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Changing the Stars	By : koorineko Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rating: PG13
A/N: Major spoilers for Seireitei Arc.
He had no real memories from when he was little. To Ikkaku, there was nothing really before the endless battles, the day-to-day struggle to find food and shelter and Yumichika's presence. He always carried the sword on his shoulders, couldn't remember how he got the short kimono or when his beautiful companion joined him. Ikkaku knew they hadn't been together from the start, but it didn't matter anymore. So many decades together, it might just as well have been forever.
Yumichika could make him laugh or want to break things, want defend the shorter man or throw him to the wolves. Their reasons for battles were so different and sometimes, the fifth seat scared him. Not that Ikkaku would ever admit it, but sometimes, he was a little afraid of what Yumichika would do in a given situation. The easy smile, the relaxed stance and the softly spoken words were soothing, and though he steeled himself against the possibility that a battle gone wrong would separate them, he couldn't picture life without the other. He wasn't needy or clingy and he was very much aware of the dangers of their life, but Yumichika was a fixed point, like the sake stand or the cottage or air.
He would lay awake at night, listening to Yumichika breathe, light from the lanterns outside playing over the long, black strands sneaky out of the loose pony-tail. His fingers would itch to touch the soft warmth of the other man's neck and breath in the wood smoke scent of his hair. That scent was the first thing he noticed as missing after they joined the Academy. Soap effectively rinsed their old life away, including the scent of sun dried streets and burning wood.
Then came that day.
It was a day like any other. They got up, Yumichika glaring at him until Ikkaku crawled out of bed reluctantly, comb slowly moving through the black strands, a quick twist of a slender wrist and the usual pony-tail fixed and trailing down the back of the Academy uniform. Ikkaku thought the blue of the uniform worked well with Yumichika's colors, but would be dead before admitting it. Growling at anyone and anything, at times even teachers, had earned him some respect and Ikkaku would be damned if he let up. Breakfast was inhaled by both of them and then they met the rest of their class for a field exercise. As usual, the two of them moved faster and more in sync than the other teams. Teachers had tried to break them up, mixing them into other teams, but had found that, while it usually worked, and worked well, if they let Yumichika and Ikkaku work together, the results were devastatingly good. This tour was more than they had faced before, though, and when they returned, even his beautiful friend had received a cut across his face.
"Stop poking it. It'll scar." Ikkaku's comment was met with wild eyes and hands clasped tightly behind the slightly slumped back.
"Please, don't frighten me like that, Ikkaku. Perfection is so hard to maintain in ugly situations." The shorter man's hair was a tangle, blood was dripping slowly down a pale cheek and he was obviously in pain. "It was a good fight, though."
"Only got one. That other group got in the way and I had to side step'em." Growling, Ikkaku touched the frayed edges of the gash in his kimono.
"You really think it will scar?"
"Might. Ye should see the school nurse." The bald man had a feeling he should see the nurse himself, but he kind of liked the pain of a good battle. He was lucky again.
"I think I will. See you at dinner, Ikkaku." Yumichika turned in the hallway and headed up the stairs, hands still clasped hard so he wouldn't touch his face. Ikkaku just rolled his shoulders to relieve some of the stiffness, and decided to just wash up and change instead of a longer soak in the hot tub. That could come later.
Yumichika was late for dinner. Obviously, whatever had happened to the shorter man's face took a longer time to fix than Ikkaku would have thought. Then he heard a gasp and turned around to see what had caused the reaction. What he saw made his heart stop for a moment, his jaw falling down in shock. Yumichika was standing in the doorway, eyes scanning the room. When their gazes locked, the beautiful man smiled and made his way over. Ikkaku found that he couldn't take his eyes off his friend, heart beating fast against his ribs, breathing a secondary function, brain shutting down as all blood relocated.
"Ikkaku. Stop staring. It's unnerving." The smile was still there as Yumichika took the empty seat across from the bald man and reached for the bowl of rice next to him.
"Ye... ye cut yer hair..." Ikkaku cringed at his own unsure voice and snatched the plate of fish before his friend could reach it.
"Yes. I am tired of tangles, and it's so much work getting blood out when it's long." A flicker of something crossed deep purple eyes, and Ikkaku wanted to growl with the protective instincts raging. "You like it?"
"Yeah. Ye look good." Ikkaku decided then that just that happy grin was worth all kinds of discomfort, then quickly squashed that thought as it was thready mushy territory. "Ye can't even tell ye got cut in the face."
That night, when nightmares shook his friend's smaller frame, Ikkaku found that the scent of apple wood smoke had returned to Yumichika's hair and he had to force the sappy thoughts out of his head. Wrapping one arm around Yumichika's waist, the other tucked under his own head, he smiled and buried his face between the exposed neck and the pillow.
He was sure Hisagi-fukutaichou wouldn't kill Yumichika. Ikkaku was dead sure of that. Too much was riding on keeping seated officers alive, but the bald man also knew that Hisagi could be a tad bit unstable, and Yumichika was of the 11 th division. Any defeat that didn't mean death equaled luck. If Hisagi knocked Yumichika out, the beautiful man would go after the vice-captain at another point in time. He trusted Yumichika and knew how strong his partner was, but he could never in a lifetime imagine his friend defeating a vice-captain. A cold shiver of arousal and fear blazed its way across his shoulders and settled in his gut when he heard that his friend had actually defeated Hisagi Shuuhei, vice-captain of the 9 th division, in battle, without a single scratch.
He wasn't there when the fighting took place, but he could feel the power radiating across the area as opponents clashed. Looking over at Iba, Ikkaku was somehow glad they weren't there, even though he itched to go up against all that power.
The message came like a punch in the gut and nearly made him drop the sake. Kotetsu-fukutaichou's voice ringing in his head, he stared at Iba, meeting the other man's just as shocked face, feeling like he had been drenched with freezing water. The violent surges of spirit force slowly subsided, only to refocus on Soukyoku Hill. Yamamoto's power no longer burned the air around them, Ukitake's and Kyouraku's slowly lowering in response. Then came a flair of deadly intent and Kuchiki-taichou's white-cold presence flared up and sharply subsided, a tell tale sign that he had been injured badly.
A need to find Yumichika rose like a tidal wave and he closed his eyes to focus better. Pushing every fiber in his body into finding that presence, the relief he felt when he found the azure flicker next to Zaraki's shocked even himself. He didn't even bother with the surge of the Negátion, didn't care about the Menos picking up three of their captains. Later, he would feel stupid for acting so girly. Later he would become aggressive when anyone pointed out his pathetic need, but at that moment, his thoughts were on seeing the beautiful man and kiss him or beat the shit out of him, whichever came first.
He sidled up to the two men sitting on the remains of what used to be a house, body forced into a nonchalant pose, voice back to its normal tone of boredom when he saw that both his friends where alive. Taking one look at Yumichika, Ikkaku felt confused.
"I thought ye fought Hisagi." The shorter man jumped, clearly surprised.
"I did. It was a fun fight. Very beautiful."
"Ye have a very strange friend, Madarame."
Looking from one dark haired man to the other, Ikkaku just nodded. "I know. He is fun, though."
"He is, at times."
"I'm still here, you know." The annoyed tone made Ikkaku grin. Shaking his head, he let curiosity lead the way for his questions.
"Ye fought Hisagi and didn' get a single cut?" Something about that was just scary in Ikkaku's book.
"I think we already established that, Ikkaku."
"How?"
"I got lucky. It was a fun fight, and it left me all... tingling." The last word was said with emphasis, Yumichika's voice dropping into a growl, earning a disgusted shake of Kenpachi's head.
"Ye two are creepy, mixing sex 'n battle. 'm leaving." The two officers just grinned as their commander left.
In one swift move, Ikkaku pinned the shorter man against the remains of a wall, hands on either side of Yumichika's head, lips crushing together in a violent kiss.
"Sometimes, ye scare me a little, Yumichika." Ikkaku could feel an evil grin against his lips at his comment.
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