TZC: Shirosaki
She sounded surprised and a little frightened. The part of Ichigo that gloried in using the razor’s edge of his abilities in combat, the part that used to call out to Shirosaki in times of need gloated at her fear. Ichigo took a deep breath and reminded himself that he was fine, his family was fine and that old fear, pain and anger had no place here.
He manifested in his inner world and looked into Shirosaki’s dead eyes staring at him from behind a pane of window glass. He reached out and laid a hand on the glass over his former nightmare’s.
I don’t need you anymore. I’m strong enough to do this myself.
His voice dropped to a low, chilling whisper.
Go back to your hole.
Shirosaki grinned and let his hand fall from the window. He stepped back and swept a mocking bow to his mirror image before vanishing back into the building. Ichigo pushed away from the building and back up into his awareness of his physical body.