Strawberry and Hollow | By : Demonized Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Ichigo goes quiet at the look of pure joy and contentment that appears on the hollowfied Zanpakutō spirit's face just from calling him by his name, and guilt worms its way through his heart. Zangetsu had tried to tell him before, back when Ichigo had to face him and get him under control with help from the Visored, but Ichigo hadn't believed him then–hadn't wanted to believe him at all. Worse yet, Ichigo had only thought of Zangetsu as something to use as if he had been nothing more than a tool, making him no better than Kenpachi when they had first met.
"Stop tha'," Zangetsu says abruptly and in a sharp tone, snapping Ichigo out of his thoughts. The hollowfied Zanpakutō spirit still isn't looking at him but he's scowling now. "Ya ruined th' moment," he adds with a huff and opens his eyes, the silver of his irises glinting as he finally looks toward Ichigo.
"Sorry," Ichigo says almost reflexively and he grimaces as Zangetsu narrows his eyes into a glare. "No, really, I am. I-"
"It's fine, King," Zangetsu interrupts in a tone that reeks of exasperation. "I'm not gonna hold any of it against ya because a lot of it wasn't yer fault. Ya can't help what ya didn't know, and if ya want someone t' blame fer that then ya can blame the old man, or yer pops or even geta-bōshi. They were th' ones keepin' ya in th' dark fer so long."
"Ignorance doesn't excuse the fact that I refused to believe you when you tried to tell me the truth," Ichigo admits softly and bows his head as he looks down at his lap where his fingers have started twisting into the fabric of his hakama. "If I had known sooner…"
"Ya know they wouldn'a told ya anythin' 'bout yer origins any sooner, so dwellin' on th' what-ifs won't do ya any good. All ya can do is move forward." Zangetsu is right, of course, but it doesn't change how Ichigo feels. If anything, it makes him feel worse. As if sensing this Zangetsu sighs and then there's a whisper of rustling fabric followed by-
"Ow!" Ichigo jerks back as pain erupts in the center of his forehead, his eyes squeezing shut in reaction. He reaches up and rubs his finger over the spot, forcing one eye open to glare at Zangetsu. "What the hell was that for?"
"That was fer being yer usual broody self an' makin' it cloudy in here again," Zangetsu answers flatly as he motions towards the sky above them. "I hate th' rain too, King, and it rains in here more often than not."
Ichigo spares a glance up at the sky that is now mottled with clouds, their bottoms a light grey at the moment. He frowns and rubs at his forehead again, the pain subsiding quickly enough. "You didn't need to pluck me," he all but grumbles as he shifts his gaze back to Zangetsu.
"Sure I did, King," Zangetsu responds with a slight smirk, his irises glinting again. "It's better'n me kickin' yer ass fer thinkin' yer gonna be fighting those damn Quincies on yer own. Ya have yer friends, ya have th' old man, and-"
"I have you too, Zangetsu," Ichigo says softly as he lets his hand drop back down to his lap, both eyes open now. "You're right."
"'Course I'm right, King," Zangetsu says a little too boastfully and his smirk widens into a grin that shows his teeth. "Now get goin'."
"We're not done talking," Ichigo points out with a faint frown.
"Yeah, we are," Zangetsu says with an air of finality, and Ichigo is promptly ejected from his inner world before he can argue with the hollowfied Zanpakutō spirit any further.
Ichigo comes back to his body and frowns down at the black Khyber charay laying across his lap. He's not satisfied with leaving their conversation, or whatever the hell it's supposed to be, unfinished but he gets the distinct feeling that pressing for more will only end up with him and Zangetsu fighting. He doesn't want to fight with him, at least not how they've fought before, but Zangetsu also seems to not want to talk with him either. At least not with words.
"Stubborn," Ichigo mutters under his breath as he traces a finger along Zangetsu's spine. He stops once he reaches the tang, which still needs to be properly wrapped, and sighs. If it's the only way to convey everything that he wants to say to Zangetsu then there's really no other choice. Letting his hand come to rest over part of the hollowed out portion of Zangetsu, Ichigo sinks back into jinzen.
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