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Like a Bullet	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Like a Bullet
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: 15
Characters: Many, Shinji, Ichigo
Word count: 1,632
AN: Time for Funeral
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Fixing the underwear he had on, making sure that he was settled in them comfortably, Ichigo blushed under Shinjis intense stare from the bed. He had already gotten dressed in his funeral kimono and had taken to watching Ichigo as he got ready for the day. The younger of the two had taken a quick shower before Shinji had enjoyed the after show of him in a towel as he spread lotion over his skin.
“Enjoying yourself?” Ichigo asked curiously as pulled on the under layer of his kimono, smoothing the fabric down as Shinji stood from the bed and picked up the outer layer of the dark blue kimono. Helping Ichigo into the top layer of his kimono, he helped him smooth out that layer. Wrapping the obi around his waist, Ichigo soon had his kimono settled on his body, his boyfriend just smiling at him.
“Yes, I enjoyed that completely,” Shinji finally answered, making Ichigo snort and shake his head. “So, we are meeting everyone at the grave yard?” he asked as Ichigo checked the bun that sat tightly on top of his head.
“Yep. Jyuushiro-san said that everyone beyond you will be there and on high alert,” Ichigo replied, adding a bit of clear banana flavored lip gloss.
Shinji noticed that his lover hadn't put any of his usual makeup on, the baby blue eyeliner and bronzing power sitting untouched on the desk. The blond had to admit that the slightly paler skin looked better on Ichigos face, his eyes looking more golden then their usual chocolate brown.
“You look good without the bronzing powder on your skin, lover,” Shinji hummed as Ichigo slipped on his shoes. “Why do you use it?”
“Because I'm as pale as I am, despite the amount of sun I get,” Ichigo admitted with a smile. “Come on. I want to be in my seat when everyone comes around. I don’t' want to burst into tears the moment they get there, much less when they start to talk with me,” he continued, picking up the small purse that sat on his hip, concealed by his obi sash and the bow on the back.
“Yeah, let's head on out, Ichi-chan,” Shinji agreed, making sure that his own weapons were hidden away on his body. Grabbing his keys, he led his companion down the stairs and out the door, opening the car door for Ichigo.
Once they were on their way, Ichigo smoothed his hands down his arms, eyes glazed over as he fought with the tears that were starting to threaten to spill down over his cheeks. Shinji reached over and laced their fingers together, offering his own strength to him.
Pulling up to the graveyard, Ichigo wiped at his eyes with a tissue, tucking it back into his purse with his gun as Shinji parked. He stepped out of the car and moved around to the passenger side door. Looking around, the two headed into the funeral home, Ichigo nodding his head to the director. Being shown where the closed coffins were set up, Ichigo sat down on his seat and took a long, deep breath to balance himself as he closed his eyes, Shinji sitting next to him and once more lacing their fingers together.
“You gonna be okay?” Shinji asked quietly, running his thumb over the top of Ichigos knuckles, eyes worried as he opened his eyes and gazed at him.
“I'll be fine, I promise. It's just harder then I thought it would be, that's all,” Ichigo sighed, shaking his head as he once more pulled out his tissue, wiping at his eyes again. “Knowing that they’re in those coffins, hidden away from the world, never to see the sun or the stars or the moon…this just kind of drives things home for me I guess you could say.”
“Don't worry. We'll figure out why they want you so badly and then we'll stop them. Or stop them and then find out why. Until then, I'm not letting you out of my sight,” Shinji promised, stroking Ichigos cheek with a smile. “Just trust me to be the strong one and you mourn those you've lost.”
“I already do trust you. Thank you, Shinji,” Ichigo sighed, leaning into the touch with a sound of pleasure. “I don't think I would have made it so well through this without you,” he teased and got a low laugh from his lover and bodyguard.
“Nah, you would have been just fine without me,” Shinji said in return, Ichigo snorting and pushing at his shoulder. “Come on, let's say goodbye to them one last time and take up our seats.” Ichigo took a slow, deep breath and nodded his head, closing his eyes once more in an attempt at not crying. Standing up, the two moved to the coffins, Ichigo clinging to Shinji as the man nodded his head to the assistant director who hovered near by.
The young man lifted the lids of the three coffins before stepping back, allowing Ichigo to walk up and brush his fingers over his fathers pale cheek. The tears that he had been holding back escaped, sliding down paling skin as he stroked the man he had called father's cheek.
“Do you think... he knew that he was going to die?” he asked quietly as his fingers smoothed down the beard a bit.
“I think that he was more worried about you and your sisters if anything,” Shinji replied, stepping up behind Ichigo and wrapping his arms around the lean waist. “He was a father, and no matter the past between you two, he still worried and wondered about his children as his letters and notes showed us,” he said, lips brushing the curve of one ear. Moving to the next coffin, they gazed down at Karin, Ichigo fussing with her hair just slightly.
“I'm surprised that Karin hasn't come back in some way to kick my ass for putting her in such a girlish kimono,” Ichigo said sadly, fingers sliding over baby blue fabric before the couple moved onto the final coffin with Yuzu in it.
“You're right, she looked a lot like your mother,” Shinji said, reaching out to tuck a bit of blond hair back into place as Ichigo tucked a barrette into her hands. It was a small wooden piece that had been more display object then usable, but his sweet sister had loved it with all of her heart.
“Yeah, I was the only one that balanced our parents’ looks while Karin took after Dad and Yuzu took after mom,” Ichigo hummed, shaking his head with a smile on his lips that looked sad. Shinji squeezed his arms around his lovers’ waist, nuzzling the softly scented neck, comforting in his own way.
“They're arriving,” the assistant said, appearing with a sympathetic smile. “I need to close the coffins now.”
“Of course,” Shinji said, nodding his head as they moved out of the way. Making sure that Ichigo was comfortable in his seat, he took his own. His hand rested so that he could grab his gun at any time, his other hand laced with Ichigos as they watched as the first of the people arrived. Orihime walked in with Tatsuki, Keigo and Mizuiro, all of them in funeral kimonos, all of them looking somber.
“Ichigo-san,” Tatsuki greeted, eying the two males with wary eyes. Ichigo nodded at her, eyes sliding over the other three as Orihime scowled, Keigo smiling slightly and Mizuiro gave him a comforting look of his own.
“Thank you for coming. They would have been glad you came,” Ichigo said lowly. Nodding, the four moved to their seats, watching as people started to filter into the funeral home. Uryuu and Starrk arrived next, soon followed by Tessai, Hanatoru, Ryuuken, Ikkaku and Yumichika.
Yumichika watched the four, feeling out what was coming off of them before deciding that he would let the anger and hate rolling off of the big busted woman go for the day. It was a day of mourning and he knew that should she do anything, someone would be quick to put her into her place.
Grimmjow, Soi-Fon, Szayel and most of the Homicide Specialty Unit took up posts around the rooms, wondering around as old patients, friends of all three Kurosakis and the only other living family member that still talked to the Kurosakis. Ichigo greeted them all with slightly sadden smiles and quiet words, waiting for the rest of his friends. Shuuhei soon arrived with Kensei, Aizen, Sado and Gin, all of them sitting as close to Ichigo as they could without being right beside him.
The rest of the funeral and the gathering at the house went alright, the Guardians and Unit making sure that no one was able to get anywhere in the house where they weren't supposed to be. Once the last person left with words of comfort for the last Kurosaki, Ichigo closed the door with a heavy sigh as he lent against the door. He hummed lowly at Shinji as he carried a trash bag into the kitchen.
“Tired?” Shinji asked as he came out of the kitchen, moving to Ichigo, who just laughed and nodded his head. Smirking, he swept the lean male up into his arms with a smirk, getting a sound of protest. “Come on. Let's go upstairs, take a hot bath and go to bed.”
“Make it a shower and you have a deal,” Ichigo said, shaking his head as he let Shinji do what he wanted to do. After dealing with all of the glares the last few hours that had come from Orihime and a few others that he had barely known, he figured that if Shinji wanted to spoil him, why not let him.
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