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White x Black: Phantasia's Obscure Lullaby	By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2763 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Right this update it a bit late, the last one for July because I've been very busy this month. This is another White x Black setting my honeys, so the facts from my other White x Black Vampire/Hunter AU's will have the same relevance here. There's going to be some confusion, I know, about Ichigo's bow and Shiro's Zanpactō but that will all be explained in the next chapter or part 2. I'm still deciding if this will fall over into a multi-chapter fic or remain a two-shot/three-shot.

I don't have much to say, it's a VERY dark fic and it has several warnings so I'll place them here:

White x Black: Phantasia's Obscure Lullaby contains: M/M Lemons, Angst, Dark Setting, Non-con in passing mention, trauma, Pureblood Vampire Reiou! Shiro, Pureblood Hunter Quincy! Ichigo, taboo themes, AU setting, Blood Play, Emotional Angst, Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Possessive Shiro, Submissive Ichigo and a contrast in power (meaning Shiro is a Shinigami and Ichigo a Quincy).

The Pairing is: Shiba Shiro (志波白) x Kurosaki Ichigo (黒崎一護)

I'll add more warnings if there's more since this is still a developing plot. This is only the introduction however, so please be patient until I can the rest of it finished. This story is quite complex to write and it will be dark throughout…if that's not your cup of tea then I don't want to hear it. You have been warned of what to expect.

For those who remain, I'll see you at the end of the chapter.

White x Black: Phantasia's Obscure Lullaby Part 1

Scattered to the four corners of the wind, the depths of immortal darkness breaks across the black painted skies with uncontained anguish the instant that a soul is rent asunder by the forceful touch of tainted hands. Screaming within the whispers of lost innocence, there remains only the sinking claws of obscurity to console the darkness of the heart. Be wary of the flow of time, the carving hands of fate and the dark press of frightening reality because carved maliciously from within, flowing rivers of blood stain the ground with growing pools of deep carmine that run thick with the eventide's everlasting suffering. Silence your screams, hush your tears, settle your torment Child Of Light. Strength can only be found within and with it comes the unexpected and tender comfort that only the darkest depths of obscurity can provide. First one must plummet from the frightening heights of heaven to prevail proudly beneath the blackest and darkest of nights.

Hush now, don't tremble in fear…the eternal King is about to breathe new life into your splintered existence and mend the fractured ground where you stand.

A violent and strained curse was tumbling despairingly from cracked and bloodied lips, the sound echoing hauntingly into the distance of an eternal night where nothing but barren sand and black painted skies reached passed the bleak crescent moon horizon. Discolouring once luscious petal pink lips with rivulets of sickening carmine, the plush surface became a canvas for mournful red when a heaving cough forced bloodied spit and sick to spill harshly from resisting lungs and onto silvery sands below. Hueco Mundo was dyed red with countless fallen's lost lives that night, a large portion of Las Noches' white dome blown away by an uncontained explosion of pitch black reishi that had torn through this plane in an unstoppable path several minutes before. Vibrant and messy orange locks were a startling beacon in the darkness though, unkempt and dishevelled strands revealed one by one and spilling absently into fearful chocolate brown eyes that were valiantly struggling to focus on anything substantial as the bowing weight of large black wings folded protectively around an injured form. The haunting effects of a perfectly executed Vollständig (1*)was slowly dissipating into flecks of uncontrolled spirit particles, taking away the presence of inverted angelic wings and erasing the cascading torrent of pitch black locks that threaded thickly down a bowed spine to brush the backs of white clad thighs.

Kurosaki Ichigo was struggling to draw in a proper breath in those moments, a bloodstained glove tightening despairingly around the white nigiri (2*) of a large black two-hundred-and-thirty-three centimetre Japanese bow (3*) to hopefully ground himself against the physical pain and emotional upheaval that was taking over his soul with every second that passed. The world was already spinning in dizzying circles around him, a hazed vision barely aware of the large carmine pool that was forming steadily below him as he fell forward exhaustedly and rested a weary temple upon the cradling touch of soft sand. A once immaculate white Quincy uniform was in tatters around his lithe frame, viscous claw marks gouged into the flesh of trembling thighs, dragged deliberately down his back and sunk deeply into the skin of his abdomen as the last five days of hell he had spent captive to Hueco Mundo's False King finally came to a bitter and dark conclusion. He couldn't even find the strength to move anymore, the Hunter powers within him were frantically reaching out for the surrounding reishi to stem the bleeding and lessen the severity of his wounds. But it wasn't working very well. The dazed orangette was forced to curl protectively around himself in a desperate attempt to use the last of his fading consciousness to increase the density of his Blut Vene (4*) so that he didn't bleed out.

There was too much venom in his system, though; Ichigo knew. The deadly poison of several tainted vampire bites were wreaking havoc with the natural and immense flow of his powers as it became an unbearable burden just to keep his eyes open and force himself to take in one stuttering breath after the other regardless of the pain pushing down on his chest. Fuck! He cursed internally. This wouldn't have been such a dire situation had his power not been forcibly suppressed and sealed away with a binding collar meant to render him docile for a single man's deranged will. In fact Ichigo knew that he had possessed enough strength to topple Aizen Sousuke from his throne the very first night that he had been dragged here. But his captor had known that too, so the bastard had cunningly implemented several countermeasures to prevent the orangette reaching for his Hunter power until a chance stroke of luck had left the young teen with an unexpected advantage several hours ago. Ichigo did not take well to being a political prisoner, especially not when he was to be used for such a devious method as to forcibly propel the Wandenreich's Quincy King into retaliating against the Reiōkyū's Reiou for the disappearance of Yhwach's most beloved and powerful Stern Ritter.

The orange haired eighteen-year-old was the Kaiser's(5*) Heir after all, his soul carried the pride of his Vater's (6*) epithet 'A' along with the weight of the entire Wandenreich that were ready to bow beneath his feet once the Kaiser deemed him ready to succeed his throne in the next two hundred years. The blood stained sheets and violent struggle that had taken place in his private quarters situated in the Silbern Fortress five days ago however, was sure to have toppled the balance of the shaky Quincy/Shinigami alliance that had been forged a month ago to take down the very man that had captured him in the first place. The Emperor hated the fallen kin of the Shinigami more than the Shinigami themselves but when Ichigo was so cleverly stolen away from the Schatten Bereich that only the Shinigami knew the location of because they had been told so as part of the treaty agreement, it was quite logical to assume that it had been Seireitei who had carried out the underhanded attack rather than the mutual enemy that they were planning to overpower. It was an absolutely brilliant strategy, the sound logic was sure to have caused the two most powerful beings on both sides of a Thousand Year Blood War to take each other out so that Hueco Mundo's False King could take over the Reiou's throne for himself and get rid of the Hunters that were constantly threatening the safety of his falsified kingdom.

There was only one thing that Aizen had forgotten to implement in his plans. 'A' was not about to stand by helpless as he became the catalyst of a full on war that would rent asunder the world beneath his feet. He had been a minor up until twelve hours ago and the biggest secret that the orangette carried within him, was that the Emperor had used several intricate 'soul' seals to bind back more than half of his beloved son's true Quincy power so that the orangette's still maturing soul was not overpowered and forced to collapse in on itself. Yhwach had told Ichigo clearly that his true power was set to release in several powerful stages over the next two years when he turned eighteen and nineteen. It was disgusting to think that he had been so completely paralyzed by a drug, reiatsu sealing collars and wounded just to increase the severity of the crime as his Vater slept down the hall in the Throne Room and Haschwalth had been called away to settle a disturbance in the Human World. So weak, he berated himself harshly. Ichigo had been so vulnerable in those moments that he had felt like nothing more than a four-year-old child that could do nothing against the flow of events. And that weakness and helplessness had not faded once for the five days of hell where he had been tortured and used as a toy to please Aizen's more powerful and 'tamed' Arrancar.

This was the first time that Ichigo had found the correct balance of reishi within him and the atmosphere around him to execute a fully formed Vollständig, the devastation of which he knew was nothing compared to what it could eventually be. But that didn't matter, he thought to himself mournfully. It did not erase the pain of his wounds and the vile sensation of blood, dirt and other body fluids he'd rather not think about that was clinging sickeningly to his skin and the fractures that had been torn into his soul unbidden of his permission. A single sorrowful tear was falling mournfully from the corner of black lashes to disappear uselessly into silvery sand below, the helpless feeling of tainted fangs having slid through his flesh over and over again as he had been fed from until close to death was considerably worse than the humiliation of it all because Ichigo knew if his Vater did not initiate the Purifying Procedure within the next few hours, he'd die in this godforsaken darkness. His Quincy inheritance could not defend against the tainted venom in his blood, not at the quantity and volume that he had been exposed to it over a long period of time. Before his consciousness could be swept away though, and in the last moments of his desperately struggling sanity, Ichigo tried his best to gather enough strength to tug on the transcendent link that bound him to his Kaiser's soul.

It was a faint cry for help, the only that he could barely manage. But the distance that separated the Quincy Emperor and his Heir was vast, an entire dimension that was not easily crossed when Yhwach himself was not asleep and could trace Ichigo's location now that the bonds sealing his power had been shattered. It was getting more and more difficult to breathe as the seconds passed, heavy eyelids fluttering shut under the strain of his fading consciousness as the uncommonly sweet scent of Pureblood Hunter blood began to attract the less powerful and more instinctual Hollows that dwelled in Hueco Mundo's deserts too. The grip that he had around his bow was fleeting, the orange haired Quincy's control of solidified reishi particles dissolving into nothing so that a silver five pointed cross fell uselessly against the sand and a bloodstained palm grasped desperately at fine grains in search of his lost strength. There was nothing there to hold onto anymore sadly, he was utterly exhausted and now that he couldn't lift a single finger to protect himself…the howls and cries of the Hollow scenting new prey was more frightening than he'd like to admit. Messy orange locks were sticking wetly to the red that was staining his cheek, rivulets of blood discolouring the strands as he incorporated an immense amount of effort to push himself onto his elbows and a strained sob spilled despairingly from parted lips.

He couldn't breathe, couldn't think but his vision was clearing a bit as he heard the distinctive sound of quiet footsteps shifting gracefully through the sand. There was the undeniable presence of an indiscernible but powerful reiatsu brushing curiously against his form, seeming to feel out the level of his hurt before dazed eyes blinked up dazedly at the shadow that fell over him from above. Expecting to come face to face with the last moments of his life, the orange haired Hunter was surprised when he saw an ethereal figure bowing protectively over him as long shimmering white locks spilled hauntingly around a tall frame and tumbled playfully over strong shoulders to tickle bloodstained cheeks. Intense golden eyes were gazing down at him from within a sea of black sclera, elegant black nailed fingertips curled loosely around the elongated hilt of a large black Zanpactō that was draped nonchalantly over a left shoulder as a flowing robe of black silk and a several metre long gold and white haori was tugged restlessly by the wind. A thick golden sash was keeping the haori bound shut as a smaller but just as menacing companion to the large black daitō was suspended from two dancing white tassels. It remained undrawn however, a quite 'che' spilling from pale lips as the white haired being sheathed his sword in a swathe of gold silk before draping it across his back from a segmented sash.

'If I had known that the Old Man kept a powerful soul like this under his command, Aizen could have been dealt with a very long time ago.' Struggling to find his voice when the being that was obviously a Shinigami seated himself regally in the sand next to him, Ichigo cried out in alarm and considerable fear when he was gently guided to rest the back of his head in a warm lap and tender fingertips brushed through blood matted orange locks to ease his panic. 'Such a devastating sight you make, Quincy. There's so much blood that I find myself drawn to the arousing image of blissful eroticism you make, little one. Your pain must be absolutely unbearable.' Chocking on a violent and uncontained response, the fiery orange haired Hunter was finding great difficulty in even insulting this being when he could barely breathe. But something was calming down within him, the pain that had wracked through his system easing slowly as he was gifted a sly smirk and black nailed fingertips reached down to capture the carving path of another disgraceful tear that caressed a bloodied cheek. Despite the frightening peek of needle sharp fangs that caressed a full bottom lip, Ichigo found himself shuddering in trepidation when the first brushes of a heavy and overwhelmingly powerful enthralment crept over the depths of his soul.

'S-stop it…s-stop i-it! W-who A-ARE you?!' Ichigo called through several strained sobs. He wasn't stupid, he knew what this being was doing to him and he really was going to die by Shinigami hands if his theory was proven correct. He couldn't withstand another feeding, not now. But he was silenced effortlessly by a forefinger laying across his lips and a hushing noise that quietly caressed his ears. 'Shizukesa (7*), little Hunter King. I won't harm you. You are 'A' - the Quincy Emperor's Heir - Kurosaki Ichigo yes?' Waiting patiently for the orangette to nod dazedly at his question, the white haired Pureblood returned his gentle touch to vibrant locks as he hummed a soothing lullaby for several minutes until his reiatsu had firmly and completely wrapped the eighteen-year-old in an unbreakable enthralment. 'I am Shiba Shiro, Ichigo. The current King of Purebloods, but you'll know me better as the Reiou of the Reiōkyū. I would have very much enjoyed making your acquaintance under better circumstances than this but fate has intervened. We've been accused of your disappearance, you know. Your Father is quite a stubborn man and that Grandmaster of his is a masterful tactician, I am barely able to make a single move to defend myself against his accusations unless I can find you myself and prove to him that it wasn't I that stole his beloved son and broke the treaty agreement for petty revenge.'

'But there's a problem with this. You are severely wounded, Ichigo. Your blood is spoiled with tainted venom and you are losing consciousness. If I take you through the Senkaimon and into the Schatten Bereich, you'll end up dead in my arms before I can give you back. However, I can heal you…the cost in return is going to be life-changing for you but your powers will remain intact. So I am offering one last salvation, little Hunter King. Do you want to die in this barren land or do you want to yield a part of your soul to me and live?' A deadly silence seemed to descend upon the two closely twined beings, Shiro helping the Quincy to sit up in his lap as he cradled a fever-warm forehead against his chest and curled supportive arms around trembling hips. The shuddering rise and fall of a heaving chest could be felt through the density of his robes, the pristine fabrics and silks dyed red with the teen's suffering as he continued to hum a soothing lullaby to ease the pain and carefully controlled his power to offer the youth some coherency to make his choice. There was a quiet whisper falling from bloodstained petal pink lips several agonizing seconds later, barely heard through the howling wind but a predatory smirk was curling with pure satisfaction across hauntingly beautiful features as the Reiou used a bent forefinger to tip a lowered chin upward and pressed a soothing kiss to the centre of furrowed tangerine brows.

'Very well, my little Hunter King. I shall grant you your wish.' Hazed chocolate brown eyes were fluttering shut in a heavy lidded gaze, a whisper of regret and resignation skittering mournfully across tanned skin as the world completely faded from around him and the heavy press of an exceptionally powerful enthralment took over the depths of his soul without restraint. Ichigo was tenderly laid back against the sand, two knees coming to rest against both of his hips as an agile frame balanced himself perfectly and the distinctive sound of a sword being drawn could be heard echoing into the eternal night. The silvery rays of a crescent moon was glinting menacingly off the tip of a smaller black blade, the wakizashi's awakening reiatsu echoing heavily through the air as it dragged a deliberate and deep gash across a pale palm. Black nailed fingertips were curling around the bleeding wound protectively, rich dark red rivulets colouring pale skin as the humming Zanpactō was driven into the sand next to Ichigo's left ear with a flick of an expert wrist and the Reiou bowed his tall frame sensually over his captive's prone form. Long hip-length white locks was tumbling evocatively over his shoulders, capturing the both of them in a separated world of their own creation as Shiro brushed a black nailed thumb across a plush, bloodstained mouth to sensually part soft lips.

'This is going to be potent, Ichigo. Several drops will be enough to heal the damage and restore your lost blood but I'm afraid I'll have to neutralize the venom tainting it with my own bite. Will you be alright with that?' The violent response of fear that the white haired King received at that question was quite startling as he was forced to carefully press his palm against a sweaty forehead to quiet the Quincy and still his movements before he could hurt himself more. 'N-no please—.' Trailing off abruptly when a single drop of blood touched his lips, Ichigo clenched his eyes shut as something fundamental instantly shattered deeply inside of him. The cry of unexpected need and terrified fear that was tugged from the depths of his lungs was startlingly loud, the sound echoing effortlessly into the vast distance surrounding them as everything faded from around him and all that he could comprehend was the rich and indiscernible taste of Pureblood Vampire blood that was sliding down his throat and the quiet and gentle baritone that was urging him to drink as much as needed. With every second that passed the orangette could feel his strength swimming back into his awareness, his head tilting to the side instinctively when the tip of a nose nuzzled the side of his neck and Shiro paid no mind to the slick pink tongue that was darting wetly across his fingertips to savour several drops of untainted blood.

'It's sickening to see what they have done to such a pure soul in a mere few days, Hunter King. So much fear should not taint the depths of your eyes. I truly am sorry that this is the only way I can restore the purity of your blood. But I promise you, I will protect you from now on. I'll track down every last Arrancar and Hollow bold enough to have touched you and I shall personally eradicate them from existence. So please relax and fall into unconsciousness when the sensations overcome you, I promise to be gentle.' Those were the last words that Ichigo was able to take in, a heavy shudder chasing down his spine when a warm tongue trailed a heated path against the side of his neck and he barely had enough time to thread a weakened grip through long white locks to ground himself when the overwhelming sensation of two lengthened fangs slid effortlessly through delectably tanned skin. He stopped breathing in those moments, waiting fearfully for the shudders of violated disgust and overwhelming pain to start like it had been happening over and over again every single time he had been fed from…but this time…it didn't come. Instead the orange haired Quincy could feel a deep warmth filling the pit of his stomach as it gradually spread a heated need through his blood and eased the erratic beat of his heart and soothed it into a more controlled and rested pace.

A quiet moan of pleasure was falling shamefully from petal pink lips, trembling fingertips gripping the cool fabric of watery silk desperately as Ichigo cried out when his mind began to separate itself from reality. He needed something to ground him, someone to keep him from breaking apart and shattering into a thousand pieces as his awareness was stolen away by a haze of white and Shiro became the only counterbalance that he could stubbornly grasp onto. The last tethers of his consciousness was slipping away from him in those moments, his body going limp as the previous darkness that Ichigo had feared; overcame the depths of his soul and tipped into a healing slumber that was submerged in waves of relief and the entanglement of two unexpected lives born on opposites sides of a bloody war. There was only one shameful and fearful thought that burned itself into the back of his mind, tainting his heart and breaking him apart with sheer mortification.

What would happen if his Kaiser knew the submission and vulnerability he had freely gifted a Shinigami that night?

No, not a Shinigami…the Reiou himself.

1* - Vollständig – Quincy Full Form

2* - Nigiri – Grip (the grip of a traditional Japanese bow)

3* - 233 cm – A traditional Japanese bow is quite long and it has a longer top part than bottom part, the size is the exact length that would fit Ichigo's height at 181 cm

4* - Blut Vene – A Quincy defence technique where they make reishi flow in their veins to protect against attack and lessen the severity of wounds

5* - Kaiser – Emperor

6* - Vater – Father

7* - Shizukesa – Hush/Be quiet

Right, there you have it my honeys. It's all done. If you have questions don't be afraid to ask but most of the confusion will be explained away by the next chapter. If you'd be so kind as to leave me a small review, I'd be eternally grateful to you. I'll have to see what updates next, and when since I'm busy.

But hopefully it won't be too long.

Yours Always

Chocolate Carnival
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