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Celestial Lightning: Imposing The Heavenly Realm	By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 2505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Percy Jackson & The Olympians, they belong to their creators Kubo Tite and Rick Riordan respectively, I make no money from this, it is merely for my own pleasure.

Chapter List
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I'm sorry my honeys, it's taken too long now to get anything productive done so I've decided to make this a Three-shot. I've been so sick that I couldn't finish this sooner and for now I'll gift you part 2, it's not much but I need to at least get something out. This story is very complex because I don't want to compare strengths between the Percy Jackson and Bleach worlds, this is simply a Crossover…not a battle of who or what's better.

One world merging with the other, new customs and so on. Other than that, I need to get something done and hopefully posting this part will motivate to finish Part 3 more quickly, which'll contain about another 5000 - 8000 or so words. Only the lemon and the conclusion is left and that'll hopefully not take longer than Sunday to finish if I don't start on something else. But I'll list all the warnings again, so please heed them:

Celestial Lightning: Imposing The Heavenly Realm contains: M/M lemons, Crossover, Angst, Dark Fic, possible Dub-con/Non-con themes, 'sacrifice for safe travel' (like offering one's virginity to be protected whilst travelling the sky), infidelity (yes Zeus is married) and violence. Possible use of Zangetsu/Lightning/Lighting Bonds in the lemon and so forth. BDSM themes. This is a three-shot, meaning part 1 & 2 is the introduction to the characters and part 3 contains the lemons.

If any of the warnings have put you off, please turn back now. This fic is concentrated on taboo and dark eroticism, it's NOT for the light hearted.

The set pairing is: Zeus (Ζεύς) x Kurosaki Ichigo (黒崎一護)

Please enjoy and thank you for those who have reviewed, I truly appreciate all your support.

Celestial Lightning: Imposing The Heavenly Realm

'A Shinigami from the Eastern Countries?' Zeus asked himself almost absently, intense blue eyes trained thoughtfully upon the small figure that was kneeling before his throne on one knee like a seasoned warrior. The shimmering quality of the child's clothes, the sensation of his power, the dual black Stygian swords that he wielded and the overwhelming strength of his presence had been what had drawn the Lord Of The Sky's attention towards the interloper streaking across his domain for over a week now. Only, the brat transversed large distances so rapidly that the King of Olympus struggled to form storms fast and heavy enough to contain him. At first he had thought that Hades had broken the vow that the Big Three had sworn on the River Styx several decades ago by siring an unknown heir. It was entirely possible that the oldest of the three had claimed the boy in secret, trained him in the Underworld to usurp the Olympian King and sent him to do his father's bidding now that Mount Olympus was in such a precarious state. And with the Titan War just barely survived, the imminent threat of Gaia waking herself looming on the horizon…even Zeus could tell that it would be the perfect opportunity for anyone to take advantage of his weakness. However, he had yet to sense a single lie in a lilting and beautiful tenor that was recounting the harrowing events that had lead the young Death God across the pacific ocean towards Manhattan in the first place.

Bowing respectfully in a room full of Olympians who were occupying nine of the twelve individual thrones and rose more than three metres in physical height, the seventeen-year-old displayed a remarkable ability to stay calm and collected despite the magnitude of the situation surrounding him. There was not a single tremor in his voice, not a whisper of deception discolouring his soul and as an eerie stillness enveloped him protectively, it obscured the vast amount of power that glowed like dancing embers in fathomless chocolate brown eyes. It was almost unnerving to look straight into those dark orbs, Zeus thought to himself absently. They were far too intense for such a young godling. Kurosaki Ichigo was clearly not who or what Zeus had first thought him to be. He could sense that the Shinigami had a fiery temper; the wild spark of fury that flickered across depthless pools, the deadly scowl furrowing tangerine brows and the way that elegant hands were clenched into frustrated firsts by his side was more than telling enough. He was quite beautiful bathed in the burning hearth of the Olympian throne room, dancing flames igniting scruffy orange locks even brighter than before as an aura of exotic sensuality radiated hypnotically from flawlessly tanned skin. Luscious petal pink lips were also pressed down in a thin line whenever the orangette tried to reel back emotions rising to the surface of his thoughts unbidden of permission.

He was quite restless too, displaying the characteristic ticks of a battle hardened Demigod as elegant fingertips constantly reached towards the hilts of two unusually shaped blades to reassure himself of their presence. The only reason why Zeus had allowed the teen to keep his weapons was because when Ares had tried to take them away, the God Of War had recoiled with a strange mixture of fear and awe the moment that he discerned the true power in the depths of those blades. 'It's unnatural,' he had muttered. 'Forged from the kid's soul…split and balanced with death…the power is so immense…I can't…' A seemingly troublesome problem, yes. The child already possessed an uncontained strength inside him that clearly did not like to be restrained and the Lightning God did not enjoy tempting beings that could cause considerable damage to his home if agitated enough. Regardless of the possible threat that the Japanese Shinigami posed, he was given the benefit of the doubt simply because of his courteous and humble manners. Taking off his shoes by the temple doors so that he did not taint consecrated ground, apologizing formally for intruding on a god's realm and sacrificing burnt offerings with a lulling sutra to honour the God of the House in the large altar placed to the left of the room - had consequently filled the palace with the scent of cherry blossoms, ice, silk and fragrant spices that could only come from the Fareast.

Hidden beneath a wild and punkish exterior of dark green, turquoise and white modern clothes, vibrantly coloured hair and the unsettling sensation of a barely tamed monster dwelling inside the seventeen-year-old's soul; there existed the unfailing pride of a formidable warrior and selfless Hero. The aura surrounding the orangette was also near blinding with commanding strength, seeping from his skin just like the vast flash of blue light that had intercepted a direct blast from the Olympian King's Master Bolt. The very air was condensing and intensifying with heavy pressure, creating an unknown and oppressive sensation that none of the gods had truly encountered before as it flowed freely from a lithe frame and fought desperately to escape the confines of the orangette's soul. Or was it flowing from his sheathed swords? It was abruptly reeled back however, when Ichigo became aware of the shift in the atmosphere himself and a bottom lip was tugged between biting teeth to regain some form of frustrated self-control. For a single moment Zeus could have sworn that intense chocolate brown eyes had become flecked with pure and instinctual gold. Causing a ripple of unease to echo across the gods in response, hooded brown eyes glanced away wearily when the God of War's killer intent pushed back in retaliation and a woman with intense grey eyes cast a judgemental gaze over their guest as if he was already considered an unforgivable threat.

'What do you think you are—?!' Before Ares could rise from his throne and cause a fight, Zeus was surprised when chocolate brown eyes flashed with commanding strength and the orangette rose to his feet with regal and noble elegance of his own. 'Look, it is obvious that neither of us have a clue how each other's powers work or how we will fare in fight. I was only inducted into the Royal Guards two human years ago, I have only awakened my Shinigami powers for four or five and my companions of the Zero Division are millennia older and more experienced with diplomacy than me. I was given the title: Dexyuaru-shin (1*), The Deity of Duality because I am the first being that is perfectly balanced between Shinigami, Hollow, Quincy and Human. I am considered the Last Sentinel, the last pillar to protect the Reiou and it has become my duty to hunt down the Quincy Emperor before he has a chance to destroy more than just Soul Society and the Reiōkyū. You have my humblest apologies for trespassing on your territory unannounced. I am willing to do whatever it takes to avoid more unintentional discord with the nobles gathered here but there's one thing you'll have to forgive. My powers are unstable, my two Zanpactō are newly forged and one of them is the embodiment of my Hollow instincts. He is not easily placated and often stirs like this when powerful presences are in close proximity. I can assure you that I am not here to bring misfortune and despair—.'

'You talk as if those swords are alive, kid! They are weapons, tools for destruction and you may have appeased Lord Zeus with your good manners but I know a threat when I see one. Death, Death Gods, Shinigami, Souls…there is a reason why Hades is never truly welcome here! It should be the same for you. You reek of rot and despair…a demon that could only have been spawned from his seed!' Before any response could break out and the King of Olympus had a chance to raise his hand for silence, Kurosaki Ichigo vanished in the blink of an eye and reappeared in front of the War God with elegant fingertips curled around the shaft of a large golden spear. Narrowed chocolate brown eyes were gazing boldly into red tinted glasses, daring the ethereal being to speak out whilst all eyes were trained on them and several quiet gasps of surprise echoed into the distance of the approaching noontide. 'I pity your ignorance, Bastard! Do you think your spear and shield are merely tools to further the cause of war? Can you not hear the wailing despair of your weapon's unacknowledged soul? Perhaps the East and West are different, but Zangetsu has a soul and personality all of his own. They are alive, they are me and I am them. Calling their name imbues me with strength, blesses me with my rightful inheritance and unifies an unshakable resolve within me to never lose. They are not tools, they are bound to me eternally as I am to them.'

'A Zanpactō will only answer the call of its master and I am irrevocably their Master! You can try to touch them, I dare you Old Man. But you'll lose your hand and heart as a result of your arrogance.' Taking a cautious step backwards, Ichigo curled his right hand around the hilt of Zangetsu's larger blade to soothe away the sword's restlessness as chocolate brown eyes narrowed down in a glare when his words were abruptly brushed aside with a nonchalant: 'You've got spunk, kid, but spare me the Zen teachings…I wrote the book on war and destruction. Those weapons are nothing but tools.' For some reason Ichigo could only feel an unnatural rage boiling in the pit of his stomach as he took a steady of leap of shunpo away from his opponent and tensed his shoulders defensively. Oh, how he yearned to disprove those words! To show the War God Zangetsu's terrifying difference to weapons forged without their owner's soul. 'After what you just said?!' Ichigo yelled accusingly. 'The fear you showed when you tried to take them?! I—.' A deafening boom of thunder suddenly interrupted any other thought Ichigo had been planning to express as the Lord Of The Sky rose from his throne and stood at his full height. Coming to a halt right behind the restless Shinigami, the dark haired King turned enraged lightning blue eyes upon the warring exchange with clear disapproval and growing impatience.

'Ares! If you'd control your power and insults for once! You are agitating a situation I'd rather not complicate more than it already is. And young Death God from the East, it is forbidden for immortals to touch or take each other's symbols of power without express permission. Which is probably why my son couldn't take your swords from you earlier. You are a god, a newly born godling as you said, but a god nonetheless. Ares would have been in violation of the ancient laws by acting on his own. There are certain rules in this House, child, and you'll have to learn to abide by them. You seem to have more etiquette than the average Demigod that stumbles across my floors with shoes on, tracking the filth of the world onto my sacred ground without an offering for their rudeness or a prayer for peace and goodwill under my protection. However, that does not excuse your trespass or appease my anger completely.' The commanding baritone rumbled threateningly, several pairs of eyes turning towards the God Of The Sky as a thigh-length trench coat was readjusted across strong shoulders and a spark of anger saturated brilliant blue eyes with a strange mixture of lust and lingering irritation. In the rays of the golden sun, the Lord Of The Sky looked much more imposing and impressive than Ichigo had first thought as the older being took his seat once more and made sure that the orangette's full attention was turned towards the god holding judgement in his hands.

'This council was called to decide your fate, Kurosaki Ichigo. As Ares rightfully noted, you are a threat. We are already in a difficult situation. You can be an enemy sent to overthrow Olympus, you can be an agent working for Gaia who is bent on wreaking havoc across the continents whilst waking. Or you can be linchpin for the gods of the East who have finally decided to invade the West. After listening to your plight, the circumstance that led you here and the quest you have undertaken to save your home, I have decided to dismiss your trespass in crossing my domain without permission. You are clearly ignorant of our existence just as we are ignorant of yours.' Several sparks of lightning were dancing curiously across Zeus' fingertips, his palm curling thoughtfully around the Master Bolt as an unusual smile of satisfaction crossed pale lips when chocolate brown orbs gazed up at him with slight trepidation and a fiery spark of wild eroticism he'd like nothing more than to set free from its restrictive bonds. 'Father! You cannot seriously contemplate offering asylum to this child? We do not know his origin or just how powerful he is! It is not a wise decision to welcome him on Mount Olympus whilst it is closed to all others! The Solstice is several months away and your Queen is—.' Holding up his hand for silence, Zeus shook his head in exasperation as a deep scowl settled between dark brows and all eyes turned towards him in anxious concern.

'Your council is wise as always Athena. But I have already considered the matter at length and made my decision. Kurosaki Ichigo will not be punished for his trespass. However, he will also not be allowed free passage through my domain without proper sacrifice and tribute. So, we are at a crossroads young Shinigami. I have decided to spare your life but you will not be able to leave here until you have offered me a reason to protect you further and assist you with your quest. Gods do not do favours for free and as the King Of Olympus, I'm not allowed to show mercy to even my own descendants…much less a godly being from the Eastern Countries.' A mutter of agreement echoed triumphantly through the vast temple, several heads shaking with disapproval when Zeus declared the orangette a formal guest in the main palace until such a time that a decision could be made and further action could be taken. Ichigo could only stare at the Lord Of The Sky in disbelief. He had a sinking feeling that he had nothing of true value to sacrifice to these gods, he was merely a lowly Shinigami that still thought and acted like a teenager. And by the time the room cleared of all its occupants, the Sixth Royal Guard of the Reiōkyū was desperately fighting an internal battle with himself to not show the glimmer of distress that was taking over the erratic beat of his heart and the helplessness of the situation that was engulfing him whole.

There were only two Olympians left in the majestic temple several agonizing minutes later, the unusual throne to the right of the Lightning God occupied by a messy black haired male that was observing Ichigo with glowing sea-green eyes and a large trident resting nonchalantly in the palm of his hand. He was dressed like a cliché beach tourist, Ichigo thought to himself…even when the older being's presence was only slightly below the King Of Olympus in strength and power. As he stood, he shrunk down to the size of a human and turned his attention towards their newly claimed guest with a gentle smile and curled a surprisingly reassuring palm around trembling shoulders. 'The world in not always kind, Shinigami, even gods like us cannot defy fate. Now that you have seen the influence of the Greek Gods, there aren't many that will willingly grant you safe passage across these planes except Zeus and myself. However crossing the ocean and sky under our protection is not an easy barter to make considering the monsters you'll attract.' Monsters? Frowning in confusion at those words, petal pink lips were just about to ask a question when the taller being stepped away from him and gazed challengingly up at the Lord Of The Sky. 'The sacrifice that my bother requires, Kurosaki Ichigo, is not as complex and materialistic as you may think. Accepting the conditions surrounding it however, may not be the most willing and consensual choice you'll be allowed to make.'

'Be gentle with this one, Zeus. He's an innocent.' Poseidon whispered in fluid Ancient Greek, sea green eyes observing the confusion swimming in chocolate brown orbs when the orangette clearly did not understand the words he had just spoken. The dark haired god offered one more encouraging smile to the teen in response however, shaking his head in exasperation when his youngest brother suddenly stood with an angered scowl and yelled the characteristic: Stay-out-of-it-Poseidon argument. Luckily the Shinigami didn't understand them, otherwise he would have balked at the array of swear words and claims of ownership that echoed deafeningly into the distance. Ichigo merely lifted his fingers nervously and tapped the four silver-loop earrings pierced in the shell of his ear, wondering briefly if the device had malfunctioned because several words were no longer being translated. But that thought soon trailed off when the argument quieted down and the god with kind green eyes, disappeared in a column of shimmering water that left behind the haunting scent of the ocean and an intoxicating mixture of wildflowers. Regardless of the comfort Ichigo had briefly found in Poseidon's short-lived presence, he was now left alone in the company of a god who had decided to spare his life but wanted him to make a sacrifice before he would be allowed to continue on his way…

Suddenly things didn't look so good anymore, Ichigo shivered with apprehension. Shifting from foot to foot anxiously when intense blue eyes studied him closely, the orangette was so sure that all his thoughts would be read in a single moment as his secrets were about to be laid bare without permission. Before anything catastrophic could happen and he accidentally drew Zangetsu out of fear, Zeus allowed a weary sigh to spill from his lips as he returned to the normal size of a human and came to stand by Ichigo's side. Offering a gentle smile to his newly claimed guest, the older being adjusted a black silk scarf around his collar so that the watery fabric fell evenly against his lapels and he consciously made an effort to not look so intimidating as before. It was difficult to pull off with a two metre lightning bolt clutched in the palm of his hand, though. So the God of Olympus sealed the weapon away in a smaller crystal cylinder that was two feet in length and capped with Celestial Bronze on each end. Anxious chocolate brown eyes were still clouded with a touch of fear regardless of the change however, displaying a vibrant array of emotions that the Lord Of The Sky wanted to both ease away and ignite in a rush of uncontained bliss just to see how the youthful teen would react to a taste of the forbidden.

Ever since he had laid his eyes upon the young immortal with vibrantly coloured hair, warm chocolate brown eyes and scowling, exotically, attractive features; he had decided he wanted to mark this one for himself. He wasn't about to let anyone interfere with his plans, even when it seemed like Poseidon had already guessed his motives behind the light ruling. There was only one offering that Zeus would accept for further passage after all…

A sacrifice of innocence and the ultimate submission of the heart.

He was the King Of Gods, the God Of Lightning and his protection and help was never easy to secure… It was only natural that his asking price for protection would be high.

...

'The Council Room is far too intimidating for honoured pleasantries, young Ichigo. I apologize that you had to witness it so soon after the shock of entering Olympus under unexpected circumstances.' Unexpected circumstances were an understatement, Ichigo thought to himself indigently. He was still not entirely sure what had happened or what was going on around him, his mind was spinning with all the events that had taken place and the sheer magnitude of Mount Olympus that was stretched out across the noontide horizon beyond several metre tall verandas and beautifully carved balustrades. Vast temples of shimmering white, palaces adorned with large marble columns, niches, bronze braziers, beautiful fountains, lavish green gardens, silver and gold statues, drifting spirits, creatures he had never seen before and godly beings weaving in and out of the large marketplace below; was a definite shock to his system. The Lord Of The Sky's personal citadel, overlooking the home of the gods, truly was utterly breathtaking. The wraparound porch that they were currently transversing accentuated a monumental structure of perfect Ancient Greek architecture and soaring arches that were reaching boldly for the unbelievable heights of the cosmos. And suspended above golden domes and intricately muraled roofs, stretched a wide blue sky in all directions with fluffy clouds that glittered near silver in the bright rays of the late-morning sun.

'T-this is your home…i-it's…' Like nothing I had ever seen before, Ichigo added to himself privately. The Reiōkyū had possessed its own magnitude of majesty and beauty, the Human World contained only crumbling relics of places like this in Ancient Greece. China and Japan only had sparingly few temples and castles of such royalty left. But this was the first time that Ichigo was faced with the sheer size and awe-inspiring beauty of the gods of the West. He could hardly breathe, the very air was perfumed intoxicatingly with sweet honey and blooming elderflower as bare feet simply froze for several minutes so that he could process what he was seeing and bask in the cool shade of marble awnings and granite floors beneath him. Chocolate brown eyes were eagerly sweeping across the valley, catching a glimpse of the mountainous structure that was suspended several thousand feet above the Empire State Building by godly forces. This was— 'The home of the gods.' A rumbling baritone answered his thoughts quietly. 'You are lucky to see it, young godling. I don't allow just anyone up here, in fact no one's been allowed entrance since most of the damage from the war was repaired four months ago.' Speaking of a recent war, Ichigo was forced to remember the paranoid accusations that the Lightning God had made when the ethereal being had first made his presence known to the stunned travelling Shinigami.

There was no amount of physical damage to the valley, springs and olive groves that Ichigo could see. But an unusual amount of tension and suspicion had surrounded his unannounced arrival two hours earlier. The encompassing atmosphere of this separated world was tainted with same sensation of loss and forlorn fatigue that hung over the ruins of Seireitei. These gods were defensive of their territory for good reason, they too seemed to have suffered the trials and tribulations of a merciless and unwanted war. Quietly observing the intensity of the sun with tensed shoulders, partially shadowed orange locks were ruffled playfully by the lilting breeze as the orange haired teen briefly turned his attention back to the large and imposing Throne Room they had just left behind. Tugging the hood of a turquoise and light green hoodie down to his shoulders, elegant fingertips dragged fretfully through newly revealed messy and scruffily-long tangerine strands to hopefully settle the unease that was rushing through his blood when the older being began walking deeper into the palace. 'I sort of understand now why you perceive my presence as such a threat.' Ichigo noted quietly, bare feet falling in step a little behind the King Of Olympus as bright blue eyes glanced over a strong shoulder and promptly burned through the orangette's soul with such fierce power that the seventeen-year-old was afraid to cause more upset than he already had.

'Do you now?' A lilting baritone purred almost amusingly, regal fingertips waving through the air nonchalantly as several servants dressed in gossamer white chitons and long snowy hair approached them with platters of food and drink held up in offering. They were completely intangible, translucent like ghosts and carried with them the unusual sensation of a summer breeze as long curling black lashes blinked owlishly in surprise and Ichigo tried to discern their motives when unreadable and colourless eyes swept across his form with matronly concern and a flash of childlike curiosity. 'Tsk, Aurai and their manners. Please excuse their enthusiasm, they never wait until my guests have crossed the threshold into the palace first. We'll dine in the honoured guest quarters, you may disappear for now.' Shivering softly when one of the woman brushed passed him and abruptly vanished in a swirling breeze, chocolate brown eyes could only stare wide-eyed at the empty space that was left in front of him. He could have sworn that there had been five or six wispy…vaporized…woman two seconds ago. 'You are indeed one lucky godling, Kurosaki Ichigo. Wind and cloud nymphs rarely take well to unannounced visitors on Mount Olympus. They are exceedingly timid creatures. Your presence though, is unusually repelling with the sensation of death and attractive with sincere spirit and human vulnerability at the same time. I can't figure out—.'

'You mentioned something about Hades earlier, that other red-sunglass-Ossan (2*) too. Are death gods and souls not welcome here? I keep getting the feeling that I'm compared to this 'Hades' but my father is a pureblood Shinigami and the Head of the Shiba family. I'm lucky enough to have inherited most of my mother's gentleness rather than his roughness and insane personality but I don't think Isshin would be very happy if someone kept calling me someone else's son. I did inherit his Shinigami power and the colour of his eyes after all, he's quite a formidable opponent on the battlefield.' A thoughtful hum echoed quietly through the complex hallways and stately rooms, a contemplative silence descending upon the two walking gods until the orange haired teen was lead into a large and lavish suite filled with expensive silk drapes, open windows, imposing Grecian columns, intricate furniture, deep purple hangings and a large canopy bed standing on a raised platform in the centre of the room. Draped with wispy and silver gossamer curtains that fluttered lazily in the breeze, a vast array of silky white and light blue pillows decorated an eiderdown down duvet that was patterned with a mix of light purple and differing shades of blue like the falling dusk. Upon a marble table to their left, where a large garden with running water features and blood red roses bloomed freely on the terrace, was the most delectable spread of fruit and drinks Ichigo had ever seen.

'Take a seat, Ichigo.' Zeus noted generously several seconds later, elegant fingertips curling around a golden chalice that was filled to the brim with red wine as he took a seat and allowed electric blue eyes to dance heatedly over his guest's form when Ichigo did the same and gazed in awe at platters before him. 'I'll answer your questions in a moment, child. First you need to know the rules of my House. When entering, it is customary to make burnt offerings in Hestia's Hearth and my altar, which you've already done. So thank you for the honour and taste of your home country. Secondly, if I have claimed you as a guest, then it is customary for me to provide you with food and drink from my own kitchens. It means that I am welcoming you into my home, providing you protection for as long as you stay and trusting you to not betray my hospitality.' Nodding in understanding at those words, Ichigo nervously rubbed sweaty palms against the rough fabric of dark green jeans until he managed to subdue the tremor in his hands and curled his palm around a crystal glass that was filled with honey coloured apple juice. He didn't want to drink alcohol, it was too risky. Considering that he was underage and there was no way of knowing what was to come, the orange haired teen still had no idea how to ask the Lord Of The Sky what he wanted from him or how he was going to provide it—.

'The sacrifice that my bother requires, Kurosaki Ichigo, is not as complex and materialistic as you may think…' The words that Poseidon had spoken to him earlier, were coming back to him now…echoing deafeningly through his mind as a lingering shiver of caution raced coldly down his spine. It was—.

'To answer your previous question; Hades is the Lord Of The Dead. He rules the Underworld, Erebus. Ares has a lot of discontent for the gods and goddesses, so you shouldn't bother yourself with his words too much. My oldest brother does not have an official throne on Olympus, yes, and he always locks himself away in the Underworld with his grudges and dead souls. But that does not mean that he is not welcome. Three thousand years ago was a lot different than it is now, our family has had many feuds and times of peace since ancient times. The truth is, we owe a lot to Hades specifically. He and his son helped save Olympus several months ago. Without them, the entire world would probably in be in ruins by now. The reason why your presence isn't received well is because you smell of the Underworld Ichigo. It feels like you've handled a lot of souls and Greeks tend to think of death as bad omens…especially so soon after a war.' Listening intently to the flow of a commanding baritone, Ichigo became strangely lulled by the words as he brought the rim of a crystal glass to his lips. Transparent condensation had already formed on the sides, dripping coolly across steady fingertips as a tentative sip of icy amber-coloured liquid filled his mouth. Expecting the taste of iced green tea or apple juice to fill his moth, the orange haired teen chocked instead when iced chocolate milk slid down his throat and burned a comforting warmth through the pit of his stomach.

It was like he was six years old again, his mother had just brought him a treat after Judo practice and the winding path of the Karasu River was spreading out before them in the sunset as she held onto his hand and led him home with a gentle smile and her beautiful voice singing a lilting tune of joy. When he snapped back into reality with a lazy blink, the world abruptly shifted back into focus as he gazed down at the contents of his glass with a burning sting searing his eyes and a notable tremor shaking his hands. 'W-wha…what the hell was that?! I-I…' Ichigo couldn't form the words to explain what had happened or what he had just felt, it was too personal to share and as he looked up with hazy confusion, lightning blue eyes were gazed at him thoughtfully before a gentle hand reached across the table to guide the crystal glass back onto a solid surface before the contents could spill across a pristine tablecloth. A spark of unusual sensation was racing up Ichigo's arm where tanned skin touched his, a lump of pure emotion forming in his throat as a warm palm cupped his cheek and brushed away a shameful droplet of emotion that was clinging to the corner of his lashes. So gentle, Ichigo thought dazedly. For someone who possessed such a frightening presence, the Lord Of The Sky had a warm side to him that the orangette yearned to discover as he abruptly jerked his head back to create some distance between them and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

'I-I don't understand…I—.'

'Nectar, Ichigo. The food and drink of the gods. Humans cannot consume it without their blood turning to fire and their bones to ash, too much of it can kill a Demigod too. But for us, it is like fine wine. I assumed you knew about it, that's why you chose it. Do the gods of the East not have special food and drink for Shinigami or the Royal Guards that protect the Soul King?' Ichigo nodded dazedly, unsure if he wanted to dare another sip from the glass in case he became so lost in the warmth of that memory that he forgot his duty and what he had come to accomplish. 'It's nothing in comparison to this, however.' He noted. 'I offered Kirio-san's Onigiri to you earlier, her food and drinks are created out her reiatsu for special purposes.' Picking at a fresh bowl of strawberries to distract himself, the orange haired teen rested his right hand across Zangetsu's hilt when the smaller of two Zanpactō hummed cautiously against his soul and his throat burned needily for the rest of the Nectar. He wanted more, wanted to soothe away the lingering unrest of his emotions... 'That delicious offering scented like your home? Cherry Blossoms, ice, silk and fragrant spices…it was indeed an intoxicating sacrifice. I should have warned you, I suppose. Nectar and Ambrosia have a strange reaction on Demigods, it can draw out the most comforting memories from your soul and heal physical injury or emotional pain.'

'I'm not a Demigod,' Ichigo reminded hastily, deciding foolishly to finish the drink as he brought the glass to his lips and honour the Lord Of The House generous hospitality. This time the warmth from the assaulting memory wasn't so overwhelming. The taste of cold chocolate milk was sweet, tainting petal pink lips with a lingering warmth that brought with it a small dusting of pink across pale cheeks and a contented moan that muffled near inaudibly against the surface of crystal glass. The dancing memories of Kurosaki Masaki's warm brown hair, gentle touches and motherly affection became more nostalgic than shocking as chocolate brown eyes glanced across the table at the Lightning God through lowered lashes and relaxed back against the high back of his chair. A soothing baritone was chuckling softly at the sight, harsh blue eyes turning gentle as the older being turned his attention back to his own drink and reached for one of the strawberries that Ichigo had contemplated eating earlier. 'You are correct in one thing, you aren't a Demigod. However you were bestowed the title of Duality were you not? Between all the parts of your soul that you named: Hollow, Shinigami, Quincy…Human factored into that balance as well. It's only natural that you'll have the same reaction to Nectar and Ambrosia as a Demigod. So, perhaps little Shinigami, you shouldn't drink too much of it…you are under my protection here after all.'

'I don't wish to kill you, regardless of how addicting the taste of Nectar and Ambrosia can be.' An almost childlike whine echoed passed petal pink lips when an empty champagne glass and several other platters of golden coloured food vanished with a snap of the Lightning God's fingers. Zeus offered his young guest an apologetic smile, placating the teen's disappointment with a bowl of freshly picked strawberries and warm buttered bread. Where, to Ichigo's surprise, another glass of real chocolate milk materialized into existence by his right elbow several seconds later and a knowing twinkle danced in the depths of beautiful blue eyes. 'Better play it safe for now. Eat up, child, then get some rest. You've had a long morning, nearly being killed…dragged before the council, discovering the existence of the gods and all that.' Interrupting the older being's words with a quiet chuckle, Ichigo felt safe enough to smile ever so slightly as he cradled a juicy strawberry in the palm of his hand and twirled it between his fingertips. 'I should be upset about this, Lord Zeus.' Ichigo said, waving the red coloured fruit accusingly at the god. 'Are you making fun of me or are strawberries just a popular treat to serve guests on this side of the world?' Offering the Lord Of The Sky an appeasing smile and laughter of mirth when bewildered blue eyes burned though his soul, the orange haired teen finished his grabbed treat gratefully and savoured honey sweet syrup dripping onto his tongue.

'It doesn't matter, I suppose.' Ichigo shrugged. 'Strawberry' is the Homonym for my name; even when they are composed of two different types of kanji. Ichigo - Strawberry and Ichigo - To Protect One Thing.' Stormy blue eyes were observing the orange haired teen closely again, causing the seventeen-year-old to shift nervously in his seat when intense features furrowed with a frown before a wind nymph came to her Master's side with hurried footsteps and an urgent call. Holding her off with a wave of his hand for now, chocolate brown eyes glanced down anxiously at the spread of a proper lunch before him as the King of the Olympians stood with regal elegance and came to stand by his guest's side for several moments. Instead of jerking away when a warm palm came to rest against the top of his head affectionately, Ichigo leaned into the caress as a forefinger and thumb tipped his chin upwards and the pad of a thumb brushed away the droplet of strawberry juice that still clung the corner of luscious petal pink lips. 'A noble name, I-chi-go. You should treasure it. Such gentle eyes too. You are an enigma Kurosaki Ichigo and I am glad I've had a chance to meet you. Finish your lunch, young godling, and get some rest. This room is yours for now, we'll—.' With dawning realization, the orangette abruptly remembered what had brought him here in the first place…he was supposed to make a sacrifice to the Lord Of The Sky for protection and safe passage before—.

'I can see your questions already. But it's best not dwell on it too much, rest for now and conserve your strength. You'll know, when the time comes, what sacrifice I require of you and I'd like for you to come to me willingly then.' Blinking sleepily when warm lips brushed against the centre of his forehead, chocolate brown eyes glazed over ever so slightly as steady steps led the ethereal being towards large arched doors and Ichigo could only observe the hypnotic sway of a regal trench-coat that trailed behind his host. A heated warmth was sinking into his thoughts where a whisper of words had echoed against his forehead, it was as if the Lightning God had murmured a blessing over his soul as the orange haired teen turned his attention back to delectable spread of food in front of him and finished his lunch as commanded. The food was the best he had ever tasted, the fruit was sugary sweet and the drinks were at just the right temperature that he enjoyed…near frozen…as the lazy afternoon heat settled warmly over his shoulder and lulled his mind into a strange daze of both trepidation and a lingering contentment he had never felt before. The words the King Of Olympus had spoken to him were slowing with coming fatigue, reminding the Shinigami that he had not slept in several days just as he had barely had a chance to eat either.

Even though Shinigami souls didn't need sustenance to survive, hunger could still be felt and rest needed…just how had Zeus known that?

But it didn't matter, Ichigo thought. He was too tired to care as he stumbled over to the large fluffy bed and fell into a cool duvet that felt softer than a spread of clouds and his head sunk deeply into several feather pillows. All his concerns and obligations were melting away, a heavy darkness sweeping his consciousness away as not even Zangetsu's blades, still draped over his back and pressing against his right thigh, bothered the coming dreams that were dancing ever so softly across pale eyelids. Erratic breaths were evening out slowly, tense limbs relaxing back against a soft mattress as the orange haired teen could only remember the gentle touch that had ruffled through his hair and those haunting lightning blue eyes that were as stormy as the clouds and fiercer than the wrath of the heavens. A heated warmth was already blossoming needily in his stomach, spreading through his veins with every second that passed as a gentle breeze caressed the messy array of vibrant orange locks that was feathered across a soft pillow like a halo of sunlight. Partially concealed the rising flush that caressed pale cheeks, a quiet moan echoed hauntingly from petal pink lips as the Royal Guard of Duality missed the presence of his patron…the Lord Of The Sky. His dreams were already haunted with sweet caresses and enticing whispers in that beautiful baritone that could cut through the air like thunder but brush against his skin like a summer afternoon breeze.

'Lord Zeus,' A sleeping tenor called unconsciously, Ichigo groaning contentedly as he curled on his side and fell in a deep contented sleep. Not a single brush of warning or concern cut through the air when a regal eagle flew into the room and perched itself on the pillow beside Ichigo's head. A razor sharp beak was tugging affectionately at silky soft orange locks, sharp predator-like eyes flashing with possessiveness as the bird preened its majestic feathers and retracted its large wingspan before settling down to observe the orangette closely. And Ichigo, he slept on…his breaths blissful as his soul drifted peacefully through the clouds of his dreams and adhered itself to touch of caressing winds, flashes of lightning and intense blue eyes staring into the depths of heart and keeping watch over his safety.

1* - Dexyuaru-shin – Dual Deity (Or Deity Split Into Two Parts) Since the other Royal Guards have titles like God Of Sword, Hot Spring Demon and so forth, it's only fair that Ichigo gets a title too.

2* - Ossan – Old Man

Right, there you have it for now. Thank you so much for reading, I truly appreciate it. Please remember my writing is descriptively intense, I ask nicely that you not say thing like 'lessen your prose' my works are pieces of art and take a lot of effort to create. I cannot take away from my writing style, it's just how I am. Other than that, I'd be eternally happy if I could get a little review for my hard work, it would mean the world to me.

I'll hopefully see you again soon with Part 3 or another story.

Yours Always

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