Strawberries and Cream

Previously..

The good arousing feelings were gone; leaving him very moody as he did not even have the will to masturbate and fix his 'problem'. He would get him...he swore, he would make Shiro pay for teasing him.

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It had been a few days since his Inner hollow had left him hanging; it had also been a few days worth of planning and plotting...

Ichigo Kurosaki,16 , Subsitute Shinigami, Vizard..Attendee of Karakura High. Sometimes he actually wondered how one person can be classified as so many things..

But, fortunatly the only thing on the teen's mind now was revenge..sweet, sweet revenge.

'Damn'...Ichigo blinked his amber eyes, striding up to his room in his normal moody way; grunting a hello to Yuzu; ignoring her declaration that dinner was done..He thought it was actually a bit early for dinner, but then again..he tended to eat late at night anyway. Placing his hand upon his door, grasping the handle with his fingers and opening it; Ichigo stepped inside, depositing his school bag on the floor..rather unceramoniously I might add. Moving over to his desk quietly, pulling out the chair and sitting down. Every noise seemed to be dulled as he mulled over his thoughts; tanned cheek resting upon the cold desk.

Suppressing an involuntary shiver, Ichigo continued to rest against the desk; though soon decided to rest his head on his arms which were now laid upon his desk. How was he to get the upper hand? How was he to seek his revenge upon well...'himself'..he wasn't even sure if he could..he was slightly afraid that his inner Hollow already knew about his plot, maybe he was expecting it? Maybe he wanted it? That was it! Normally he would have taken forever to come up with such a brilliant plan as this! He would NOT seek his revenge..its what Shiro would be expecting, instead..he would be..'depressed' yeah..depressed..make it rain on his sorry ass..that'll teach him for doing what he did. On top of that, it might even make that asshole feel bad! Its about time that sorry-ass 'horse' learned some remorse..Yeah, this was great! Ichigo couldn't help but laugh softly; he had even made sure to concentrate on suppressing his thoughts..so he was damn sure Shiro couldnt have heard it.

Ichigo jumped up from his desk, hearing the chair topple backwards as he shot up. Oh this was great, well..he couldnt get too excited..he had to be depressed.

Ichigo took a deep breath, sitting down upon his bed; his mind going over and reminiscing on all the things that had previously caused a minor depression within him. It really didnt take that long for Ichigo to begin to feel down, his expression slowly changed from the previously 'gleefull' to a downcast and sullen look. He was sure it was 'raining' now..he felt like crap, he was begining to think that doing this wasnt such a good idea..but well, it was a bit too late for that.

Ichigo sighed, laying down upon his bed; clutching the pillow close to him as he curled slightly. His eyes fluttered slightly, a stinging sensation stirring inside them; the unshed tears that begged to let loose would not come..for he made a point of not crying. The sinking feeling just kept getting worse and worse, his expressions changed from anger to pained and anything and everything inbetween. Ichigo had not meant this sinking depression to go so far..but, it was somehow just spiraling out of control. Very soon, he found droplets of salty tears leaking from the corners of his amber eyes; how long he silently cried..he had no idea; he really didnt even know why he was crying! Just a very..dank feeling permeated his soul, wreaking havok with his emotions. After what could have been days..or hours, maybe months? Who knew, Ichigo felt a hand upon his shoulder, a cold hand..but it was a gentle touch. Ichigo turned his head slowly, his blurry vision coming to set upon none other than his mirrored version. Shiro had came? Maybe his ploy had worked..though who felt worse, he wondered? Himself or Shiro? Ichigo felt himself lifted up into a sitting position, feeling his body cradled against the cool body of his mirror; he felt hands caressing his back and his hair, gentle..soothing..could this actually be Shiro? Or just his imagination..Like hell if he knew; he might just be too out of it..but, it felt so good..maybe he'd just..relax here for a while, in this embrace..at least; while it lasted..


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