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The Heart in My Hand	By : chayron Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 23
- 24
- 25
The Heart in My Hand
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Ash
Part 24
It was time to leave Hueco Mundo. Ichigo had already stayed much longer than he had intended. He, in fact, would have liked to stay even longer but his life in the Human World had to continue as it always had: he had studies, family and friends to attend to. Besides, there was nowhere to stay in Hueco Mundo – Ulquiorra Cifer, the king of Hueco Mundo, was currently homeless and only had a tree and a bed at his disposal.
“Utter drivel,” Ulquiorra retorted when the redhead had pointed this out.
“Don’t you start with this ‘My home is all of Hueco Mundo’ crap again,” Ichigo told him. “It’s the same as if I lived on the streets saying that the whole Living World is my home.”
“It basically is, isn’t it?”
“No, it’s not!”
“Alright. So what you want to say is that unless I have a house, you will not stay?”
“Ugh. That is not what I meant, but a house would be nice, yes. But even if you had a house, I’d still need to return. I’ve got university to attend, my family is probably worried, and I still have to report to Kuchiki.”
Ulquiorra’s face was clearly showing that he was displeased and even upset. “Alright,” he said reluctantly. “When are you returning?”
“As soon a-” Ichigo trailed off. “Hey, why don’t you go with me? It’s not like you’re forbidden from entering the Living World? You’re only to stay away from the Soul Society, right?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to come with me, then? I’m sure Karin and Yuzu will be glad to see you. You can also go to Urahara Shop to train or take a bath there.”
Ulquiorra needed only a fraction of a second to make his decision. “Yes, I will go,” he said, motioning in Grimmjow’s general direction to catch his attention. “You are in charge now,” he told the Arrancar.
Jaegerjaquez gave them a confused look. “What?”
“You are the king now,” Cifer repeated. “Rejoice. I’m going to the Human World.”
“You what? For how long?”
“I…” Ulquiorra glanced at Ichigo. “How long?”
Ichigo shrugged. “Until you piss someone off?”
“You heard him,” Ulquiorra told Grimmjow. “Make sure to build a house by the time of my return.”
“A house? Fuck you!” Grimmjow spat. “Build one yourself! With a terrace and a hearth and a fucking white fence! No, seriously, fuck you! Who the fuck do you think you are?!”
“Want me to remind you?” Ulquiorra offered, his eyes burning an intense green color.
Jaegerjaquez’s mouth closed, his lips stretching into a creepy smile. “No, my Lord. It’s not necessary. The house will be built by your return.”
“Splendid. Then let us not delay our departure any further.”
Grimmjow turned to go. Once he thought he was out of earshot he let out a stream of curses and threats.
“I suppose he’s wishing you a safe journey,” Ichigo said, watching the livid Arrancar’s back. “You sure you want to annoy him so much? He’s definitely going to try to kill you once you return.”
“Worried?”
“Of course I am!”
“There is no need. He will soon realize that he has no place to hang around either.”
“Huh… You mean you two will be shacking up again?”
The term was one of the many that Ulquiorra had nearly failed to grasp. Ichigo often used phrases that he struggled to decipher and attach the intended meaning to.
“I am glad that you are feeling jealous.”
“I’m what? Ugh. This was just… Ugh… Never mind. Let’s just go.”
“Before we go, there is something I need to give you,” Ulquiorra said, pulling out a small, black box out of his right pocket.
At the sight of a smooth, square box in Ulquiorra’s hand, Ichigo nearly went into shock. It was clearly a ring box. His mind suddenly started somersaulting while his heart went somewhere south into his stomach or knees and his jaw became immobile. This was so sudden! Ulquiorra hadn’t given any thought to this! They’d just slept together once! Well, technically, three or four times, but all of them happened over a very short period of time! They barely knew each other! He liked Ulquiorra, true, but what did he know about him? Just tiny bits of random information, of what he liked and disliked, of how he operated. Well, he knew some things apparently. In fact, he knew what to expect of him. Not this time apparently – this took him completely by surprise. Not that it was a bad surprise. It actually felt pleasant, flattering. He might think about it. Yes, he needed some time to think about it. Perhaps this wasn’t such a shocking proposal.
Ulquiorra opened the black box and watched Ichigo’s face turn slack. It was changing colors so quickly that it was as if he was watching a kaleidoscope.
“You were obviously expecting something else,” he said, holding his hand out for the black butterfly to perch on. “I think I know what it was,” he added and was amused to note the redhead flinch. “I thought that the usual reiatsu swap would be enough. Yet, if you wish, I can have the rings made for your next return. It would be my pleasure.”
“No!” Ichigo nearly shouted, putting his hands up. His face was still burning. “No,” he repeated more calmly. “It’s too early for that. It’s… Oh gods, I’m begging you to just forget this ever happened.”
Ulquiorra grinned. “I certainly will not.”
“Anyway, where did you get the butterfly from?” Ichigo asked, ignoring him.
“Abarai left it for you. He said to return it to him once you visit Soul Society. He also said that no one would notice that it had been missing for a few days.”
“Yeah, as if.”
“It’s yours now. Hold your hand up.”
Ichigo did and watched the butterfly flutter its wings, rise into the air and exchange Ulquiorra’s hand for his. So graceful and elegant.
“Make sure you don’t keep it too long as it requires a special and diligent care.”
“Yep, I promise.”
Ulquiorra wanted to tell him that he didn’t need his promise as he didn’t care about the butterfly but only shrugged. A dead butterfly would get Abarai in trouble and, as Ichigo had explained to him previously, Abarai in trouble meant an unhappy Ichigo.
_ _ _
Isshin Kurosaki knew the exact moment Ulquiorra Cifer stepped into his house. The Arrancar, or whatever he now was, arrived with his reiatsu demonstratively on. He wasn’t flaunting it and it didn’t feel threatening. It sent a clear message – I’m here. It was, perhaps, what Cifer considered to be common courtesy.
Isshin wasn’t surprised about Ulquiorra returning with his son. After Cifer had left to Soul Society to destroy Mayuri Kurotsuchi’s laboratory and was then imprisoned and put on trial, Kurosaki had felt some kind of closure had been missing. Isshin, however, hadn’t been happy about Ichigo being sent to Hueco Mundo to investigate the incidents with the Hollows. There was something off between his son and Cifer, and even if Isshin was grateful to Cifer for saving his daughters, he still didn’t want him to be here, under the same roof as Ichigo. Isshin had an inkling why exactly there was something “off” or perhaps “on” between them.
Isshin wanted to hear what they had discovered in Hueco Mundo. He knew that Abarai had already returned, but the information of what had happened in Hueco Mundo hadn’t reached Urahara and, in turn, him. He looked at his watch – he still had two hours until the last patient; not counting the neighbor whose upper arm he was taking plaster off. There were three more appointments. One patient was already sitting in the waiting room.
On the other side of the house, Ichigo checked the clock above the kitchen door as well. “Well, it’s still a couple of hours until he finishes work. Uh… Want to watch TV or something?”
“No. I’m hungry. I will go look for some Hollows.”
Ichigo wondered why he didn’t feel as repulsed as he thought he should be. How could one get used to this kind of gruesome thing?
“Don’t they disappear when you cut them down with your Zanpakuto?”
“I don’t need a Zanpakuto to kill a Hollow.”
That was true. Ulquiorra could freeze and squash them on the spot with his reiatsu alone.
“But how do you…uhh…cut them to pieces?”
“They don’t disappear if they are already dead.”
“Oh. I see. Well, good luck on your hunt. I’ll text Yuzu. She might want me to go grocery shopping or start preparing dinner. Ah, wait, I can’t. Kon is off somewhere with my body again. Well, I’ll just see what needs to be done here.”
“Alright.”
Nori had been taking a nap behind the couch in the living room when Ichigo and Ulquiorra arrived. The cat hesitated at first, but soon the source of the intimidating energy disappeared and she left her hiding spot.
“…already returning?” Ichigo was saying into his phone. “Yeah, I can do that. Sure. Large or small chunks? Yeah. What about the cucumber? I-hyiiiiiii!” he shrieked when the cat started rubbing herself against his legs. “No, no, everything’s alright!” Ichigo panted into the phone. “It’s just Nori. She’s startled me and I nearly kicked her across the living room.” He bent down to pet the cat. “Yeah, see you soon.” He hung up, put the phone away and picked up the kitten. During these past months Nori had gained a lot of weight and was on her way into turning into a beautiful young cat.
Kon, in Ichigo’s body, returned when he was almost done with the vegetables. The Modified Soul started telling Ichigo about his incredibly successful date with Orihime at once. Ichigo, meanwhile, just kept quiet. He felt so uncomfortable that he considered not returning to his body until morning. In the end, however, they switched and Ichigo summarized the latest events of Kawaguchi’s plan in Hueco Mundo. His sisters soon returned as well and they all concentrated on churning out dinner.
Isshin saw off his last patient for the day, washed his hands, got his documents and desk in order, hung his white coat on a hook next to the door leading to the living room, washed his hands again and opened it.
Ichigo and Karin were setting the table. Yuzu was at the stove, almost done with dinner. Ulquiorra was frying his usual Hollow steaks; there was already a nearly full platter next to him. Nori and Kon were playfully wrestling on the sofa.
“Oh, Dad! Food’s nearly done!” Ichigo said at the sight of him entering the living room. “I…uh…invited Ulquiorra to stay with us for a few days. I hope you don’t mind?”
Isshin looked at Cifer. The current king of Hueco Mundo still insisted on wearing his common Arrancar attire even though he was hardly one. “No, not at all,” he said after a pause that had nearly turned awkward. “You’re welcome to stay.”
Cifer nodded, accepting the invitation. He could easily tell, however, that the welcome was reluctant. The eldest Kurosaki was wary of him. Ulquiorra wondered why since he didn’t think he had done anything to warrant it recently.
They had a peaceful dinner with everyone chatting away. Isshin absorbed the news from Hueco Mundo and realized that he had to be grateful to Cifer for his son’s life as well. He mentally congratulated himself on being a courteous host. Apparently, for better or worse, there was no escaping Cifer. Isshin was also quick to see that the thing between his son and Cifer had shifted in the direction he hadn’t wanted it to. It was quite obvious from the way Ichigo acted: an occasional glance, an occasional blush; it was even worse than when he had been going out with Orihime. Cifer, on the other hand, wasn’t as apparent and seemed to act as he always had.
Ulquiorra listened to the chitchat while chewing on his steaks. The familiar smell coming from Ichigo’s body annoyed him. He was suppressing the urge to tear the plushy Kon thing into pieces. He also felt an irrational impulse to smack Ichigo’s Human body around just because he could. Finally, the family had some tea and biscuits for dessert and then dispersed to their rooms.
Kon followed Ichigo and Ulquiorra into the redhead’s. He grew suspicious when Ichigo didn’t show any intention of spreading a spare futon on the floor; he had already changed for the night and brushed his teeth and Ulquiorra was still sitting on the bed, reading about something on his phone.
“You aren’t going to sleep in one bed with him, are you?” Kon whispered when Ichigo returned to his room after having taken a shower.
“We are,” Ulquiorra said, lowering the phone onto his lap. “It…”
“It’s a bit too late to worry about that,” Ichigo said, patting Kon on his plushy head. “We are kind of…going out, I suppose?”
Kon was speechless for a few seconds. He stared at Ichigo and, to his horror, saw Ichigo blush. To sleep with a Hollow was one, even an awful thing, but to actually say that they were a couple… Had Ichigo suffered brain damage?
“Is he forcing you? What did he do to you? Why did you…?”
A sudden shift in Ulquiorra’s reiatsu made Kon fall silent. It didn’t go up, but the neutral energy had suddenly acquired an aggressive, dangerous shade. Uncertain, Ichigo watched Cifer approach the Modified Soul. Technically, there wasn’t much that Ulquiorra could do to it. Even if he chose to destroy it, he couldn’t do it here as raising his reiatsu would kill most of his family and neighbors. The redhead didn’t think it would come to that for even a moment.
Ulquiorra snatched the Modified Soul by one plushy paw and raised its body into the air. “You’ve got some nerve,” he hissed, his previously suppressed anger now in full bloom. “You return smelling like that big-breasted woman and you dare meddle in my affairs? I will destroy you if you take Ichigo’s body to fuck her again.”
It was a promise that Cifer was going to keep. That much had become obvious for Kon even before he hit the floor. He got to his feet. He had an urge to tell Ulquiorra that he had no right to order him around but Ichigo’s silence was a good indicator than he actually did.
“Yes, about that,” Ichigo said finally. “I wanted to ask you not to do that as well. I would really appreciate it if you ended it with her or at least not go to her in my body. It’s become really unpleasant.”
Kon’s button eyes glared at the redhead with rage, but he had sensed it coming a while ago. There was something abnormal in their relationship no matter how many excuses he or Orihime had come up with.
“I got it!” Kon shrieked suddenly. “I fucking got it! I got it!” he repeated one more time, running out of the door and slamming it shut.
“Uh…” Ichigo muttered, locking the door. “That didn’t go so well.”
Ulquiorra turned to him. He was of the opinion that it actually did. He was also serious about destroying the Modified Soul no matter what Ichigo said or thought; he wasn’t going to allow anyone to touch what was his. Even if he wasn’t very fond of Ichigo’s useless Human body, it was still part of Kurosaki and, in turn, his. Besides, there was no way the redhead hadn’t been bothered by his body leading a double life; it simply didn’t make any sense.
Ulquiorra willed his clothes away and walked back to the bed. While wondering if it would hold his spiritual form, he put the phone on the nightstand.
Ichigo watched the naked man walking about and his mind went straight down into the gutter. He suddenly found himself thinking of that placid cock puffing out and going up his ass, about Ulquiorra’s hands stroking him.
Cifer turned to look at the younger male. He could sense and even smell his arousal. That was somewhat surprising. “I thought it would take more time for you to… After what happened in Hueco Mundo.”
Ichigo’s face flushed red, wanting to pretend he had no idea what Cifer was talking about, yet he knew it was useless; even the front of his underwear was tented.
“Well, apparently, I’m a complete slut.”
Ulquiorra chuckled. He motioned for Ichigo to climb into the bed. Ichigo did that in a blink.
“We’ll have to be real quiet,” he said, leaning in to kiss Ulquiorra.
Cifer grinned. “You mean you will have to be quiet.”
“Mmm…?”
Ulquiorra didn’t bother explaining. He, however, wasn’t sure this was a good idea as he had never done anything like this with a living body. Perhaps they shouldn’t do this. Yet, with Ichigo kissing him and already having crawled on top of him, he was very reluctant to say anything. Besides, they had already done as much earlier, with Ichigo in his body. He just needed to make sure to keep his strength in check.
Surprisingly, Ichigo’s unique smell was stronger when he was in his body. It kept intensifying while Ichigo was squirming out of his underwear then straddling his thighs and then wiggling into his lap. Ulquiorra was extremely pleased by his eagerness. Both of their cocks were already at attention. Ichigo shifted even closer to Ulquiorra. Their cocks weren’t at the same level but Ichigo started rubbing his hand over their lengths and heads.
Cifer watched him work from under half-lidded eyes. It felt good to have the redhead show him attention. He also hoped that soon he would receive some fellatio. To get there, though, he should probably show an example first.
Ulquiorra’s hands slid over Ichigo’s shoulders then back and set on his waist. They smoothed his waist and the small of his back then went for his ass and squeezed rather painfully. Taking it as some kind of warning, Ichigo stopped what he was doing.
“What?”
“Mm?”
There was obviously some miscommunication going on, but Ulquiorra decided that he would deal with more urgent matters first: he was hard and throbbing and Ichigo was right in front of him. He grabbed the man by his shoulders and pushed him off himself and on his back, the footboard missing the back of the redhead’s head by only a couple of millimeters. Ichigo shrieked as if he had actually hit it. Not certain what happened, Cifer grabbed him by his upper arms and lifted him off the mattress again. That resulted in Ichigo kneeing him in the stomach. It didn’t hurt, but, confused, Ulquiorra pulled away suddenly, and the bed gave out with a loud crash. He sank into it while Ichigo tumbled onto the floor.
“Fuck,” Ichigo summed up, soothing his bruised body. He watched Cifer dig himself out of the mattress. The man was giving him a confused look. “Uh… I’m sorry, but that kinda hurt. A lot.”
Confusion on Cifer’s face cleared at the sight of angry, red marks on Ichigo’s shoulders and arms. Just as he had suspected, a Human body was too fragile. There was no way he could satiate his lust without breaking it.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
“Is everything alright in there?” came Isshin’s voice. The door handle moved.
“Uh. Yeah,” Ichigo said, thanking himself for having locked the door; the two of them were stark naked. “The bed broke. We’ll… I’ll just put the mattress on the floor and sleep like that tonight.”
For a couple of moments, it was silent behind the door. “Oh. Alright,” the eldest Kurosaki finally said. “Goodnight.”
Ichigo and Ulquiorra met each other’s eyes.
“If you are not going to leave this useless body of yours then it’s really best to just go to sleep.”
“Yeah,” Ichigo agreed. “I don’t think it was a very good idea. I have a feeling you’d rip me in half.”
“I was trying to be gentle.”
“You were? Oh. Uh… Well, you’ve got to work a bit more on that.”
“Yes.”
_ _ _
“Ulquiorra!”
His son’s screeching, exasperated voice reached Isshin even in his clinic. It didn’t sound alarming but was still rather disconcerting. With an annoyed sigh, he left his chair and headed for the door. Karin and Yuzu had left for school about an hour ago, but Ichigo’s lectures started later and he was still hanging around the house.
Isshin opened the door and peered into the living room. The sight that opened before his eyes made him freeze in the doorway.
“Let me finish washing the dishes!” Ichigo grunted out, trying to push Ulquiorra away. The other man had his son trapped against the table with both of his arms fencing him in and wasn’t budging out of the place.
“Will you finally leave this useless body of yours?”
“I won’t! I told you I have to go to university!”
“Why?”
Ichigo grunted. “Because that’s how things work here. I have to study and get a degree. Let me wash the damn dishes now.”
“I can wash them later,” Ulquiorra said. “Leave your body.”
“No.”
The half of Ulquiorra’s face that Isshin was able to see looked rather pissed off. Then the man’s right hand slid down to palm his son’s buttock; Ichigo’s plain rejection had made him change tactics.
“Why are you refusing? You clearly want it.”
“Yes, but not now. When I…” Ichigo’s eye caught his father’s profile in the doorway and his body went rigid. “D-Dad,” he stuttered, trying to push Ulquiorra off him with renewed vigor. The other man leaned away but didn’t step back. “Let go, for gods’ sakes!”
Instead of letting him go, Ulquiorra turned to the eldest Kurosaki. He had sensed the man watching them a while ago, but had failed to see the importance of that. Yet now he was awash with very unpleasant feelings that had originated from both Ichigo and his father. Ichigo was in a state of confusion and something else that felt rather disgusting while the eldest Kurosaki’s energy was starting to aggressively swirl and rise in anger. Their eyes locked.
Cifer’s eyes had narrowed threateningly. He moved away from the table, letting Ichigo go before it could become too much for his Human body to handle. Ichigo’s heart was hammering loudly and he was about to die from mortification. It took him a moment to notice the dangerous tension between Ulquiorra and his father.
“Oh, no! No, no!” he repeated, trying to push Cifer in the opposite direction of his father. “No! Let’s all calm down here!”
Isshin had half-expected Cifer to fling his son across the room, out of his way, but the man didn’t do that. Instead, he lifted his arm with Ichigo hanging on it and half-dragged, half-carried him to the sofa.
“Sit,” he said, trying to shake the redhead off onto the sofa as gently as possible.
“Sit yourself!” Ichigo snapped at him, still clinging to his arm. “Am I a fucking dog to you or what? Don’t you even think of fighting him! The fuck’s wrong with you two?” he yelled, turning back to Isshin.
The scene in front of him was so incredible that Isshin had suddenly lost all will to argue or prove anything. He turned around and went back into his office.
“Ichigo, come here for a second,” he said over his shoulder.
Ichigo stood still for a few moments, then looked at Ulquiorra, who had stopped trying to shake him off. “You…” he hissed.
“Me?” Ulquiorra wondered, oblivious to the drama around him. “He was the one who threatened me.”
“That wasn’t a threat!” Ichigo grunted, letting go of Ulquiorra’s arm.
“Then what was it?”
“Ughhh… I’ll tell you later. I’ll go talk to him now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me if he does anything to you.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sakes! Nobody’s going to do anything to me!”
Ichigo went to his father’s office and closed the door behind him. Isshin swiveled in his chair to face him. He motioned for his son to come closer then repeated the gesture as Ichigo stopped too far away from him. He reached out to his son’s right arm.
“What are these?” he said, pointing at blue fingerprints there. “Here too,” he said, tracing the marks on the other arm. He rolled up the T-shirt’s sleeve and found more bruises on his son’s shoulder.
Ichigo glanced at where he was pointing. “Oh. These…” It suddenly came to the redhead why his father had reacted in the living room like he had. “Ugh. It’s not what you’re thinking. He…”
Ichigo’s face suddenly exploded in such a bright red color that Isshin felt uncomfortable holding his arm and let go. He closed his eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts.
“Ichigo. Don’t let him do anything while you’re in your body. No matter how hard he tries, it’s impossible for him to keep his strength in check and…”
“Ugh, Dad, I don’t think it’s…”
“Listen to me,” Isshin repeated sternly. “I broke your mother’s arm that way. If you actually do it, make him lie on his back and not move a muscle. The mechanics are completely different than without bodies. Make sure you prepare thoroughly and…” His son had actually covered his ears and was giving him a horrified look. Isshin snorted. “What the hell are you getting embarrassed for, at this stage too? I can tell the two of you have already had your fun in Hueco Mundo. The bed yesterday… Do you think I’m an idiot?”
Slowly, Ichigo lowered his hands. “I don’t, but… Aren’t you a little bit too…? Well, you don’t seem to be very surprised. I thought…”
“It’s not uncommon in Seireitei. Your choice in partners is, however, a little…disconcerting.”
“Um. Is it?” Then Ichigo’s eyebrows rose. This was as if his father…
Isshin shifted under his son’s gaze uneasily and his eyes suddenly shot to his wristband. “Oh, would you just look at the time! You’re late and I’ve got to polish…I mean, feed the cat.”
“Kisuke…?” Ichigo asked uncertainly even though his gut was telling him that he was right. The look on his father’s face switched again.
Isshin sighed. “That was a long, long time ago.”
Ichigo rolled his eyes. “Karin told me that he was here yesterday.”
Isshin scratched at his cheek awkwardly.
“Alright,” Ichigo said suddenly, “I’m going to university. Don’t provoke him. Actually, don’t even talk to him until I return. The three of us will have to sit down and discuss this.”
Isshin grimaced. “I’d rather not.”
“Dad,” Ichigo said with an exasperated sigh, “he thought you were going to beat me up in here!”
“What? How in the world did he come to that conclusion?”
“I can speculate, but I haven’t got the time for that now. Just keep out of his way for now, alright?”
“I will try.”
“Thanks.”
Ichigo rushed out of the clinic, nearly flew up the stairs to get his bag and ran back into the kitchen to find Ulquiorra doing the washing-up.
“I’m going to university,” he told him. “You two keep out of each other’s way until I return.”
“Fine. When are you returning?”
“At five. But then I’ll have to go to Seireitei and report to Kuchiki.”
Ulquiorra gave him a sullen look; that was going to take the entire day. “Fine. I will go to Urahara’s.”
“Okay. Bye.”
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