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A Quincy's Heart	By : ShadowedInnocence Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ichigo/Ishida Views: 3686 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, and I do not make anything off of my stories. I just use the characters to do my bidding in a plot that comes to mind.

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AN: Yes, I know that Ichigo is out of character, but this is for a reason. You’ll find out why really soon.
Chapter Two
The Grinning Replica
“Kurosaki, what in the world happened to you?!” Uryū bit out, fighting back the urge to scoot backwards. It was disconcerting to see the obvious influence of a hollow shown so plainly on someone that has such a strong will to stay out on top, if he was anyone else he knew that he would have freaked out a long time ago. There would be time for that later if it called for it, but the scene before him—it both perplexed and shocked him to the core.
Scowling as he realized that he had been called by his name with such familiarity, his attention was fully brought to Ichigo once his wrist was grabbed by a tanned hand. “You’re ‘ere...you really aren't a dream this time, huh?”Ichigo murmured in the same warbled, warped tone that he had when he greeted him. The teen was almost visibly humming in delight as he tried to edge the Quincy closer to where he was splayed against the bed.
“Of course I’m here Kurosaki. Inoue-san asked me to check up on you, such an ungrateful ingrate you are to assume I’m just a dream. Why would you be dreaming of me anyways?” Uryū asked coolly. It wouldn’t do if he was the object of a shinigami’s dreams. What occurred within those dreams—he wouldn’t even begin to think about.
Ichigo blinked in confusion. “’Hime? Why would Orihime ask you to check up on meh?”he slurred out, wiggling towards the edge of his bed. He had a feeling if he could come into contact with Ishida, some of the pain that he was feeling would stop. He was bound to be cooler than he was, so what was the problem?
“Because you’re sick baka.” Uryū snapped, setting his backpack on the ground beside the bed.
A lopsided grin stretched itself across Ichigo’s face. “Heh…I guess I am.”
The orange haired teen had spent many nights wrapped up in thoughts of the Quincy, which were mostly spurred on by other things. He was surprised by this at first, but then he decided to use it as a way to try to understand the Quincy a little bit more. What started off as an innocent way to try to get into Ishida’s head somewhat was quickly turned into something highly different by Shirosaki, who kept insisting that he only did so to get him to realize that he had needs to.
Who the hell in their right mind would give someone wet dreams and fantasies of someone that saw them as their enemy, only deciding to be in their presence because they had the same enemy? Ichigo knew the answer to this. The answer was something that in his mind was worse than Satan. He had a feeling that Satan could even learn a thing or two from his crazy, twisted, and mentally insane hollow. He prayed that the two would never meet.
“Ours. He is ours, ya hear me kingy?”Shirosaki purred out, pushing himself to the surface of his consciousness, sounding both incredibly pleased and smug at the same time. It wasn’t anything new for him to pop up at random times like this, but he hardly ever took an interest in anyone that he didn’t feel like fighting. In all contexts, he could almost say that he was either out of it or sick.
“What do you mean ours, Shirosaki? Ishida’s his own person you damn freak”. Ichigo snapped, not liking the way that his hollow went on another ‘everything is ours’ spree. When his hollow half did this, he tended to block most of it out until it got to an unbearable level. For Shiro, it wasn’t very hard to reach that level. He had an innate talent to do so, at least that’s what he always told him.
“Ya still don’t get it, do you? Little Uryū-chan will be ours by the time that this is all over.”Shirosaki replied, sounding absolutely gleeful. He didn’t bother to elaborate on his statement, just because he knew that his king would find out what was happening to them sooner or later. Smirking to himself, he couldn’t help but to want it to be the latter. It would be more fun that way.
“The fuck?! When what’s all over? What the hell aren’t you telling me you psychotic bastard?!” Ichigo growled out, feeling his patience slip from his grasp. He knew that he was being left in the dark on purpose, which only served to piss him off all the more. What in the hell was going through the hollow’s mind to leave him hanging like this? There obviously was something bid that he wasn’t being let in on—but what?
"Don’t worry about it my dear king. Who knows, maybe you’ll even thank me once things get going."
Ichigo scowled internally. There was no mistaking Shirosaki’s mocking tone; he knew that he could have recognized it even if he was half asleep. There was a strange purr that accompanied his hollow’s tone, he sounded almost content. Internally, he balked at the idea of it all. There was no way that the hollow was content in another's presence, could it? Blinking lethargically, he felt himself fall back into the sleepy haze that he was previously in. Humming in contentment, he tried to pull the shell shocked bespectacled teen closer, but he was prevented in doing so. Glancing at Uryū in irritation, he lightly tugged at his wrist once more. “Come ‘ere.” Ichigo growled out, staring up at the Quincy with impish molten gold eyes. A look that wasn’t normal for him, to say the least.
Confused sapphire eyes stared in wonder at the figure before him. Ishida knew that he was frozen to the spot for some reason, but if it was from fear or confusion, that was something that he wasn’t sure of. What had spurred him forward just enough to let his knees hit the side of Kurosaki’s bed was his curiosity, which normally was something that he kept tightly under wraps. “What in the—what happened to you to cause such actions?” Uryū gasped out, feeling the undeniable pressure of Kurosaki’s reiatsu pushing him forwards. He could almost swear that he felt another set of hands pushing at his back as they tried to get him to tumbled forwards onto the bed before him. This sent his once fragile state of thought into a blur. Just when did Kurosaki get enough control over his reiatsu to do this? He wondered, barely noticing the fact that he was now sitting on his knees in front of Kurosaki Ichigo on his bed.
Without any warning, Ichigo pushed Uryū down so that he could be used as a pillow for him. Strangely, the sick teen couldn’t find a reason to protest about this; rather he found that he felt just a smidgen better as he dazedly nuzzled into the warm, lightly sweet smelling lap beneath him.
“What are you doing Kurosaki?!” Uryū asked shakily, almost stuttering out his question and losing the frosty tone that it held, finding the closeness and warmth of the teen uncomfortable. For one that had grown up with hardly a great deal of affection after his mother had died, he found that he liked the contact more than he should have. While it was still somewhat uncomfortable, he found that he wanted to be touched more. The feeling that came with with it was gentle, warm, and strangely comfortable. It was something that he could easily get addicted to. In fact, he knew that if he did become addicted to it, he would be in a lot of trouble.
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Amused gold eyes glanced upwards into confused sapphire. “Who said I was the king, huh?”Ichigo purred out, wrapping his arms around the thigh that his head was pillowed upon. Strangely enough, a human could make a mighty fine pillow. That’s if you have the right one after all. Letting out a content sigh, he could feel a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth before it stretched across his whole face.
Something had changed within Kurosaki Ichigo, and the strange purr that accompanied his words put him on edge quickly. He wouldn’t even try to think of the transformed teen that was snuggling against him so comfortably. “If you’re not Kurosaki, then who are you?” Uryū asked tersely, almost to the point that he was increasingly wary of the outcome. As easily as he could say that he would let an arrow fly through one of his enemies, he found that it was just a little harder to do so when it was the the substitute shinigami. The reason why this was the case was something that continued to elude him, even to this very moment.
“Who am I, Is that it? I don’t have a name.”The one sharing Ichigo’s body said pointedly, grasping the pale hand that was about to assault his cranium. Cackling in delight at the way the one underneath him stiffened, the grin upon his face turned somewhat devious. “Oh tha’s right, I do have a name now….kingy was getting tired of calling me hollow all the time.”he muttered slowly, paying more attention to the sudden shock of pleasant warmth that assaulted his senses. It was a lot better than the almost constant chill that he had to deal with when he was spending most of his time within Ichigo’s soul.
Raising a brow, Uryū spoke calmly, betraying the irritation that he was now starting to feel. “What would that be hollow, and where is Kurosaki?” The bespectacled teen had to rein in the building irritation that was welling within him. With the way that the hollow was acting, he knew that it wouldn’t be that soon before he would be snapping at it. He just hoped that it wasn’t too soon.
“So you wanna talk to king? Sorry, at the moment he’s kind of to the point of passing out while Zangetsu-san watches over him.” His whole countenance screamed of amusement, and with his eyes conveying it, the sapphire eyed teen knew that he had to ask.
“Why would he be in such a state hollow? You never answered my last question either.” He pointed out; wrenching his hand from the overly warm grip it was encased in. It hadn’t slipped his mind that he was dangerously close to Kurosaki Ichigo’s person, and he could only push back the slight worry and sheer awe that he felt as he took in the sight of the tumultuous reiatsu around him. The thing that really had drawn his attention was not the heavily hollow tainted reiatsu, but rather the now black lined reiraku that was now visible to him without any veils or barriers blocking it.
“So you want to know about little ol’ me? No one really seemed to care much when they found out about me. That’s the ones that actually do know about me. The only one I really ever get to talk to besides the king is that crack head shop keeper…” Shirosaki trailed off, snickering a bit at the thought of Urahara. He knew that the exiled shinigami was attracted to his king, yet he hid behind his role as a teacher and friend. In his eyes, it was stupid to do so. His king had shed almost all sense of normalcy when he decided to take the choice to become a shinigami, and did many forget that? He was as much of an undead shinigami as the rest. He even had his chain of fate severed, had an actual gigai that was more human than the rest—so what was the big deal?
There were so many things that he wouldn’t even begin to try to understand about the mind, and the mind of an enthralled being was no exception for him. Humans and shinigami alike were insanely confusing beings when they weren’t concerned with fighting. It was like he was trying to piece together how the world ticked…you just couldn’t do it!
“So I would assume that Urahara-san, along with Yoruichi-san know about you hollow?” Uryū asked, actually interested in what he was saying now. The hollow inhabiting Ichigo’s body could have easily been lying about knowing the exiled former head of the twelfth division, but he sounded almost grateful that he was recognized. Just that he was able to come in contact with another being, one that he was able to touch, to speak to, and to have someone that actually verified his existence. It was a bit surreal being able to read the emotions that were flitting across such a familiar face. In spite of what he had known hollows to be like, he was slightly amazed and amused at the range of emotions that the hollow was going though. It was almost as if it was human in a sense.
“Eh? The werecat only knows of me. She hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting me.” Shirosaki muttered with some annoyance coating his tone, pausing briefly before nuzzling against the khaki covered thigh that he was lying against. At the moment physical contact with the Quincy was helping, but he had other things in mind. If he wasn’t as reined in by Ichigo, he would’ve acted out some of the graphic images that were floating though his king’s mind. There was one good thing about being tied to his king the way he was. They could push their problems upon each other, although his king just started to realize this. Smirking in amusement, he closed his eyes as he felt the overwhelming heat leave his soul and wrap around Ichigo’s with a vengeance.
“Gah!—What the fuck did you just do bastard?!” the sick teen growled out, trying to sit up long enough so that he could gather the strength to resume control of his body. Thankfully he had the fleeting thought to reel Shirosaki in enough that he wouldn’t hurt Ishida. He wouldn’t put it past him to hurt the Quincy either. The only thing was if his earlier statements were anything to go by, it wasn’t going to be something outright and gory like he normally went for. There was the sinking feeling that his hollow wanted Ishida seriously, and he wasn’t just on one of his claiming sprees just to piss him off.
“You’re awake again? What happened, did Zangetsu-san help you?”The pale double asked, feeling the questioning gaze boring into the back of his head. Pushing it aside for the moment, Shirosaki could feel their combined reiatsu flare around them. It only took a few moments before he could feel the heat beginning to crawl into his extremities once more. Eyes flying open revealing surprised onyx and golden orbs, Shirosaki hurriedly tried to push himself off of the Quincy that he was using as a pillow previously.
“Fucking shit.”He hissed out angrily. There wasn’t anywhere that he could seal himself off at, so what in the fuck would he do? The pale double was faintly aware that he was once again having skin to skin contact with the bespectacled Quincy, which served to comfort him just the barest amount. Why the fuck did he have to be put into this situation just because his king was so ignorant? Just because he was his king’s hollow didn’t mean that he had to tell him everything. After all, what good would it be for him to tell the king everything when he was also learning about him from the Vizards? Fucking time restraints…they messed with everything!
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“Damn it Shirosaki, let me take over!”
“What good is it going to do king? Our reiatsu’s going to keep skyrocketing until we finally get through this. Why do you think I wanted archer boy here anyways?”
“How the hell should I know? I don’t know what runs through your head sometimes, even if you are me. Just tell me what the fuck’s going on so we can fix it!”
This was the last straw that held the fragile control that Shirosaki had. “Fix this? You’re saying you finally want to fix this after all this time? Sorry king, but it’s almost a little too late to do some patch up job. You need to get your ass in gear and fix this by going to the root of the problem.”He said icily, forcing Ichigo forward just enough so that he also was in control of his body.
Feeling a brief head rush, Ichigo fell down onto his bed as his strength gave out once more. “Damn it, I didn’t even know things were this bad—and I still don’t know what the fuck’s going on!” he roared out, grabbing a fist full of the sheets beneath him as he tried to quell his frustration and rage. Mirroring the mental state that its shell was in, the already chaotic reiatsu spread about Ichigo’s prone form like a storm, amplifying with each and every emotion that he was feeling.
Uryū knew these signs. They were ones that led to destruction and chaos of the surroundings. “Damn it Kurosaki, you need to calm down!” he shouted out, not just to get the substitute shinigami to wake up, but also to get him to realize what he was doing. It was a good thing that his family wasn’t here; they would’ve been in extreme danger if they were.
Pushing himself up shakily, Uryū was sure that it was Kurosaki’s hollow that was now staring at him with blazing gold eyes. “Wake up? Sorry to say this, but the king’s as awake as he will be for a while.”he said flatly, grabbing Ishida by the shirt. Smirking at the disgruntled expression that he received, he shook his head briefly.
Knowing golden orbs stared into befuddled sapphire blue. “You wanted to know my name, right? It’s Shirosaki. And the reason why the king’s such a pathetic mess is because he’s an idiot.”He murmured before sealing his lips against Uryū’s as a way to help vent his frustration. Working his tongue against the seam of Ishida’s lips, he was rewarded with a gasp of surprise which he used to increase his assault on the Quincy. Being so unprepared for the sudden kiss, teeth clacked against teeth which caused Uryū to draw back in both pain and shock.
Blushing hotly, Uryū stared at him in both amazement and confusion. “What was that for?” he asked softly, a complete turnaround from what he was acting like just a few minutes ago.
Shirosaki snorted. “I knew it. You’re going to be the one that’ll help us. Because the king here’s such an idiot, he doesn’t know shit about what a hybrid really is. We’re going through the first stages of a hollow’s first heat.”He stated slowly, waiting for any questions that would come up.
He was almost afraid to ask the question that had popped into his mind at the statement. “What would that have to do with me?” he questioned, clenching his fists in the soft fabric of his khaki pants.
Ichigo stayed silent. While he already had primary control over his body once more thanks to Shirosaki giving over most of the control that he had of it back to him, he knew that his hollow still had enough control to influence him. He was actually going to be told what the fuck was going on, and what the hell was up with him kissing Ishida?! His face went scarlet at the thought. That damn hollow of his will have a lot of things to explain once he had the strength to do anything.
Shirosaki cackled. “That’s the thing. With a hollow’s first heat, especially for gillians and above; if the hollow didn’t find anyone to help sate their lust, they would descend into madness and be eaten by the next available hollow. Really its either find someone to fuck, find the equivalent of a human’s soul mate and stay bonded to them, or become a hollow’s lunch. King’s lucky though, he already found both.”
“Nani?” Ichigo shouted, taking control of his body as the implications of what he was just told finally set it. “What the hell Shiro, why the fuck did you just tell me this now of all times?” he asked incredulously, hoping that the whole thing was just some sick and twisted joke that was created from his convoluted mind.
He was only met with sincere amusement. “I already told ya king, you either fuck the shit out of the Quincy here, or you go and find someone that will. Otherwise you’re going to end up hollow food. The thing is, I’m not going to let that happen. So either pick the Quincy or I’ll find us someone that’ll be our ways to an end.”
Well shit, this complicated things. Ichigo couldn’t help but to think. He already thought that his life was confusing before, but to add this to the mix? Hell, he didn’t even sign up for this shit. Was this all in the fine print or something when he decided to become a shinigami to help his family?
This was just not fair, plain and simple.
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