Dark Side of the Moon

This plot is a little similar to ‘Alive Again’, but still different. Kuchiki-Hiza requested that “Shirosaki gets a physical manifestation and a Gigia from Urahara.” This is after the winter war.

Normal warnings for yaoi, smut, sex and a bit of cursing.

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Beta’d by kitsunekiri- thanks for cleaning up after my mistake XD

Soul-Splitter

It happened during one of Ichigo’s fights. Shirosaki was lurking inside of him, waiting for the chance to take over when the hollow hit Ichigo’s Shinigami form with a sort of slimy fluid. Ichigo killed it immediately, but then he started to get dizzy and there was the worst pain he had ever experienced going through him. He fell to the ground in agony, screaming in unison with the hollow inside of his head. There was a nauseating moment where everything was still, then his cells began to divide and multiply rapidly, making Ichigo’s spirit split in half.

A few moments later Rukia and Renji arrived at the scene and stared down at the two fallen bodies entwined on the ground. They tried to separate them but the white haired, white skinned and white clothed figure latched onto Ichigo and refused to let go. Soon after Tessai came and carried them both to the Urahara Shop for further investigations.

Urahara poked and prodded at them and then cooed with the albino snarled at him in his sleep and tugged Ichigo closer to him. Ichigo didn’t seem to mind either, but instead snuggled closer with a sigh.

“So? What’s the verdict?” Rukia asked as they all sat around the table drinking tea.

“I’ve investigate the substance found on both of them and found it to be a secretion, most likely from a hollow, that is used to split the soul.”

“What!?” Renji asked, standing up and slamming his fists onto the table.

“You don’t mean to tell me that…”

“That he’s Ichigo’s hollow, yes.”

“Then why haven’t you killed him?” Rukia asked in confusion.

“Isn’t he a threat?”

“If you kill him, you kill Ichigo. And I don’t think he’s a threat, did you see the way he cuddled Ichigo-san?” Urahara giggled and earned a weird look from Renji and Rukia.

“No, I suspect that the hollow originally used the secretion as a means to divert and confuse its prey. But with something like a Vizard there aren’t any harmful effects other than a separation of the hollow and Shinigami…maybe even a split of the powers so they are both Vizards.”

“Can it be reversed?” Renji asked and Urahara sighed.

“No, I don’t think so. If two individuals with equal control were put into one mind they would probably go insane.”

“I don’t see how that would be different from normal with Ichigo.” Muttered Rukia to Renji who laughed.

“But still…”

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!!” Everyone jumped at the sound of Ichigo’s voice and raced to the room.

“Calm down King, I’m not going to hurt ya…” They came into the scene with Ichigo on his back and trying to shove the hollow away with his foot while his hollow resolutely clung onto his arms and refused to let go.

“You have been ever since you got into my head you bastard!” Ichigo attempted to kick the hollow but the pale man flipped him onto his stomach and bent his arm behind his back.

“Ow! Fucking asshole!!!”

“Yeah, that’s what ya get. Bitch.” Shirosaki said with a smirk.

“Get. Off. Of. Me.”

“Nope. Not gonna happen.”

“Shouldn’t you be off killing or eating people since you’re not in my head anymore?”

“Now that I have my own body, why would I want to do that? Do you want me to?”

“No!!!”

“Then stop complaining.” Ichigo’s hollow relaxed his grip on Ichigo’s arm slightly and rested his chin on the vizard’s shoulder while he smirked at the gaping on lookers.

“Yo.”

“Help me!” Ichigo shrieked at them.

Rukia had the nerve to giggle. Fucking giggle!

“Oh-ho, it looks like you’re enjoying yourself down there Ichigo.”

“Like fuck he is! Get off of him you damn hollow!” Renji approached with his sword drawn but Urahara stopped him.

“Need I remind you that we can’t kill him without killing Ichigo?” Urahara said trying to placate the Shinigami but just making Renji scowl.

“But we can hurt him a little, can’t we?”

“A weakling like ya isn’t going to be able to do anything against me.” Shirosaki grinned at the fuming red head and turned to whisper into Ichigo’s ear.

“I think that one has a crush on ya, Ichi.” He licked Ichigo’s ear, making the vizard and Renji go nuts.

“Get off you stupid hollow!”

“I’m hurt King, do ya think so lowly of me?”

“You heard him, get off!” Renji lunged to attack the hollow but he simply caught the sword and one hand, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

“I can agree to play nicely, but if ya keep attacking me I’ll fucking kill ya.” The hollow said with a growl.

“Like hell!” Renji raised his sword again but this time it was Urahara who stopped him.

“Stop it, Abarai. Ichigo’s hollow is just provoking you.”

“But he’s pinning Ichigo down!”

The hollow sighed and regretfully let go of Ichigo with the last hand that had been pinning him down.

“Spoil sport.” The orange haired man scrambled away immediately with a bright blush and a scowl.

“I wasn’t gonna hurt ya King.”

“Don’t call me that.” Ichigo mumbled and stood on shaky legs with the hollow following suit and eyeing him like a piece of meet.

“Do you want to explain this to me, Urahara?”

“Ah, yes. You and your hollow there,” He pointed his fan at the hollow helpfully as though none of them knew who he was talking about,

“Split souls.”

“Er, what?” Ichigo said blankly.

“You are no longer in one mind. Two separate beings. Never to be the same person again.”

“Ugh, my head hurts.” Ichigo rubbed his temples and Shirosaki took that as his cue to scoot behind Ichigo and start petting his head.

“Don’t worry King; I’ll make the pain go away.” He cooed and nuzzled against Ichigo’s neck.

“Ack! What the hell hollow!?”

“Don’t call me that.” The hollow said and narrowed his eyes. “I’m not a part of you or Zangetsu anymore, I have my own name.”

“Well, what is it?” Renji demanded and crossed his arms over his chest. The hollow glared at him and didn’t say anything.

“Hah! That’s what I thought. You don’t have a name, do you?”

“Shut up Renji.” Ichigo snapped at the Shinigami and then turned to Urahara.

“I suppose this isn’t reversible?”

“Yep!”

“And if he dies, I die?”

“Yep!”

“Stop sounding so damn cheerful!”

Urahara laughed and hit Ichigo hard on the back and almost made him fall over. “Don’t worry, Kurosaki-kun. Think of him as a new, powerful ally!”

“Tch. Whatever. I got to get home before Kon decides to do something perverted with my body.”

“What about me?” His hollow asked and frowned.

“No way am I gonna stay with these guys.”

“My family will be able to see or sense you if you come with me.” Ichigo scowled at him.

“Not that I would invite you any way.”

“C’mon King, I’m not that bad when ya get to know me!”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Perhaps a gigia is in order.” Urahara said with a smile. “Isshin-san would be happy to welcome a friend of Ichigo’s into his home.”

“You don’t think our close resemblance would tip him off?”

“Hollow-san has white hair and white skin while you have orange hair and tan skin.”

“And the eyes?” Ichigo said with a scowl.

“How are we going to explain that?”

“Silly Ichigo, I can make the eyes a different color! Probably red like an albino…” Urahara started mumbling to himself.

“So I get to stay with Ichi?” The hollow smirked at Ichigo.

“Let’s get bunk beds!”

“Fuck off! What if dad doesn’t say yes?”

“He will, you know how he is.” Urahara replied.

Ichigo sighed, knowing EXACTLY how goat face could be. “Fine. But you have to promise that you won’t kill or hurt my family and friends, or anyone that isn’t an enemy.”

“I’ll defend myself,” A sly glance was shot at Renji.

“But otherwise I won’t attack.”

“Good. I’m going home.”

“Don’t leave me here with them!” The hollow tackled Ichigo, sending him tumbling to the ground with the strong hollow clinging to his waist and not letting go.

“I promise not to let any of my reiatsu slip if ya take me with ya!”

“Ugh! Fine, just get off!”

“Ya have no sense of fun Ichi.”

…

All Ichigo wanted to do was sleep, but his hollow seemed to have other plans. He had told the hollow to sleep in the closet but in the middle of the night Ichigo has woken up to strong arms encasing him from behind and a hard body pressed up against him.

“Get off hollow!” Ichigo hissed quietly so he wouldn’t wake up his family and tried to pry the hollow off of him.

“Stop calling me hollow.”

“What am I supposed to call you?” Silence. “You don’t know your name?”

“Shut up. I never needed one before.” He mumbled and squeezed Ichigo a little tighter.

“How about Hichigo?”

“No.”

“Ogihci?”

“NO!”

“Shirosaki?”

“…Fine…”

“Get off of me Shirosaki!”

“No.”

Ichigo inhaled sharply as a somewhat cold hand found its way under Ichigo’s night shirt and stroked the skin there.

“Hollow…Shirosaki, stop it.”

“Sh…I’ve been depraved of touch for so long, let me feel you.”

“Is that why?” Ichigo snarled.

“I’m not going to be a part of your fucking experiment. Go find a fucking hollow for that and get off of me.”

“King I didn’t mean…”

“Get off.”

“I-”

“Get off of me, NOW!!!”

Shirosaki silently slipped from the bed and walked over to the closet. Not even one day in his new life and he was already fucking things up with Ichigo. Great.

On the bed Ichigo had burrowed deep into the covers while he wondered why his chest hurt so much.

…

Keigo stared at the albino standing behind Ichigo who was grinning madly. “Er, who is this Ichigo?”

“He’s an old friend of the family that transferred here. He has an even worse temper than me so I suggest you leave him alone.”

“But he’s smiling, he can’t be that bad! Let’s hang out some time Taikei!”

The albino kicked him hard in the face, sending him flying a few feet. “You’re friends are weaklings.”

“Shut up Shiro.” Ichigo muttered and stepped over Keigo’s twitching body to get to his set in class. Shirosaki had enrolled as ‘Taikei Zangetsu,’ but Ichigo continued to call him Shiro which others assumed to be a nickname because of his white hair and white skin.

“Don’t be mean Ichi.”

“You started it.” Ichigo’s friends, most of whom already knew about the situation, watched the conversation go back and forth between them with amusement.

“You aren’t still mad at me, are ya Ichigo?” Shirosaki sat in the desk behind Ichigo and looped an arm around the fuming carrot top.

“Stop touching me.” Ichigo slapped Shirosaki’s arm off of him just as the teacher entered the room.

“Alright! As most of you have seen, we have a new student with us today. Would you like to introduce yourself?”

“Yo!” Shirosaki stood up with a grin.

“My name’s Taikei Zangetsu. I transferred here from Tokyo. Before any of you dumb shits ask, yes I am albino. If any of you call me Shiro I know several good places to bury the bodies.”

“Dip shit.” Ichigo muttered as Shirosaki took his seat and the class openly gaped.

“Ass hat.”

“Jerk off.”

“Strawberry.”

“Shiro.”

Shirosaki grinned and propped his hands behind his head. “An amendment… If anyone except for Ichigo here calls me Shiro, I’ll kill you.”

“Tch.” Ichigo ignored him for the rest of the period. His irritation only increased the rest of the day as Shirosaki continued to insult and put down (sometimes physically) everyone around Ichigo and then cuddled up to the orange haired body. Normally Ichigo wouldn’t have cared, but people were starting to get the idea that they were…together.

“I didn’t know you were like that Ichigo!”

“Keigo…”

“You should have told me, your best friend!”

“Keigo!”

“I would have supported you…” He was cut off my Ichigo’s foot in his face.

“We’re not together.”

“We won’t judge you.” Mizuiro commented as he continued to text on his cell phone and rest his foot on Keigo’s back.

“We don’t care if you’re gay.”

“I’m not gay!”

“What’s wrong Ichi? Are ya ashamed of us?” Shirosaki asked and wrapped his arms around Ichigo from behind yet again.

“Shut up! There is no us!”

Several girls and guys from the surrounding area shook their heads. “I kind of feel bad for Zangetsu-kun.”

“Well you saw how violent Zangetsu-kun is, maybe there is a reason Kurosaki-kun isn’t open to a relationship!”

“They’re both just delinquents anyways.”

Shirosaki turned around and glared at the whisperers who eeped and continued on their way.

And the bastard kept trying to grab his shoulders or arm or hands as they walked home, all ‘couple like.’ If Ichigo was honest with himself, he wasn’t completely objectionable to it, but knowing that Shirosaki just wanted someone to experiment with was a real turn off.

When they got home, no one was there. Ichigo expected a surprise attack from his father at any minute but none came.

“Oi, Ichi!” Ichigo glanced over to see Shirosaki waving a note around.

“They said they’re going to be gone for the night and won’t be back until next morning.”

“What!? Why?”

“Something about us doing bondage.”

“What!?” Ichigo shrieked and snatched up the note, reading frantically before looking up and glaring at Shirosaki.

“They’re going to a conference and we should do some male bonding.”

“Bonding, bondage. It’s the same thing.”

“Tch.” Ichigo turned his head and ignored Shirosaki. The hollow narrowed his eyes and grabbed Ichigo by the arm when he tried to leave.

“You’re attitude is starting to piss me off.”

“My attitude!? You’re the one who won’t take no for an answer!”

“Only cuz ya think I only want ya to experiment!”

“Because that’s all you want!”

“No I don’t!” Shirosaki grabbed Ichigo’s face and slammed their mouths together.

“Mmph!!!” Ichigo tried to back away from the aggressive onslaught but Shirosaki gripped the carrot top’s chin and forced him to hold still. Ichigo turned his head to the side and panted harshly.

“No…stop…”

“Don’t deny me, Ichigo.” Shirosaki purred and yanked the lithe teen up against his body.

“I’m gonna fuck ya into the mattress tonight and you’re gonna enjoy it.”

“Shiro, stop…”

The albino growled and grabbed Ichigo’s waist, throwing the Shinigami over his shoulder. Ichigo let out a grunt as the wind was knocked out of him and immediately began to protest vocally and physically. Shirosaki ignored the curses and hits as he walked to Ichigo’s room and threw the squirming Shinigami onto the bed.

“I know ya want this Ichigo, so why are ya protesting so much?”

“Because I don’t do one night stands!”

“Is that what ya think ya are to me?” The albino asked and crawled over Ichigo who gulped and stared up at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Who do ya take me for? I ain’t ever gonna leave. You’re not nobody to me.”

“You make my head hurt.” Ichigo mumbled and covered his eyes with the palm of his hands.

“Ya just lay there and let me take care of you.” Shirosaki said as he pushed Ichigo’s shirt up and licked his stomach before moving south.

“Shirosaki!” Ichigo shot up as his pants were undone but it didn’t deter the hollow in the slightest.

“Not there!”

“Hm?” Shirosaki raised an eyebrow at Ichigo and then pushed Ichigo’s boxers down to expose his erection.

“Here?” He stared into the teen’s eyes as he deliberately took his dick into his mouth.

“Agh! No…Shi….” He whined and tried to scoot backwards but Shirosaki glared in warning and snatched his hands before pulling away from the erections with a slurp.

“Shall I tie ya up King?”

“Don’t call me that…”

“Tch, guess that’s a yes.”

Ichigo flinched as Shirosaki grabbed his shirt and forcefully ripped it off of him. “Oi! I like that shirt!”

“Do ya want me to gag ya too?”

“You aren’t tying me up or gagging me!”

“Yes I am.”

A brief scuffle broke out in which Ichigo tried to shove Shirosaki away and the hollow managed to get a hold of his wrists and pinned them above his head.

“Be good.” Shirosaki whispered into his ear and began to wind the torn t-shirt around his wrists.

“Be good Ichigo, I promise that you’ll like it.”

“But- mgh!” Shirosaki kissed him, dipping his tongue into Ichigo’s mouth and exploring languidly. He smirked into the kiss as he felt Ichigo give into it and moved away from his mouth to begin kissing lower.

“Ah!”

Shirosaki snickered and flicked his tongue at the nipple lightly before scooting down further to tug Ichigo’s pants off. “Where’s your lube?”

“Um…” Ichigo kick started his brain and tried to remember what it was like to think.

“C’mon Ichi, lube?”

“Under the pillow.”

“Keep it close, eh?” Shirosaki snickered as he dug around for it.

“Been masturbating a lot recently?”

“Shut up.” Ichigo blushed and looked to the side.

“Oh?” Shirosaki leered and leaned closer.

“Been thinking of me?”

“…” Ichigo bit his lip and refused to answer, which was as good as saying yes to the other male. Shirosaki snickered and flicked the lube open with a pop.

“This might feel weird, but bare with it.”

“Fuck…” The orange haired teen hissed and squirmed as a lone finger wormed its way inside of him. The sensation of something being inside of him where nothing had entered before was slightly uncomfortable, but not overly painful. It moved in and out of his tight anus a few more times before it met with no resistance and then a second was added. This time Ichigo inhaled sharply and stilled completely while Shirosaki pressed kisses to his stomach.

“Okay there?”

“…Yeah…it’s weird…”

“Told ya so.”

“Shut up.”

Shirosaki spread his fingers and Ichigo winced, lifting his hips and trying to get used to the feeling. The albino enjoyed this sight for a moment before rubbing the fingers around as he searched for Ichigo’s prostate. The soft inhalation of breath and the arch of Ichigo’s back told Shirosaki that he had found it.

“Ichigo.” The hollow purred and removed the two fingers before adding the third and final one.

This time Ichigo made a small noise in the back of his throat at the pain. But Shirosaki didn’t allow him to escape it as he continued to pump all three of his fingers in and out of his lover and wiggled them around.

“Ngh…” Ichigo whimpered and turned his head to the side as Shirosaki pressed his fingers down against his prostate once more.

“Shi, that’s enough. I want you.”

“Mm.” Who was Shirosaki to deny a request like that? He pulled his fingers out and began to undress. Ichigo watched him with red cheeks, his eyes centered on his erection which was beginning to be a bit painful. Shirosaki poured more of the lube onto his fingers to coat his dick with and crawled back onto the bed where Ichigo still had his hands bound.

The albino kissed him and spread Ichigo’s legs apart with his still slippery hands. He rubbed his fingers against the others entrance and lined his aching cock up to it before bracing his hands on Ichigo’s hips for leverage and pushing forward. Ichigo gave a sharp cry and instinctively clamped down on the intruder to try and force it out.

“Don’t do that Ichi, you’ve been so good up to this point. Just relax.” Shirosaki’s almost hypnotic voice whispered in his ear as he continued to slide in, undeterred by the impossible tightness surrounding him.

“That’s it Ichi, just relax.” Ichigo let out a strangled sob as the hollow pushed in the last few inches and he felt his rectum stretch to accommodate.

“Ugh…” His knees bent up awkwardly and his hands twisted in the bonds as Ichigo tried to get used to the pain. Soft, wet kisses decorated his face and neck while Shirosaki whispered incoherent words.

“Fuck!” He screamed as Shirosaki shifted and pulled out. For a moment all he felt was pain when the albino roughly thrust back in, and then Shirosaki was pounding into him hard and fast. His body protested the rough pain but the pressure against his prostate was driving him mad with need. He wanted it so bad…

“SHI!!!”

“Fuck…” Shirosaki cursed under his breath and gripped the headboard above Ichigo’s head before he began to move even faster.

The wet sound of Shirosaki moving in and out of Ichigo as well as the slapping of their skin sounded so lewd it made Ichigo want to blush even more than the actual act itself.

“Ah! Shirosaki…it hurts…”

“Ya want me to stop?”

“Ngh! N…no…”

“Don’t be so tense.” Shirosaki slowed his pace a little and clumsily untied Ichigo’s hands before moving to stroke his erection. Ichigo shuddered beneath him and he smirked.

“That’s it, good boy.”

“Don’t say it like I’m a dog.”

“Heh.” Shirosaki kissed him passionately and pulled away.
“More like a Strawberry.”

“Fuck you.” Ichigo grunted with a scowl and wrapped his legs around Shirosaki’s waist and tightening his muscles. Shirosaki growled and bucked his hips forward with a snap.

“Ah! There!”

“God you’re hot.” Shirosaki threaded his fingers through Ichigo’s orange hair and tilted his head to the side to suck on the junction where his neck met his shoulder.

“All mine.” He bit down and Ichigo’s body spasmed around him. He grinned around his mouthful of flesh. Apparently Ichigo liked being bitten.

“Ngh!” Ichigo began to touch himself, pumping his hand quickly in time with Shirosaki’s thrusts as he neared climax.

“Shiro!”

“Yeah, that’s right, fucking scream my name.”

“Shirosaki!!!” Ichigo screamed loudly as he spilt his seed all over his hand and his chest. The hollow purred pleasurably and continued to thrust into Ichigo until the constricting heat became too much. Biting down even harder into the teen’s neck, Shirosaki lapped up his blood as he came inside the Shinigami. The convulsing tightness milked every last drop from him until he relaxed on top of Ichigo.

Ichigo caught his breath and enjoyed the pleasant haze he felt as he came down from his high. Shirosaki was warm on top of him and wasn’t overly heavy, but all too soon the stickiness between his legs and the ache inside of him made itself known.

“Shiro, could you get off?”

“Hm.” The albino rolled off of him and grinned.

“Wanna take a shower?”

Ichigo nodded and began to sit up but hissed when it jarred his lower back. Shirosaki made a tsking noise and hoisted him into his arms.

“The things I do for ya.”

“The things I let you do to me.” Ichigo muttered.

“Ya liked it.” Shirosaki smirked.

Ichigo would’ve liked a soothing shower but Shirosaki seemed to think that all his outer and inner bits needed cleaning which led to another round of hot sex. The albino happily pinned him against the shower wall and slid into him. He was still a little loose from the earlier activities, but the movement made Ichigo cry out and dig his nails into the wall. But Shirosaki made sure he enjoyed it and after they were done, Ichigo boneless and only standing with the help of the hollow, Shirosaki cleaned him up again and then tucked him into bed.

There was something pleasant about being warm and clean in his bed that was a little too small for two people. Shirosaki held him from behind and he didn’t feel constricted or uncomfortable at all. The hollow yawned into his ear and kissed his cheek softly.

“Love ya Ichi.”

Ichigo mumbled something back that could have been a return of affections and made Shirosaki laugh.

“I know.”

Across town, Urahara Kisuke was smirking at the fluctuating reiatsu that Ichigo couldn’t seem to keep under control.

“Are you ever going to tell them that it is reversible?” Tessai asked.

“Nope. They’re both much happier this way anyways.”

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Urahara you naughty boy.