Letting out a distorted groan, Shiro sits up, knees to his chest and looking at Ichigo from under his bangs. If it weren't for that confused feeling, he'd just keep right on ignoring Ichigo.

"Tch. After what you pulled today? You're lucky I'm talking to you."

But the venom in his words from earlier is gone. Shiro's worn himself out, and he did it on purpose.

What if you have to make a choice? What will you choose? WHO will you choose?

"Words don't teach you anything, after all."