...e mirror practically exploded from the force of his hand-shards of it went flying everywhere. He enjoyed the feeling...welcomed the numbing of his heart that the pain provided but still, Ichigo knew he could not unleash the beast that was clawing its way free. He had his sisters to think of.
Ichigo was thankful that he and Rukia had discovered that blood could help him control his demon. He knew that without it, he would already be down there. If he let loose and did what every fiber of his being was begging him to do, he knew that Rukia would be displeased. He also knew that no amount of love on her part would stop her from punishing him. If she actually did care about that sonuva bitch, Ulquiorra-or at least cared about his opinion of her-then the punishment would be very severe. He knew that she had no compulsion about exploiting his weaknesses and, in short, his weaknesses were Karin and Yuzu. Even if she didn't hurt them directly, she could be angry enough to kick him out and he knew of no other way to support his sisters the way they needed and deserved. He had nothing...he was nothing. This life was all he knew, so he couldn't lose it-as pathetic as that was.
Before he met Yoruichi, pain served as Ichigo's mental anesthetic. When the monster would get too strong in his mind, Ichigo would find the strongest oppone...