Sitting in the now silent darkness, Shirosaki exhaled softly. His head came down to rest against his sleeping King’s. Finally he was asleep. The Zan allowed himself the luxury of rubbing at the ache in underneath his scarred shoulder, wincing in pain as he did so. It ached, but the familiar thrum of his wielder’s reiatsu lessened that ache. Tilting his head back against the wall, he stared up into the vast all consuming darkness.
Watching. Waiting. With nothing to mark the passage of time, minutes passed slowly as molasses, yet hours fled as swift as wind. It was all he could do until Ichigo woke.
When his shinigami stirred once more, Shiro frowned. This was too little time, wasn’t it?
“ ‘m not good with time, I couldn’t tell ya. ” Endless hours passed in that vast unchanging world of blue made the entire concept of ‘time’ hazy for him at best. Not enough time for his wielder to get a proper rest considering how Ichigo was acting, that much he was certain of… Other than that, it could have been as little as an hour or as much as a full day as far as he knew.
There was no trace of reiatsu nearby nor any sign of any approaching them for miles according to his senses. That however was of little reassurance. Anyone skilled enough in the art of shunpo could render miles of distance nil in a matter of minutes. “ No one’s close just yet. ”
They still had time to get away before anyone caught up, but he didn’t trust that they had enough time for Ichigo to nap any longer. Reaching over he pressed his chilled fingers to the hollows under Ichigo’s eyes to wake him up some as he pondered his shinigami’s question. Where to go? Ichigo’s question was an interesting one. Where could they go? His understanding of the human world was rocky, but he was fairly certain that though it might be big enough to conceal them, travelling around it was generally considered to be hard. So what else did that leave them? Hueco Mundo maybe?
The world of loud bustling trivial annoyances where they could not be seen in spirit form? Or the world of vast treacherous emptiness where it was ‘eat or be eaten’? “ Dunno King… ya fancy stayin’ in this world or would ya prefer Hueco Mundo? ”
right, shirosaki would have a skewed concept of time. he wasn’t in a better boat though, considering the fact he asked him about the time he slept. it was a relief to hear that no shinigami was coming at them right away, even if a simple flash step could bring them dangerously close ( anything was better than waking up to a force set on capturing him ).
the moment cold fingers touched underneath his eyes, ichigo violently flinched back from the cold sensation. he pushed away shirosaki’s hand from his face, giving it a glare. was it healthy for a hollow to feel like ice? ❝ you could have at least given me some warning, asshole, ❞ he grumbled, blindly reaching forward to grab his dual blades in order to put them back in their proper place. ❝ i’m up, don’t worry. i wasn’t planning on falling asleep on you any time soon. ❞
taking a deep breath, ichigo didn’t answer. he was the one who asked, yet he was the one who wouldn’t agree with any option ( couldn’t they just be left alone for once? ). ❝ i ... i don’t know. ❞ he didn’t fancy staying in either world. hueco mundo was barren. there was nothing there but hollows && the last thing he wanted to do was deal with hollows wanting to eat his soul. ichigo curled his lip. not to mention the fact he would never belong there. if he didn’t have a lot of friends in the soul society now, he had nothing in that world. ichigo didn’t want to go there like that.
❝ i don’t think it matters anymore. we’d have to deal with attacks in either world. you would prefer it in hueco mundo, wouldn’t you? there’s food there you can eat. ❞ && just maybe, that’d at least help shirosaki’s problem. it was better than nothing. ❝ we’d be found there eventually as well. ❞
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