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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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Chapter Five
Standstill
"Urahara! Put me down damn it!" Ichigo ranted as he tried his hardest to worm himself out of the blonde's grasp. It was futile as he soon discovered, the eccentric man was holding him in a tight grip as he all but hopped downstairs. Great, he didn't want to be reminded of how the man had done this several times before; it normally ended up in an embarrassing situation on his end anyways. Pushing weakly against the arms that had secured him on their owner's lap he glared up at amused grey eyes before scowling and glancing at the doorway where he could faintly hear Uryū's amused voice addressing them.
"While it is amusing to watch Kurosaki struggle and make a fool of himself in the process, we have a guest that wouldn't be inclined to see such a spectacle." He commented with a smug grin, only managing to piss Ichigo off more.
"Don't even start Uryū, I'm not in the mood for any of the shit that you can come up with to irritate me further." He snapped, managing to grab a stray pillow that hadn't been taken back upstairs and use it to put some distance between himself and Urahara. He didn't have much of a problem with being so close to the man that he grew up thinking of as a surrogate uncle, but when he was around others in general he liked to put some space between himself and everyone else. It seemed that Urahara had noticed it and adamantly kept him in his lap, only letting his legs dangle across the other side of the couch as they settled comfortably on it.
The familiar gesture was actually comforting to him even though he acted like he would rather be somewhere else. While he would rather have had many of seireitei's shinigami to stay within their own territory rather than paying Karakura a visit, specifically visiting him in particular, it couldn't be prevented sometimes. The strange idea that he somehow liked the unannounced visits seemed to be a running theme within the Goteijūsantai, easily giving the shinigami a reason to pop in whenever they fucking felt like it. Damn it, one of the easiest ways to get under his skin was to remind him of just how little the shinigami of seireitei cared about the feelings of the people of Karakura.
Fuck, he had to push the thoughts of them out of his head because it would serve to piss him off worse than he already was. Scowling, he glanced at the Quincy who was standing just on the other side of the couch. Glancing at the end of the couch and back to Uryū he raised a brow in confusion. "Sit the hell down; don't just stand there like an idiot you damn prick." Ichigo snapped. He watched with satisfaction as a tanned hand pushed the raven haired Quincy forward before bursting out into a wheezing laugh. "Yo, just in time Yoruichi-san!" he crowed, watching with amusement as Uryū pushed himself into a sitting position and whirled around to glare at the owner of the offending hand.
"Aha, you're not looking so well Ichigo-chan, what's up with the party here?" Yoruichi asked happily, smiling at Ichigo, Ishida, then at Urahara. Ichigo noticed that the normally relaxed woman was incredibly tense, almost as if she was waiting for an attack to happen. It was unsettling to not just him; he could feel Urahara tensing beneath him as well. Yoruichi only slipped back into her onimitsukidō ways when they were needed, and that normally happened when they were either dealing with an enemy or with a volatile Goteijūsantai. It wasn't good at all if she was like this already.
"Neko—" Urahara was cut off by Ishida finally pushing himself upward into a sitting position on the couch. Grey eyes turned to the teen in amusement. He could already tell that the normally composed teen was going to snap, it was just a matter of time.
"Who—Yoruichi-san?" Ishida sputtered out, reining in the irritation that he was feeling in favor of replacing it with astonishment. He had known that the Goddess of Flash was known to be rather uncouth, yet he wasn't on the receiving end of her actions most of the time. He hadn't thought that he was exempt from such treatment from her, he just thought that she lavished her most of the time unwelcome attention upon Kurosaki.
"Relax already Ishida! It isn't every day that we get a visit from Soi Fon you know!" Yoruichi said seriously, her tone changing drastically from the jovial one that she used to greet Ichigo. It was then that the bespectacled teen noticed how tense the dark skinned woman actually was. Watching her with a curious glance as she sat down parallel to where they currently were sitting at on the couch, he was seriously unprepared for just how serious she looked. In fact, if he were to say it out loud Uryū would've easily characterized the look upon Yoruichi's face as barely restrained anger. "Soi Fon. Explain yourself." She snapped out in a tight, clipped tone as the smaller form of her former apprentice entered the room in a burst of shunpō.
To the surprise of the males in the room, the second division taichō didn't start to lavish comments upon her idol; in fact she remained stoic as she glanced at them. It was bad enough that members of the Goteijūsantai had appeared so quickly once the last shreds of Ichigo's control over Shirosaki's reiatsu shattered—not that he could control it on his own anyways, but that's not the point. What really irked them was that even though he used Shirosaki's influence to help out his friends and in the process it usually meant protecting several shinigami within seireitei as well, and the sōtaichō was just going to ignore everything that the orange haired teen has done? The system of rules and laws within seireitei were incredibly warped even without the added influence of central forty-six.
It was enough to cause Ichigo to lose whatever patience that he still had. "What the hell, you come here demanding to see me of all things and all you do is stay quiet? Why don't you just get on with what you were going to say, it's not like either of us wants you here in the first place!" He snapped out, not bothering to pay attention as to how his reiatsu was mirroring his anger as it lashed out about the room. The heat of Shirosaki's reiatsu was more of a balmy breeze against his skin as he turned his anger toward Soi Fon. It wasn't that he was pissed at only her, but she was the only one that actually represented both central forty-six and the sōtaichō's ideals. It was sickening to know that he has such a person in his house, even if she was once Yoruichi's pupil.
"Look how that turned out, she must've been a defective brat." Shirosaki said weakly, finding that his interest in what was going on in his king's world waning at the mention of the petite bitch of a shinigami taichō. Yeah, he was calling her a bitch without really talking to her. From what he learned about her from her actions as soon as she stepped into the room, the label that would fit her best would simply be a stuck up bitch.
Ichigo snorted softly. He was a bit concerned as to how quiet his hollow was being and as to how he could think so clearly while he was experiencing one of Urahara's out of the blue cuddle sessions. As much as he protested him for doing this, the blonde actually proved to be more insecure than he would've ever thought he was. Just being close to someone that actually knew what he went though, someone that he could identify with—just someone that wasn't Yoruichi….No, it wasn't that he had a problem with the Shihōin princess, that wasn't it at all. He wanted to actually connect with someone that he didn't see as a close friend, one that he didn't see as a sister. As amusing as some of the rumors that arose in their stay within seireitei and that's all that they were. They were simply rumors that were spread around due to the jealousy of both men and women alike. Feeling Urahara's gaze on him he tore his own angered stare off of Soi Fon and glanced at the blonde curiously.
"Geta bōshi." Ichigo murmured softly, catching the attention of the one whose lap he was sitting in. Good, that was what he wanted to happen. It wasn't a good thing that he was so tense, he seemed like he was off in a whole different world than the one his body was currently occupying. He didn't like how the blonde acted when he was like this, he just didn't seem like he was Kisuke anymore, and he almost discarded the whole personality that he had daily to take on the role of a jaded, scarred and beaten warrior. Ichigo knew that Urahara Kisuke was more complex than he let on most of the time, but one thing about him that he hated was this small quirk to the normally jovial blonde. It was something that never failed to unnerve him when he was in his presence when he was like this, and it was always a relief when he was shaken out of the particular mood he was in. It was like his teacher was returning to him again, finally letting himself to reach for the light of day once more.
Humming, the blonde tightened his hold upon the being in his lap. He loved it when Ichigo would indulge in the fact that he loved to nuzzle up to him and listen to the beating of his heart. It was a brazen way of getting comfort, especially with how the teen reacted during the first few times that he attempted this; but it was not for naught. Once Ichigo had gotten comfortable enough with him doing this, things had quickly went back to the way they were, the only change being that he would come to the teen for comfort and peace of mind.
Ichigo scoffed and smacked the back of his hand briefly as he became immersed within his thoughts once more. It was then that Urahara Kisuke remembered just how conniving his Ichigo-kun really could be. He only hid it under his brash actions and headstrong attitude, and once you finally peeled away the layers of the defense he had his true personality shined though like a beacon. The only thing was that you had to really do was look for it, all of the signs of the teen's true personality were there. Not everyone was as gifted as he was with reading Ichigo's emotions.
"It's nothing Ichigo-kun." He finally replied before turning his gaze upon Soi Fon once more. He could see how irritated she was due to the glare she had leveled upon him and how stiff her posture was. He knew that she was just itching to inflict bodily harm upon his being, but she held back not just because of Yoruichi, but she also wanted to keep whatever pride she still had intact. To do that, she had to keep her cool as best as she could in front of Ichigo and Uryū, two members of the famous ryoka group that had stormed seireitei just to save Kuchiki Rukia.
Yoruichi frowned as she realized that her former apprentice was going to be tight lipped throughout the whole visit here in the real world. That wouldn't do, not at all. Coughing slightly she noticed how Soi Fon went from glaring at Kisuke to glancing at her curiously before flushing and uttering out several apologies for her silence.
"Y-Yoruichi-sama, I'm so sorry—I was not aware that the Quincy boy would be here as well…" she was interrupted by a sarcastic chuckle from Ishida. She had not been in the presence of the Quincy often enough to be anything but on guard, so when he actually spoke up for the first time she couldn't help but to glance at him with contempt. She couldn't stand his lineage and actually hoped that Kurotsuchi taichō had succeeded in eliminating one of the last remnants of the pitiful race. While she would have to admit that the Quincy did have his uses to them, he was more trouble than he was worth just like his friend Kurosaki Ichigo.
"Would you be so kind and start explaining yourself Soi Fon-san?" Ishida finally interjected, finding the way that she was sucking up to the purple haired woman unnecessary and a complete eyesore to the tense atmosphere around them all. It had somewhat bothered him to see Ichigo so comfortable with Urahara-san as he was, but he could see that there was more than enough under wraps that he didn't understand about them both and as to what sort of relationship the two had with each other. By observing Kurosaki he was able to make a guess as to how much he actually trusted the former shinigami taichō, and he knew then that they were closer than just being student and teacher, but they weren't involved with each other either.
That was a strangely comforting thought, no matter how odd it was. He didn't know why he was so content with knowing that there was nothing more than a strong friendship between the two, but he was. He liked to know that Kurosaki Ichigo actually considered him a friend and ally, no matter how apart they might seem day to day. An unspoken compromise had come between them quickly, and it was one that was rooted in stubbornness and pride. He was slightly irritated at the way Urahara-san clung to Ichigo, but he did see the reason why he did so. He was preventing the vizard from lashing out and attacking Soi Fong, and by how tight he was clenching his fists it would be a matter of time before he actually did snap and lash out at the petite taichō.
Soi Fon's head seemed to snap to the side as she leveled him with an icy glare. It wasn't anything that he hadn't seen before and he merely brushed it aside. If she wanted to continue to suck up to Yoruichi-san she should do it in her own time, not when she was actually expected to report the Goteijūsantai's orders as she had so put it. They weren't being so overly ambivalent for nothing, and it seemed that even Urahara-san's patience was wearing thin.
"If you please, Soi Fon-san." Ishida interjected once more. He was already sick and tired of having to deal with such a detestable shinigami whom he knew now that wouldn't deserve his respect even if it was forced out of him. She was too set in the ways of her superiors to care much about anything else. It was a pity; if she had learned to lighten up a bit he had the feeling that Inoue-san along with Arisawa-san would strike up a friendship to be envied of. Frowning slightly at the thought of the soft hearted girl he couldn't help but to feel a smidgen of annoyance towards her. If she hadn't approached him the way she did and if he didn't feel bad enough by thinking of declining her simple request he wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. He felt bad enough that he was blaming Orihime like this, but in a way she was responsible for how things were turning out as much as Urahara Kisuke was. The only thing that made him feel somewhat better about this whole situation was that when Soi Fon left, he almost knew for a fact that Ichigo would vent his frustrations through force upon the shopkeeper.
"You show such impudence for one that is knowingly in league and should I dare say it, friends with such a being such as that." She growled out, pointing a bony finger towards Ichigo. She was expecting the teen to lash out at her and give her a perfect reason to eliminate him then and there but he was restrained quickly by the one that she loathed so much, Urahara Kisuke.
"Hush now Ichi-kun. She wants you to act out against her. Don't give her that." Kisuke spoke, hoping to draw in Ichigo's attention and keep him from attacking Soi Fon in his weakened state. He may have been highly inebriated from what currently was happening to him, but he surely wasn't going to let someone walk all over him. He didn't have to worry about that much because more were on his side than he thought. As overly controlling as the sōtaichō and central forty-six could be, there was a rising distaste towards both ruling powers within seireitei. Not that many would go and admit it outright, the easiest way to tell this was to glance into the eyes of most shinigami. Their eyes held the volumes of things that could not be spoken freely.
Shaking his head Ichigo pushed away somewhat from Urahara so that he could sit up. Letting his reiatsu reach out and mesh with Uryū's own he felt himself calm slightly, but it wasn't enough to quench the raging inferno of anger that was waiting in the wings to explode with a fury. "So I'm the monster, is that right?" Ichigo queried in a soft, dark and raspy tone as he let his golden eyed gaze lock with Soi Fon's disgusted grey eyes.
"No, you don't even deserve the title of monster trash. Your kind should've been wiped out long ago. It is all thanks to that detestable man whose lap you are sitting in like a child that you are still here today. Is that why you cling to him, to show him your thanks? It is such a fitting repayment from someone that has the worth of one less than a common whore." Soi Fon hissed out spitefully, a smirk tugging at her lips as she noticed the quiet anger that Urahara Kisuke was known to possess bubble to the surface.
"Bitch, you don't know what you're messing with." Ichigo snapped out, trying his hardest to wrench himself from Urahara's grasp. There was no way in hell that she would get away with what she had just called him, he knew that he should've just cut her down to size when he first saw her.
"Kurosaki, don't." Ishida hissed out, reaching over to grasp a hold of the orange haired teen's arm. That hardly did much to placate the anger that was welling deep within him and bubbling to the surface fast. The vizard was more than willing to continue struggling with Urahara so that he could free himself, but it was to no avail unfortunately. Both Ichigo and Uryū were unprepared for the sudden rush of angry reiatsu that was unleashed by Urahara and gasped for breath.
"I do believe that you are out of line, Soi Fon." Urahara growled out, dropping any and all niceties to lash back at the petite taichō. He was aware of the hatred she held for him, he actually accepted it. To focus such hatred upon Ichigo, who did nothing to receive neither words nor anger towards himself. Blood red reiatsu lashed out around the living room focused upon the one that had offended the bright, lively teen. The blinding hot rush of anger that swept over his body was something that he hadn't felt in a long while. He was more than willing to let that anger take control of him but was stopped not just by the pain of Ichigo's nails digging into his own skin and the bite of his surprised reiatsu against his own, but as his eyes refocused he found himself staring into apprehensive sapphire blue orbs veiled by glasses.
"What the…Uryū-kun?" He asked hazily, feeling a sudden weight being lifted from his shoulders. The raven haired teen looked absolutely frazzled yet resolute as he gave him a fragile, shaky smirk.
"You're back." Urahara could tell that it was both a statement and a question and didn't bother to point such a fact out. It had taken the two of them to bring him out of such a haze of anger and even then it took more out of Ichigo than anything. Sighing softly he tried his best to reel in his anger. It was incredibly had to do, and he knew that if he wasn't holding Ichigo so tightly he would've snapped completely.
Yoruichi, whom was silent through most of the exchange between Ichigo, Uryū and Kisuke and felt something snap within her. Someone was attacking her student, and it was her former apprentice no less! It appeared that Soi Fon didn't learn decorum as much as she wished that she would, and even though she seemed like she ignored the rules and expectations as to how one was supposed to act and hold themselves as in public, she did know and made sure that she never bent those rules too far. As for protecting Ichigo, she knew that nine times out of ten he would be able to protect himself and this was the one time that he needed to let everyone else protect him. It was his time to sit back and let someone protect him for a change. In the back of her mind she knew that the orange haired teen would be on the warpath once he actually was well enough to stand, but she pushed that thought back long enough to glare at her former apprentice.
"Of all the most ill-informed things to say, you pick something as impacting as this! Do you have no tact left within that pretty little head you're so fond of Soi Fon? Do you have no sense of well being?" the purple haired woman snapped out as her angry golden eyes almost literally burned a hole into the black haired taichō's head. Yoruichi was sick and tired of dealing with such a brat, when would she actually grow up? No matter how much she tried to prove that her past was behind her, Soi Fon only managed to prove that she was still the clingy little brat she was when she was younger. While she had to admit that it was a cute trait for a young teen to have, it was rather unflattering on someone that had obtained such a distinguished title. It was unfitting of the leader of the onimitsukidō to act in such a way. She could plainly see that she was just as broken as when she met her student again for that brief time during their battle in Seireitei. Even though she had grown, she still clung to the past as if it could solve everything.
Yoruichi was well aware that Soi Fon was taken aback by the bite her tone held yet she could not even begin to care about niceties. She had no time to. As much as she wanted to prove to her foolish former apprentice that Ichigo wasn't the monster that the sōtaichō had painted him out to be, she knew it wouldn't do all that much good. The most frustrating trait about Soi Fon was that she was so hard headed and stuck in the ways that she was taught when she was younger that there was no room for change. The girl was simply too stiff.
"Kurosaki, a monster? I believe that you are sorely mistaken. Foolish and hardheaded almost all of the time, but he is in no way a monster." Ishida interjected coolly, a deadly ice settling into both his voice and eyes as he glared at Soi Fon. He was more than welcome to let Yoruichi-san to continue berating the woman, but it was that one statement about Ichigo that got under his skin to the point that he had to turn it around and give the most obvious rebuttal that he could give. "He is obviously still human, lives in the human world yet he gives up so much to save your skins when you're in trouble." He rebuked sharply before pausing and tilting his head slightly to the side. "Ah yes, It must have slipped my mind. You see, he doesn't return to seireitei to protect the Goteijūsantai, he returns for his friends, his allies, his comrades in arms." A wry smirk tugged at his lips as he spoke. It had taken him this long to actually realize just how much friends and family, even for the enemies that he had fought and in the process obtained a shaky relationship with. Kurosaki Ichigo's heart was bigger and more open to things than he could ever imagine and it made his own cold sheltered heart feel just a bit warmer.
"Are you certain that you are not just projecting your inner thoughts and misgivings against one particular race like your kind has done to my own? We deserve to be able to live, but you shinigami have a strange notion within your mind that because one race might be fairly different from your own that you must eradicate it. In that sense alone you should be the ones to take a look at yourselves before you go and try to wipe out another race because of petty fears and rumors." The Quincy hissed out, his tone holding a barely restrained anger and hidden hurt from his own experience with the shinigami of seireitei, mainly Kurotsuchi Mayuri.
"Oi, Uryū." Ichigo called out, the hollow like warble of Shirosaki's voice intertwining with his own. Surprised at the sudden call he glanced at Ichigo curiously. The look that was upon his features was shocking in itself. He was expecting some form of pity from the shinigami daikou, but that was notably absent from the strangely understanding golden eyes that caught his own. Uryū was internally glad that Kurosaki didn't pity him as many of their friends tended to, rather he gave him the impression that the whole experience made him stronger. It had made him stronger in more ways than one. That particular experience also strengthened the building hate that he held for the shinigami.
"You going to let her get under your skin like that? It's so not like you." Ichigo commented roughly, hoping that he would get the hint and stop being so worked up over what Soi Fon had said. Personally he was thrilled that he had made a good enough impression upon the Quincy to have him defend him as such, but it was Shirosaki that really felt a good amount of the happiness that was coursing through his body.
"He doesn't think we're a monster king, he doesn't think I'm a monster!" Shirosaki whispered happily, something that was highly strange for even with how quickly he was prone to shed one emotion for another. It was pretty amusing to watch the hollow flit between so many different emotions, never quite deciding on one to stick with. It was that unpredictability that he was known and actually appreciated for according to the geta bōshi. Hell, if he was going to be known for something it had to be memorable. He didn't want to be known just as his king's hollow and he knew Ichigo recognized that. It was one of the reasons that he had given him a name. He couldn't have felt better when he was actually recognized as a separate, thinking being by Urahara; but it was the interactions that he had with Uryū that really made things all the more better. He was actually thought of as a person, even if he was living within the confines of Ichigo Kurosaki's soul.
Ishida was indeed acting quite strange, Yoruichi thought wryly as she observed the unusually friendly banter between the two. Normally they were at each other's throats most often times than not, so this was an incredibly huge change. Catching Urahara's gaze she was gifted with a knowing grin and amused hazel eyes. Feeling herself grin as well she knew that she would have to ask what the hell was going on between those two later. That whole explanation had be be interesting, especially with how fast they went from feuding comrades in arms to what appeared to be close friends. It didn't escape her knowledge that Ichigo's hollow had an actual grip upon his body, but he was also not causing a scene so it wasn't going to be that big of a deal. It was Ichigo that spoke, not the hollow. Even if the hollow like warble that clung to the annoyed tenor of the orange haired teen was to say anything.
It seemed as if Soi Fon noticed this as well. The haughty taichō had gone almost completely silent during their interaction and was sneering in disgust. "I do not see why Kyoraku taichō, Ukitake taichō, Hitsugaya taichō, and even Kuchiki taichō asked me to use digression with you Kurosaki." The second division taichō stated balefully.
A rakish grin was her answer. "It's because they like me, and unlike you they know an ally when they see it." He replied mockingly and egged on Soi Fon's bad mood further.
Huffing in annoyance she straightened herself out and made her way to the door. "That may be so, but with both the sōtaichō's and central forty-six's orders you are to remain within seireitei for an allotted amount of time while they finally decide whether you are to be stripped of all of your powers or if you are to be fully made a shinigami and integrated within the Goteijūsantai. I would hope for the latter if I were you." She stated seriously as she glanced back at Ichigo.
"The hell I will! I'm not going to let those fuckers control me! I'm my own person. If I want to remain a shinigami daikou I don't doubt that Ukitake-san or Kyoraku-san won't have much trouble in helping me out." Ichigo replied cockily.
Groaning internally at the foolishness of the teen she felt something snap within her. He was acting so nonchalant about this whole thing—he was acting as if none of it mattered to him! Her internal tirade was interrupted by Ichigo once more, who by the looks of it thought he had every reason to be confident.
"You think I'm going to let you do that? Fuck no; I'm going to fight back with everything I have against you controlling bastards. It only makes things easier on my end if I already have people within seireitei on my side. If they decide to act on my behalf, what do you think will happen then?"
"You fool! Don't let it get to your head. There are ones against you as well." She commented darkly, crossing the threshold of the door. Her anger simmered about her reiatsu which even then was tightly reeled in.
Grinning darkly, a mad glint entered his eyes courtesy of Shirosaki. "Oh, I plan on it. Nothing ever comes that easy but I'm really going to show you what happens when you cross someone that's been fighting for your asses when he could've just been living a relatively normal life." He replied, watching with satisfaction as Soi Fon disappeared out of sight. Sighing in relief he collapsed in a boneless heap against Urahara as the tension from what had just occurred finally got to him.
"Ichigo-kun?" The blonde queried softly.
"Aa, what is it?" He murmured sleepily, wanting nothing more than to fall into that glorious abyss of sleep that was calling him.
"What are you going to do?"
Ichigo grinned sleepily. "What I do best, hack and slash my way out of things. Besides, you'll be there too, right?"
This time it was Uryū that answered his question. "Of course baka. Now get some sleep. You look like you're about to pass out any moment."
Chuckling softly he found himself agreeing quickly with Uryū. His whole body felt weak, and every time he blinked he could feel the first tendrils of Morpheus' grip taking hold of him. Soon enough he would fall asleep, but there was one thing that he still had to do.
Now that Soi Fon had left, the grip Urahara had upon his body was easier to break. Shrugging out of the blonde's grip he pushed away from his body only to tumble headfirst into Uryū's lap. That wasn't exactly what he was going for, but it worked. He was too tired to care much anyways.
"K-Kurosaki!" Uryū spluttered out in surprise, trying to ignore the amused laughter coming from both Urahara and Yoruichi-san.
Tilting his head to the side Ichigo glanced up at him with slightly annoyed golden eyes. "What's the matter now?" he groused, wanting nothing more than to sleep. He didn't see the big deal; after all he had been in a similar position when they were in his room, even though it was Shirosaki in control and not himself.
"Do you have to be so annoying?" Uryū asked softly, his voice losing most of the heat that it held earlier. In fact to Ichigo he sounded more embarrassed than anything. A smile tugged at his lips as he nuzzled against khaki covered legs.
"Course I do, if I'm not, then who would go and take my place? Keigo's a complete idiot that probably would be killed within the first ten minutes." He muttered tiredly before letting his eyes close. It wasn't even three minutes later that he fell asleep, his arms curled around Uryū's legs. Pleasant tingles surged up his spine and for once he slept somewhat peacefully with a content smile on his face.
Hesitantly reaching out to caress the orange strands that were scattered about Ichigo's head like a fiery halo he stopped himself before he could make contact with them. He had no idea what had come over him; he was going to run his fingers through Ichigo's hair as if he wanted to and as if it was welcome. Well, it probably was welcome with how Shirosaki acted towards him, but it still unnerved him to the point of utter confusion.
Seireitei basically just declared war upon Ichigo and he returned the notion, and he was here acting like a lovesick fool! Just what spell had Kurosaki Ichigo woven to capture his attention so easily, and why didn't he want to stray from it? This day was going to be even longer if the looks that had crossed both of the former taichō's faces were anything to go by. Great, that was all he needed to add to his insomnia problem.
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long for me to get this out, this has been a pretty hellish second half of a semester for me when it comes to homework and work for my classes in general. I will have the next chapter up as soon as I can. I do have finals in two weeks so I will be fairly busy, but I will be working on getting the next chapter out as soon as I can. I actually started writing this chapter before chapter 397 of the manga, but this will actually help me more. Be prepared for Shinigami Isshin to take the scene soon, also several introductions from the Arrancar cast as well.
Now then, I have to worry about finishing my French homework before I can even start the next chapter so I'm going to be busy later on. -pouts- Anyways, I hope that everyone has a nice Easter!
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