What Yachiru Wants
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
9,250
Reviews:
31
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Currently Reading:
1
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When Ikkaku Fetched
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Ichigo didn’t see Kenpachi again before they left the shinigami world for the real one. It was a short and informal goodbye with only a few of the captains present. The group said their thanks and stepped through the gate and found themselves back home once more. The friends went separate ways, Kon objecting loudly as he wasn’t allowed to stalk Orihime home.
Now he sat sulking in the window, not talking to the shinigami representative but still mumbling annoyingly from the windowpane. Usually Ichigo would have thrown something hard at him a long time ago, but laying on the surface of his bed his thoughts were elsewhere. Returning to the humiliating defeat earlier. Turning to the side he felt, a now familiar, feeling of a flush creep across his cheeks at the memory.
Growling he shifted again to lay on his stomach, pressing his face into the pillow. Pushing the fact that Kenpachi had touched him like that aside it was still the matter of him agreeing to being ‘a mommy’. The idea was silly. How was he, a teenage, human boy to pretend he was a mother for a shinigami work out. He had school, he had his family, he had… well no idea how to parent. The only thing he ever did with his younger sisters was to kick them out or yell at them, and they pretty much handled themselves anyway.
Shifting to his original position, on his back, he folded both his hands behind his head and glared at the usual spot in the ceiling. This is silly, he decided, I’ll just deal with this tomorrow… yeah… I’ll do just that…
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A week later Ichigo found himself in a fight with a particular troublesome hollow, it was just so incredible fast despite the teen using flash step and kept avoiding his strikes. Yet the critter, for it was rather small sized, kept coming back to attack him. It kept biting his chins at every chance it got, much to Ichigos’ annoyance.
“Die, die, die!”
The little pest yelped as he pressed harder, pushed his body faster and cut the air with the old man. Finally the hollow lost its concentration and shattered and faded into the air as if it’d never existed in the first place. Ichigo sighed, wiping sweat out of his face, and checked his watch. A little over six. How nice to spend a Friday evening.
“I thought I heard your lovely voice…”
Startled, the redhead snapped around. There stood Ikkaku with arms crossed over his chest and an amused expression over his face. Ichigo raised an eyebrow, placing both hands on his hips.
“What are you doing here boldy? You got lost or something?”
The other shook his fist, growling silently, but refrained from lashing out as he’d usually do. Something the teen should’ve thought of as weird but at the moment was too tired to notice or think about. There was a brief silence where the other took a deep breath before speaking again, lowering his hand and straightening his back.
“No, I’m here to get you. Zaraki asked me to go fetch you”
Ichigo opened his mouth to object, a shiver of dread creeping across his back at the mention of the insane captain. This wasn’t good.
“No objections, you either come freely or I’ll just beat you unconscious and drag your sorry ass back to Seireitei… The captain told me to mention something about a deal you had with him… So, what’s it gonna be Ichigo?”
His heart skipped a beat, the previous creeping feeling now gnawing at his insides. With a shrug he chased it away and decided to face this, whatever it was head on. Giving a grunt he nodded, noticing the smug smile spreading across the others face. How badly Ichigo wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.
“You better stop smiling or I’ll kick your sorry ass back to Seireitei…”
Ikkaku just smiled.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come now, the captain is waiting.”
And Ichigo followed, despite wanting to turn around and hide beneath a good, solid rock somewhere where Zaraki or his subordinates wouldn’t find him.
Sorry for not updating sooner
Hope you'll like this
Cs
Ichigo didn’t see Kenpachi again before they left the shinigami world for the real one. It was a short and informal goodbye with only a few of the captains present. The group said their thanks and stepped through the gate and found themselves back home once more. The friends went separate ways, Kon objecting loudly as he wasn’t allowed to stalk Orihime home.
Now he sat sulking in the window, not talking to the shinigami representative but still mumbling annoyingly from the windowpane. Usually Ichigo would have thrown something hard at him a long time ago, but laying on the surface of his bed his thoughts were elsewhere. Returning to the humiliating defeat earlier. Turning to the side he felt, a now familiar, feeling of a flush creep across his cheeks at the memory.
Growling he shifted again to lay on his stomach, pressing his face into the pillow. Pushing the fact that Kenpachi had touched him like that aside it was still the matter of him agreeing to being ‘a mommy’. The idea was silly. How was he, a teenage, human boy to pretend he was a mother for a shinigami work out. He had school, he had his family, he had… well no idea how to parent. The only thing he ever did with his younger sisters was to kick them out or yell at them, and they pretty much handled themselves anyway.
Shifting to his original position, on his back, he folded both his hands behind his head and glared at the usual spot in the ceiling. This is silly, he decided, I’ll just deal with this tomorrow… yeah… I’ll do just that…
----
A week later Ichigo found himself in a fight with a particular troublesome hollow, it was just so incredible fast despite the teen using flash step and kept avoiding his strikes. Yet the critter, for it was rather small sized, kept coming back to attack him. It kept biting his chins at every chance it got, much to Ichigos’ annoyance.
“Die, die, die!”
The little pest yelped as he pressed harder, pushed his body faster and cut the air with the old man. Finally the hollow lost its concentration and shattered and faded into the air as if it’d never existed in the first place. Ichigo sighed, wiping sweat out of his face, and checked his watch. A little over six. How nice to spend a Friday evening.
“I thought I heard your lovely voice…”
Startled, the redhead snapped around. There stood Ikkaku with arms crossed over his chest and an amused expression over his face. Ichigo raised an eyebrow, placing both hands on his hips.
“What are you doing here boldy? You got lost or something?”
The other shook his fist, growling silently, but refrained from lashing out as he’d usually do. Something the teen should’ve thought of as weird but at the moment was too tired to notice or think about. There was a brief silence where the other took a deep breath before speaking again, lowering his hand and straightening his back.
“No, I’m here to get you. Zaraki asked me to go fetch you”
Ichigo opened his mouth to object, a shiver of dread creeping across his back at the mention of the insane captain. This wasn’t good.
“No objections, you either come freely or I’ll just beat you unconscious and drag your sorry ass back to Seireitei… The captain told me to mention something about a deal you had with him… So, what’s it gonna be Ichigo?”
His heart skipped a beat, the previous creeping feeling now gnawing at his insides. With a shrug he chased it away and decided to face this, whatever it was head on. Giving a grunt he nodded, noticing the smug smile spreading across the others face. How badly Ichigo wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.
“You better stop smiling or I’ll kick your sorry ass back to Seireitei…”
Ikkaku just smiled.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come now, the captain is waiting.”
And Ichigo followed, despite wanting to turn around and hide beneath a good, solid rock somewhere where Zaraki or his subordinates wouldn’t find him.
Sorry for not updating sooner