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Undisclosed Devotion	By : horrorgal Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ichigo/Ishida Views: 7352 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4

Ichigo didn't know how long he'd been on the roof when he felt Rukia's reiatsu nearby. He looked towards the source and saw her petite form leaping along light poles, coming in his direction. He made his expression as neutral as possible and hoped she wouldn't notice something was up. She had a uncanny way of reading him most of the time. Sitting outside in the cool night air had cleared his head a bit, and he didn't have that surreal feeling in the pit of his stomach anymore. Problem was, he didn't know what to say next time he saw Uryu.
"Ichigo." She landed beside him. "Renji is helping keep watch over Ryuken. Has it been quiet your side?"
"So far."
"Where's Uryu?
"Inside. No point in him sitting out here to wait for something to happen. That's what I'm here for."
She nodded and went silent beside him, looking out over the town. It had been a while since he saw her last; a few times at most since she'd helped give him his powers back. He hadn't thanked her for that, but he somehow knew she would just blow it off and tell him to shut up about it. So many had put their reiatsu into that sword. Ichigo just didn't want to let any of them down after all that they had done for him, but he couldn't help but wonder if Rukia herself had know about those other Quincy. He kept his mouth shut. He'd already upset two friends today, he wasn't about to add another to the list.
By the time midnight rolled around, there was still no sign of a Hollow. Rukia decided to patrol around the town in case one appeared in another area and left Ichigo to stay on guard over Uryu's apartment. The moon was full and he looked up at the glowing orb in the sky. He wondered if Uryu was still awake. What happened played over in his mind again and he cursed softly at the night sky. Why couldn't anything ever be easy? He felt a twinge of strange energy and instantly became more alert as he looked down towards the road. He couldn't see anyone, but there was something there, and he could feel he was being watched. His eyes narrowed as he scanned dark corners for any movement. In seconds the energy was in another spot and he looked that way, trying to follow the sinister presence he was feeling.
"Don't fuck with me!" he called down to the intruder.
"Why shouldn't I? You're the one who started fucking with me first." The voice was strangely garbled. Ichigo stared at the area where the voice came from, but still saw nothing. The bastard was cloaking himself somehow.
"Are you the one hunting the Quincy?"
"Obviously, foolish boy."
"Do yourself a favor and stop now."
"I don't think so."
"Have it your way!" Ichigo launched himself towards the intruder, Zangetsu brandished before him. By the time he landed, the presence was on the other side of the parking lot and mocking him with wicked laughter. Ichigo growled and turned to shunpo that way, only to come up short again. The son of a bitch was playing with him.
"You have to be faster than that!" the entity called to him from above, standing in the very spot where Ichigo had been guarding.
"Dammit," Ichigo muttered, gripping Zangetsu's hilt tightly. This was getting him nowhere.
"Ichigo!" Uryu was coming out of the building, his bow ready.
"Careful, the bastard is making himself invisible somehow." That didn't mean he couldn't track the attacker's reiatsu, and he turned his head when he felt it on the move again. "Over by the trees now."
"I sense it," Uryu said back, bow up and pointed as he walked slowly to Ichigo's position. The piercing howl of a Hollow broke the silence of the night, and the presence laughed when another howl joined in, then a third. Three Hollows were coming their way and fast, the heavy pound of their steps shaking the ground beneath them. Ichigo cursed, keeping his focus on the hidden foe.
"I'll take care of the Hollows!" Uryu said. "Try to take that bastard down!" The invisible enemy was on the move, and Ichigo was caught between wanting to stay and help Uryu, and catching the main problem. He spotted Rukia coming back and his decision made.
"Right," he said. He was moving once more, leaping and dashing after the enemy. He trusted they would be fine. "Stop running, you coward!" He was tired of the cat and mouse game. It was time to get serious. "Bankai!"
Ichigo felt the surge of strength and speed fill him as he transformed, and his purpose became much clearer. He ran after the presence, unsure if it was man or woman, but it didn't really matter. He was going to stop whoever it was. They neared the high school and Ichigo leapt to the roof when he felt it take to the air. What the hell was it? Could it be a Shinigami? He didn't want to believe that, but it had to be considered, and Ichigo knew from experience that it could be possible.
Ichigo landed on the roof and lost track of it suddenly as if it had vanished into thin air. He concentrated, listening for any sound, watching for the slightest sign of movement as he held Zangetsu before him. A soft breeze blew over, and distant thunder signaled another summer storm. He stepped lightly, using the light of the moon as long as he could before it's luminous glow was locked out by approaching storm clouds. He was about to press on elsewhere, when the slightest sound, like a foot shifting against concrete, grabbed his full attention. He flew at the source of sound and sliced, only to cut through thin air. He felt the pain across his forearm before he heard laughter beside him, the sound like a twisted robot.
"Gah!" Ichigo jumped back, the gash on his sword arm painfully deep and gushing blood. Ichigo knew that shinigami could hide their reiatsu to a degree, but something about this was unnatural.
"How did you like that, you interfering little shit?"
"Who are you?!" Ichigo yelled, ignored his injury, keeping his body in motion in hope of defending against another attack.
"Do you think me fool enough to tell you?"
Ichigo dashed at the source of the voice and again came up short when his blade missed his taunting enemy. He felt the hot sting across his cheek and warm blood flow and rolled quickly away to avoid worse. He felt his face, lucky to find it was a very shallow slice. As it was, this invisible enemy could reach him much too easily, and kill him if he or she so chose, yet the sick fuck was toying with him, and by the sound of laughter the psycho was enjoying every second of it. It made him wonder why someone with the ability to hide their presence so completely would even bother using Hollows to do the job. He'd figure that out later after he stopped the son of a bitch. His opponent went silent once more just as another roll of thunder sounded from above. It was getting darker. Clouds billowed over stars and moon as if the sky itself was warning of impending doom.
The next cut went across the tendons of his ankles and he yelled in pained surprise, falling forward against the roof, instinctively rolling to avoid another attack that would surely follow. He watched as what was probably the tip of a sword jam into the roof only inches from his face. It was a unreal sight, the sword itself as invisible as the wielder, but the deep narrow hole in the roof showed where it lay. He took his chance and grabbed the sword, even as it cut deep into his palm, his blood exposing the blade. Then he let Zangetsu guide him, slashing at the enemy with all his strength.
He heard a garbled yell before he felt warm droplets of blood against his face like gruesome rain. The blade he held was yanked up, slicing his hand deeper as it went while he watched his opponent back up, a trail of crimson and a string of curses giving him away. Ichigo attempted to roll back up on his feel, but was brought down again to his knees by tremendous pain, his ankles unable to hold his weight. He grit his teeth, glaring at the strange sight of what looked like blood floating and moving in mid-air.
"You fucking half-breed. You're going to pay for that! I'm going to keep you alive in a fucking box! I'll slice and stab and fill your veins with acid. Don't think it will be quick either. Oh no, I'll make it last so long it will feel like an eternity and you'll beg for death! Then I'll start on your Quincy friend, but it will be worse for him, tenfold. Do you hear me?!"
"Repeat what you just said about the Quincy," Ichigo said through gritted teeth, energy rising along with his fury, the force of it blowing his shikakusho wildly around him.
"He will suffer!"
"Getsuga Tensho!" Black energy surged forward towards his target, his aim dead on. He watched, waiting for the dust to settle as a gust of wind blew across the roof. He felt the first splash of raindrops as he stared at the still body. "Did I get him?" he muttered to himself. At first he wasn't sure what he was seeing. Half the body had been shredded by his attack. Whatever he had been using to cloak himself was either damaged or had died along with him. He tried to stand again, testing his chances, but lowered back with a pained curse. He pushed himself forward on his hands to get a closer look, grimacing at the sight. Even though the face was partly damaged, he could tell who it was. He had been expecting someone else.
"Ichigo!" He turned his head towards Uryu's voice and saw he and Rukia rushing his way.
"I got him," he said, easing over to sit, hand going over the gash on his arm.
"That's.., Rukia stepped closer, "Hiyosu."
"Yeah. He works under Mayuri in the Department of Research and Development, right?"
"Yes. What is going on?" she said.
"You tell me," Ichigo said, trying to get a look at the cuts on the back of his ankles.
"Ichigo.."
"I know, Rukia. I'm not blaming you." He gave up trying to access the damage and sighed, looking up at both of them. "I want to think this is over, but him being from the research department isn't sitting well with me. Besides, the things he said, the way he spoke made me think of Mayuri."
"Ichigo, we can't assume anyone else knew what he was up to, and I know Kurotsuchi is a bit..odd, but he is a Gotei 13 Captain," she said.
"So was Aizen." He looked up at her. More rain pelting his face as the light drizzle started to turn into a heavy downpour.
"For now lets be satisfied he's been stopped," Uryu said, interrupting them as he knelt down by Ichigo. "Can you walk?"
"I can try, but he cut through my tendons pretty deep. I'm lucky he didn't cut my damn feet off." Ichigo looked at him, eyes going soft before he looked away again. Now that the immediate danger was over, he had his feelings to contend with. Rukia and he both helped him up off the ground and he had to lean on them to ease the discomfort. He looked back one last time at the dead Shinigami through the thick veil of rain and knew it wasn't going to end so easily.
~*~

Urahara was looking over the mechanical device that was found on Hiyosu, delicately shifting around wires and studying the small square box with interest. He had been at it for a few hours now, and as impatient as Ichigo was, he wasn't disturbing him. He left the room quietly and came face to face with Uryu. They really hadn't had time to talk between telling Urahara what happened and him getting healed by Orihime. Ichigo looked around and saw no sign of Orihime or Chad, and Rukia and Renji had already went back to report what happened to the Captain Commander. There was no excuse in sight to avoid this.
"Did you want to come get your body from my apartment?"
"Oh. Yeah, probably a good idea."
Uryu just nodded and turned to head through the shop to leave. Ichigo opened his mouth to say something, but honestly didn't know what to say, so he just followed. He stayed several feet behind Uryu the entire walk, eyes locked on his dark hair for a point of focus. Uryu wasn't offering up a word of conversation which was a relief, but it also made him more nervous for what he might say once they were at the apartment. Whatever the case, it needed to be done. If Uryu didn't want this then he would move on like Orihime was doing. He wouldn't try to force something Uryu didn't want from him.
The first thing he noticed when they got inside was that Uryu had placed his body on the sofa in a comfortable position. He went straight to it and went about entering his human form. I usual ache was there, but not as bad since he wasn't laying in a awkward position. He blinked the dry feeling from his eyes and tested the movement in his arms, getting a few pops for his effort. He avoided looking at Uryu and he eased up with a low groan. Then he was yelling when he was pushed forward to the floor, arm pulled behind him with a knee in his back. It had happened so fast that at first he could only lay there with shocked confusion.
"Okay. Explain what that was about last night," Uryu said above him, his voice vulnerably tense.
"Uryu, this is really uncomfortable..."
"Tell me. Why did you kiss me?"
"Ouch. Stop yanking my arm up!" He grit his teeth, but didn't try to fight back. He just lay there and took it, cheek pressed against the carpet, body pinned by Uryu's weight. The Quincy was smaller than him, but Ichigo knew he was strong enough and was feeling it right now, most of it through the knee jammed in his lower back.
"Tell me!"
"I.." Ichigo panted for breath. "I just...got that...arm healed." He groaned when Uryu yanked it up higher in response. "Alright! Just ease up, dammit!" He gasped in relief when Uryu let off a little pressure. He closed his eyes for a moment, then looked up at Uryu as best he could from where he was pinned. It wasn't anger he saw on Uryu's face, but something like fear. "I kissed you, because...I've wanted to for a long time now."
"You what?" Uryu said as if he heard him incorrectly.
"I just wanted to. I couldn't help it." Ichigo sighed and thumped his forehead soft against the floor. "I give. Can you please let me up. Seriously, this hurts."
Uryu moved off him, and Ichigo muttered a thanks and eased his arm back around to a more natural position before he pushed himself up to sit tiredly on the floor, his aching back against the sofa. He wanted to say so much more, but he didn't know where to begin. The most he could manage was to look at him with a half smile and a shrug. Uryu didn't find it very amusing and frowned slightly, folding his arms like he does when he's annoyed. Somehow that made Ichigo feel better. He didn't very much like the fear he'd just seen on his face moments before. Uryu shifted off his knees to sit beside him before he spoke again.
"You're attracted to me then?"
"Yeah, I am." Ichigo stared straight ahead, nodding soft.
"Is this why you're not with Orihime?
"No. It has nothing to do with that. I never saw her that way." He looked at him. "I'm not..gay. I mean, maybe I'm bi or something. You're the only guy that I've wanted to be with. I can't explain it. It's just how it is." It was getting easier to look at Uryu again without feeling the shame that came with the surprise kiss. "I talked to her. It was a bit rough, and I won't go into it, but she's okay. In fact she gave me her blessing, not that she can give that for you.." He stopped himself before he started babbling.
"She knows?"
"Yeah."
Uryu took the answer with a soft nod. They sat there, letting their own thoughts occupy the space between them. They were seated so close, but Ichigo felt as if they were still miles apart. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for. It would probably be better if he went home. He didn't think Uryu wanted him around right now. Yet he stayed in his spot, head down as he stared at his hands, trying to get the courage to even move.
"What happens now?" Uryu asked. "I mean, what do we do?"
"I guess we just try to forget it happened," he said.
"What? Why? How do you expect me to just forget you have those feelings for me?"
"It was obvious you didn't like when I kissed you. It bothers you and I can't blame you for that, and maybe it is messed up of me to just ask you to forget it happened, but I don't know what else to do, Uryu!"
"Ichigo, it's not like that." Ichigo could tell he was having a difficult time getting out what he wanted to say, so he just listened. "You just shocked me. Even if I wanted to forget, I couldn't." His face that was usually so light in tone was getting to be a slight shade of pink.
Ichigo watched him, trying to work out exactly what Uryu was telling him. Did he want to move forward into something more than friendship? He didn't want to get his hopes up too high, but he felt more confident now as he watched Uryu nearly squirming where he sat. He looked embarrassed, but he still maintained that cool look about him, eyes crisp and focused on him as he spoke.
"Last night, I felt something, and it unnerved me so I lashed out at you."
"You felt something?"
"You know I don't like to talk about what I'm feeling." He sighed and took off his glasses to rub his eyes tiredly before he slid them back in place. "I liked it a little too much."
"You could have fooled me with that punch."
"Shut up!" Uryu's face was consistently getting a deeper shade of red and he took a deep breath before he continued. "I was surprised when you kissed me. Then I was confused, but I started to like it and then I got angry, because I didn't know what your game was. I thought maybe you did it to mess with me because we were arguing again." He picked at the sleeve of his shirt with a slight frown. "Then, I realized I had a problem."
"What?"
"I was aroused."
"You.." Ichigo's lips parted slightly as he kept his attention on Uryu. His hand was reaching out, but Uryu didn't seem to notice, too occupied with his confession. He had gotten turned on by the kiss, and it scared him. Ichigo recalled how Uryu had kept his hands over his lap after and now caught on as to why. When his fingers brushed his cheek, Uryu blinked and looked at him hesitantly.
"You know how cool and collected I usually am, but for some damn reason when I get around you I just want to explode sometimes," Uryu said softly. "You totally threw me off last night with that kiss."
"Can I try again?" Ichigo asked.
Uryu thought for what seemed an unreasonable amount of time and Ichigo held his breath in wait for his answer. He nodded, just as Ichigo had given up hope; barely a slight motion of his head, but it was enough. Ichigo eased closer until their hips were just inches from touching. He felt like he was towering over him as Uryu tilted his head back a little to look at him. Ichigo brushed away a dark strand of hair off his face and leaned in, pressing his lips to his. It was a complete change from last night. Uryu's mouth wasn't stiff like before, but tender and explorative. Ichigo swiped his tongue soft, breaching the barrier of his lips. He felt Uryu's hand slip up along his side and up his back, gripping soft at his shirt. Was he trembling?
Ichigo's hand strayed lower on Uryu's back, using his fingers to hike his shirt up just enough to expose skin. Ichigo shifted his body more and Uryu squirmed in his embrace when he traced his fingertips over warm flesh, teasing along the waistband of his pants. Ichigo was finding it difficult to to restrain himself from just ripping his clothes off and licking every inch of his body. He groaned, hand grasping rough at the hem of Uryu's shirt, hiking it up further to explore. His skin was so warm against his palm, and softer than he expected. Ichigo pulled him closer until their chests were nearly pressed together, rolling his tongue more wildly against Uryu's, savoring the feel and taste of him. God, he wanted every part of him.
Uryu made a soft sound against his tongue and the grip he had on the back of Ichigo's shirt tightened the closer he was pulled forward. Ichigo broke the kiss and moved to the curve of his neck to nip soft on his skin and breathe in his natural scent. He was so close he could have swore he even tasted his reiatsu as his tongue trailed up to his ear. He felt and heard Uryu's gasping breaths, and just the tiniest sound of a whimper in the back of his throat. Damn if it didn't sound sexier than anything he had fantasized before. His free hand shifted and trailed up his thigh to get a feel, his self control slowly spiraling as he captured Uryu's lips for another kiss.
"Mn!" Uryu squirmed again and broke the kiss as he grabbed his sneaking hand firmly. "Wait, slow down," he said, panting heavy.
Ichigo halted his attempt to steal another kiss and let out a slow, agonizing breath, laying his forehead against Uryu's shoulder. He was full of over-exuberance as of late when it came to him, and if he wasn't careful he'd end up with a few bruises for the trouble. His restraint was slowly but surely crumbling now that he had shown the slightest shimmer of interest. His own body felt tense and when Uryu moved away he couldn't hide his disappointment.
"We should take this slow," Uryu said breathlessly, hands strategically over his groin.
"Oh... Yeah, okay," Ichigo managed, eyes focused on Uryu's lap. He wondered in his now hazy mind if Uryu realized he was only making his erection more obvious by covering it. His own jeans were feeling particularly tight in the groin to the point of throbbing.
"Stop staring!" he snapped.
"Sorry." Ichigo grit his teeth and forced his eyes to avert. Dammit, why does he have to look so hot even when he's pissed off?
"Ichigo, I'm sorry too. It's not that I don't want to continue, but we shouldn't rush into sex."
"It's not rushing to me," he reasoned and looked at him. He wished he hadn't. Uryu's eyes were narrowed, and his mouth was set in the deepest frown he had even seen on anyone. "Sorry." He closed his eyes to block it out and shook his head, wondering how many more times he was going to spill the word out. Apologizing over and over wasn't really helping the situation.
"Ichigo, you have to understand my side of this situation. From what you said, you've had your eyes on me for a while now. For me it's new, and this isn't exactly a...traditional relationship. I need time to adjust and sort out my feelings here." Ichigo felt his fingers brush his cheek and he opened his eyes after a few coaxing words. "Okay?"
"I get it." He brought his hand up to cover his. "I didn't mean to rush you."
"Good." He leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his lips then stood quickly to avoid another make out session. He pointedly straightened his glasses and cleared his throat. "Now, if you're feeling anything like me right now you're probably starving and exhausted. Not to mention needing a shower."
How about incredibly horny? Ichigo didn't dare say it aloud. "Yeah, pretty much," he said instead, unable to keep his eyes off his ass until he disappeared in the kitchen to start cooking something. Ichigo suppressed a groan as he lay his head back on the sofa cushion, desperately trying to will his hard-on to disappear as well.

AN: Thanks for the votes and reviews, especially Athrun434. Thank you for the honest crit, and you are not being rude or offensive. Well, the Orihime situation, while it appears she is accepting and happy, she is in fact still in pain over this turn of events. It will be mentioned in later chapters, and maybe I did have her acting out of place with it by her suggesting Ichigo spend the night with Uryu, but it's her way of trying to make Ichigo lose any kind of guilt he might be feeling. First and foremost she has always wanted Ichigo to be happy. Got to admit, even in the manga she will say what others want to hear so they don't see her sadness or upset about something. At least in my mind, lol. She will struggle with it for a while. Also, this story is more from Ichigo's point of view, so what she is thinking is really not known to the reader at this point. And don't worry, there will be lots more of Uryu and Ichigo going back and forth with this for a bit between them as well. :D
Oh and btw, Happy 4th of July everyone!
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