Dark Side of the Moon

Summery: ShirosakixIchigo. Not an established relationship, this is a fic with them getting together. Ichigo is attacked, I'm not going to give away any more. NOT A DEATH FIC!!!

Alive Again: Part 1/3

I lay on the ground, blood spreading around me as I gasped for breath. “Sh...Shiro...” I pleaded weakly. “Help me...Shiro! Help me, please...”

//King...//

“Shi...”

//It's okay King...come to me//

“It really hurts Shi...” Darkness closed around the edge of my vision and my chest felt so heavy, too heavy to move up and down.

//Sh...//

“I need you...”

//More Shinigami will be here soon.//

“I don't want Shinigami, I want //you//!” I needed him, needed him to be here, not in my inner world.

Hands, surprisingly //warm// hands caressed my face and lifted me up.

“Hold on Ichigo!” Shiro? Is that you? I curled in on myself and finally allowed my consciousness to slip away.


When I opened my eyes again I heard arguing, one voice I recognized as Rukia, and the other's was...deep and...watery? It sounded like Shirosaki.

“It's a //hollow//! You can't be thinking about trusting it!”

“I'm not just a hollow woman. And who cares what ya think.” That was Shiro. Why was Rukia arguing with my inner hollow? I groaned and turned on the pallet I was on, hissing as my sore body twinged. “King!?”

White hair suddenly blurred my vision and I rubbed my eyes slightly with my knuckles. “Shiro? What are you doing out of my head?”

“Dunno.” Hands came up to stroke my hair and I relaxed into it. “We'll talk more when ya wake up more.”

“Mm...” I turned my head and nuzzled closer to Shiro, yawning as exhaustion swept over me again. “Your not going to leave, are you?”

“I'll never leave you King...”

“Aw, aren't they cute!” I heard Urahara squeal, but I ignored him.

“You can't possibly think that //that// is cute!”

Luckily I fell back asleep immediately and didn't have to listen to them anymore. When I woke the second time I was curled against Shirosaki's chest, //outside// my inner world. He was curling my hair around his fingers slowly and tracing patterns on my arm. “Shi?”

“You awake Ichi?” I pulled away slightly to get a better look at him and was slightly startled by what I saw. He was wearing his usual white shihakusho with his white hair and pale skin, but his eyes...his eyes were white with obsidian irises.

My breath must have caught in my throat because he was stroking my neck slightly and looking concerned. “Shi? What happened?”

“You were attacked by an arrancar.”

“I'm not talking about that!” I moved my protesting body up and knelt beside him. “What are you doing here!?”

Shirosaki sat up too and looked kind...of hurt. “Are ya...disappointed?”

“What? No! I'm just...surprised.”

“I don't really know. Ya were dying and calling out ta me and then...” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Oh... So are you...alive now?”

“Not alive, like yur alive, but alive like Shinigami are alive. Sandal and hats probably has a better explanation.”

I leaned back down on the bed, sighing as Shirosaki hesitantly shifted closer. “What was the arguing about earlier?”

“The Rukia bitch was trying ta kill me.” Shirosaki said grumpily.

“You can more than handle her. And don't call her a bitch.”

“She is one. She was trying ta get Urahara and the others ta kill me too.”

“But they didn't.” I stared up at him, still unable to wrap my mind around this newest development. “Like you couldn't kick their asses.”

“Course I can.” Shirosaki puffed out his chest and smirked.

“Did Orohime heal me?”

“Yeah.” Shiro said sourly.

I glanced at him and frowned. “Did you not want her to heal me?”

“Course I did, my King. She's just so...” He paused and sighed. “//Needy// around you.”

“I guess I'm not your King anymore.” That reminded me. “Do you have a sword?”

“Yeah.” He gestured to the side where a white sword was resting on the side. “It's not Zangetsu... It's name is Tensai, and takes the form of a horse.”

I couldn't help but snort. “A horse huh?”

“Ya know, even if yur not my King, yur still mine.”

“What?” I asked, confused about what he meant.

“Yur mine.” He hummed in the back of his throat and laid next to me, pulling me so I rested on his chest again. This wasn't anything unusual, recently I had been going into my inner world more and more and seeking comfort from the only one I knew understood me, and that was Shirosaki. Sometimes we fought, sometimes we talked, and sometimes we just held each other. His thumb came and and rubbed circles on my bare hip. “Do ya know that?”

“Yeah...” I snuggled closer to him, my nose rubbing slightly on his bare chest. I heard his breath hitch so I lifted my eyes to see Shiro staring at me with an unreadable expression. “What's wrong?”

“Everything feels so different out here.” He hand slipped underneath my top and brushed against the flesh. “You feel so different... so good when I touch you.”

I could feel myself blush a little and looked away from his eyes that were his, but not his. Why did I feel this way. I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off by a sudden arrival.

“Kurosaki-kun! You're awake!”

“Yeah...”

“And how are //you// feeling Whitey-kun?”

“Whitey?” Shirosaki growled with his eyes narrowed.

“Is there something else I should call you?”

“Shirosaki.”

“Alright, //Shirosaki//, do you know how you materialized?”

“I already told you no.” Shirosaki turned away from Urahara and rested his chin on my head, clearly dismissing him.

“Well I have a theory.” Urahara was practically bouncing in his sandals, waving his fan around excitedly. “Your reiatsu has always been a lot higher than normal, and when I talked with the other viazard I realized you were...different. Instead of fighting against your sword, you were fighting against a hollow version of yourself that was //also// a part of your sword. When your 'hollow'” He actually used air quotes around the word. “Materialized in the real world, I figured out that he isn't just a part of you, he has his own thoughts, feelings, powers. He is, essentially, a different person.”

I blinked at him. “What?” I said dumbly.

Shirosaki snickered at me and tugged at me hair lightly. “Don't be an idiot Ichi.”

“Shut up Shiro!” I snapped and brought my elbow down onto his rib. “It's just a lot to take in.” Shiro scowled at me and rubbed his side.

“Yur so //mean// ta me.”

“Whatever.” I settled against him again comfortably and traced the area where his hollow hole used to be. “So am I still a vaizard? And what does that make him?”

“I'm not sure if there is a word to describe what you two are. I would //love// to see how both of you fight now, and if you have masks.”

“We're not yur bloody experiments.” Shirosaki hissed angrily, sitting up slightly and disturbing my comfortable position.

“Of course not!” He snapped his fan shut sharply. “You can think of it as a favor to me for making you a gigia.”

“Your going to make him a gigia?” I sat up, surprised.

“Yeah, I'm sure your dad would love to house your new friend!” Urahara beamed at us happily.

I small smile made it's way onto my face as I thought about it. Shirosaki smirked at me and nudged his shoulder against mine. “Doesn't that sound nice Ichi?”

“Hm.” Dad would go for it too. It sounded...nice. Having someone near me I knew I could trust to watch my back. Especially since it was //Shiro//. A funny feeling fluttered in my stomach that I put down to my recent injury. What else could it be?

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So...how do you like it? I'll make this a smutty three shot at first, then maybe expand it to a full length story later depending on the response.