia choked on her thoughts and saliva. "GUH?" Senna beamed at Ichigo, her sad pout vanishing like snow in summer. "Thank you Ichigo!" She trilled and jumped into his chest with a enthusiastic hug, cuddling into his lean chest. Ichigo grunted. "Whatever." Rukia could see he was pleased however.

Ichigo fell down the dark abyss. His feet slammed down into the sideways city, squinting against the beaming sun. He looked around for his Hollow and didn't see him. Spotting Zangetsu, he jogged towards the old man on his flagpole. "Old Man Zangetsu!" Ichigo called, waving. "What's up?" Zangetsu thought for a moment. "...It has been very hot." Zangetsu said finally. "I nearly had a stroke form the intense heat spurred from your sexual thoughts about Senna." Ichigo blushed. "...Oh." He squeaked. Zangetsu nodded. "The Hollow is in the park." Ichigo face morphed to befuddlement. "The park?"

Ichigo stared at the park. "Since when have I had this in my head?" Ichigo wondered out loud.

"Since you met Queen." Ichigo turned to see his Hollow on a swing. "Whaddaya want King?" The Hollow scowled. "Come ta play with your horse?" Ichigo rolled his eyes. "C'mon." He muttered and grabbed his white and black collar, much to the Hollow indignation. "Hey! King! What're you-?"

The world lurched and Ichigo blinked to see his hand gripping his Hollows collar in his room. The Hollow pushed him away. "What the hell was that King?" He snarled, fists balling angrily. Ichigo sighed. "Well...you know Senna." He said feebly. Hollow Ichigo blinked, confused. "...Eh?" He turned to see that he was no longer in Ichigo's world, but his room, and in front of him was his Queen eying him curiously. He felt stupidly shy. "Hi! I'm Senna!" The Hollow felt something in his cheeks. It was warm. His face tinted blue. "I-I know that." He said huffily. "I ain't stupid Queen." Senna blinked. "...Queen?" She shook her head. "Whatever. What's your name?" He scowled. "I don't have one." Senna tapped her lips with her finger and circled him. "...Hmmm...you look like Ichigo," she mused carefully, "but you're a Hollow...and you're all white instead of black...I got it!" She exclaimed suddenly and Ichigo, Hollow Ichigo, and Rukia jolted as she slammed a triumphant fist into her palm. "From now on," Senna proclaimed grandly, falling into a superhero pose, "your name is Shirosaki Hichigo!" The newly dubbed Hichigo blinked wide black and gold eyes. "...Shirosaki Hichigo?" He repeated, pointing at himself with a alabaster finger. Senna nodded. "Yup!" Hichigo stared at her disbelieving. "...I have a name?" Senna beamed. "Yup!" Hichigo blinked his wide eyes. Ichigo stared harshly at the Hollow, debating his next move warily and Rukia stared on with tense muscles. Senna smiled happily at him.

Hichigo threw his head back and laughed crazily, jumping forward to Senna and flinging his arms around her in what the King would call a 'hug'. He picked her up and spun her around, still laughing manically, his glee rising when she returned the hug, giggling at his obvious thrill. He could feel the King's jealous gaze bore into him as the Queen graced him with all her attention. Hichigo grinned sadistically.

Bonus.

A/N: ...Eh. Review please and Hichigo will give you Hi-Chew! Have you ever had Hi-Chew? It's fucking delicious and scarily addicting.