Shiro Shitstorm

When you open your eyes from the surprise fall onto the grind your find yourself with what appears to be Ichigo with a wild and borderline insane smile upon first glance. However, the longer you look at Ichigo the more you come to see several…differences between when you kissed her and the present moment. The first and most glaring of these differences was the wild look in Ichigo’s now transformed eyes, the one warm brown orbs becoming luminescent golden pupils set within a pitch lack sclera. The eyes set in Ichigo’s head look upon you with a vicious hunger, a disturbingly long tongue slowly licking over Ichigo’s smiling lips as you take in even more of Ichigo’s altered features.

Ichigo’s hair, typically short and slightly spiky is now roughly at shoulder length and even more wild than before, her untamed strawberry spikes cascading down her slim shoulders and onto your body as you come to notice the last visible aspect of Ichigo’s transformation. Winding over and around one of Ichigo’s eyes is a small white fragment of what appears to be bone, the shimmering ivory object slowly growing upon Ichigo’s skin as it seems to form an almost mask like structure across a minute portion of her face.

With these facts all gathered you turn you gaze to Ichigo’s eyes, those starving gold spheres looking at you with animalistic passion as you nervously chuckle, “Eh heh…er, so this must be what Ichigo was nervous about with me meeting you eh?”

“Keh, yeah,” Shirosaki scoffs, her head flipping so as to get a few strands of hair out of her face as she speaks, “Queenie is way too stuck up on pretending to be a boy or trying to be ‘subtle’ with her approach to you…bah! That’s so boring!”

“Er, Queenie?” you question, you eyebrow rising as you ask our simple question.

“Yeah, Queenie. It’s not like her and I can share the same body at the same time so someone has to be the queen and the other has to be the horse,” Shirosaki says with more than a little disdain, “that bitch is just lucky that she beat me is all…”

“I…don’t mean to be rude,” you interrupt, something that draws Shirosaki’s eyes directly to yours, “but what are you?”

“Oh? You don’t know,” Shirosaki chuckles, glancing over her shoulder to Rukia as she speaks, “you never tell him anything do you midget?” Despite seeing Rukia begin to fume Shirosaki turns back to you, a single slim finger stroking along your chest as she purrs, “Whatever, Queenie here is just like those Visored friends of yours, I just happen to be a bit more hollow than your typical Visored can handle so every so often I buck Queenie off my back and take up the reigns myself~”

“So you’re Ichigo’s hollow side?” you question, your eyebrows raised in surprise, “I have to say you’re the most…forward hollow I’ve ever met.”

Shirosaki chuckles as she gives you a lusty leer, “That’s cause I’m a bad girl through and through Johnny-kun…while other hollows are made up of all emotions I’m just all those negative and nasty thoughts that sink to the bottom of Queenie’s mind. Guess you could say I’m Queenie’s purest instincts wrapped up in a nice little package.” The second Shirosaki mentions package she grinds herself into your body, her eyebrows raising and a pleased moan escaping her lips as she finds a certain part of your anatomy pressing against her thigh, “and speaking of packages…I’m very good at handling them, want me to show yah Johnny-kun~”

“Hey!” Hiyori shouts out, her fists clenched tightly as she takes a stomping step toward you and the hollow pinning you, “Let Master go you fucking slutty tramp!”

Instead of being intimidated at another Visored standing up to her Shirosaki merely chuckles, her tongue licking over her lips before she speaks, “Oh, lookit that, the little snaggletooth shrimp wants to rumble. How long did it take for me to choke your ass out? Two seconds, three?” Hiyori takes a slight step back as she idly touches her throat, memories of her fight with Shirosaki flooding her mind as the golden eyed girl grins, “Wanna try for one next time?”

“Shirosaki-chan! Let Ichigo-chan and John-kun go!” this time it is surprisingly Orihime who speaks up, her kind eyes for once offering up a slight glare as she seems to prepare herself for some sort of attack.

Without warning Shirosaki starts laughing, her head shaking side to side as she presses even more of her body against you, “What? Don’t want me to sully Johnny-kun? Or…is it that you don’t want me to dirty up Ichigo’s body?”

Orihime instantly turns a bright red, her anger from before melting into embarrassment as she speaks, “I-I don’t know-“

“Keh! Come off it,” Shirosaki taunts, “you had a crush on Queenie long before you knew she was a girl…hell, even afterward I’ve seen the looks you give her. I bet you’re as big a lesbian as that Chizuru chick!”

Orihime seems to be on the verge of tears at Shirosaki’s words, her face alight with embarrassment as she hiccups softly to withhold the imminent sobbing to come. Seeing this you instincts awaken, your previously shocked and dumbfounded mind setting back on track as you grab hold of Shirosaki’s shoulders, “Shirosaki-san, I suggest you cu-“

“No, no Johnny-kun,” Shirosaki smirks, her body leaning close as she overpowers you grip and presses herself tighter to you, “Call me Shirosaki-chan, or better yet how abou-“

Without warning Shirosaki stops, her eyes opening wide as she opens her lips to a completely different voice than before, “S…Stop.”

You watch with wide and confused eyes as Shirosaki suddenly sits up on your waist, her legs split around your body as she grabs onto her hair and begins to wildly scream, “No…NO! I won’t go back! I…I just got him! You…you can’t have him you bitch!”

Despite Shirosaki’s howls you watch in fascination as her hand grabs hold of the pure white piece of bone around her eye, her fingers digging deep as the voice of Ichigo breaks through, “I…won’t let you…take John-kun…away from me!”

With a powerful scream of pain Shirosaki rips the ivory plate from her face, her body reverberating with energy for a few moments until she suddenly slumps forward and into your arms, the kind and soft eyes of Ichigo greeting your gaze as she whispers, “John-kun…I…I’m sorry…I'm so sorry...”

“It’s alright my little strawberry,” you whisper, your hand softly rubbing the panting girls back as you speak ,”It’s alright…”