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Consort To The Three Kings	By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Oh my, I'm finally done with this one. It's a little late, considering I've started updating this story on Sunday night every two weeks. I'm sorry about that, but some parts of this chapter was very difficult to write...it just refused to be written well untill I valiantly beat it back into submission.

Ugh...it was giving me such a headache but I'm just glad that it's finally done now and through the last part I finally started enjoying writing it again. I just want to warn you guys again, Soul Society is evil in this, so if you're going to be upset with what I do to some of the characters, just remember I mention this in the first chapter as well.

But not all of them will be bad, there are a few characters that I just cannot see as evil so I'll be keeping them good. You'll be meeting one of them a little later. As for this chapter, another warning, there's quite a bit of bloodied violence as I said I'll bring Soul Society back into this and that means all the action and awesome sword fights that Bleach is known for. Although this chapter's is a bit dull considering it wasn't really a fight and more of Ichigo realizing how truly wicked their methods can be.

Okay, a quick notice for those who are interested. I'm running a poll on my profile to decide what one-shot I'll be turning into a multi-chap fic next, so for those who wish to vote, please do so. I'd really appreciate it. And lastly, thank you to everyone who has reviewed my last chapter, I am so glad that you guys enjoyed it, it was by far one of my favourites to write so look forward to a lot more lemons in the future.

Hmm, that's all that I can think of for now. Please enjoy, my honeys now that I've gotten all the notices out of the way. I'll see you at the end of the chapter.

Chapter 8: An Accursed Name

'...Ichigo! NO ICHIGO! MATTE (1*)! PLEASE...' A startlingly loud feminine shout resounded through a haze of lingering blackness,dragging a harsh gasp of distressed air into headily resisting lungs as it prompted chocolate brown eyes to snap open in surprise beneath a sprawl of messy orange locks. Panicked brown eyes frantically searched the darkness saturating the air for the source of the familiar voice echoing through his fading dream and pushing into awakening reality, but he encountered nothing but darkness in the end. Still, the sheer reminder of that voice almost instantly caused a shudder of unsettled trepidation to chase boldly against naked skin, leaving the orange haired consort breathing shakily through the lingering after affects that memory brought forth in him as it flickered before hazily opened eyes.

He was shivering at the sudden cold streaking against his flesh, seeking to fall further into the arms of the two lovers that were coiled so perfectly around him but that seemed an impossibly wish now. Ichigo really did not want to remember that on top of everything else, it had been a long time since he had experienced that dream in particular but with the memories he had just regained from his previous life overlapping with this one, he didn't think he could take much more. And he had just regained so much happiness, such contentedness in the arms of his beloveds all over again. Even as his newly found joy worked to calm the ragging emotions his distress brought forth, Ichigo couldn't help but feel that something was off around him.

That something close to his heart was missing, his mind supplied, and just as he was about to drift off into hopefully untroubled dreams again, brown eyes suddenly blinked open in fright.

Where was the third of his beloveds that was supposed to be sleeping next to him? Right now, Ichigo was only aware of Ichiru and Ryuu's presence close to him and it drove chocolate brown orbs to anxiously scan their shared chambers for the last person to complete the trio of his lovers. He couldn't find him anywhere on the bed or in the space surrounding it...the bathroom light wasn't on either...so where—. Ichigo was just about to worm himself out of Ryuu and Ichiru's arms keeping him captive against the mattress to search for the missing Hichigo when he noted the soft, golden light spilling into the room from one of the window seats a few meters from their shared bed.

The soft flickering light drove sheer relief through Ichigo's veins as he realized that Hichigo hadn't gone far, not as he thought he had. He was just preparing to move himself away from his beloveds' arms, when the orangette caught sight of Hichigo's form situated in the window seat. Stalling his breath in his chest for several moments as he absorbed the scene fully, drinking in the sight he rarely allowed himself to take notice of. Bathed simultaneously in the haunting light of a single oil-candle and the eternal moonlight of Hueco Mundo caressing pale skin to illuminate a perfectly lithe body; the older being was seated nonchalantly with one of his hakama clad thighs propped up, the other foot pressed against the floor for balance as a shimmering kiseru of black and gold (which Ichigo had only seen him smoke once before) permeated sweetly scented smoke in the air with little streaks of silver. Long fingers were shuffling a collection of papers in his lap rather calmly for the angered reiatsu swirling around his form that Ichigo could sense clearly now.

There was an irritable frown drawn across a pale forehead, the usual sneer and sometimes insane smirk pulling at pale lips was gone as Ichigo, for the first time, became aware of the dark and deep hate curling around his beloved's form as it pressed into his own mind now. There was longing sadness streaking against tanned skin too, squeezing his frantically beating heart rather painfully in his chest as it made him sigh sadly. The orangette really didn't want to see such sadness shimmering just beneath the subtle haze those golden eyes had taken on anymore as he jerked suddenly in fright as long black-nailed fingers reached forward to tear the papers in Hichigo's hand to shreds before throwing them aside in a snarl of rage.

'Hichigo?' Ichigo called concernedly, finally managing to worm and twist his way out of the sheets and Ryuu and Ichiru's all encompassing embrace around his waist as he settled bare feet on the plush carpet for several moments to collect himself. He was wincing slightly at the pain shooting up his spine and tensing his thighs as he was reminded headily of their actions earlier that night just as Ichigo became very aware of golden eyes instantly snapping in his direction at the call of a name. They were observing his every move critically in concern and heated appreciation, drawing attention to the fact that Ichigo was still very naked beneath that gaze.

It only took a second for Ichigo to realize his state of dress before Hichigo's gaze chased a fire of embarrassment across a dainty nose, colouring it blood red but then a gentle smile spread across pale lips that almost instantly made Ichigo feel more at ease with himself as he stumbled through several steps, trying to find his balance even as he bent down briefly to tie a stray white kosode around his waist with a soft groan. He wasn't sure he knew whom it belonged to but it didn't matter as Ichigo made his way over to Hichigo with more confidence now that most of his nakedness was covered. What he didn't realize though, was that the white kosode was a very sensual sprawl of fabric around his form as it did very little to hide delectably tanned thighs from appreciative golden eyes as he made his way, step for step, towards the eldest of the Three Kings. Ichigo was tugging irritably at the long sleeves slipping over his hands to tickle his fingertips though, sighing softly as he was surrounded by a warm scent that was beginning to sink deliciously into his skin once more.

'What is it, King?' Hichigo suddenly asked in concern, a frown furrowing his brow as he held out his hand to pull Ichigo closer to him. 'Did you have a bad dream?' Ichigo shook his head in the negative shyly, gazing at his lover from behind a messy sprawl of orange locks as he sought to slip himself between Hichigo's parted thighs and settled himself as close to his beloved as possible without giving away the huge lie he had just told. But Ichigo also knew there was something else that had woken him a few minutes ago, something that didn't belong in his heart...a foreign sensation of anger and curling hate that he was so sure now had come from Hichigo instead.

'Just a lingering memory.' Ichigo replied softly. Contentedly leaning back against a strong chest as a warm chin rested atop his head and Hichigo sighed softly in his hair. A warm arm curled tightly around Ichigo's waist in comfort, as if the older being recognized his need for it as Hichigo rested the tip of a pale nose in a messy array of mussed orange locks, even more dishevelled than before, as he allowed Ichigo's scent to saturate the very air between them in a soothing calm. The orangette was shivering softly in the cold of the early morning air though, leaning back into his beloved's embrace to gather some of his warmth for himself as he murmured contentedly in Hichigo's arms.

'Ichi?' Hichigo asked softly after several minutes of a drawn out calm silence. 'Not that I mind you curling in my lap, but why aren't ya sleeping, King? After the night we just had I'd expect you'd be exhausted by now.' Ichigo sighed against the skin of a smooth neck softly. He was exhausted, there was no doubt, but there was no way he was telling Hichigo he had been awoken by another damn nightmare. So he skilfully brushed the conversation aside by turning the same question on his beloved instead.

'What's wrong, Hichi? Why aren't you sleeping?' Ichigo asked, his fingers resting upon the hand that had been thrown over his waist as Hichigo brought his kiseru back to his lips and grinned in satisfaction at the touch of his beloved twining their fingers together. Fingertips, twined and all, slyly slipped beneath the fabric of the hastily thrown on kosode to press black nailed fingers against the trembling flesh of a sensitive stomach as Ichigo moaned into the touch softly. His actions leaving the teen to revel in the sensations as his beloved purred in his ear teasingly and silvery smoke, which Ichigo was sure he should have been coughing at, teased his cheek almost warmly but the King remained stubbornly silent against the question. So the orangette sighed softly, gazing pleadingly up at Hichigo for an answer untill he finally relented.

'Emergency report from one of our spies in Seireitei.' Hichigo said nonchalantly, tapping the remains of his ash into a black holder as golden eyes glared openly at the piece of paper he had thrown aside earlier. 'It seems that several of the top assassins in the Nibantai division and a few stray shinigami have left Soul Society.' Ichigo frowned at the information, turning to the side a little so that he could see the whisper of emotion tracing across his beloved's features. Is that why Hichigo was so upset?

'Are they coming here?' Hichigo shrugged at the question, shifting closer so that he could nuzzle the side of Ichigo's neck tenderly as lips whispered briefly against sensitive skin in a lingering caress.

'We don't know yet, Ichi. They haven't been spotted in Hueco Mundo but it's most assured as to what they have come to do here if they arrive. We'll be taking extra precautions just in case but we cannot delay your training any longer, King. Especially not now that they have made the first move. Another underhanded one at that. But whilst you can look after yourself well enough for now, you'll be going with Starrk tomorrow to train. He'll teach you how to use a cero in both of your current forms.' Hichigo said rather calmly for the curl of anger in his reiatsu as he twined his black nailed fingers with Ichigo's softly in reassurance.

'No matter what, Ichigo. You need to stay close to him because I'm moving you out of the palace's perimeter for the day, I don't trust them not to come storming in here first to look for you.'

'B-but...'

'No arguments, Ichigo, please. Starrk is very capable of looking after you, he can also make you much stronger than you already are. If you're worried about your family, then don't be. Ulquiorra will be taking them back to the human world for now, where they will be under his, Urahara and Yoroichi's care until we can establish how much danger is awaiting us. Also, don't forget that the Oyaji will be going with them but I'm more worried about sending you out of the castle—.'

'Then don't worry.' Ichigo suddenly interjected angrily. 'I'll just stay beside you, Hichi. I don't need to be protected all the time. I can look after myself, damn it! I don't even need Starrk. Please don't—'

'No,' Hichigo said with lingering finality. 'I'm not sending you out into the desert for the day, Ichigo, because you cannot look after yourself or because you need Starrk as a guard. I don't trust myself to keep my emotions in check should they breach Las Noches tomorrow. And it is for that reason alone that I cannot guarantee that you will not be dragged into my, Ryuu and Ichiru's rage when we confront them. Your powers are still unstable Ichigo, it's not your fault that you cannot control it very well and going up against the full force of the three of us letting the control on ours slip will make it that much harder for you not to take down this entire palace with you, including all of your allies.' Ichigo was just about to interject again but Hichigo hushed him softly with a fingertip pressing against cherry red lips.

'You remember that burning rage you felt when Grimmjow teased you, Ichigo? Where you blacked out for a single second ?' At Ichigo's reluctant nod, Hichigo continued softly. 'Well losing control of your powers is twenty times worse than that, you won't even be aware of what you are doing or listen to us when we call. So please, Ichigo, just listen to Starrk tomorrow. The faster you can get a grip on your powers, the faster you will never have to leave our sides again. We love you, Ichigo. That's why we'll continue to shield you for as long as we can, even from the horrifying experience of losing absolute control.'

'But even in saying all this, King, there's no guarantee that they will be showing up here later. Sometimes the information gets mixed up before it arrives here, but it's better to stay safe and keep you out of harm's way.' Ichigo shook his head softly, he didn't want to do this. He couldn't let them face this on their own, couldn't face himself if he didn't protect them from an enemy that had stolen so much from him already.

'I don't want to, Hichigo. I want to stay with you.' Hichigo sighed softly as he pressed a calming kiss to the top of messy orange locks and pressed his hand against Ichigo's beating heart, slowly weeding out the subtle panic his words had induced as he lulled his beloved into a more forcibly calmed state.

'I know you do, King. But rest assured that they are weak in comparison against us, even some of their captains will hardly present a problem at all. Just where do you think your overwhelming hollow powers originate from Ichigo? Also, if we need you, my beloved, then we will call to you. With your mask summoned it'll take you less than a minute to reach the castle again and Starrk can get here even faster, so there is no need for you to worry. Plus, you might even encounter the assassination squad before us as we don't really know their objective. If that happens, you'll call for us if you need us. That's how it works, King. We have our own battles to fight, always had and this time, little one, I'll not let you take my prey away from me. I have a bone to pick with the entirety of the Nibantai division, this time I won't hold back.' Ichigo was just about to protest again when Hichigo suddenly pulled him to his feet, pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose playfully before Ichigo was pulled into a warm embrace and the counterpart to his soul began leading the both of them towards the bed.

'But enough of that, why don't we go back to bed, hmm? You must be tired, King. I'm surprised you can walk so well.' Hichigo said with a chuckle, stalling in his steps though as he felt Ichigo halt in front of him. The both of them were stunned to silence for several moments though, when they noticed the two pale forms curled up together beneath the sheets of their shared bed. Ichigo found himself astounded, blinking several times to make sure that what the was seeing was correct as Ryuu had seemingly curled up to Ichiru's chest and Ichiru had his arms wound around his brother's waist protectively.

'Che...would you look at that, now I'm going to be in trouble in the morning again.' Hichigo said with a snicker, pushing Ichigo beneath the soft sheets of the bed as he shuffled beneath the blankets after him. Curling his arm around Ichigo's waist in semblance to the two brothers as they came to rest closer to them than before.

'Shhh!' The older being hushed Ichigo's laughter softly. 'Don't wake them, Ichigo. Trust me, you don't want to hear the argument breaking out over this.'

'Argument?' Ichigo asked with a frown.

'Hn, they followed the warmth you left behind when you came to me and ended up like that. They'll probably take it out on me later for stealing you away during the night. But, I'll tell you a little secret, those two have a much closer relationship than they'd like to admit. It's probably because they were born almost simultaneously inside of you. But if there's one thing they hate, it's waking up like that in the mornings when it should be you sleeping between them.'

...

Soft, moist lips slid sensually against his own, parting cherry red lips for the delicate touch of a swiping blue tongue as Ichigo moaned softly under the dazed, lazy touch. It was slowly rousing him into a lazy wakefulness he was not ready to face just yet, not ready to acknowledge yet because Hichigo's words to him earlier that night was coming back in a heady rush of unwanted information. Forcing Ichigo to remember that his beloveds' could possibly be facing a deadly danger all by themselves as he was—. But no matter how he tried, the orange haired consort could no longer keep himself wrapped up in a blanket of restful sleep as he eagerly twined his tongue with another, fingertips fisting in the sheets as he gasped softly at the lips pressing against the top of his head and teeth tugging the sensitive skin of his neck simultaneously.

He was near instantly overwhelmed by two more lovers swimming into his range of senses and attacking his wakening consciousness harshly. And, after only having spent a moment bathing in lingering pleasure, Ichigo couldn't find it in himself to care about anything anymore. He was too exhausted to protest and they were playing decisively dirty that morning as Ichigo moaned softly at their straying touches. Even just sensing the gentle presence of his three beloveds pressing closer to him, moulding around his form from all sides as he was accosted with another pair of lips sealing over his seamlessly once again, Ichigo couldn't keep up anymore. His brown eyes were coaxed to flutter open irritably at the artificial light shimmering across their shared room before they collided with a pair of heated gold and black that were gazing straight into his soul.

Hichigo deepened his sensuous kiss with dragging teeth and a curling smirk now that he had finally awakened his sleeping lover.

'Good morning, Ichigo.' Ichiru whispered in his ear teasingly, nibbling at the shell of an ear tenderly when Ryuu recounted the same words against the skin of a sensitive neck as Ichigo valiantly fought back another heady moan and the need to arch back into the touch. But when Hichigo broke the sensual exploration of his tongue and lips against Ichigo's, it left the teen's entire form shivering and sensitive to the brush of soft exhalations streaking across his heating cheeks just as the eldest King grinned up at his beloved and pressed a kiss to a scowl-wrinkled forehead tenderly. Black nailed fingers brushing stray strands of orange away from lazily blinking brown eyes to drag Ichigo's attention fully towards him.

'Good morning, King. Did you sleep well eventually?' Ichigo just glared at his beloved wilfully, not even sparing him a nod as he struggled through a new sense of rushing sensations. Irritably turning on his side to hide the heated flush spreading across his nose deeply, Ichigo shuddered as he was made aware of the slow arousal coursing through his being headily as he curled into a little ball. He was going to have to lock his need away for now, seeing as his lovers were already dressed for the day and had other plans than just waking him. He was forced to cry out though as a blue tongue lathed the skin of his neck one last time before Ryuu pulled away. Ichiru's fingers, the last lingering trespasser, passing through spiky orange locks before he joined his brothers on the other side of the bed.

'S-shit.' Ichigo cursed wildly, whining softly when he realized they wouldn't be coming back to him as their retreating presence left him feeling suddenly cold and empty inside. Ryuu, not able to resist his small sound of distress though, brushed his lips against Ichigo's softly in a chaste kiss before he moved away with a soft murmur of apology. They were all dressed for the day already, white Shihakushō falling pristinely across long limbs as they wore a range of haori with the royal crest upon the back. A familiar dark blue one was draped across Hichigo's shoulders, pitch black and silver resting on Ichiru and Ryuu's shoulder's respectively before they left for the closed chamber doors on black waraji clad feet.

'Sorry King, but we need to leave for now,' Hichigo said disappointedly over his shoulder. 'You should get dressed too, Starrk will be here in a moment. Don't forget your crown please, you are rightfully the centre of our being and our most beloved consort, once you step outside of these chambers they should all know. Something that the Soul Society should be made aware of once again as they seemed to have forgotten just what your role beside us is and—.'

'Please, Hichi, don't do this.' Ichigo whispered softly, surprised to find that it was Ichiru that had stilled at the threshold of the doorway at his call though.

'No can do, Ichigo-Koi. You can yell and scream at us later all you want, but we cannot keep you close to us today. Sending you out will not only disrupt their forces and strategy, in order to build on the advantage we already possess, but to keep you safe for now as well. We'll see you later, Ichi. Stay safe and listen to Starrk.' And then he was gone, leaving Ichigo feeling suddenly cold, frustrated and very alone. Not sure what to do with himself, Ichigo stumbled towards the walk in closet in search of his clothes and the crown Hichigo had implored him to wear that day. He couldn't understand why he was going along with this, why he wasn't rushing after them... He should be beside them damn it, for eternity! However, just as he settled Zangetsu across his back, choosing to have worn a white shihakushō that day, Ichigo was startled when the chamber doors was pushed open and a head of shaggy brown hair and sharp grey-blue eyes peered sleepily into the Royal Chambers.

'Are you here, little consort?' Shit! Well, there went his plan to sneak after his three beloveds. 'Mah, mah! You're not going to fight me on this too are you Ichigo-chan? I really don't want to get into trouble with those three, especially not today.' An almost soothing baritone noted lazily, long fingers resting against the back of a head nonchalantly as the taller Arrancar sauntered into the room and Ichigo felt his scowl deepening across his forehead even further. He hated the way the circlet pressed into his skin, settling against him almost sorrowfully as he watched the three companion circlets disappear in a flash and reform on three separate foreheads before he shut the black box and finally turned his attention to the Primera Espada that had entered.

'I really don't want to leave them by themselves for today,' Ichigo noted concernedly, curling his fingers around Zangetsu's hilt in search of comfort as he allowed a sigh to stain his cherry red lips. 'However, if there is one thing I can understand, it is that I'm not allowed to take their prey from them. So I'll be in your care for a little while, Starrk-san, please teach me all that I need to know. I'm tired of lagging behind and—.' Ichigo was suddenly interrupted by waving hands as the older being scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment at Ichigo's respectfully bowing form.

'Matte...hold it right there, Ichigo-chan.' Starrk said almost pleadingly. 'When you are wearing that crown upon your head, and even when not, don't you dare bow in front of me. You are far too kind and baring the back of your neck in such subservience to another who can easily take your life, will anger your three Mei-Ou. You bow your head to no one, child, but your lovers and them alone. That's your duty as their consort, protect that which they give you and in return they will eternally protect you.'

'As for teaching you,' The darker haired male shrugged, a gloved hand passing through shoulder length brown hair almost irritably. 'You don't need to ask, I've already agreed to this task no matter how troublesome it is. But my question to you is, do you know what will be required of you once we step outside of the palace walls?' Ichigo remained thoughtful, searching his mind for an appropriate answer to the question as the taller being fell in step next to Ichigo in a much lazier gate. The teen not missing the action as gloved fingers rested upon the hilt of his sword, and those shoulders straightened just a touch whenever they passed by a stray Arrancar.

'Other than what Hichigo told me, learning to use cero in both my current forms, I don't know.' The orangette answered truthfully, even when he could hear the older Arrancar sighing somewhere next to him.

'Typical, they never explain much to you do they? Using a cero, Ichigo-chan, especially with your dormant powers, relies on pure instinct.' Sharp greys irises glanced over a white clad shoulder at his ward as Starrk buried his hands in his pockets and picked up his pace once they reached the outside of the castle and stepped beneath the painted dome. 'Keep up, we're going to start running now.'

'Your Zanpactō seals most of your power when you aren't in Bankai or using it, so release your sword the instant we reach the outside of that wall.' Ichigo, strangely alert to his surroundings, found himself doing just that as he slipped into Bankai without even having to initiate his stance. He simply allowed Zangetsu's form to shift into the more familiar black and red daitō of Tensa Zangetsu as the comforting increase of his reiatsu washed over his form the instant that Hueco Mundo's silvery sands and eternal moon spread vastly in front of him. Las Noches' wall was at his back as brown eyes took in the sight in front of him, allowing the endless horizon to saturate his being as he was reminded of the one place in his mind where his past self dwelled.

On a day like this, Ichigo noticed that the moon was uncommonly bright, igniting the entirety of the silvery dunes and planes in a glow as Starrk shook aside his curiosity and took the lead after that, taking Ichigo deeper and deeper into the deserted planes untill Ichigo began to panic when the palace he had been staying in since arriving in Hueco Mundo itself, began to slip further and further away from him as he lost his sense of direction in the vastly spreading dark horizon.

'W-where—!'

'Don't worry Ichigo-chan, there's a reason why I'm taking you so far out.' Starrk soothed calmly. 'An uncontrolled cero from someone of your reiatsu density will rip straight through the palace grounds itself, if not destroy several towers of Las Noches along with it if we strayed too close. When we stop once again, I want you to call your mask to you... Geez you're a hasty one, I never know how to deal with people like you. We haven't even stopped yet, Ichigo-chan!' Starrk complained in a teasing tone, shivering headily at the brush of near overwhelming reiatsu streaking against his skin the moment that Ichigo had obeyed his request without even waiting until they had come to a stop. 'Yes, that's it. From here, thing's will become pure instinct for you.'

'Try to grasp onto the sensation you feel, Ichigo-chan, as you collect reiatsu at the tip of your horns, saturate the air with it and compress it into a small sphere...it works a lot like your Getsuga before you release, where you gather as much reiatsu as you can before firing it off.' Ichigo found himself shivering against the swirl of desert sand against his newly paled form as they came to a halt, the wind tugging and pulling at long locks that once again trailed down Ichigo's back in a cascading waterfall of bright orange. The strands tickled his hips and arms, providing an annoying distraction now that Ichigo realized he would have to cut his hair again...

But as the teen tried to listen and execute Starrk's instructions, being spoken so calmly several meters away from him, he found it harder and harder to concentrate properly. Blood was rushing deafeningly loud in his ears, his clawed fingertips curling and uncurling around Zangetsu's hilt as the roars of several hollows reached Ichigo's ears from across the darkened planes predatorily. Golden eyes resting upon a sea of black, frantically scanned the much more focused horizon spread before him from behind a long horned mask of black and white...feeling his instincts singing loudly in his ears as it seemed to call out to the three beings tied to his soul, begging Ichigo to show his dominance over the other's straying too close to his senses as he drew comfort from the presence of his beloveds curled against his soul—.

'Concentrate, Ichigo-chan.' Starrk reminded, Tensa Zangetsu's pitch black blade instantly sliding harshly against the open blade of the Primera's drawn sword without Ichigo even having noticed that he had moved to engage Starrk when he had strayed too close to him. 'It's difficult controlling your instincts in this form, little consort, isn't it? But don't mind them, Ichigo-chan. They're just drawn here by your power, Lilinette will take care of them.' Starrk soothed, his voice somehow calming Ichigo down once again as the orangette nodded in understanding. It was difficult he noticed, paying attention, as his consciousness seemed to fade in and out of an all consuming blackness but the more that Ichigo focused on the deep circle of control inside of him, the more he found he could push that ragging sensations aside.

'Good, now that you've gotten a better grasp on your surroundings and out of control instincts, let's try your first cero. Here, I'll show you how it's done.' Pressing a calming hand onto a tensed shoulder, which made Ichigo jerk against the touch, the teen found his attention pulled towards the ball of dark blue light that was beginning to form in the palm of a gloved hand as Starrk pointed his hand towards the distance and allowed the power to explode outwards in a sudden rush. Wind whooshed past Ichigo's form, tugging harshly at his Bankai cloak and the furred additions of red that encircled his wrists, ankles and neck almost protectively as he became headily aware of the sheer power streaking into the distance.

And just as Ichigo noted the technique he urged his own reiatsu to concentrate at the tip of his horns, just as Starrk had instructed him earlier and let his instinct guide him. Feeling a sudden rush of euphoria as the reiatsu swirling at the tip of his curved horns were suddenly let go of in a flash of a deep black and red, the power from the explosion causing even the trained Arrancar next to him to cringe as brown hair and white clothes was tugged back at the shockwave along with long orange locks as Ichigo forgot to refine his reiatsu first.

'The power level's almost there, Ichigo-chan. But you need to refine your energy first, come, and try again. Only after you've perfected your cero in this form will I start teaching you to form one without your mask.' Ichigo didn't know how much more he could take after the seventh one, but he tried again and again even when he felt his form tiring with the length of time he kept the heavy mask of red and white formed across his features and even through his instincts seemed to be saturating his being, it still guided him through more than he thought he could be capable of before.

'N-no more, Starrk-san.' Ichigo panted pleadingly. He was laying exhaustedly against a sprawl of white sand, chest heaving for a proper breath that seemed to be eluding him near constantly now. Brown eyes were gazing hazily up at the eternal night sky, absently noting the gathering of clouds that sought to blot out the crescent moon as they entered what felt like the eighth hour into their training. Ichigo had long since learned to control the perfect cero with his mask present, even managing to cut straight through one of Starrk's most powerful, un-released, ceros and pushing the older being back but achieving the same range of power with just the tips of his middle and forefinger of his right hand was a whole other level of difficulty. Something that seemed seriously impossible for the long orange haired teen as he turned exhaustedly upon his side to gaze pleadingly up at his surprisingly sadistic trainer with lidded brown eyes.

For a lazy old man, that had been half-asleep most of the time, Starrk was surprisingly strict in his training.

'Well, you've come so far already, Ichigo-chan.' Starrk sighed softly, laying back against a bolder, one of the rare objects Ichigo had not turned to dust yet, as he waved a gloved hand in the air nonchalantly. 'I suppose we can take a little break, it's been four hours already and you've managed to get the cero correct in the strongest of your masked forms and can produce a descent cero of half the power in your current state with your Bankai activated so—.' The older being suddenly trailed off in the middle of his sentence though, blue-grey eyes snapping in Ichigo's direction as he gazed at something indiscernible behind the orangette in alarm.

However, just as he was about to call out to the younger consort in caution, Ichigo had already risen to his feet in a flicker of black and orange. Tanned fingers almost lazily lifting a pitch black Tensa Zangetsu to ward off the glancing brush of a blade seeking to sweep across his unprotected back. Sending sparks flying as the two weapons collided before the teen executed a perfect sonido to move himself out of the way when a wall of ice erupted across the place he had been seated mere moments before. Coming to a stop just beside his tutor, Ichigo tightened his grip around Zangetsu's hilt as he noticed Starrk rising to his feet. Ruffling a lazy hand through his brown locks nonchalantly before the older Arrancar rested his free hand upon the hilt of his own blade.

'Yare, yare. Attacking an innocent from behind? You Shinigami have no shame these days.' Starrk noted with an angered growl, resting a calming hand on Ichigo's shoulder as the orange haired consort curled the fingers of his left hand into a fist threateningly, the broken black chain of his fully released sword clinking ominously as brown eyes glared openly at the circle of darkly dressed spirits that gathered around them in much the same way Ichigo had seen them do in the dream he had shared with Hichigo not so long ago. 'And to what pleasure do we owe this visit, Shinigami-san?' Starrk asked calmly, tightening his grip against Ichigo's shoulder as the seemingly exhausted teen settled his stance and took up his blade in his hand again, the wind tugging at his fluttering black and red cloak as those brown eyes became intensely sharp and focused.

'We have been charged with the task of hunting down the reawakened consort, Kurosaki Ichigo and executing him for the murder of one Abarai Renji of the Rokubantai division and associating with the Three Kings of Hueco Mundo. But as for me, scum, I have come to take my revenge on you for killing my friend.' Ichigo, who had been observing the spread of enemies carefully, calculating how much of his currently depleted reiatsu he would need to at least incapacitate them in his current form, lagged a bit behind in listening to the Shinigami's words before he suddenly stiffened. Snarling viciously, Ichigo recklessly rushed forward as his sword clashed against a pure white blade in the opposite to his pitch black blade. He was already feeling the slow spread of rising hate rushing through his veins as if being stabbed by the single call of that name as it reached his ears.

'Renji? I murdered Renji?' Ichigo hissed in rising anger, pushing back his opponent as she suddenly placed a large space of distance them and waved aside her comrades that moved in to assist. 'I killed him?! That son of bitch drove his sword straight through my heart, my best friend for six fucking years and you're accusing me of murdering him? A betrayal like that warrants the worst of deaths in my eyes! He stole my life and then hurt my beloveds because they couldn't protect me that day.' Ichigo was yelling now, pushing past a rush of ice that sought to trap him as his opponent retaliated. Slipping past Starrk who had moved in front of him like a shield, Ichigo felt his slow brewing anger rising steadily the longer he looked upon the cold violet eyes of the Shinigami challenging his sword so boldly.

Ichigo didn't need everyone looking out for him, damn it! He wasn't stupid, he knew there would come a day where he would have to kill, to viscously rip apart his enemies that threatened his beloveds and himself...to bathe in their blood as they threatened to shake their eternal love. That's what wearing the crescent moon circlet upon his brow represented and Ichigo knew it all the first time Ryuu had placed it upon his head and explained the crown's significance to him, that's why it always felt so undeniably heavy with sorrow to him. And with just the mere mention of a single name, Ichigo had entered that undeniably protective state as chocolate brown eyes turned to a slow spread of gold and black and he called forth on his dormant instincts. Allowing his rage to flow through him, Ichigo flicked away the blood that coated the tip of his sword, raging onwards through this battle that was fast becoming tediously boring as his opponent barely even dodged his fatal swipes with every clash of their swords.

'You said you're here for revenge, then allow me to have mine for even mentioning that man's name where I can hear it. Give me your name so I know who I'll be killing and you better stop holding back...at this rate you're not even a challenge at all.'

'Kuchiki Rukia and release your sword, demon. Your appearance cannot fool me, as a hollow that stole the powers of a shinigami, you have no right to carry that sword in your hand.' Ichigo felt his steps falter for a single second, the blunt side of Zangetsu coming down to break the ice that had grasped a hold of his left foot as he felt his slow spread of anger igniting ever further beneath his skin at the taunt. He was moving ever closer to the dangerous spread of hate that was threatening to turn his vision a dark and deep red. It was streaking through his veins now, breaking across his skin as he growled lowly in warning.

'A Hollow that stole a Shinigami's powers?' The orange haired consort frowned. 'You need to be re-educated, Kuchiki, I was born as the child of a human and a captain level Shinigami. I stole nothing, nothing like you stole from me. My mother, who has never in her life been anything but a loving soul was murdered before my very eyes and then you killed me not even a week ago on top of the time two hundred years ago. I knew nothing of this world before Renji took my life and you're already back to steal more? Well, I'm not GIVING YOU ANYMORE! I'M DONE PLAYING NICE.' Ichigo roared, not even flinching as the tip of his blade suddenly sunk into smooth flesh as he impaled his opponent without a shred of mercy tainting his movements. He was breathing heavily, hand trembling around Zangetsu's hilt in rage as he pulled the sword out and looked away from the bubble of blood that was dripping from panting lips as a broken white sword was raised at him again.

'I'd stop moving so much, if I were you.' Ichigo said softly, turning his back on his opponent that was kneeling on the ground defeated. 'You'll die.' He warned just as brown eyes noticed Starrk once again seated against his bolder, the circle of Shinigami that had boxed them in earlier all already unconscious or dead at his feet as sharp-grey eyes turned towards the consort with just a hint of praise before they rested upon Ichigo's opponent that was forcing herself to stand again, pulling Ichigo's attention back to the face her as well just as he prepared to let go of his Bankai release.

'Fool...j-just what...do you think our presence here means? T-those three you have left behind should all be dead by now.' She taunted and the orangette froze in an instant as those words registered within his mind. Black was beginning to creep into the edges of his vision, a dark and heavy uncontrolled reiatsu exploding out of Ichigo in a rush as it felt like someone had just poured ice through his veins. He could literally feel his breath stalling in his chest, his heart squeezed tightly between a rush of calm rage that seemed much more intense and destructive than the ragging anger Ichigo had felt moments before. Control was beginning to slip away from him as a sudden roar was ripped from his throat and the beginnings of a heavy and ominous mask began to form across his left eye, his head tipping forward slightly with the added weight of the curving horn as it spread in a dangerous rise of reiatsu against his soul.

Killed...dead? No, no! That wasn't possible...he would have felt it...he would have died with them, never again would he allow—.

'Zangetsu!' The orange haired consort yelled out suddenly, his voice taking on a harsh distorted quality as black and gold eyes burned with the first traces of rage induced tears just as a gust of wind rushed past him. His rapidly fading vision resting upon the black and red cloaked form of a seemingly childlike being that appeared right beside him now. Shrouding his form in the darkness of a familiar cloak, Tensa Zangetsu carefully rested his fingers on Ichigo's trembling black blade to steady it as he sighed softly. His reiatsu was dark and dense as the newly entered combatant lifted a black and red daitō of the same size and shape as Ichigo's in his right hand before bright blue eyes turned upon the orangette with a frown. Small fingers moving away from a trembling black blade to curl around a wrist instead to calm Ichigo's sudden rush of panic more indefinitely.

'Calm yourself, Ichigo. They are not dead, feel out the bonds that tie you to them, Aruji (2*). Their power has not even wavered an inch since you have left the castle but to assuage your fears, go to them. I shall take care of this.'

'B-but... Zangetsu—!'

'Hush Ichigo, your panic will solve nothing. Abandon your fear. Look forward. Move forward and never stop. You'll age if you pull back. You'll die if you hesitate. Trust me, Ichigo and have a little more faith in your beloveds. I have Starrk here with me and even without him, it won't take me a minute to finish things up here. Go to your beloveds, quickly, before you really lose your mind.' Tensa Zangetsu had scarcely spoken those words before Ichigo was gone, the familiar weight of a long horned black and white mask settled across his features as he seemed to blur out of existence with an aptitude for incredible speed. Zangetsu sighed in exasperation as a deep scowl pulled at his brow irritably, turning to face the short black haired Shinigami observing the scene with wide violet eyes before her as if she didn't understand what had happened. Her trembling fingers curled defensively around an already broken white bladed sword.

'Well, Zangetsu-san, I'll just leave this to you then?' Starrk asked as he stretched nonchalantly and gazed into the distance Ichigo had disappeared into. 'Seeing as my ward has disappeared and you have enough burning rage to take down the whole of the Gotei-13, I'll follow him before he can cause too much damage.' The dark brown haired teen only gave a brief nod of acknowledgement as he pulled the hood of his cloak over his face to conceal it further, black booted feet carrying him across the white sands with unwavering steps as he came to a halt in front of the enemy Ichigo had just face.

'Kuchiki-san was it?' He asked, resting the tip of a black blade against the silvery sand as blue eyes took in the sight before him with an unnerving calm.

'How did you know my name?!' She hissed suddenly but Tensa Zangetsu merely shrugged as he lifted his sword across his shoulder.

'You told Ichigo your name did you not? So naturally I know it too. But that's not the problem, you should not have said those words to my master.'

'W-why? It's most...l-likely true...'

'What century did you grow up in, Shinigami-san? Do you even know who I am?'

'So, they send out the new recruits that know nothing of who and exactly what Ichigo is? He is a transcendent being, Shinigami-san. He cannot die by the likes of your hands, his lovers cannot die...I can be summoned from the depths of his soul when he needs more than his own power in battle. But no matter, Kuchiki-san.' Tensa Zangetsu charged forward, pitch black blade clashing with a broken one of sheer white as it buckled under the strength of his swing and snapped further with a single strike, swaying easily to the side to avoid a blast of blue kido as his opponent retaliated. 'You'll come to know the power of my blade in a moment. I am not nearly as kind as my master is.'

'I'll cut down, slash to pieces and dismantle any of those who threaten his safety, those who attempt to cut him down from behind. If he had been the one fighting you till the end,' blood dyed the silvery sands in a darkness as only a flicker of black and red reiatsu could be seen streaking through the air as the teen spirit of Ichigo's Zanpactō cut down the brave challenger in the middle of an eternally stretching desert with little to no life but for those having made this place their home. He held no remorse. 'You might just have survived. But, for facing me so valiantly, I'll let you off with those injuries for now.'

'And if you can hold onto your life a little longer, call your comrades back to you and retreat, Kuchiki Rukia, before they walk into a true massacre. Because Hichigo, Ryuu and Ichiru have even less mercy than I and breaching the walls of the home they share with Ichigo warrants a little more than their usual ragging hatred, especially now that you have attacked their beloved first.'

...

Flickering images of black and white; a monochromatic world constructed of an eternal night was fading in and out of existence around an orange, black and white blur as Ichigo could barely even focus on the scenery shifting and changing around him when he rushed towards the presence where his beloveds were the strongest. He was still coherent enough to sense Starrk's presence staying close to him, providing a pillar of support should he need one or to remain a catalyst to calm Ichigo's rage. But so far the Primera Espada had not sought to slow the orangette down or even called Ichigo's attention towards him, he merely remained a presence of reassurance that was working to cool the ragging hate Ichigo could still feel streaking icily through his veins. The sheer panic he had felt shooting through his heart at the Shinigami's words, even when he had managed to calm himself a bit at Zangetsu's words, was still fuelling Ichigo's form as he barely even slowed down for the looming white walls of Las Noches' impressive dome rapidly filling his vision the closer they drew.

It only took a second and the overwhelming explosion of a single black Getsuga Tenshō for the walls to crumble at his touch before Ichigo could finally concentrate on following the presence within his heart that he knew belonged to his three beloveds. He was searching for their overwhelming power, seeking to discern the ebb and flow of their reiatsu to assure himself they were still safe as he ducked beneath a stray entrance and allowed his instincts to lead him forward. Through twisting hallways, endless reams of black doors of varying sizes and unexplored passages they moved, Ichigo not even blink in fright as he encountered several figures dressed in black approaching the large double doors at the end of the hall he was rushing down.

He knew exactly who was behind that door, and instinctively he knew the creeping figures' objective in approaching it. For Ichigo the gentle brush of his lovers' rested reiatsu was a warming balm to his very soul, calming him near instantly, but for the creeping shadows it would probably feel like an overwhelming pit of dark despair. And in a reflection of the dream Ichigo had experienced along with Hichigo, their enemies had guessed too just what laid behind the double black doors as they raised their blades in an attempt to force it open. However, before the first figure could even touch the door with a charging blast of kido, there was a haunting swish and slash of Tensa Zangetsu's black blade as Ichigo cut them down where they stood in a spray of blood.

Blocking, parrying and sweeping aside falling blows, Ichigo forced his way through the block they had created in front of the door as he shuddering under the heady press of his rising frustration. He was slowly slipping away the more that blood scented the air, his lover's reiatsu stirring at his call from behind the door as the collection of opponents suddenly sought to bear down on him at once. There was not a single thought of hesitation, not a single whisper of regret as the agitated consort could no longer take them slowing him down and he charged a powerful cero at the tip of his horns before letting it go.

There was rush of deep black and red exploding down the corridor, blowing the doors separating Ichigo from Hichigo, Ryuu and Ichiru clear from its hinges before scattering his attackers as the orangette sidestepped another blade aiming for his back with a rising growl in his throat. A single gaze over his shoulder assured him though, that Starrk would take care of the rest before he rushed past the threshold where his presence needed to be. He had to reach them, had to make sure that they were alright...that the brief flicker of fear within his heart was unfounded and everything had been nothing more than a stupid lie.

'Ichigo?!' Just as waraji clad feet rushed into the smaller meeting room Ichigo had never seen before, distressed gold and black eyes were gazing upon his three beloveds from behind a long horned mask in sheer and utter relief. He didn't know who had called out to him but they were all safe, unharmed and protected. That's all that mattered as golden eyes finally began making sense of the world around him again. Ichigo was breathing shakily through the darkness receding from his vision, observing Hichigo sprawled across a large range of exotic pillows before he rose with a look of sheer alarm. Summoning the inverted form of Zangetsu protectively, he suddenly rushed towards the destroyed doorway Ichigo had just entered from, coming to a stop only briefly to rest a black nailed hand upon Ichigo's shoulder for a second before he was gone in a burst of static.

Ryuu, having been closest to the door after having headed towards it when they felt the rush of Ichigo's power, moved to surround Ichigo completely in a rush of his calming reiatsu. Allowing his power to press warmly against his consort's form, subduing and calming the overwhelmed and out of control reiatsu streaking beneath tanned skin. Concerned golden eyes glanced in his brother's direction just as Ichiru grasped a clawed hand in his tenderly, whispering soothingly as the fingertips of his free hand caressed a curved horn almost comfortingly as he became aware of Ichigo's wavering panic settling down bit by bit.

'Shush, Ichigo-Koi. Why are you so worked up? Did something happen?' Ichiru was talking calmly to him but Ichigo didn't pay any attention to him, he had other things to do. His blood was rushing deafeningly in his ears, his entire form feeling suddenly exhausted as the first deep cracks began to spread across his mask in an ominous rush before it shattered suddenly and disappeared in little flecks of white. Golden eyes, newly revealed, gaining a hazed and distant look just as Ryuu's arms caught him around his waist and the tip of Zangetsu's released form pressed into the ground to further support his fading balance. Ichigo was breathing heavily, pain lashing out against the inside of his skull as he felt the shock of everything that had happened in the last few hours begin to settle across his form headily as a dizziness began to rush against his mind alarmingly.

'Ryuu...' He whispered brokenly.

'Anata?! Ichigo! Oi! What happened?! Why are you—!' Ryuu was forced to trail off as Ichigo felt his legs give way from under him as he dragged the longer haired King and Ichiru towards the floor with him. There was nothing but pure relief washing through his veins as he buried his nose in a sweet smelling kosode, the same slightly sweeter scent that Ichigo recognized from that morning as he breathed shakily through the rising emotions skittering across his flesh. He was dizzy but with Ichiru settling next to him, pulling Ichigo closer, he was finding it easier to concentrate on his surroundings once again.

'Thank goodness...it was just a silly lie...' Ichigo breathed, feeling suddenly drawn between three powerful presences as Hichigo rejoined them a few seconds later. His black nailed fingers passing calmingly through bright orange locks before he knelt beside Ichigo too, enveloping him in a gentle, all consuming, embrace despite the unmistakable splashes of blood colouring his pristine hakama and kosode. A comforting hand rested against a trembling shoulder as Ichigo gazed deeply into Ryuu's golden eyes, feeling just a touch of alarm swirling through his being renewing itself when felt a different reiatsu not belonging to his lovers spilled into the room along with them.

Ichigo was shivering, a rising growl purring in his throat as brown eyes frantically scanned the surrounding room for another threat. Hissing suddenly in alarm, Ichigo spotted another form dressed in black and white just as he exhaustedly tried to call his mask back to him, fingers tightening around Zangetsu's hilt as he sought to shake off his lover's limbs curled so protectively around him. The man was tall, his long curling brown hair kept back by a blue tie and flowery pins but for a single long curl framing his cheek. He was wearing the standard black shihakushō with a white haori, coloured brown on the inside, before a flowery pink kimono was thrown across his shoulders. He was gazing at Ichigo calmly, even with a little smile, with dark grey eyes as Ichigo frantically sought to fight Hichigo's arms around his shoulders. But before the consort could attack, Ryuu's arms tightened around his waist as Ichiru suddenly rested his hands upon the back of Ichigo's neck tenderly. Brushing his fingers through the long, hip length orange locks as he bent down to press a tender kiss on the side of a warm temple.

'Calm down, Ichigo-Koi, he's not a threat. I don't know what happened, but I can guess they reached you first. That's Kyouraku Shunsui, Ichigo, Captain of the Hachibantai division, your father's friend, one of our allies and Starrk's lover. He's not here to hurt us, I promise. So please calm yourself, pull your reiatsu back to you, Koi, one damn cero from you took out most of the hallway and the room with it already; Hichigo's going to be pissed if you take his pillows with your next one.'

'But—.' Ichigo did not get any further than that as Hichigo glared at his younger brother and scoffed irritably.

'I will not get pissed, stop lying Ichiru. You just don't want to go shopping for new ones.' He hissed darkly. 'But damn it, Ichigo. Why are you so riled up?' Hichigo asked tenderly suddenly, golden eyes nodding towards Starrk who entered the room and went to stand beside Shunsui. Ichigo however, warranted no answer to his beloved's question, his eyes were finally fading to a more familiar dark brown that wasn't tainted with flecks of gold as he struggled to regain his breath and a better sense of himself. He just buried his nose in a warm neck and closed his eyes as everything began catching up to him in a dizzying rush. He got worked up over nothing...Ichigo wanted nothing more than to burst into hysterical laughter but he couldn't draw the breath for it as he forcibly calmed his breathing and finally allowed himself to relax a little.

'Come, Ichigo-Koi. Do you want to meet Shunsui-san? He saved your Otou-san from Soul Society all those years back after you were taken by Aizen. His loyalty lies with us and his beloved, so there's no need to doubt his presence here. He's just come to warn us about the second squad of assassins that were deployed earlier but it seems you were the one that encountered them earlier.' Ichigo nodded against Ichiru's neck, pulling back as Ryuu and Hichigo helped him back onto his feet. He swayed where he stood, finally finding his balance after a long while before his beloveds moved a little away from him. He was suddenly alarmed by the brush of black dots invading his vision as something deep inside of him called out to him again.

Before they could move too far ahead though, Ichigo took a dizzying step forward and captured Ichiru by his white sleeve.

'Hn? What is it, Ichi?' Ichiru asked, golden eyes connecting with his brown eyes in askance as Ichigo gave a lilting but sad smile.

'Ichi..ru,' He murmured softly. 'Catch me...' Ichigo warned.

'What?' A pale forehead frowned deeply behind a plain silver circlet, turning around just as Ichigo closed his brown eyes tiredly.

'You're going to have to catch me,' Ichigo breathed through several hitching breaths. 'Now...he's calling again...' The orangette barely managed to get the words past his lips, seeing his Second King frown deeply at his words before the floor suddenly opened beneath his feet and the back of his head rushed towards it as brown eyes fell shut and an all consuming, darkness enveloped him so completely that it was near terrifying did Ichigo not know what was waiting for him at the other side. He let the sensations come to him, consuming his soul as he did not fight it for a second as he was separated from the three warm presences curled against his soul and five simultaneous shouts suddenly called out to him alarm. His mind went completely blank, darkness rushing in warmly as he relaxed fully.

He stirred softly though with the warm fingertips brushing through his orange locks tenderly several minutes later, a warm black hakama clad thigh resting beneath his cheek once again as a warm voice hummed calmly above him somewhere. Ichigo was basking warmly in the sensations of his past self's presence spreading through his veins so completely as warm lips whispered across the top of his head and decisively strong arms pulled him to sit up properly. A set of haunting brown eyes clashed together just as Hueco Mundo, bathed in its eternal night was once again, spread hauntingly in front of Ichigo's eyes. His scruffy orange haired doppelganger smiled at his younger self sadly, his brown eyes digging deeply into Ichigo's soul before a sudden playful smirk tugged at cherry red lips as he leant forward to press his forehead against Ichigo's tenderly.

'Welcome back, King.' Older Ichigo purred, a forefinger and thumb coming up to suddenly tug on the shell of an ear almost painfully as his other fingers smoothed out the wrinkle in Ichigo's brow. 'For heaven's sake, if you'd just kept calm I'd not have had to draw you back here so soon and interfere with your mind so much. But at least you're safe for now, little one. I just wished things could have been a little different than what they are, that you'd not have to see so much death so quickly. But my wish is near impossible as the path we walk together, forever, is stained by the blood of our challengers and those who dare to threaten our bonds.' Older Ichigo said sadly, pressing a calming kiss to his counterpart's forehead as he pulled Ichigo into his lap once again and wrapped warm arms around him despite the winding chain tracing up the bicep of his right arm.

'You know why I'm here, why you are here. So are you ready for the next one, Ichigo? This one's not so bad, not bathed in as much sadness but remember, it cannot hurt you King. I'll protect you against the worst of the pain, just let it come to you and stay calm.'

1* - Matte – Wait

2* - Aruji – Master.

I think that's all my notes out of the way, if you have any more questions please PM me and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. But for now, thank you for reading, it's always a pleasure knowing my story is enjoyed by others.

Pretty please, leave me a review, I'd really appreciate it. It'll feed my two muses that you've met at the very last part of this chapter. But for now, we'll leave those two alone, Ichigo and Older Ichigo seem to enjoy their paradoxical company far too much.

I'm off for a well deserved bath and hot chocolate, before trying to start on Tsukino Kage.

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