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A Quincy's Heart	By : ShadowedInnocence Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ichigo/Ishida Views: 3686 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: I know it's been a while, but I couldn't help it. I've been pretty busy when it comes to my classes, and I finally freed enough time yesterday to finish this chapter. At least I got it finished on Valentine's Day, its sort of my present to my readers. Enjoy ;D
Chapter Four
Suffering
It was really strange to see the feelings that were welling up within them were so visibly apparent in each other’s eyes. It was almost as if they were actually staring into the very soul of the one sitting before them, making both feel uneasy. Both of them had known that they tended to have quite opposite views upon things so this was something that brought some shock to their systems, almost like a brief wake up call. It was as if they were almost connected, even if it was for just that one moment.
Wait a minute—why in the fuck did that make sense and irritate the hell out of them at the same time?
Ichigo was the first to break the silence with a rasping mutter of “Fucking Shirosaki, he just doesn’t know when the hell to shut his damned trap!” To the bespectacled Quincy, he looked positively enraged, which was a big change from the livid look that he recognized earlier. Not that many would actually say that he could read the teen, but Uryū knew that he could read him better than others. He knew that he understood him more than he would like to admit sometimes, and it was something that he wouldn’t voluntarily blurt for the world to know either.
“Kuro—“Ichigo’s eyes refocused, the once onyx and gold eyes of Shirosaki's influence had faded into the unnaturally bright, almost polished golden eyes that stared into amazed sapphire. It was that alone that stopped Uryū’s train of thought, his eyes transfixed upon the strange golden pools that gazed into his own eyes. It sounded corny to him the minute he thought about it, but he couldn’t help but to be reminded of the sun coming out of an eclipse as he continued to stare into Ichigo’s eyes. They were strangely mesmerizing, capturing his attention with hardly any effort at all.
“Hey, are you alright Ishida?” Ichigo asked softly, trying to jolt the Quincy out of his thoughts. It was a bit odd to see the normally scrutinizing sapphire eyes of the teen so unguarded, as open as they were, but to him it was strangely comforting. A strange sense of warmth pooled within him, feeling somewhat akin to thankfulness. This was just so strange. It was something that he was also glad to see, he had wondered several times as to what the raven would look like if he loosened up a bit. In short, it was a refreshing experience compared to what Ishida normally was like.
But what if it was just because of something that was tied into this whole hollow heat that Shirosaki still won’t go into more detail about? The thought of that being the cause had something in his chest tightening painfully, which was almost unnoticeable with the amount of pain that he currently was in. The thing was that he in fact did feel it, and it puzzled him to no end. Why the hell am I feeling this way? This isn’t Shirosaki influencing me, but what if it’s just because of the situation? Fuck, I don’t know what to really think anymore. Everything’s just too confusing. Breathing in deeply, he managed to calm his thoughts before he reached over and nudged Ishida’s leg. “Yo, Ishida!” Jabbing roughly at the bony thigh, he was rewarded with a sound of aggravation and a narrowed glare that was something that he was used to.
Good, it seemed like someone was back to normal for the moment. At least it was Ishida that was brought out of the daze that they were both in.
Puzzled, Uryū’s eyes blinked several times as he tried to clear his vision. Faintly he wondered why his vision was so obscured in the first place, but as his eyes were drawn to the tanned hands that now clutched the package that Urahara had dropped off. Ah! Right there would be the reason for his distraction. No matter if Ichigo was so close to him and silent, his mere presence was enough to push him off kilter, consumed with thoughts concerning the orange haired teen. “Kurosaki?” Ishida finally got out, noticing how the flushed teen was pressed up against him again, only that this time he felt a lot closer than he had before.
Damn you Kurosaki Ichigo, you will stop at nothing to make me feel this way, won’t you? He cursed internally as he let himself be drawn from his thoughts.
“You finally back in the world of the living Quincy?” Ichigo asked gruffly, pushing himself against Ishida as much as he could without being directly on top of him. With a groan he managed to grab the package out of the archer’s hands with a little bit of help on Ishida’s part. “Finally,” he groaned out as he basically tore the package open, searching for the incredibly needed relief that would come in the form of narcotic painkillers. Golden eyes caught the words Crystallized Morphine Sulfate on several bottles and froze. Urahara never had given him something this strong, he normally just went and mixed both Vicodin and Codeine into one easy to swallow pill, but this was definitely overkill. He wasn’t in enough pain to even warrant this type of painkiller, so why was it in the pack?
“Maybe it’s because the crack head’s finally lost his marbles?” Shirosaki jibed tiredly, snickering in amusement as he let thoughts of his king actually having a real high for once. Hell that would be the perfect opportunity to take control of his body for even just a little bit. He wanted to be able to feel, he wanted to be able to touch the delectable Quincy with his bare hands. The only way that it could only happen was if his king actually let him materialize in the real world like he let Zangetsu sometimes when he really needed to talk to the zanpakutō.
Ichigo groaned inwardly. “I thought he already did.” He replied tiredly, feeling a bit better as he recognized the same tiredness within the hollow’s tone. He was sounding worse than he’d ever been, and the teen couldn’t help but to sigh as both worry and annoyance echoed through his being. Soon enough he would be just like Shiro and then what would be reduced to? It was something that he didn’t want to think about, even if he was bound to experience it sooner or later.
Shirosaki shook his head. “Kingy, you haven’t really experienced someone really losing it, have ya?” He asked sarcastically, knowing that he was viewed as mentally unstable by him. If that’s what his king thought, then they had a long ways to go with really showing him what it means to be insane. Sure, he could be that on just about any given moment, but he also had clarity about him that most that were immersed in insanity didn’t.
Ichigo scoffed. “Hell, I have to deal with you on a daily basis, so wouldn’t I already know?” he replied dryly, a smirk creeping its way onto his lips at the small sound of irritation that Shirosaki gave at the statement. Distractedly he popped the cap to the morphine pills and jerkily plopped one into his mouth. It was only by pure luck that Ishida saw his slow, pain filled movements and handed him the water bottle that was lying precariously on the edge of the bed. He vaguely remembered that it had been frozen when he first stumbled into his dark room, but when he was handed the bottle it had been thoroughly melted and getting to the point of being lukewarm. Hm, I guess it had to be because of the fever I most likely have.
“Ya think I’m crazy, just wait until you really see me lose it kingy. I can be qui’e sane when it calls for it.” Shirosaki replied, noticing that Ichigo’s attention had slipped away from him to being on the Quincy once more. It’s now the horse tha’ has to teach the king is that it? I guess I can deal with tha’. Grinning widely, he let his presence slip further into the recesses of Ichigo’s soul. Yes indeed, there were many things that he had to teach his little king, just to make sure he didn’t make a fool of himself.
“Thanks Uryū.” He uttered, breaking out into a fit of coughs as water got into his trachea by mistake. He didn’t even think about whether he should call Ishida so familiarly, it was something that just came to him as easily as the choice whether to breathe or not. He had the choice not to do either, but he would rather live comfortably rather than not to.
A noncommittal noise was his only response. That was indication enough that the archer was still within his thoughts because he normally would have said something more intelligent. It was a bit funny knowing that he could see him in such a state, he also knew that he was one of the only ones that would anyways.
“Oi Uryū, you alright there?” He asked again, wondering briefly if he would be answered. With a brief smirk he grabbed onto a tendril of the pale blue reiatsu that was calmly emanating from his body. Tugging onto it, he snickered as the bespectacled teen underneath him stiffened and glanced down at him. His efforts were rewarded with the sight of Ishida raising a brow in confusion before his eyes focused again.
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“What do you mean Kurosaki?” Uryū asked, confusion shining through in his tone. Distractedly he pushed up his glasses that had fallen down to the tip of his nose. No matter how much he tightened the arms of the glasses they always seemed to do this, thankfully he was used to it. If he wasn’t, he would’ve bought a new pair a long time ago. With this action he finally broke eye contact with the mesmerizing golden eyes that had captured his attention so easily.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. Of course Ishida didn’t really notice that he was lost in his thoughts, it was quite normal for him to be out of it at times. He tended to be one that liked to think things through more than most did, which usually rendered him silent many times. “You spaced out again Quincy. What the hell were you thinking about that had you that out of it?” he asked gruffly, his lips curling at the edges of his mouth into an amused smirk.
“It was nothing Kurosaki.”
The smirk that was upon the orange haired teen’s face quickly turned into a frown. “Hell no, don’t even try doing that with me around Ishida! Somethin’s up with ya, so why don’ ya just start explaining now before somethin’ really comes up?” he replied cockily as he wrestled with a syringe filled with a sickly green glowing solution.
Uryū had been distracted before by his thoughts, but it was the strange form of concern that had brought his full attention back to the one that lied so brazenly against him. Tinges of Shirosaki's reiatsu were reaching out and grasping a hold of his own, searching, questioning in a way that it was trying to figure out what was going on.
The mere feeling of the hollow’s reiatsu encasing his own in what felt like a harsh grip caused him to stiffen almost immediately. “K-Kurosaki, stop that!”
“Why should I go and stop him when you’re not telling me what the hell’s up with you?!” He snapped, pressing the needle into the median cubital vein of his right arm with practiced ease. It was a good thing that he grew up living in a clinic; he knew more about the human body than most did. It was something that helped him even now—he definitely needed the practical experience that he gained by helping his dad in the clinic. Yeah, that’s right; he actually helped his dad with patients when he wasn’t being a complete idiot, when the dolt actually managed to slip out of the facade of the idiotic worrywart father that he had created years before. In a way, he was grateful to his father for having the job that he had in the human world, and knowing so many influential people that had several strong ties to seireitei and also rukongai as well.
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Urahara had done one thing right when he basically whisked him away to the shōten for those few summer months when he was ten. He had taught him several things, and the one thing that he was extremely grateful for; the ability to read people. Lying comfortably against Ishida, he shook his head briefly. “Iie, don’t even start this shit Uryū!” he snapped, the empty needle flying out of his hands and landing somewhere on the floor with a loud clatter as he gripped the archer’s wrists tightly. “Fuck, I’m just actually starting to get you to actually talk to me without waning to put an arrow through me at one time or another. Don’t go and close up on me now you insufferable prick!”
“Getting me to talk to you, whatever in the world do you mean Kurosaki? I socialize with you because it would be pointless not to. You always seem to worm your way into my life in one way or another.” Uryū commented coolly, feeling the irritation that was coursing through him rise to a higher level as he began to realize just exactly what he had meant.
A bark-like, raspy laugh echoed hollowly though the dark room. The hollow sound had nothing to do with the hollow that was edging itself further into the orange haired teen’s conscious once more. The overall curiosity of Shirosaki's reiatsu was reflected in Ichigo’s eyes, making them even brighter. The unusual black sclera helped to add to it as well. It was almost as if his eyes were glowing, shining brightly in the dim room. “What the hell crawled up your ass and had you going back to your half assed way of talking to e—“ Pausing in the middle of what he was saying, he pointedly glared at Ishida for a few seconds, then closed his eyes as he tried to get his breathing under control.
"Shit, the morphine hasn’t kicked in yet. No wonder I’m in so much pain still." Unconsciously he snuggled closer to Ishida’s warm body, sighing in pleasure as he began to feel the barest hint of the effects of the morphine and the archer’s reiatsu meshing with his own. Finally noticing how stiff Ishida was, he rubbed the side of his face against the khaki covered thigh that he was resting on. “R-relax, it’s not like I’m going to hurt you, you damn prick.” He grumbled breathlessly.
The weakened teen could feel the unbearable heat close in tighter around him, leaving him gasping for air. This time there was something added to it, something that he could hazily make out. Pure unclouded lust. Like Shirosaki had said before, he would feel what he was going through sooner or later. It was then that he was wishing that it would’ve been later than now. He didn’t want to have to try to find a solution to all of this now, especially if he was just now finally beginning to clear his head.
"Fuck, not now! I can’t deal with this shit now!" He hissed internally, wanting nothing other than everything to stop. What he wouldn’t give to go back to being able to sleep peacefully for once. Like that was ever going to happen anymore. As soon as he decided to help Rukia that night when the hollow attacked his family, thing were changed forever. Saving his family, that was something that he would never take back. They meant the world to him, even if sometimes he acted like he would rather throw his father down a flight of stairs.
He was answered with a dry rasping chuckle from Shirosaki. “I tried to tell ya kingy, didn’ I? ‘Course I still have tha wors’ of it, but you’ll know wha’ I’m goin’ through soon enough. Get off your damn ass and do something about it or I’ll do it for ya!” He commented roughly, letting his reiatsu back up his words by crashing roughly against Ichigo’s.
Wincing at the demanding push of his hollow’s reiatsu against his own, he schooled himself against the onslaught and pushed back with even greater force than he thought he could use. “Fuck off Shirosaki! I already said I’m not going to do that to Ishida; I’m not going to fuck this all up!”
“You’re so out of it that you can’t even rant correctly.” Ishida commented offhandedly, brushing away the comment about him being hurt by the one that was precariously nuzzling against him. Mixed emotions were coursing through him at this single action, all caused by the one that caused his life to spin in several directions.
Laughing, Ichigo finally was able to speak again. “You don’t have to tell me that twice, I know how fucked up I can be sometimes.” He replied, letting the tingling feeling that was now racing through his limbs take over. “Mmh…this is nice.” He murmured softly against Ishida’s leg, finally relaxing against him in a boneless heap.
“Kurosaki what are you doing?” Uryū was beyond confused at the way that Ichigo was acting—wait, when did he just become Ichigo and not Kurosaki? When did he begin to think of him in such a familiar sense? Damn it, he knew now that Ichigo was having more of an effect on him that he predicted in the first place. It was something that once was started, never stopped until it engulfed someone fully. He was already hooked along into the Kurosaki effect, and he wouldn’t be able to break free. After all, even Kuchiki-san couldn’t, and he had more experience in dealing with this sort of thing.
Ichigo glanced up at him lazily. “What does it look like I’m doing Quincy? The morphine has finally started to kick in, I’m hardly feeling shit right now, and you make a nice pillow. Oh yeah, should I mention the fact that having you here keeps Shirosaki out of my hair?” he replied crassly, enjoying the brief look of shock that crossed over Uryū’s face. With that single rude comment, he knew that it was just going to prove to irritate the lanky teen further, but he couldn’t bring himself to care all that much.
“Wh-what do you mean?” Uryū stuttered out uncharacteristically. It came as a bit of a surprise as to how comfortable Ichigo could be in his presence after how tense he normally was in it. Was that just a farce? There was just so much that he was just now seeing for the first time. Or was it that he was just too blind to truly see what Kurosaki Ichigo was like?
Either way he was coming up with a whole new view of the shinigami daikou and it was one that he was favoring highly over the previous impression that he had of him. He was almost glad that he was getting to know that he was far from only being brash and foolhardy, in fact he could use this against him the next time he did something stupid.
While it was amusing to see the normally composed Quincy stutter like this in shock, Ichigo let out a deep sigh before replying. “As much as he can be a psychotic bastard, Shirosaki does know more about this shit than I do, and he wasn’t fucking around earlier when he said that I’d be about ready to jump anyone soon enough.” He paused briefly, rolling onto his back as he stared up at his ceiling. “It’s taking almost everything that I have to keep Shirosaki from pushing everything to me, thank kami I have Zangetsu helping in keeping the balance. The thing is, even Zangetsu is sayin’ that I won’t be able to last much longer.” He said critically, almost hearing the gears that were beginning to turn in Ishida’s head.
“I’ve said before, and now I shall reiterate it. What do you plan to do about it; I certainly am not going to be a part of it.” He commented stiffly, noting how Ichigo stiffened in his lap once more. That drew another question to him, why didn’t he go and push him away? He could have easily just decided to ignore Inoue-san’s request and go home, but it was the fact that his curiosity was peaked with her fevered explanation and there was also the fact that it was harder to say no to her when she looked at him all teary eyed like that. She was one of the few that could do that to him, and it was something that got under his skin no matter how hard he tried to brush it aside.
Ichigo scowled. “I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do baka, but what I do know is that I’m not going to let Shirosaki do what he really wants to do to you! I’m not going to let him fuck up what took so long to actually get this way!” he snapped out, once more connecting his eyes with Uryū’s own.
“At least you still have some common sense I-Kurosaki.” He couldn’t believe that he was about to go and call him Ichigo straight to his face. If he did, he wouldn’t have been able to live it down, not with the way that the shinigami daikou could use material to get back at someone. If anything, that was something that he was able to keep under wraps, and it was something that he did not want to be on the wrong side of. When Kurosaki Ichigo was in a devious, conniving mood; people should just stay away in fear of being in an embarrassing situation. Gods, he could be almost as bad as Yachiru-san when he was like that.
“Of course, who in the hell do you take me for? If there’s anything I learned from being around Yoruichi-san is self-control. If not, I would’ve either went and tried to kill geta boushi or just find something to slip into his food a while ago. It would’ve solved a lot of problems at the time too.” He replied with a smirk. He knew that he didn’t have to elaborate further because he already knew that Ishida would get where he was going with his statement. “Ya know, I’m beginning to remember bits and pieces of when my baka of a father dragged your bastard of a dad to some get together, and that meant bringing us too.” He commented roughly, trying not to laugh at the strange images that were slowly becoming clearer over time.
It was a stupid attempt at trying to distract him, but it was actually working. That surprised him the most. It had to be the fact that the combined power of the reiatsu shot and the morphine were finally kicking in. At least it was toning down the feelings that were previously about to overtake him. He was hardly in any shape to act upon them, and he also had to keep his personal preferences in mind. There was no way that he was going to fuck this up; he had to keep reminding himself that. Even though there was the temptation to just say screw it all he couldn’t go and do that.
“Fuck, why do the gods hate me so much? I thought I was finally done with being their plaything.” He hissed internally and groaned at the wave of amusement that came with Zangetsu’s voice.
“The fates can be very frustrating Ichigo. When someone has the potential to affect the lives of many it seems that the fates step in to make it happen. I wouldn’t be surprised if you become a favorite of theirs for a long time.” His zanpakutō replied, fighting the urge to smile at the grumble that was Ichigo’s answer. “Instead of dealing with your personal thoughts, it would be a good idea to focus more on what Ishida-san is talking about.”
It was then that he realized that he had gone back to cursing the current situation and debating whether or not he should go and tear Shirosaki a new one just at the same time when he was throwing a few jibes at Uryū for doing almost the same thing. Damn he could be a hypocrite sometimes. It wasn’t that he did it intentionally, but having two voices in his head did help encourage it.
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“—I think that would suffice to be a fitting description of you.” Uryū said flatly, resisting the urge to snap at Ichigo when he realized that he wasn’t being listened to as he was talking. “Are you listening to me Kurosaki?”
“Huh? Yeah, I heard you.”
“Then what did I just say?” Glancing down with a curious yet stern expression, a small frown marred his lips.
“Wait, I just thought of something. Why in the hell haven’t you left yet? You could have done that earlier, hell you still could now! I want to know why you’re still here. Not that I’m ungrateful or anything, but it’s been bugging me for a while now.”
Uryū sighed. He had a feeling that this question would come up sooner or later, but he didn’t think that it would be this soon. After all, Ichigo had a lot more to deal with at the moment than to worry about his continued presence here. “Call it curiosity if you must.” He finally said as he tried to come up with something that would sufficiently explain the reason that he was still here. It wasn’t the exact reason, but it was close enough.
“I should’ve guessed it was that. It’s one of the reasons that someone like you would still be here. It’s just like Urahara to do something similar too.”
This statement peaked Uryū’s interest. “Why would Urahara-san be like me in that regard?” He would’ve figured that the former taichō would come up with a more elaborate reason to be around him when he was like that. It wasn’t as if he was quiet about his intentions half of the time, so why would that be even relevant?
“He’s not always an inconsiderate goofball that he tries to be. Sometimes that’s just a mask he puts on to keep people away, but sometimes it’s just his personality. I still haven’t figured him out, so I wouldn’t try to.” He replied airily, tilting his head to the side as he realized that someone was calling his name.
“Ichigo! S-shinigami, it’s the shinigami!”
It was only Kon. He normally didn’t bring himself to care about most of the frantic rants that he spewed most of the time, but this was different. He normally didn’t bounce around the house searching for him while spewing worried comments about shinigami.
“What is he on about now?” Uryū commented as the door opened then slammed against the wall with a loud crack. Squeaks echoed across the room as the stuffed lion scurried across the floor then pounced upon the prostrate shinigami daikou.
“I have no clue.” Ichigo replied and glanced at the obviously worked up mod soul. It was a good thing that he was now under the effects of both the morphine and the reiatsu shot because if he wasn’t, he would’ve thrown the mod soul to the floor a long time ago. He could feel his body protest against the surprisingly strong impact of the doll against himself, and he took it as being incredibly weakened because of all of this.
“Oh Ichigo, it’s horrible! The shinigami are here and they even said that they would have to take you to seireitei again!” Kon wailed as he pressed himself against Ichigo, actually worried about his state of health for once. He had never seen the teen like this, and it was frightening to say the least.
“What the hell are shinigami doing here? If they are here, where the hell are they at?” Ichigo demanded, grabbing Kon so that he would stare him into the eyes. “Talk Kon, and do it quick.” He said shortly, finding no remorse for doing so.
“U-Urahara is talking to her. I think he went to get Yoruichi-san to calm her down. She kept saying something about taking you to seireitei to be stripped of your powers like the rest of the vizards should’ve been…you’re not going to leave me to be tortured by Yuzu, are you Ichigo?”
Dropping Kon with an aggravated sigh, he glanced at Uryū. “This is going to get ugly. Do you think you can help me get to the living room? I was going to have to talk to geta boushi sooner or later, but it would be a good thing if I told Yoruichi-san too. That way she can get her little apprentice under control.” He said grimacing. That would be one of the only reasons that Urahara would bother to get Yoruichi when it came to matters concerning seireitei. She was one of the only ones that Soi Fon would actually listen to.
Shit, this wasn’t good at all. From the things that Urahara told him about the uptight captain he almost wished that it was Byakuya that was here over her. At least with Yoruichi being there things might not get as chaotic as he was thinking that they could get.
Nodding an affirmative Uryū felt Ichigo shift himself into a sitting position beside him. It was a good thing because his legs were starting to fall asleep with the constant weight of Ichigo lying against them. “You can at least walk, am I correct about that?”
Ichigo shrugged. “No clue. With the morphine I took earlier and how I am in general I really don’t know.”
Uryū frowned. It wouldn’t be a good thing if Ichigo couldn’t stand upright, but he could find a way to manage. It wasn’t a long way down the stairs and to the living room anyways. “It doesn’t matter; I’ll get you downstairs one way or another.”
“Urahara-san? What are you doing here?! I thought you went to get Yoruichi-chan?” Kon asked in shock as he glanced at the window.
Two heads snapped to the open window in shock. They hadn’t even sensed the blonde haired man—just how long had he been there? “Geta boushi, what are you doing here?” Ichigo asked warily, glancing at him tiredly. He knew that it was hard to hide things from the man, especially when he’s known him most of his life.
“Ah Ichigo-kun it looks like you’re in a pickle. At least Uryū-kun found you when he did." He commented joyfully, glancing between them to gauge their reactions.
“Urahara-san, what is it that you’re truly after? I doubt it is to come and visit us like this.” Uryū interjected coolly, staring at the man impassively.
“Aaa, as sharp as ever Uryū-kun. It seems as if Soi Fon-san caught on to Ichigo-kun’s fluctuating reiatsu and decided to try to interrogate him. It was by a stroke of luck that I managed to intercept her before she headed here.”
“I thought that shinigami had to have permission from the head captain to investigate matters within the real world?” Uryū asked as he helped Ichigo to his feet. He could tell that the orange haired teen was really shaky on his feet and it was actually a good thing that Urahara was here. He could get the shinigami daikou downstairs easier than he would be able to.
“That’s the problem Uryū-kun; I don’t think that she’s here on orders from the sōtaichō.” Urahara commented mysteriously, taking Ichigo into his arms and walking through the door. “Ah, this brings back memories. It has been years since I had to carry you like this Ichigo-kun.”
Ichigo scowled. “Just shut up and get downstairs baka.”
Ishida could only stare in wonder as he followed the two.
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