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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: 1
Pairings: To Be Announced
Word Count: 2,789
AN: I am tired. This wasn’t supposed to be posted last week, and I have fixed that chapter to be the correct one. So enjoy.
Affy-chan: I'm glad that you're enjoying this and that the cat's are happily zone out on kitty nip. *nods* I enjoyed writing this story and finally getting to post it.
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The call came late on a cloudy morning, drawing him from his tagging of several underskirts that they had just gotten in.
His hands moved with well practiced movements as he sang softly with the song that seemed to be more guitars and drums then lyrics over the store speakers. His eyes were dancing in pleasure as he looked around the very store that he had worked so hard to get up to perfection and out there. And it was all his, for the most part.
Somewhere around two years ago, he had taken the money his mother had put away during her life for him, which had grown under his godfathers’ careful eye after her death, and opened the store with a new friend. This had been nearly a year after he had left his home around age 17.
And never once had he looked back, always living in the present and walking towards the future as Lolita's Dream grew in business and popularity. To top all of it off, his business partner, Uryuu Ishida, created quite a few of the specially designed outfits and often took commissions to draw even more money and business in.
Laughing softly to himself, he looked at the newest outfit design and wrote down a thought about the lace before continuing to tag the under skirts, preparing them for the late afternoon opening of the store. Finishing with the last skirt in the box, he looked up and frowned at his partner as he stood in the doorway, tipping his head to the side with a curious look on his face. Ishida looked very worried about something, face drawn and eyes blinking rapidly
“What's up?” he asked as Uryuu shifting on his feet, looking over his shoulder towards the phone.
“You have a call, Ichi-chan and I don't think it's a good thing,” Uryuu said quietly. Ichigo swallowed, feeling nervous suddenly and put the pricing gun down along with the skirt he had just tagged.
“I'll take it in the back office,” he said softly. Ishida nodded and watched his friend walk into their shared office space, admiring the way the floor sweeping skirt moved around his legs before shaking his head and moving to take over the tagging for his friend.
When Ishida had first met Ichigo, he had thought that the younger male would be some trouble maker who was running away from his home. What he had gotten as a sudden roommate was a young male who was an obviously hurting, and a cross dressing male who dreamed about the very store that they now owned.
When they had started to talk about the store and wanted to put the plan into motion, they had to beg Ryuuken to co-sign for the loan. After that, they had scrapped, sanded, fixed and painted the building mostly on their own; using their own money to pay for the contractors, electricians and inspectors as needed as they gathered supplies and product, creating their own to sell.
But during all of it, Ichigo's father had never come around; Ishida's own coming around often to help them when he found the time. And after they had opened the store, Ichigo's younger sisters had come to visit the store, but never came to visit at their apartment. It confused the hell out of him for just over a year and made him wonder about the events that had made his friend hurt and hide from his own father. Ishida knew about his mother and her death, but outside of a few random stories about his childhood, he knew next to nothing about his partner's past.
Shaking the thoughts out of his head, the dark haired male shoved his glasses up a pert nose and started to hang the tagged skirts on their specialized hangers, locking them into place. Looking to the office door that was still closed, he pulled out his phone, texting his father that something was up and that he was needed. Getting one back quickly as he hung the skirts onto a rack, he read that Ryuuken would be there soon. He sent back a confirmation and walked over to the office door.
Pressing an ear to it, he waited, hearing nothing from the other side of the door. Pulling away, Ishida frowned at it before finally opening it up and peeking into the office, eyes going wide behind his glasses as he spotted his friend.
Ichigo was sitting behind his desk, staring at the phone with wide, dazed eyes. But that wasn't what had shocked Uryuu, what had were the tears that were falling down in a near constant stream, streaking the pale cheeks with blue-black mascara. Cursing, he rushed over to Ichigo and touched his shoulder, drawing dark, pained eyes up to him. As soon as he locked eyes with Ishida, Ichigo gave a little choked sob and covered his mouth with one hand.

“What's wrong, Ichi-chan?” Ishida asked, reaching up to stroke the wet cheeks of his friend, feeling the stickiness of the mascara on his fingers. Looking around, he was quick to draw Ichigo over to their couch and sit down next to him, waiting for the answer.
“My dad... and sisters...they... they're...”Ichigo choked out, body shaking with his tears. “They were… They were killed,” he gasped. A shocked sound slipped past Uryuu's lips before he pulled the sobbing Ichigo into his arms, letting him cry on his shoulder. He was trying to wrap his mind around the news that Ichigo now had no family in a way that was shocking at best and tear your heart apart painful at the worst. Rubbing at Ichigo's back, he cooed quietly in an attempt to soothe him, eyes pained for his friend as the cross dresser mourned the loss of his family.
Feeling the lean body slowly relax against him, Uryuu looked down and noticed that Ichigo was nearly asleep, fingers clutching at his shirt. Petting the soft red hair, he smiled slightly at the other as dull brown eyes looked up.

“Rest, Ichigo. Dad will cover for you and you can start to make plans to head over to the house tomorrow,” Ishida soothed, getting a nod. Ichigo allowed himself to be placed back onto the pillows and sighed as the other man covered him with a blanket that sat over the back of it and moved to their small bathroom. Wetting a wash cloth, he came out to find Ryuuken smoothing a hand over Ichigo's head with a frown on his face, dark gray, almost silver , eyes looking up to catch his own dark blue ones.
“Let me wash Ichigo's face and then we'll talk out front,” Uryuu said lowly, getting a curt nod before his father stood and moved out to the front of the store. Wiping off the tear marks and smudged mascara from his friends face, he stood straight once more. Cleaning his shirt, he placed the wash cloth in the bathroom again before he left the office, closing the door behind him and finding his father counting down the cash register, numbers falling from his lips. Ryuuken looked up from the money in his hand and gazed at his son, who just took a deep breath and moved to stand next to him.
“Ichigo received a rather disturbing phone call about an hour ago about his father and two younger sisters,” Ishida started, Ryuuken putting the money in his hands down into the drawer, eyes starting to glow with his worry.
“What happened?” Ryuuken asked, worry seeping into his tone. His back stiffened as his child's lips thinned and his eyes glinted behind his glasses.
“They were, from what Ichigo has told me, killed. I don't know any details but it looks as if Ichigo won't be able to do much with the store for a month or so,” he said quietly. Ryuuken blinked sighing lowly before he patted Uryuus’ shoulder in sympathy and once more picked up the money, starting to count.
“I'll be willing to help run the store. I do suggest that you call around to your employees and warn them that their hours will be extending for a bit of time,” Ryuuken finally said, getting a smile from Uryuu.
“Hanatoru is scheduled to be in about an hour or so to help with the first rush,” Uryuu promised, moving to start stocking the shelves and racks. They would need to focus on the store during the working hours but they both knew that their thoughts would be revolving around Ichigo and what the cross dresser was going through and would soon be going through in the near future.
It wasn’t until the next day that Ichigo found himself putting a large duffel bag and laptop case into the back seat of Ryuuken's car as Shuuhei, Hanatoru and Uryuu watched them. Their most loyal customers had given their favorite owner some quickly bought cards, the news of the tragedy hitting the news mere minutes after Ichigo had been called.
The employees of Lolita's Dream were more then willing to help cover Ichigo's shifts. They were also trading off who would drive across town to pick up and drop off paperwork.
The cross dressing red head had burst into tears at the out pouring of support, once more smearing his makeup, still feeling off balance. Ichigo had then hugged everyone and gathered his things, Ryuuken being the one who would drive him to his old home and make sure that he was set up. Looking up, he smiled at his friends and closed the door to the car, tossing his braid back over his shoulder.
“Thanks you, guys, for everything,” Ichigo husked, voice deep from all of the crying that he had done in the last 24 hours. “Are you guys sure you have it?” he asked, looking over his friends. Shuuhei snorted and waved a hand at him.
“Don’t worry about it, Ichi-chan. You go do what you need to do and we’ll keep things running smoothly. And I’ll come drop off jewelry designs and what not tonight,” Shuuhei promised. Ichigo smiled and reached up to smooth a hand through the soft, dark hair that spiked up over his friends head.
“Alright,” he sighed, trailing his fingers over the three scars that sat over his friend's eye and cheek. Shuuhei just smiled and let the smaller man do what he wanted, more then used to his friends more tactile nature. “Take care you guys. I’m just across town if I’m needed and I’ll call to tell you guys when the funerals will happen,” he promised, playing with Hanatoru's dark hair next, getting a soft smile from the doe eyed man.
“We know, Ichi-chan,” Ishida drawled, getting a smirk from his friend. “Call once you’re settled and can,” he continued, stroking a finger down over Ichigo's nose, watching brown eyes go cross eyed on him.
“I will, I will,” Ichigo hummed, feeling a smile tug at his lips even with the sadness that was still curling around his heart. Ryuuken came out of the store with several boxes on a flat bed cart and started to pile them in the back seat. “I’ll finally be able to get through the applications and designs at the least,” he said, eyeing the boxes with a soft sight. Everyone chuckled lightly and hugs were exchanged.
“Take care, Ichi-chan. Know that we’re here for you,” Hanatoru said softly, brushing his fingers through soft bangs and got a sweet smile.
“Yeah, I know. Thanks you guys, really. I will call, there’s a fax at the house and maybe we’ll be able to open another Lolita's Dream…” he said, trailing off as his eyes glazed over with tears. Ryuuken slid his arms around the lean shoulders and pressed a kiss to the back of his head.
“One step at a time, Ichigo-chan, one step at a time. Let’s get going. Your neighbor is waiting for you and we don’t want to keep her,” Ryuuken hummed, smiling lightly as Ichigo nodded and sniffed. With one last round of hugs and goodbyes, they climbed into the car and drove away from Lolita's Dream, everyone else heading in to figure out their schedules while Ichigo was dealing with his families' estate. Gazing out of the window as downtown sped past them, he asked “Why does it feel like I’m going across the country instead of just across town?” turning his eyes to Ryuuken who just raised an eyebrow at him.
“Mostly because it’s been so long since you left our side of town, since you even wanted to come to this side,” he stated, watching Ichigo turn back to his window out of the corner of his eye. They once more fell into silence, Ichigo playing with his dark navy skirt as he watched the scenery once more.
“Did you know that when I first moved in with Uryuu, I sent all of my friends my new address? Hell, I called them once I had a number and not one of them answered my texts and calls,” Ichigo said, as they pulled up to a stop light. Ryuuken turned to gaze at him with surprised eyes. Uryuu had never told him that Ichigo had tried to contact his old friends and he doubted that even his son knew about it. “People who I thought were my friends had turned on me when I came out gay and a cross dresser, and not a one of them had any sort of guts to tell me.”
“What are you going to do if they show up?” Ryuuken asked, pulling away from the stop light, feeling his heart clench, but not showing the pain. He knew what had happened between Ichigo and Isshin, having been named Ichigo's godfather when he had been a mere babe. His mother had been the one to name him Ichigo's godfather much to his and Isshin's surprise, the man having wanted to name Urahara, Ichigo's uncle, as godfather. And in the long run it had turned out be a good thing when his godson had run to him.
“I’ll be cool to them. They made their choices and turned their backs on me, and I learned to move on when I met everyone else,” Ichigo replied, voice soft, pained. Ryuuken reached out and laced their fingers together, smoothing his thumb over the back of his hand, offering silent comfort. Ichigo squeezed his hand in return, the two falling into their thoughts.
Ichigo thought about what he had left behind when his father had kicked him out of his childhood home, not caring where he would end up. Ryuuken worried about the young man who was sitting next to him and promising to himself to stay with Ichigo if he would let him.
An hour later, they were pulling up the driveway of Ichigo's childhood home, an older lady coming over to greet them as Ryuuken turned off the car. Ichigo stepped out and gazed up, feeling memories well up through his mind. Ryuuken greeted the woman, smiling as he took the house keys from her. Ichigo hummed and nodded to the woman when she expressed her sympathy and left soon after.
“Here, Ichigo. Go head of me, open the door and turn on some lights so we can see. I’ll start bringing things in,” Ryuuken suggested, handing over the keys. He gladly took the keys with a grateful smile, staring at the front door before cautiously making his way up to it. He was grateful that Ryuuken was giving him time to walk into his old home, time to just get used to the thought that his family would never come through that very doorway, even as he unlocked it and stepped inside. His brows came together at the sight of the curtains drawn tight against the sun, and he reached out to flip the hall lights on.
With the flood of light, he blinked at the amount of dust that covered his fingers and everything within his line of sight.
“What happened here, you guys?” he asked the silent house, walking towards the living room with careful steps. He sneezed several times before he yanked open the curtains and blinds, dust rising off of both of them. He ignored it in favor of opening the windows to let in fresh air, getting rid of the stale air. Ryuuken walked in with a box in his arms and gazed around with wide eyes. “What could have happened to drive them out of this house?” Ichigo asked, his voice pained and sad.
“I have no idea, Ichigo-chan. Absolutely no idea,” Ryuuken said, voice quiet and worry tinting every word.
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