Reflection

Chapter 5

I hate it when he’s in one of his stupid moods. Fat rain drops that were more like punishing pellets hit both Shirosaki and Zangetsu in that sideways world. It had been storming for hours, Shirosaki’s white robes were completely soaked through, and his equally pale hair was now damp spikes matting his head. Neither he nor the zanpakutoh soul said a word to one another.

Sitting with an arm wrapped around his legs up to his chest, he waited for that Ichigo to show up and wallop him for nearly doing his little friend. He was actually looking forward to a fight, since the quiet monotony in that world had been driving him crazy from the day he had been born to it. He spent most of his days just looking at the pale blue windows to see what that idiot shinigami happened to have in his line of vision, hearing his dumb thoughts and listening to him and other people speak.

It was so fuckin’ boring.

Basically, he knew everything Ichigo did and nothing else. The only difference in their knowledge was that Shirosaki actually liked ‘experimenting’, which was why he had ‘played’ with that Inoue girl. He had been watching her ever since the ‘King’ had become a Vizard and he had to admit that the cute little bitch had intrigued him. The way she looked at Ichigo with those soft eyes and the times she bounced up and down happily, those jugs of hers all over the place… He knew when he had developed an interest in her that he would have her.

Ichigo only saw her as a friend, meaning that he had to take matters into his own hands. That dumb ass King wouldn’t do her and the only way he would get to see that girl moaning and naked would be to do it himself, which turned out better than he had imagined. All he had to do is wait for the moment that the idiot shinigami let his guard down and relaxed and BAM! He was out and about.

Of course, he had to employ all of Ichigo’s memories of watching hentai and looking at nudy mags to do something good during his time in an actual body to use on the girl. The whole chain thing had been his idea. The girl would have probably screamed her head off and ran out naked if he hadn’t kept her still. Oh, well, she hadn’t minded the shit he did to her anyway.

And I’ll do it again and finish the next time I can get out.

Grinding his teeth together at how that asshole Kurosaki had interrupted his fun, he didn’t stop to wonder if he had done the right thing. There was nothing wrong with what he had done that girl. They both had a good time so it was okay. The old fart stuck with him in that world had actually preached to him about it being ‘morally wrong’ to force a girl to blow him and whatnot. What an idiot!

I was just playing! Boo-fuckin-hoo!

Annoyed and sexually frustrated as hell, he didn’t even look at the orange-haired shinigami that had appeared in that dark stormy world. He could sense him there, but he could give a shit. If King was in a bad mood, Shirosaki was damn close to rabid if pushed to the edge.

At least I got her good and scared at school. That had been fun. Much better than being stuck here with these emo losers.

Wet sandaled feet walked purposely to where he was seated. “You sick twisted Hollow fuck!” was the first thing out of his King’s mouth when he stopped a couple of feet in front of him.

“Nice to see ya’ so upbeat, King,” Shirosaki grinned up at the pissed off orange-head that already had his zanpakutoh drawn for battle.

“Get up!” he arched a brow at Ichigo’s barked command. “I said GET UP!”

“Fine, if you say it so politely,” he lifted his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug and rose to his feet. That old fart Zangetsu was just standing there watching what was going to happen without saying a word. No surprise there. The guy was the most antisocial bastard he had ever had the bad luck of being stuck with. The few words he did say just got on his last nerves.

“Tell me why,” Ichigo growled angrily at him, his voice either quaking from the cold rain or emotion.

Shirosaki’s brows shot up. What the hell was he talking about ‘why’? He simply did what he felt like. He had thought that Ichigo simply didn’t have balls to fuck ‘lil’ hime’. Besides that, he was curious over how the girl would react.

“Why what?” he finally drawled out and the shinigami who was a copy of him in color began to pant in rage.

The zanpakutoh was pointed at his throat and Shirosaki’s smile widened at where this conversation was going, “Don’t act stupid! What you did to Inoue!”

“Oh, you mean my adorable lil’ hime?!” his eyes widened in false innocence. “I was just playing with her.” he shrugged one of his shoulders casually.

Ichigo’s face hardened and Shirosaki didn’t expect his next move to be done with a fist instead of a zanpakutoh. The blow landed directly on his mouth, but it wasn’t strong enough to move him an inch though it hurt like hell and he could taste blood in his mouth. When the fist was removed, he blinked in slight surprise at the shivering enraged shinigami and lifted a hand to his wounded lip.

Taking the hand away to inspect the blood being washed away by the rain, he couldn’t help but scoff.

“Sorry, King, but you’ll have to do better than that.”

“You… hurt her!” the shinigami gritted out, probably tired because he had used a great deal of reiatsu in trying to make the blow hurt.

“You are such a fool,” Shirosaki looked at him boredly. “Treatin’ that girl like she’s made of glass or something. She survived a night with me, didn’t she? So what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal? THE BIG DEAL?! She’s scared of me because of you being a disgusting pervert! Did you honestly think that she would be happy with you doing that, huh?!” from the way Ichigo kept tensing his shoulders, Shirosaki could tell that he was readying himself for a lunge.

All of this drama is giving me the scratch.

“Hey, old man!” he yelled over his shoulder at the silent zanpakutoh soul. “There’s another one headed your way.”

Knowing what he meant, Zangetsu stepped calmly to the side as a thunderbolt hit the spot where he had once been standing sparking some light on the dark sideways building they were standing on.

“You were saying, King?” he asked lazily just to get on Ichigo’s nerves and he was more than satisfied to see that it worked.

Pissed off and blinded by fury, the shinigami lunged at him, hitting him in the stomach with his shoulder, which only made him laugh. Even as his body was shoved back a couple of yards with Ichigo still pushing using momentum for an advantage, he laughter grew in volume making the zanpakutoh soul shake his head at his attitude.

I should get him pissed off more often!

His skin was too tough for a move like that one to do some actual damage. The hard landing on the glassy surface of the building cracked into a crater when they both impacted, Ichigo on top of him and grabbing the front of his robes, rearing a fist back to hit him again.

I don’t think so, King.

One of his hands shot out, grabbed his descending fist, and squeezed it just hard enough to hurt him.

“Honestly, you let those emotions of yours get the best of you,” he smirked up at the fuming shinigami that was trying to get his fist out of his hold.

“You bastard! I won’t stop until you’re dead! DEAD! I don’t need you anymore! You’ve done your job, Hollow! It’s time for you to leave!”

His smirk vanished and his face was now cold.

“Leave?” he asked in a dangerously dark tone. “You think you can make me leave?”

“I will get rid of you!” Ichigo shouted passionately down at him.

“I knew you were dumb, but this one goes on the top of my list,” Shirosaki commented dryly. “You need to face the facts, King, you can’t get rid of me. Every time you kill me, I’ll just come back.” an evil sneer that didn’t show his teeth lifted his lips. “I’ll be with you for the rest of your miserable life.”

“You’re lying!”

Feigning melancholy, he shook his head. “I am telling you the truth, King. You are stuck with me.” the truth always got under his skin. Ichigo didn’t want him there and neither did he. Life could be such shit sometimes.

Ichigo closed his eyes and breathed in heavily through his clenched teeth before saying lowly, “I want you to stay away from Inoue.”

“Hah! Now you’re shittin’ me!,” his face was one of exaggerated amusement. “Do you have any idea how much fun we had?” he sighed and to irritate the shinigami more he licked his lower lip suggestively. “That girl really is something. She cums like crazy and gets really nasty and wild!” his eyes widened to emphasize to the disgusted Ichigo. “I’m surprised she didn’t swallow my cock whole when she got off!”

“I FUCKING HATE YOU!”

Now we’re talking. Shirosaki thought gleefully as Ichigo put his free hand around his throat. He had been bored but now things were looking promising. Making a shinigami of Ichigo’s caliber into a madman looking for blood looked like a good fight to pass the time.

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“Why are all of your mirrors and windows covered?” was the first thing Tatsuki asked when entering Orihime’s dark apartment later that day. Indeed, after rushing home from school, she had taken out every blanket and towel in her possession and hid every shiny thing in her apartment.

“I ah,” Orihime paused trying to think up a valid excuse looking off distantly at the wall behind the frowning Tatsuki. “I ah,” she began awkwardly again making her friend roll her eyes as she pass her and further into the interior of the small home to sit down on the couch. Turning to the girl that had made herself comfortable in the couch, she continued, “I read… in a magazine that its’ really good Feng Shui!”

“Feng Shui now is it?” Resting her back on the couch, crossing her legs at the ankles, she didn’t believe her, but then again Orihime hadn’t thought fast enough. Usually she was witty in coming up with crazy things and now her world was crumbling apart thanks to that…

“Tatsuki-chan, I really need to tell you something!” she blurted out, her voice cracking.

The girl lounging on the couch straightened her back, sitting forward in concern.

“Is something wrong, Orihime-chan?”

Sniffing loudly, Orihime walked over and sat down on an empty space besides the girl that now angled her body to see her better. She was tired of lying to everybody, but Tatsuki-chan was a different matter altogether. The girl had been her first friend and defender. Lying to her felt like a crime against their friendship.

Opening her mouth, she discovered that the words she had lined up didn’t want to come out.

“Orihime-chan, does this have anything to with you running out in class?” the worry was tangible in Tatsuki’s voice.

Looking down at her hands that she had folded on her lap, she said lowly, “Promise not to hate him or tell anybody else what I’m going to tell you”.

“You’re starting to scare me!” her friend let out in alarm, shifting in the seat next to her. “And who is ‘him’?”

“Just promise me, Tatsuki-chan!” Orihime cried, hating the tears coming to her eyes. She really needed to get this off her chest and not lie for once, at least not lie to Tatsuki.

“Okay, fine, I promise! Now tell me what’s wrong!”

Feeling some relief at her friend’s promise, she gulped and started to tell her the events of the night before without meeting Tatsuki’s eyes during the whole tale. She could sense the tension that had grown in the room as the words flowed out. Almost everything that had transpired was laid out bare, except for all of the lurid details of the Hollow’s actions against her. All she had said regarding that was that he had ‘touched’ her intimately, but nothing else out of fear that Tatsuki would feel disgusted by her.

“… and then when we were in class I heard his voice and he told me to look at the glass and that’s when I saw him!” tears had rained down her face during the entire story and she wiped them away sloppily with the hem of her oversized t-shirt. “He-he looks just like Kurosaki-kun but he is like a faded version of him. White hair and everything. He’s after me and wants to finish what he started last night I just know he does!” a sob shook her whole body as she covered her mouth with a trembling hand.

“That little shit!” Orihime jerked back from her friend’s spat words.

“Please don’t be mad at him! Y-you promised, Tatsuki-chan!” This wasn’t supposed to happen! She had promised!

“Are you kidding me?!” her friend jumped to her feet angrily. “That damned Ichigo can’t control that freak thing he has in his body and lets him go after you and you expect me to not do anything about it?!” the other girl’s body was as straight as a ramrod, stiff and unyielding, both fists clenched at her sides.

“B-but it wasn’t Kurosaki-kun! It was his Hollow! He got him under control before he could really do anything to me! And…”, she didn’t finish, more like couldn’t finish.

“And what?” Tatsuki asked dangerously.

“He didn’t really hurt me… all that much…” this admission was with an adverted gaze and blush.

Tatsuki gasped at what Orihime was insinuating with those quiet words.

“Are you trying to tell me… that you liked having that creep using you?!” she breathed in amazement.

“No! No, I didn’t!” Orihime shook her head frantically in denial. She hadn’t liked it! She couldn’t have! It was wrong! He had forced her to do it!

“But what exactly are you trying to say, Orihime-chan?! The guy breaks into your house, takes you to some dingy place, and feels you up like some rapacious S&M bastard!”

“I just wanted to tell you because I’m so confused!” the last came out in a wail as she burst into tears at how everything around her had stopped making sense. “I don’t even know how I feel about Kurosaki-kun anymore! I can’t look at him straight in the face without remembering that Hollow and it isn’t his fault to begin with! Kuchiki-san is my friend too and I can’t let her find out because that would make her hate us!” she was finally breaking down, her words starting to blubber together into an incomprehensible mess.

Her vision was blurring, but her lips kept convulsing with words. She just couldn’t stop. Her crying grew stronger when her friend wrapped comforting arms around her in an attempt to be consoling.

“Shit, just what the heck did that guy do to you?”

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