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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Touch and Go
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: One shot
Pairing: Muramasa/Ichigo
Requested by: Felnore
Word count: 1,261
AN: So after long last I have come to you with a new story! I hope you guys enjoy this. Really. It’s been a long time coming. :D
And you know what? I wrote this before I saw Muramasas death…It’s kinda scary how parallel it is…
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TLee: So long to take to respond but I have! I know I have typos and the such but most of these stories are written on the fly and not really gone over unless I have time. Which is not often. But I’m glad that you enjoyed and I’m hoping to see more reviews from you soon. :D
Anaris: I have them somewhere running around. And thank you. *bows*
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Standing amongst the trees, his pale lips pulled thin as he watched the young substitute Shinigami rest against a log looking world wary.
Tired almost. It was as if the young man had the weight of a secret weighing him down, his reitsu flickering as he sighed and leant against the fallen log.
Muramasa tilted his head to the side as his face once more relaxed into a blank look. Blinking, he took a step forward before stopping himself from moving, his nails clicking together as Ichigo groaned and slowly stretched his body, once more relaxing, feeling a bit of well known warmth curl in his groin. It was a warmth that happened every time he saw one Ichigo Kurosaki.
Pushing the thoughts and warmth away, Muramasa walked into the field, Ichigo seemingly not even paying attention to him beyond the brown eyes that watched him with bored wariness. Stopping near him, the spirit eyed him, drawing hi sown eyes down over the red-orange hair, down over the pale skin that was exposed and wondered just what type of body was hidden beneath his shinigami uniform.
“Ichigo Kurosaki,” he finally said, Ichigo closing his eyes partly and letting hi shead drop back as he shifted Zangtsus sword form over his thighs.
“Muramasa, what an unexpected surprise,” Ichigo greeted as the tall spirit came to stand before him, gazing down at him.
“What are you doing here?” Muramasa asked, raising an eyebrow as Ichigo smiled softly and shook his head, eyes still half lidded.
“I’m resting actually. Hiding I suppose you can say if you wanted to,” he replied. “Recharging is probably the better term to use.”
“Why would you need to recharge?” Muramasa asked, sitting down on a bolder, carefully lacing his fingers together. He could feel Ichigos reitsu ebb and flow in a gently way, much different then his usual fluctuations. It roused his curiosity.
“Sometimes you just need to get away and reconnect with yourself, Muramasa,” Ichigo hummed, eyes opening fully and sharing at him. “My power…it’s almost chaotic, isn’t it? Especially with Shiro running around in my mind. Usually it’s much more calm, or so a friend has told me.”
“A friend?” Muramasa prodded, mind pacing as his eyes narrowed at the young man.
“Yes, a friend I suppose,” was the amused reply. “And no, you don’t know him. No one I know, knows him. And I like it that way actually.”
“So I can tell,” Muramasa drawled, Ichigos lips twitching in some amusement. The two sat in the quiet, Muramasa letting his mind work on the puzzle that sat before him. The young man was more then what he seemed, a complicated being that had so many layers to him that no one truly knew him. “You are an odd shinigami, Kurosaki. I have never encountered one like you.”
“I don’t think you’ll ever find someone quite like me,” Ichigo teased, long fingers stroking over Zangstus blade, making the power coming from it hum brightly as he smiled. “Why are you doing this, Muramasa? Why do you hate shinigami so much?” he asked after a moment. Muramasa gazed at him, eyes boring into Ichigo.
“I am not going to tell you. Surely you realize this,” he stated. Ichigo laughed under his breath and nodded as he waved a hand.
“Figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask you at least,” Ichigo said. Crossing his legs, he twitched his foot a few times as the spirit raised an eyebrow. He smirked and shrugged, once more shifting Zangstu over his thighs. Muramasa felt a surge of jealousy, wanting to be the one being stroked by long, knowing fingers and laying on, between, strong thighs. The heat was sudden and hot, rushing through his veins, heating his body in a surprising way.
Pushing the feeling aside, Muramasa smirked and lifted one hand, palm up and fingers uncurling in a “What can you do?” way. Ichigo smirked in return as his hands continued to play over his zanpactous blade. The spirit continued to watch them, wondering if his master had ever caressed him in such a loving way.
The feeling memories told him that it had never happened, not once, and another surge of jealousy surprised him once more. Pushing that down, he rested his elbows on his knees and continued to watch the shinigami as he once more closed his eyes.
“Are the other spirits alright?” Ichigo asked finally, drawing Muramasa’s eyes to his lips as they moved.
“They are well enough,” he replied, brown eyes opening once more as they caught his own.
“You know that this will not end well when it finally comes to a head.” Ichigos voice was sad, matching the feeling that shined softly in his eyes. Muramasa frowned as the need to touch him made him twitch slightly. “No one will walk away without being changed in someway, good or bad.”
“I know. Though, it is much to late for this to end,” Muramasa stated, watching Ichigo stand and placing Zangestu to the side before moving over to stand before him. Looking up, he stared at the young man as a long fingered hand reached out and smoothed over his forehead. Leaning into the touch very slightly, he continued to gaze at Ichigo.
“That I do know,” Ichigo sighed, his eyes saddening even more. Muramasa stood, gazing down at the young man, gently caressing one pale cheek with the back of his fingers. “I suppose I was just hoping for a foolish moment.”
“I see,” Muramasa sighed, carefully cupping a lean hip as Ichigo pressed closer, closing his eyes as their reitsu mingled, stroked together. Resting both of his hands on the younger mans hips, the spirit let his own eyes shut as lean hands came to sit on his biceps. “We should not be here. Should not be doing this.”
“I know. But right now? I’m content with this,” Ichigo sighed, brushing his nose over the others chin teasingly. Muramasa rumbled, and making sure to not hurt him, stroked one cheek, tilting his head back. Lowering his own head, the spirit brushed his lips against the soft lips that he had been obsessed with without know why, but quickly finding his answer as they parted under his questing tongue.
“We should not be doing this,” he breathed, breaking the kiss after taking some time to taste Ichigo. He wanted to taste more, wanted to feel the hands that were holding onto his shoulders to touch as he touched. It was raw lust mixed with the respect between them as warriors.
“I know, but I can’t help but want,” Ichigo hummed, smoothing a bit of cloth on Muramasa shoulders down. “You call to a part of me, a dark part that I try so hard to hide but don’t want to.”
“Ichigo, we must separate. If I win and you live, we will come together once more, and I will not let you go,” Muramasa promised, sealing their lips together. Tasting, imprinting everything that was Ichigo on his memory, he was slow to pull away. Stroking Muramasas cheek, the young man pulled away and walked back to his zanpactou, picking it up.
“Goodbye, Muramasa,” Ichigo said, the words carried on the wind as he left. When it was all said and done, Byakuyas supposed betrayal proved wrong and Muramasa defeated, Ichigo once more stood in the meadow as he placed a dull zanpactou down against a bolder, caressing the blade with tears in his eyes. He said three words before leaving once more.
“Good bye, Muramasa.”
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