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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 Seven
Daybreak
"You know what, you're really annoyin' sometimes. If only you let me talk to him sooner, half of this shit wouldn't even be happenin'." Shirosaki grumbled.
He wasn't kidding when he said this either. If he could've spoken to Ichigo when he had first realized that he was indeed a separate entity that was connected to him, he would've cleared the air a hell of a lot sooner. But no, everyone had to be paranoid jackasses about him; and even went as far enough to seal him off for a while! If that wasn't enough to irritate him, he wouldn't know what would.
I mean, who in the hell actually liked to be caged up like a brainless animal? He was damn intelligent, and he could use the mind that he was given.
"Now what do you mean by that, Shiro-kun?"
Shirosaki rolled his eyes. "Ya know jus' exa'tly wha' tha hell I'm talking about, so stop the shit." He hissed out, enjoying the dark look that crossed over Urahara's features. Good, what he had done to him hadn't been pushed into the back of the blonde's mind. Sometimes he had to wonder just who Urahara Kisuke actually was; the kind, yet calculating ex taichō in the guise of a shopkeeper, a serious opponent just looking to distance himself from Seireitei, or somewhere in between.
The pale hollow doubted whether either of the personalities that the blonde used were really who he was deep down. Sometimes he wanted to strip everything away from the mysterious blonde to figure out just who he was exactly, yet sometimes he couldn't help the idea that if he did, he might just not like the result.
"Now you're being spiteful Shiro-kun. How unbecoming of you."
A flash of white preceded a creepy cackling laugh full of amusement was his answer to Urahara's jab. "Spite? It's one of the emotions I was made with. Instead of it making me look bad, it makes me look good. At least in king's eyes, and that's what really matters." He hissed dangerously, onyx and gold eyes turning into a darker shade of ocher with his anger. If he could've lashed out at the blonde, he would.
Serious black eyes watched the interaction between his best friend and his son's hollow, finding that more questions than answers were welling up with their conversation alone. If he let them continue bantering like this they wouldn't get anywhere. "Kisuke, as much as I'd like to keep watching you argue childishly with Shirosaki, I do believe that there are more important things to discuss. We could always get back to this conversation later."
Smirking smugly at Urahara, Shirosaki nodded. "Finally. I was waitin' for someone to shut the crack head up so I could talk. He's startin' to get annoyin' again."
Sighing deeply in annoyance, Uryū glanced down at Shirosaki. "Just get to explaining, Shirosaki and stop complaining. You can always do that later." Uryū admonished with a rap of his knuckles against Ichigo's skull.
It was a good thing that he was the one that was in control of his king's body because if the one in question was, there would be more of a headache to deal with than there was now. Ichigo was on the brink of falling apart, but there was no way that both Zangetsu and he would let that happen to their king. They couldn't let that happen to him with just how much rested in his unknowing hands.
"Good grief, be a little more patient why don't ya?" Shirosaki grumbled, his expression sliding back into the pleased, yet obviously tired one that spoke of untold pains.
Sighing deeply he glanced forward, his eyes clouding over in thought. He was silent for a few minutes, trying to find the right way to explain this without sounding like a complete ass. He really didn't want to fuck up something that hadn't been able to be explored with Uryū, and he didn't need his king's father pissed off at him either.
"King was never a normal vizard, but ya should'a already knew tha'. What you really should've figured out was why he wasn' like smiles and the rest of his group." He said finally, a dark rasp tainting his tone. It was becoming increasingly harder to talk, especially to hold himself and his king's instincts back. The only real way that he knew that he wouldn't do anything stupid was to focus more on keeping himself conscious and not to pay attention to the one that was carding his fingers through his hair.
The gesture, while it was comforting, was one that pulled at the now fragile wisps of his control; which was already questionable in the first place. Shirosaki didn't have it in him to tell Uryū to stop either.
"What do you mean by that?" the archer queried in a dull tone which Shirosaki recognized as being lost in thought. He was familiarizing himself the Quincy to the point that it would be odd to him if he didn't know the teen inside and out. There were things that he still did not know about him, yet with every passing moment that he spent in his presence, the hollow was learning something new about him, being a witness to one of his normal shifts in mood or body language.
He loved that he was able to be a part of it all.
"All hollows are differen' and I don' just mean by class or type either." He began in a listless voice, breathing in shakily as a wave of heat washed over his senses once more. Steeling himself against it Shirosaki clenched his eyes shut tightly, gritting his teeth in suppressed frustration. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold himself back that much longer, and with how his king was unconscious and still dealing with a good brunt of their shared heat.
Groaning softly he opened his eyes to meet a pair of surprisingly worried sapphire. Feeling that a cold compress was placed on his forehead he chuckled weakly. "Tha's not gonna help much." He rasped, leaning into Uryū's body.
The Quincy glanced at him with a strange mix of determination and sorrow that he'd never seen on him before, even in his King's memories. "That hardly matters, it will be of some help undoubtedly." He replied softly.
Feeling the blonde's gaze upon him Shirosaki sighed. "I know tha' you wanna ask somethin' crack head, why not just get it out of the way now?" Breaking his gaze from Uryū's entrancing eyes he turned his head to stare into smouldering hazel eyes that were full of unvoiced questions.
"Now here I was being courteous by not interrupting you, and yet you tell me to do so. Such contradictory statements, Shiro-kun." Kisuke commented blithely with a smug grin.
Rolling his eyes he ignored the taunt for the most part. He could've easily rose to the challenge, but he refrained himself from doing so. He wasn't going to go and strain his king's body more than he had to.
"You're the one that wanted ta know in the first place. Better tha' you speak up now insta' of interruptin' me later." he snapped half heartedly, settling for an annoyed glare and a huff as he shifted in Uryū's lap. He could feel Isshin's eyes on him, as well as Yoruichi's. Good, so they were paying attention to what he had to say. What really made him feel uneasy was that he knew that Uryū was staring at him, yet he didn't know what he was thinking. As much as he'd like to be an ass and drag things out, he didn't have the time to.
Urahara was silent, only smirking mysteriously and looking like he was going to say something, only to be cut off by Shirosaki once more.
"Nevermin' it would be better if you just stay quiet." He murmured offhandedly as a tremor of pain raced down his spine. Hissing in pain Shirosaki curled inwards, holding tight to Uryū like a lifeline. "Fuck, this hurts!" Heavy, black and red reiatsu lashed out wildly, an oppressing wave of heat following and blanketing the room.
Uryū's eyes narrowed at the somewhat uncomfortable feeling. From the looks on the other's faces, he should be feeling more than he did, but all he could really feel was Ichigo's reiatsu, as chaotic and untamed as it always had been; was now beaten down, emanating a deeply rooted pain that was nothing less than primal. He couldn't correctly place a finger on just what was happening because he couldn't feel the weight of Ichigo's reiatsu, or even Shirosaki's weighing down upon him. Instead it was intertwined with his own, which felt both strangely right and comforting. How unsettling.
"Ichigo." Isshin whispered, looking at his son with worry, knowing that even if he reached out to touch him, it wouldn't make a difference. His reiatsu was dense within the air, heavy and oppressing, a strong warning to stay away. He wasn't sure how his hollow would act around him, and it wasn't the time to test those waters either.
"Shirosaki—just what in the hell is going on?" Yoruichi finally asked as she overcame a wave of uneasiness. It wasn't everyday that she experienced something like this, and for it to happen to Ichigo was another thing entirely.
Shirosaki's harsh breathing, intermingled with uneven gasps of pain were her answer. He would still briefly when Uryū's fingers brushed against the side of his face, but that was only for an instant. The comfort that she had seen him take from being in contact with the teen had now disappeared, leaving him to lie broken in the archer's lap.
It was heartbreaking to see such a strong individual reduced to the sweaty, restless, and racked with pain individual that was a scant few feet in front of them.
"K-king! He was stupid...you all were!" Shirosaki grit out, clenching Uryū's hand. He had realized that someone had grabbed his hand in an attempt to comfort him, but it took until just now that he realized where the teen's other hand was. It was comforting to know that the teen cared enough to try and comfort them, but it was hard enough to concentrate even with his added help.
Groaning in pain he writhed in Uryū's lap before his body seized up, as stiff as a board on the couch. A deep, angry hiss escaped from clenched teeth as Shirosaki opened his eyes wide, the ochre colour of his irises seemingly glowing. "T-there isn't much time...fuck, damn it all to hell!" he ground out lowly, his words coming out in a dry rasp. This wasn't the time to have another flare up, especially when he knew there was something that could actually help lessen them. His king was going to fuck around still, especially because Seireitei was after them, and this wasn't the time to take Uryū as theirs either, no matter how much he wanted to.
Gritting his teeth he took in a shaky breath and tried his damndest to reel in his reiatsu, at least enough to not alert the paranoid fuckers from Seireitei anymore than they already were. Several minutes passed as he clung to Uryū like a lifeline, and to both the archer and the hollow it seemed like forever. He was somewhat successful in reigning in his wayward reiatsu, though he could see that he wasn't fully successful by the look in Uryū's eyes. He appeared to be uncomfortable, yet not really affected by the full weight of it.
At least something good was coming out of this. He didn't want to hurt the Quincy, especially by accident.
Urahara grimaced internally. He had already known what was going to happen from what he had already been told by Shinji, especially because Ichigo was different. Sure, he was a vizard like the rest of Shinji's group, but that's where the comparisons ended. No one had ever heard of a living shinigami that survived long enough to have their chain of fate severed, only to turn around and become what Seireitei scorns and abhors the most. Shinigami that have dabbled within the realm of power that they shouldn't have ever accessed; that's what they called Vizards besides the normal derogatory words.
In reality it was much different. Vizard were just people with the strong will to live. No matter what, they wouldn't give up, they would go to hell and back to survive.
This, Urahara knew for certain. Ichigo wouldn't let go without the fight of his life.
"Its happening sooner than it should have. Those reiatsu shots and the morphine should've helped. Something's wrong." He murmured tersely, getting up smoothly only to kneel before Uryū and Ichigo, placing a cool hand over his forehead.
This caught everyone's attention. "Kisuke, what exactly is going on?" Isshin demanded roughly, watching as the blonde tried to calm his son down. He had seen the bond the two created in action when Ichigo was younger, and even now it was as strong as it was then. Worry practically oozed off of his long time friend, which made this situation all the more dire. If Kisuke was this worried, just what could that mean for the future?
Shirosaki spoke up for them. "Our power's not able to be held within king's human body. We're tearing it apart."he replied weakly as another wave of pain travelled down his spine. Grimacing he leaned into Urahara's hand. The blonde might be a pain in the ass, but what he was doing was helping for now.
"That's what I was afraid of." Kisuke whispered gravely, staring at Shirosaki with a despaired glance. Even if it was to save Ichigo, he didn't want to see him die so young. It would break him inside knowing that he would either have to watch someone tear Ichigo's soul body from the modified, actual breathing gigai he crated to save his life.
"We'll have to destroy the gigai. He won't be able to live a relatively normal life anymore."
Isshin's eyes flashed in indignation. "Kisuke, what about making him one like ours? We can't let him be torn from his friends like this!"
Steely hazel eyes bored into Isshin's own. "Isshin, don't you think I know this? I simply cannot and will not risk Ichigo like this. To even create a gigai like ours would take time, which is something that we don't have. The Sōtaichō and those on his side will be on the move soon, which means we can't stay here for long. Getting anyone else caught up in this would mean massive casualties. Central Forty-six cares nothing about loss of life on their opponent's end, especially this new group." Briefly glancing at Ichigo's strained face he managed a brief smile at Shirosaki who was staring at him wide eyed. "I won't let you die, not like this. I also won't let the Sōtaichō get his way."
Yoruichi let out a deep sigh of relief. She knew that the blonde had something up his sleeve, but she didn't know what. She hated when he left her in the dark, but with how confident he sounded in the fact that he would protect Ichigo, she couldn't help but to feels some relief.
"What do you have in mind Kisuke?" Shirosaki asked, dropping all nicknames and irritation that he had felt for the man. Glowing ochre eyes stared deeply into hazel ones, dark and serious. He was done playing around. There was a war that had to be won, and they had to be on top. There was no exceptions.
"Why, go to the devil of course!" He replied with a mischievous grin. He could feel questioning glances boring into his back and the grin slid from his face as he turned his eyes up to the ceiling. "Its the only way." He commented, noticing the way that Uryū tensed up.
"You've got to be kidding. That's insane!" The archer commented, levelling a dark glare upon the blonde. He had no love for whom Kisuke was talking about, and he knew that if Ichigo was awake enough to comment he would be protesting like crazy.
Snorting in annoyance Shirosaki glanced at the now silent blonde and frowned. He may have not known the man as well as his king did, yet he knew him well enough to know just where his train of thought was at. "You're playing with the devil crackhead. What makes you think that he won't go and turn on us?"
This had Kisuke glancing at him with a rueful smile. "That I can not predict. Even though I'm playing with the devil, I play for keeps."
"You don't mean..." Isshin began, his face pale and ashen at the thought.
"Yeah, crackhead wants to play hardball with the Sōtaichō with Aizen of all people on our team." Shirosaki confirmed with a grimace. He remembered how the former taichō had wounded his king at Sōkyoku Hill; and he still held hatred for the man. Only he should be able to hurt his king like that, and that was when he was teaching him something. He never did like to see Ichigo get hurt by anyone, but when it was Aizen he felt that white hot hatred overtake his senses. If only...if only he had been in control!
That was all it took for Yoruichi to explode in anger. "Just what in the hell are you thinking baka? Have you forgotten just what he's done to Shinji...to Rukia and Ichigo?" She roared out, slamming a fist over Kisuke's head.
"Ow! You didn't have to do that!" Kisuke whined out and rubbed the spot tenderly, hoping that he didn't have a bruise. Sitting half cocked towards the couch he continued to rub the spot as an uncomfortable silence settled within the room.
"We don't have a choice, do we?" Uryū asked softly, his tone sounding incredibly distracted. He was deep in thought, just like the rest of them.
Urahara shook his head. "No, especially If I'm to get Ichigo into one of the specially modified gigais. We need the time that Aizen can buy us."
This didn't make them feel any better about turning to the traitor taichō and his men, but there was no choice. This was for Ichigo, and it was their time to protect him.
Author's Note: Haha, miss me yet? I know its been a long time since I've updated and I've had several reasons why. I haven't forgotten about this fic, and I will finish it. Hopefully this is enough to tide you over to the next chapter. Things will go from being tense to incredibly active really soon!
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