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[Dicontinued] Fire and Ice	By : kokuchoukayou Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Fire and Ice

Author: BrucesGirl and R. Brightside

Pairings: Kurosaki Ichigo/Kuchiki Byakuya (Hints of Other Pairings)

Summary: Ichigo is called to replace Renji as Vice Captain temporarily. Sparks fly between Byakuya and Kurosaki, and they aren�t necessarily the nice sparks.

Warnings: Yaoi, UST, Angst

Disclaimer: We don�t own Bleach or Ichigo or Byakuya because we are not Kubo Tite. If we were guys, this wouldn�t be half as much fun.

Note: No incest! No worries. While Brightside-chan is a freaky little thing, BrucesGirl gets a bit squeamish on that front. The plot is growing just a little thicker, and then, we�ll be wrapping it up! There will be about 30-35 chapters. We appreciate all the love we�ve received.

BRIGHTSIDE-CHAN HAS RETURNED TO the STATES! ALL HAIL BRIGHTSIDE-CHAN!!! Ok, well, now that that�s out of my system, we will now be updating more regularly. Thanks!

Chapter 22: The Sins of the Father

They had called a meeting that next morning, something of utmost importance that just wouldn�t wait until at least the late afternoon. So grumbling, the tired residents and visitors of Seireitei grumbled their acquiescence, and climbing out of their respective beds and cocoons of warm covers, they sluggishly dressed, bathed, and ate.

The doors were shut to the visitors in the main hall, and it left a few disgruntled, angry men in the court yards, namely one Quincy with a distinct distaste for lower ranked Shinigami.

As much as Ryuken yelled and threatened, the damn guards would not move.
�You aren�t a Shinigami. You cannot enter.� �You have said that over and over again. What are you, fucking mechanical? LET ME IN.� The Quincy needed to see him. He wanted to advise him on what to do, tell him not to make stupid decisions.

Deep in his heart, he knew that Isshin wouldn�t do anything stupid, but his pride refused to accept that. He knew better than the Shinigami � he was a Quincy. �Let me the fuck in. I�ll shoot a fucking arrow through you if you don�t fucking move!�

Never had Ryuken used so many expletives � he didn�t realize this, however, for as soon as he had drawn his bow, a Zanpaktou was pointed at his throat, followed by another. �Let me through. I need to see him.�

Ishida watched from the courtyard as his father cussed at the guards, and he sighed, crossing his lithe arms over his chest. He just couldn�t believe his father had shown up here, and it agitated him severely. �You always talk about respect, Ryuken, but you refuse to afford Kurosaki-taicho any when he�s in a meeting. The man can take care of himself without you clinging to him like a schoolgirl.�

Ishida smirked at his father�s back and flipped his hand at him as he turned his back. �For that matter, why don�t you just leave? No one wants you here. You�re a nuisance.� He strode to a wooden bench in the courtyard in front of the 1st Division meeting room and sat down to patiently wait for his lover and friends to come out, his blue eyes looking up at the clear sky.

Ryuken lowered his bow, and glared at his son, the Zanpaktou lowering. His own son was comparing him to a schoolgirl. He strode forwards, and pulled Uryuu off the bench, hand fisted in the Quincy robes, and the other striking him viciously across the face.

The smug look from his eyes wasn't there - the older Quincy had always gotten a rise out of striking his son. He was evidently too furious to be pleased.

"You need to be taught respect, Uryuu. You, for one,"

Another strike.

"Do not address me by my first name. Secondly,"

Yet another.

"Lose the fucking attitude. As far as I know, you're as unwelcome as I am here. Do you think that because you're fucking a Vice Captain you're immediately treated with respect?"

Despite the darkening red on his son's cheek, he dealt another backhand.

�You�re WRONG. We�re scum to all Shinigami � ants under their feet. Do you require me to treat you further like a child and turn you over my knee, Uryuu? Because with your thinking of superiority, I am very tempted to, you ungrateful brat.� He hissed, face uncomfortably close to Ishida�s, eyes glazed with rage.

�And you being in love with Kurosaki Isshin is so different? You let him fuck you up the ass if that�s any consolation to your statements. And don�t even think I�ll ever call you anything else but by your first name. You haven�t earned the title of father, Ishida Ryuken. You don�t even deserve the Quincy name.� Ishida spat blood into his father�s face, his cobalt eyes blazing with fury.

In the back of his mind, he admired the way his father�s green eyes flashed in rage as his anger rose to a head, and he almost liked the way Ryuken�s lips were parted and panting as he attacked his own son. Ishida mentally slapped himself for admiring his own flesh and blood. Renji must have slipped him something this morning.

�If we were scum to all Shinigami, then these Shinigami would not have saved my life so many times, Ryuken. If we were scum they�d have killed you at the gate.� He leaned forward into Ryuken�s face and smirked. �Besides, fucking that Vice Captain is fun�What�s your excuse for fucking a Captain?�

"If I didn't deserve the Quincy name, Uryuu, I would never have passed it onto you. Be grateful for it, if not anything else." Ryuken wiped the blood off his face, and then forced the fingers into Uryuu's mouth. "You weren't there, Uryuu. You know what they did to your mother? DO YOU?"

His eyes watered with unshed tears at the memories. "They raped her, and made her lick her blood off their fingers. Just like this. She spat it back at them, and they tore her apart. And after they'd made me watch, they did the same to me. Kurosaki Isshin saved me and comforted me, and to this day, I'm still repaying my debt. That is why I let him."

He pulled his fingers out of Uryuu's mouth, his eyes still narrowed and shimmering with tears. "You didn't see the slaughter, Uryuu. You should be grateful for that above all else."

Ishida jerked his mouth away from his father�s fingers, but not before he�d allowed his tongue to swipe over them sensually, cleaning away his own blood without a care in the world. It was his blood after all. He glared at his father and pushed his hand away from his own robes and smoothed them out.

�Does he know that it�s just a debt you�re repaying? He looks at you the same way Kurosaki looks at Byakuya.� Ishida glared at his father. �If you laugh at that, then you are lower than the bastards that killed my mother.� He smoothed out his robes a bit more and then glared pointedly at Ryuken.

�You know, Ryuken, the only reason you take this out on me is because Isshin-san owns your ass and you hate it.� He leaned forward, his lips ghosting breath over his father�s ear. �You love picking on me don�t you? Does it get you hard, Ryuken?� Ishida stepped back, his blue eyes filled with ice. �You disgust me.�

Ryuken merely quirked a brow at Ishida's statement. Ryuken merely quirked a brow at Ishida's statement. "As a matter of fact, I don't, Uryuu. But I need to put you in line, because no-one else will." He pulled a cloth from his pocket, and wiped his son's saliva off his fingers.

"And you act as if you want me to get hard, Uryuu. Is that what you truly fantasize, when you're with that Shinigami? That it's me violating you, putting you through agony?" Ryuken turned away from Ishida, and spoke as he walked back towards the door.

"You should be disgusted at yourself for thinking of me at all in that manner, Uryuu. You are my son, after all." He stood in front of the doors, and the guards held their Zanpaktou over the handle, but seemed too terrified at the display of violence of the Quincy to stop him listening through the door.

The blue eyes widened, not quite believing that his father was capable of saying something so horrible, and he clenched his fists and looked away, his jaw setting and brows furrowing in anger. �You are a bastard.� He growled softly. �You don�t know anything about Abarai-kun, and if you did, you�d never disrespect him�or me�in such a manner.�

The guards suddenly snapped their gazes up as a beautiful, golden bow appeared on the boy�s arm, making him seem suddenly menacing. He drew a perfect blue arrow and aimed it at his father�s heart, and snarled at him. �Turn around. Unlike you, I wouldn�t shoot someone in the back.�

Just as he prepared to release the arrow, the doors to the meeting opened, and a very unhappy group of captains and vice captains blinked at the situation.

�Oh my.� Jyuushiro whispered. Isshin�s brows met, and Byakuya felt the urge to roll his eyes. Isshin stepped forward and looked from father to son and shrugged. �It�s your problem, Ishida-kun. He�s your son.� And no one stepped between father and son.

Ryuken turned, rose his own bow, pulling back an arrow identical to Ishida's. "If you don't want disrespect, Uryuu, then don't give it. I will treat you as you treat me. Now put your bow down, this argument is over. Or do you have enough guts to shoot me, Uryuu? Do you really despise me that much?"

His eyes showed a part to his sentence he had never said aloud. 'Do you have enough guts to kill the last person that loves you?' Suddenly, Ryuken softened, and he held his bow aside, exposing his torso to his son. "Kill me, if you think I deserve it enough. Simply denying you training with me made you cold, Uryuu. This cold?"

Ishida didn�t cry. However, from behind Ryuken, Renji could clearly see that his eyes were glassing over, and if his rage took that step, the red head knew that Ishida would kill his father without blinking.

Despite Byakuya and Ichigo both giving him a disapproving look, Renji stepped out from behind Ryuken and then stepped in front of him, close enough so that the Quincy could smell the patchuloui soap that Renji had used to bathe with that morning, making him smell like the evening rain. ��Shida�stop.� He spoke in a gentle, soothing voice. �He�s your dad. C�mon.�

He stepped forward, and Ishida raised his bow slightly higher, his eyes narrowing. �What do you know about it, Renji!?� He demanded. The next whisper from Renji diffused the situation and made Ishida lower his bow.

��Cause if I had a dad, I wouldn�t waste my time bein� pissed off about the past. I�d be more worried about the time I got left.�

Ryuken's bow disapeared in his hand, and he looked over Renji's shoulder at his son, his eyes glazed with tears. He pushed down the urge to embrace him, his pride refusing to let him stoop that low. He walked around Renji, and put his hand on Ishida's shoulder, glad that no-one could see the tear that slipped down his cheek.

"I'm sorry. For all I've done. Forgive me, my son." He murmured this into Ishida's ear, his voice wavering and low enough so that no-one else could hear. The tear hung on his jaw for a moment, and then dropped onto his son's shoulder. The older Quincy walked away, the tears flowing freely but his shoulders not shaking.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd cried - maybe the last letter he had sent to Isshin, fifteen years ago, had been the last one to be littered with stains of water, marked off as an accidental spill in the final note.

The one to bound after Ryuken was t least expected one. Isshin watched as Renji smiled slightly at Ishida, as if though comforting him before coming to walk next to the elder Quincy, his steps sure and measures as they always were, his face content and relaxed. Truth be told, he actually liked Ryuken from what he�d seen so far.

�Ya know, ya two are just �like. �Shida�s stubborn. You�re stubborn. It makes sense, right?� They rounded the corner away from the offices, and Renji looked to the man, and suddenly, a war callused hand rose and wiped away the tears on the closest cheek with the soft pad of his thumb. �You even look the same when you�re pissed. It�s kinda funny.�

Renji paused in his tracks, his eyes suddenly turning sad. �They�re not letting �Shida stay here.� The red head tried to keep his voice light, but pain swirled in the depths of his garnet eyes. �But I guess I�m well enough to stick around, so I gotta stay. Do me a favor, Ryukun-san?� Renji bit back a break in his voice. �Please take care of �Shida. He don�t know yet.�

Ryuken gently pushed his glasses up his nose, ignoring the tears and the Shinigami that walked beside him. Although, it took all he had not to start sobbing when Renji told him to take care of his son. He didn't know how. He'd spent so long ignoring him that he didn't know how to take care of him.

He took his glasses off, something he rarely did in front of people, and covered his eyes with his hand. "I'll try my best." He murmured softly, his voice trembling. His hand moved toward his mouth, desperately trying to hold back the flood of tears. The dam of stoicism was creaking under the flow of powerful emotion, and Ryuken found that he'd have to cry sooner rather than later.

"Don't... don't break his heart. Please. He wants to stay here for you." The older Quincy turned away, desperately looking for somewhere to cry alone. "I-I... need to go." He murmured softly, walking faster than he needed to towards the forest. He leant against a tree a good ways away, and let out all his tears, crying for his family, for himself, for Isshin - and most of all, for his son.

Renji debated on following. He stood for a moment, and when he finally shoved down his concerns, he followed quietly after Ryuken, and he at least found him against a tree, crying harder than Renji had ever seen a man cry before.

He only hesitated for a minute before he crouched in front of the elder Quincy and then, ignoring any protests, he hauled the man to his chest and buried his nose in the pale hair, forcing Ryuken�s, face and lips against his neck. This always comforted Ishida when he was angry or stressed�he wondered if it would be the same for his father. Renji didn�t say anything.

Nothing needed to be said.

When he looked up and saw Isshin�s gentle, chocolate eyes staring down at him, he offered a sad glance, and Isshin relented and sat down behind his lover, his hands gently going to his back and stroking in smooth circles. Renji wanted to cry�but for his own pride and the sake of his lover, he remained stoic�undoubtedly something he�d learned from Byakuya after decades of serving him.

Ryuken continued to sob, fists clenching against Renji's shoulders. How dare this Shinigami simply pull him against his chest, forcing him to cry there? Miserably, he couldn't even stop his tears, the emotion he had kept pent up for so long unrelenting in it's flow.

Even his lover's touch, something he cherished, couldn't calm him, and he found it almost alarming. His throat became too dry to sob after what seemed like an eternity, and he went lax against Renji, wanting nothing more than to be in Isshin's arms, but feeling too drained to push the red-head away.

He couldn't remember crying in front of Isshin before - perhaps after he had been raped, he had done, but the recollection of that time was hazy and incomplete. His eyes closed, and his voice was dry and wavering. "Thank you."

A bright blush came to Renji�s cheeks, much to the amusement of Isshin, and he helped Ryuken slide into his lover�s arms and scratched the back of his head. �A-anou�it�s nothin� really. I�need to find �Shida and let him know that the gate will be open for �em tomorrow to leave.� He stood and brushed himself and was gone in a flash step, making Isshin smile absently.

The kid wasn�t half bad for a street bred mongrel. �Ne, Ryuken�are you alright?� He asked quietly. He pulled the pale haired man against his chest and sat back against the tree, his breath coming warmly and easily.

�A lot of hard decisions were made today, but they aren�t horrible. Uryuu will move on, and Renji will continue to be Byakuya�s Vice Captain until it�s his turn to wear the coat.� He stroked his lover�s hair and sighed. �Is it true�that you�re just repaying a debt?� He whispered against Ryuken�s temple.

�Uryuu was telling Ichigo�I overheard�Do you�not love me at all? Do you hate me for taking you when you told me to stop?�

Ryuken's blood ran cold as Isshin spoke, and a wave of emptiness flooded through him. He didn't know how to explain that. "It started off as a debt. We both know that." His hands ran through Isshin's hair, curling up against his lover. He felt so small.

"It's grown to more than that. I will be repaying this debt until the day I die, but I could have stopped long ago. And it's not just the Quincy pride that keeps me beside you. It's the love I feel for you, Isshin." It was then that Ryuken realized that the Shinigami would live for all eternity... and he himself only had a decade or so until his death.

Quincy were mortal, after all. It was that that started the new wave of tears, Ryuken's usual stoicism shattered and close to irreparable. Not only was he mortal... but Isshin would move on once he died. It sickened him to think of his lover with another person, but he knew it was likely to happen.

�Ah, shit!� Isshin suddenly pulled Ryuken hard up against him and purred softly. �I didn�t mean to make your ass cry again.� He tilted Ryuken�s mouth up and did the only thing he knew how to do. He comforted Ryuken with a deep, soulful kiss that conveyed all his lover and his care to him.

Mistaking Ryuken�s musings for hurt over what he�d said, Isshin immediately forgave any transgressions and was petting his lover and hushing him into comfort against his body as he pressed fervent kisses to his face, neck, and shoulders.

�Gomen, Ryuken� I didn�t mean to make you cry.� God he was such a sap. Ichigo would have been laughing at his father to see him coddling and comforting Ishida�s old man against his chest as if though he were Karin after she stubbed her toe as a baby.

Ryuken's tears slowed, the sobs shaking him softly as he pressed himself tight against Isshin. He didn't have the heart to make Isshin promise. He didn't have the guts to beg to stay in Soul Society, so he could spend the rest of Isshin's lifetime with him. He didn't have the selfishness to kill himself while he was still happy.

Ryuken eventually went silent, the tears streaking his face as his throat set itself alight, the sobs that couldn't rise clogging up all other words. Although, he traced what he wanted to say onto Isshin's chest, hand otherwise lifeless. 'Don't leave me.' His hand paused, and then wrote again. 'Onegai.'

Isshin watched in fascination at the words, and when he comprehended the meaning, his eyes softened, and he pressed gentle kisses to Ryuken�s shoulder and exposed neck and temple. His fingers found the palm of Ryuken�s hand, and he wrote one, beautiful Kanji that portrayed every feeling he�d ever had for the Quincy.

�Aishiteru.� Why would Ryuken be afraid of losing him now? After all these years apart, it should have been easy to walk away, but even Isshin felt his throat constrict at the idea of leaving his lover behind.

�Never� He growled fiercely. �I�ll never leave you. � He couldn�t stand the thought of the man without him or worse, in the arms of another lover. �You are mine.� Isshin declared softly into the Quincy�s soft hair. �No one else�no one can have you.�

Ryuken trembled softly in Isshin's arms, and he wrapped his own around his lover's neck. He took one, shaky exhale, and looked up into the dark chestnut eyes of his lover. He pushed his lips against the Shinigami's, pouring the rest of the emotion that would have been tears into the kiss.

He didn't want to leave.

He had to leave.

He didn't want to die.

He had to.

Any way to stay with both his son and his lover... he'd give anything. He curled against Isshin, the words leaving his lips before he fell into unconsciousness. "I don't want to die."

Up Next: Chapter 23: The Deal with the Devil

Ryuken's eyes narrowed at Mayuri, quite sure he'd seen him somewhere before. And then, it all clicked. His eyes widened in alarm, the voice ringing alarm bells in his mind. "You..." His wife's rapist. His rapist. "Keep away from me."

�I don�t have time for this.� Mayuri growled. He clamped one strong hand around the Quincy�s ankle and maneuvered him forcefully on the table, and he growled at him. �I�m not trying to have sex with you, Quincy. I�m trying to give a prostate exam. Would you kindly shut up before I cut your tongue out? Tongues aren�t required for my experiments, you know.�

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