What I Want
Chapter 1
Ichigo lay restless in his bed; attempting to sleep off the stress and strain of weary days filled with the duty of a Shinigami representative and fighting off the darker side that lurked in his mind. His dreams were routinely filled with memories of the death and horrors he had seen and contributed to. On no night was he blessed with the peace of a restful sleep. His eyes moved under his closed lids incessantly and his limbs thrashed as though fighting off invisible attacks. So absorbed in his dreams was he that he failed to notice the other presence in his room. The other quietly contemplated the beautiful form on the bed as he sat in the far corner of Ichigo’s bedroom and observed the scene before him. The bleached version of Ichigo stared hard at the form of his King, “So this is how King spends his nights, how…inconsiderate of him.”
Hichigo had made this trip out of Ichigo’s inner world to the real one with one thought on his mind, forcing Ichigo to acknowledge him as an actual being. He would not be ignored and locked away like a dog anymore. Walking silently to Ichigo’s side he ran a hand over the boy’s nightmare wracked frame. Ichigo’s face clenched at this new disruption, and his closed lids began to flick open in preparation of his waking. When the bleary chestnut gaze met Hichigo’s own sharp orange stare he jerked fully awake and jump into a crouch.
“You!”, Ichigo raged at the sinister copy of himself, “what do you think you‘re doing here?!”
Hichigo sneered at this boy he was forced to bow to, “I am here to take what I want King,” the last word being said with all the hate and disdain he felt for Ichigo. “Do you have any idea, even a small hint of one, as to what its like being trapped inside your freaky little inside world?” he growled. “I’m going to be even more insane than you already think I am if I am forced to endure one more monotonous day trapped in there with only Zangetsu and the cursed rain for company!”
Ichigo stalked over with hands clenched into tight bone grinding fists of rage and pressed their identical faces close, “Do you really expect me to care?” he screamed, mindless of his family in the nearby rooms, “Why should I care about you? YOU, who makes my every day, whether I be conscious or not, a living breathing hell of an existence?” He wrapped a steely hand about Hichigo’s neck as he continued to rant, “Why should I have any feelings for you besides hate and loathing? Tell me that, would you? You are nothing more than an annoyance that I am forced to deal with day and night without fail! If there was any way to be free of you I would have jumped at the chance by now, do you not understand that?! I am as trapped with you as you are to me! There is no changing it and I can’t function with your hissing voice in my ear at all times!” He glared daggers at the smirking face before him as his rant came to an end and his rage continued to boil inside of him.
Hichigo merely straightened from his relaxed slouch against the wall and grinned his trademark evil grin, “Are you finished now King?” His only answer was a hissing growl that issued from low in Ichigo’s throat. “Good then…now its my turn,” he purred and pressed his moist lips to Ichigo’s shocked open mouth.