What Yachiru Wants

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There was little light in Soul Society due tom when night arrived, the only sources of light were the many lanterns spread out over the grounds. Small and large, long and wide. They stood on walls, on the ground, on rooftops with their flames flickering against the sides. Ichigo followed silently behind his guide, brown eyes looking around the place as they made their way toward, what he figured, the 11th Divisions headquarters.
It was with surprise he found himself in front of a rather small house. Ikkaku paused outside the door, stepping aside, and turned to face him. Ichigo stopped on the other side of the door, suspiciously glancing at the anonymous façade. The familiar pale stones, a brown door and on either side were a pair of closed windows. A faint glow of light could be seen, even through the shutters. Frowning he looked to the other for an explanation.

“This is as far as I go. This is were the captain and lieutenant lives, I suppose the door is open. So it’s just to head on in…”

Ichigo wasn’t too keen on being left to his fate, even if it was the bold shinigami it was better then noone, but he couldn’t really blame the other for taking the chance of getting away. Hell, he wouldn’t have stepped inside Kenpachi’s home unless he had no other choice… kinda like now.

“Fine” he growled, annoyed at the situation “I’ll deal with this…”

The other murmured a ‘good luck’ and disappeared in the usual whirlwind, leaving only a briefly roused whirlwind. Ichigo swallowed and stepped up to the door, facing it, lifted his fist to knock and then hesitated. His knuckles were only an inch or two from the wooden surface, so close and yet so far, and something held him back. Maybe my survival instinct…

A wind blew by, ruffling his hair and tugging at his clothes. Shuddering he realised he was rather cold, and imagined he could feel a faint warmth radiate from the house. He shifted the weight from one foot to the other.

Suddenly the door flew open.

“The hell Ichigo, you gonna come in or stand there buzzing reiatsu all night?”

A strong hand curled around his lifted hand and tugged the teen inside, at the same time tugging a yelp out of his throat. The hand let go just as suddenly as it came but Ichigo caught in surprise had no time to stop the movement of his body and crashed into the large body blocking his path. Kenpachi didn’t even flinch as the teen bounced of his chest and fell to the floor, hissing as he landed on his backside. The uncovered eyes observed the scene with silent amusement.

The door fell shut behind Ichigo.

“What the hell Kenpachi” the shinigami representative complained, pulling himself up from the floor. The captain stared “you could’ve just opened the door and left it at that, I would’ve come in anyway…”

“Maybe…”

There was a brief silence following as the two stared at each other, Ichigo trying to glare daggers at the other and the other just staring impassively back at the teen. A flicker of amusement shining through. Despite the staring contest, he noted that it was in fact rather nice inside. A pleasant warmth chasing away the cold that had clung to his body, and light dancing on both of their sides. Soft colours. The deep corridor ended in a pair of stairs leading upwards in a curling motion.

A blur of pink swished down those stairs, and Ichigo finally broke eye contact just in time before the blur attached to his leg. Large brown eyes looking up at him, fists curling in the cloth of his pants. Yachiru grinned.

“Ichi-Ichi-chan! Do you have any candy for me?”

The teen wished he had. He was about to reply as the other beat him to it.

“Now, now, what have I said about candy before dinner? Ichigo-chan here has come to make us dinner, haven’t you Ich-i-go-chan?” The captain slowly pronounced his name, eye daring the boy to refuse. Ichigo didn’t even dare to think about refusing, not wanting to find out what sort of reaction he would get from the insane shinigami.

“Uh. Yeah…”

There was an excited ‘Yaay’ from beneath them and the teen was pulled, with surprising strength, into the kitchen. A lamp hung from the ceiling, spreading a pleasant light in the small space. The small lieutenant bounced around him as Ichigo looked around, taking the place in. Not really sure what he’d expected he decided this wasn’t it. The place was neat and tidy, a single flower standing in the one window. White cupboards, matching shelves, a stove, a table and a few chairs, a red carpet. The teen couldn’t imagine the other shinigami doing or maintain this, maybe they never spent any time here and originally had someone decorate it like this. Or maybe Kenpachi killed whoever lived here and moved in… Maybe.

“…and I want dessert after that, maybe some of those cookies you have in your world. One time Ken-chan took me…”

Ichigo let the sound of Yachiru fade out and glanced over his shoulder, catching the owner of the house watching him silently. Arms crossed over his chest and a contemplative look on his face, not the usual smirk or stare but rather just looking.

“Ne, Ichi-chan, are you listening?”

A tug snapped him out of his stupor, feeling relief as he focused his attention on the annoyed girl glaring up at him. Forcing himself to smile he reached down and patted her head, hoping it would be enough to sate her anger.

“Ah, yes. So, let's cook”

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Later they had all managed to eat the food Ichigo cooked, it wasn’t all that great since the teen didn’t care much for cooking and never really had bothered to learn much more then the basics. Yet the other two seemed pleased enough, and Yachiru had chattered almost through the entire dinner. Only pausing long enough to shovel in some food, chew it and swallow. Now the teen stood cleaning the dishes as the other two had disappeared off to somewhere. Not that it bothered him, it was nice to not feel the heavy gaze of the other rest on him.

The previously hot water had scolded his hands slightly, making them red, and he let out a sigh of relief as he dipped them in cool water. He’d asked, during the dinner, when he was free to go home and only received a gruff ‘Sunday’. So, at least he wouldn’t be stuck playing housekeeper for more then a few days, he hoped.

“Come tuck me in…”

Turning around, drying his hands on the front of his outfit, he spotted the young shinigami in what he assumed was supposed to be a pyjama but looked like a too large t-shirt. Surprisingly she looked rather shy, wringing both hands in the dark material and eyes downcast to the floor. Ichigo couldn’t sense Kenpachi anywhere near.

“Okay, lets go”

Taking the smaller hand in his he followed the girl upstairs, listening to the wood creak beneath their feet. Upstairs was sparsely decorated. A single chair and a bookcase with some books and scrolls and two doors. One with the name Yachiru scrawled across the surface, in what the teen assumed was black marker, together with cut out pink star.

She brought him to the room inside that door, and he half expected it to be full of stuff but was rather disappointed to find that it consisted of nothing but a futon, a drawer and a desk with a few books. The round window was naked and without curtains. Ichigo frowned but stayed silent.

The lieutenant made her way between the sheets and he tucked her in, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face as her eyes drooped and closed. Then he turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him.

“Good boy…”

The words ghosted down his neck. The redhead tried to step away from the speaker but a large arm wrapped across his waist and held him still. Holding him to a firm chest.

“Easy now…”

Again the words caressed his neck, this time causing goose bumps to break out. He squeezed his eyes shut, recognising the now familiar reiatsu of Kenpachi Zaraki pushing against his back and his own energy. Relaxing, the arm in turn loosened its hold. Stepping out of the hold he turned and faced the other, wondering how he managed to sneak up on him without Ichigo noticing it.

“What are you doing” he breathed, glaring at the other.

“I just thought to inform you’re going to be ‘mommy’ all weekend”

Ichigo waited for the other to continue, seeing the smirk tug at lips and silently wondering what the other was thinkning about but at the same time didn’t want to find out. Finally fed up with waiting he sighed and growled a short ‘And?’. Now Kenpachi did smirk.

“And as the ‘mommy’” At any other time Ichigo would have laughed at the fact of the insane captain using the word mommy “you’ll be sleeping with the ‘daddy’… That is, you’ll be sharing my bed, with me.”

Paling, Ichigo could only gape as the other pushed him inside the second door. It was a bedroom. Still in chock he numbly took in the same simple style as in the other room, hands pushing him forward until he stood at the end of a futon. Finally snapping out of his stupor, he whipped around.

“Hell no, I’m not going to sleep with you, pervert! I’ll rather sleep on the floor!”

Kenpachi laughed, a heavy sound.

“I’m not going to rape you, you’re just going to sleep in the same futon. What are you thinking about Kurosaki? There's no other place for you to sleep”

This time Ichigo knew he blushed and thanked whatever god still favouring him had let the room be dark, and turned away. Staring at the sleepingplace. It wasn’t very large, but the two of them would probably fit. Still. Sleeping with another man. Just sharing bed, futon, or not… Yet... Glancing over his shoulder the redhead watched the captain slip out of his shinigami outfit, draping it across a chair. He looked away.

Fine, whatever. Just get it over with.

He hastily took off his own outfit, leaving it fallen on the floor, and slipped in beneath the thin sheet. Moving around and turning to his side, facing away from the other side. Only a moment later the mattress dipped and the others presence once more pushed up against him, radiating power.

His heart was beating faster, hands holding tightly onto the white sheets and waiting for…

A warm hand slipped over his thigh, a chest pressed up against his back, and warm breath ghosted across his cheek. Ichigo pressed his eyes shut, holding his breath. Was I waiting for this? The hand dipped between his legs, moving in small circles and making their way upwards. Exploring the rim of his boxers, continuing to his stomach, causing his muscles to twitch. No.

The hand changed direction and went lower again, taking the short path leading to his groin and massaged it through the thin material. He groaned, pushing face into the pillow. The hand continued, finding his limp member and touched and pushed until it reached semi hardness. Ichigo breathed hard now, eyes partly open, unconsciously pushing back into the body behind him. The soft pleasure buzzing through him, fingers cupping and brushing and his legs parted a little. Letting the other in somewhat. Heat.

The other pushed closer to him, flush against the redhead and now Ichigo felt something hard brush up against his backside, he tensed.

All stilled.

Then the hand disappeared, leaving him panting.

“Goodnight, Ichigo-kun”

And the other moved away. Ichigo slipped his hand between his leg, holding back a moan. Kami-sama. Embarrassment flooded his face and he cursed his own inability to simply beat the other unconscious for doing this. I’m such a sissy.

“Stop bristling, I can feel you from over here”

Ichigo bit his lip, growling, but said nothing.


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Sorry for being so short with the last chapter