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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 7

The Hollow fell with little effort, and Ichigo watched it disintegrate with a bored expression. It was the third attack of the day, but each one was weak, or average at best in strength. He wasn't one to complain, but there was something oddly random about it. Had the real one responsible for the Quincy attacks finally decided to come out and play? So far Uryu had not been directly attacked, and as far as he knew, neither had Ryuken. This just wasn't consistent with the other Hollow appearances, but that didn't mean a whole lot. He looked at the bracelet and it gave off no indication that something hidden was around his vicinity. All he felt was weak reiatsu from a few people walking around the shops enjoying the day.

He went by Urahara's shop to report in around noon. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on there so far either. Maybe he just had to accept the fact that Hiyosu was the lone mastermind behind it all, but deep down he knew there had to be someone else. Mayuri kept coming to mind, and any sane person, human and Shinigami alike could tell that man was a nutcase. It was the obvious choice considering he did try to kill Uryu once before, albeit during their invasion of the Seireitei. He couldn't ignore the fact that he had also experimented on Quincy as well. He even spied on Uryu once. For some reason that last thought got his blood boiling. How dare that bastard watch Uryu do...everything. Had he watched him sleep? Watched him change his clothes? Watched him shower? He grit his teeth. If Mayuri was the one doing this, he'd kill the son of a bitch with his own hands.

"You look like you want to rip someones throat out," Urahara said, watching him from across the counter.

"It's because I do." He sighed. "Maybe if I can go up to Soul Society and help investigate, I'll feel like I'm doing more to help. Waiting around for something to happen isn't doing anyone any good."

"You mean it's not doing you any good."

Ichigo frowned. "Fine. It's not doing me any good. Happy?"

"Usually, yes." He smirked.

"Send me there."

"You know how to open a Senkaimon gate now, don't you?"

"Yes, but they are monitoring the gates right now, right? Can't you get me through one of yours?"

"Ichigo, the last thing you need to do is cause a stir. You're asking me to sneak you in, because you know you shouldn't go. If anything, you'll make things worse by going up there with this bias approach."

"What do you mean?"

"You're well aware of what I mean. You can't know Mayuri is behind any of this, but that is exactly what you want to believe."

"What makes you think that?" Ichigo asked, not able to look him in the eyes as he said it.

"You know I'm a genius, right?"

Ichigo folded his arms. "Then tell me, Mr. Genius, since you're so smart. Who's the real enemy killing the Quincy?"

"That I don't know."

"You're not so smart after all then."

Urahara put his hand on his chest, theatrically crestfallen. "That hurts."

Ichigo shook his head and gave up, leaning on the counter. The store was as empty as a ghost town, though it was like that most of the time. He often wondered how hat and clogs actually kept the place running with so little customer traffic, but he never bothered to ask. Some things were better left a mystery, unlike the current situation. Urahara was probably right though. Going there and causing trouble probably wouldn't be the best thing to do, and he did trust Renji and Rukia to make sure things were still going smoothly. Neither one of them had shown up yet today, but he tried not to be concerned. He had enough on his mind as it was. Something landed on his shoulder and he jerked, barking a curse that could be heard all the way outside the shop. Yoruichi chuckled next to his ear then jumped off his shoulder to the counter to rub her head against Urahara's hand.

"Real funny," he said.

"As strong as you are, and you're still so jumpy around me," she said and licked her paw, purring happily with the attention Urahara was giving her back.

"What's with the cat getup? Not like you need to hide yourself anymore."

"I just got back from Seireitei."

"I asked her to watch Mayuri for a few days. She's less likely to be detected this way," Urahara said with a soft smile.

"Wait, you just got done telling me I shouldn't suspect him."

"That I did, but it doesn't hurt to ease your mind a little." He looked down at Yoruichi, tickling under her chin. "And what did kitty find out?" he said, lips pursed up into a kissy face. Ichigo rolled his eyes, but was more than enthusiastic to hear what she had to say.

"As far as I could tell, he's clean. In fact, it looked like he was helping with the investigation."

"Nothing at all? Are you sure?" Ichigo asked.

"Completely sure. I've been keeping my eyes on him for the past three days, Ichigo. If he's up to something, I would have seen it."

Ichigo mulled it over, but still couldn't let it go. Not completely anyway. They listened to her explain what she had seen during her little stakeout, and most of it was mind numbingly dull. The few interesting part were slightly disturbing. While nothing she witnessed had to do with the attack on the Quincy, she did observe some of his experiments in his private labs. Apparently he still had a few arrancar corpses he was dissecting, the bodies preserved by some chemical unknown to her. Her cat nose wrinkled when she recalled the smell, so strong that it even penetrated the vent where she had kept herself hidden from view. She had also witnessed his odd masking ritual that he preformed each morning, painting his face with as sharp precision as he did cutting up those corpses.

"That guy is fucked up," Ichigo muttered.

"And so far innocent of the attacks," Urahara added and looked at him. "Mayuri is strange, but he always has been. Just trust us, alright?"

Ichigo nodded. Not like he had much of a choice in the matter at the moment, and he had no reason to be wary of Yoruichi's word on what she had and hadn't witnessed. He did feel a little better, but it didn't change the fact that there was a Shinigami out there trying to kill the man he loved and his father. It wasn't over. As he stood there emerged in thought he felt a slight gush of air and looked at Yoruichi, looking away just as quickly. He felt his face burn, not for the first time, and probably not the last when it came to her. She was prone over the counter with a mischievous smirk in her natural form and as naked as the day she was born.

"Do you have any shame at all?" Ichigo said, keeping his eyes averted as Urahara chuckled and covered her with a robe he grabbed off the shelf behind him.

"I just can't resist making you squirm," she answered. "It's so adorable." She sat up gracefully and tied to robe's belt before she pinched his cheek for good measure. "Besides, you're a big boy. You should be able to handle seeing a naked woman's body by now," she teased.

"I know I can handle it," Urahara chimed in.

"I'm out of here," Ichigo said and headed for the storefront before his face could get any redder. "Just call me if you get any news."

"Oh, Ichigo.."

"Yeah?" He looked back to see Urahara putting a laughing Yoruichi over his shoulder. "Push the open sign to closed, will you? " He smirked and carried her towards the back of the shop.

~*~

Ichigo was glad no one could see him as he walked along the sidewalk. It was bad enough Yoruichi had teased him, but knowing what they were probably doing right now made him more than a little envious. He thought of Uryu for about the hundredth time that day. He really needed to see him at the moment, and he wasn't sure if he could behave or not. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to smell his scent. And when he got right down to it he wanted to rip his clothes off and take him in the dirtiest of ways. His loins stirred and he wasn't even home where he could go behind a locked door and take care of it. The Hell with this. He took to the air and used shunpo, heading for Uryu's apartment, not even bothering to give him a call first. With any luck, maybe he'd be there.

He landed in front of his apartment door and felt Uryu's reiatsu right away, along with Chad's. Not odd really, but rather inconvenient for him to be there at the moment when he wanted to have some alone time with his boyfriend. He knocked soft and tried to hide his disappointment, grateful that his shihakusho was baggy enough to hide his arousal. Chad's presence was causing that particular problem to wilt anyway. Uryu opened the door and smiled, taking his hand as he let him inside. Ichigo wasn't expecting him to show such affection in front of Chad, but it's not like he didn't already know about them.

"Hey, Ichigo," Chad said. He was sitting on the sofa holding a small pug puppy in his hands.

"Hey." He looked at him strangely. "What's with the dog?"

"Well, Orihime has been a bit down lately. " He looked directly at Ichigo and even if he couldn't see his eyes through his fall of hair it felt accusing. "So I thought maybe this might cheer her up. We were walking by this pet shop the other day and when she saw him through the window she really liked him."

"Oh, well, that's good and all, but are you sure she can have pets at her place?"

"Don't worry, Ichigo. Chad already asked the manager there before he bought the dog," Uryu said.

Ichigo smiled soft. "Alright." He stepped over and pet the dog's head. "I'm sure she'll love it."

"I hope so," Chad said. "I hate seeing her sad." He looked up and this time his hair shifted back and his eyes stared, not angry or accusing, but unsure. "Ichigo, would you be alright with me asking Orihime out on a date?"

Ichigo was quiet a moment, staring back at his friend in wonder. "Of course I don't mind, but why ask me for permission?" Uryu remained quiet and slipped in the kitchen.

"She's had feelings for you a long time. It was hard not to notice that." He pet the puppy when it squirmed in his hands to be let down, but he kept hold of it, big hands surprisingly gentle with the small animal. "Since she doesn't have parents, and she lost her big brother, I thought I should ask the one man she really cares a lot about for permission. I know you are with Uryu now, but I just felt like it was the right thing to do before I asked her. Does that make any sense?"

Ichigo smiled. "Yeah, it makes sense. You're a good guy, Chad. After all the upset I've caused her, I just want her to be happy. Honestly, I think maybe you can help her along with that."

"I hope so. Thanks, Ichigo." He got up with the hyper puppy in his hands. "I better go so the little guy can have a walk." He gave Ichigo a amused look. "By the way, if you want to keep you and Uryu a secret a while longer, I suggest not making out in public." He smirked at Ichigo's reaction and left quietly.

"He's right, you know," Uryu said from the kitchen doorway. "That would be a good idea. Now, if you could only get the concept of secrecy." He folded his arms.

"Okay, smart ass. I said I'd cool off on that, and besides, you were kissing as much as I was that day." He folded his own arms and stared back challengingly.

"Only because you wouldn't stop molesting me."

"You love it."

"Don't be so cocky."

Ichigo couldn't take his eyes off of him. "I think you like that about me too." He smiled and took Zangetsu off his back to lay on the table. "We're not in public right now," he said softly and walked towards him.

"You're not in your body.."

"So? You can still feel me. Are you making excuses not to kiss me at all now?" he asked as he pulled Uryu into his arms.

"Of course not...mn..." He shivered when Ichigo's lips trailed over his neck. "I got something for you," he muttered, eyes half closed as he enjoyed the sensation.

"I don't see a pretty bow on you," Ichigo chuckled soft against his skin and got a smack on the back of his shoulder. He sighed and looked into Uryu eyes and muttered soft, but firmly. "You really need to stop hitting me. It only makes me want you more."

"That sounds..perverted," Uryu said with a soft breath.

Ichigo smiled. "What did you get me?"

"It's here in the kitchen." Uryu eased out of his arms and went through the door, taking his hand to pull him along. He looked shy as he grabbed the box wrapped in red paper and handed it to him. "I think you'll like it." He straightened his glasses and busied himself getting them some water.

Uryu's bashful mood was so unlike him, yet so attractive that Ichigo watched him with awe before he tore into the package. He wasn't sure what to expect, but when he saw what it was, it wasn't surprising. He chuckled and looked at the box of chocolates. It was something so simple, but just the fact that Uryu had thought to buy him a gift made it feel like the best thing he had ever gotten. Uryu still had his back towards him and he put the box down and came up behind him, arms going around his waist. He felt stiff in his arm.

"Don't worry, I like it," he whispered and felt Uryu relax. "Thank you for that. Wish I had thought to get you something though."

"You don't have to," Uryu said, looking a bit awkward holding two water bottles and staring straight ahead.

"Hey, look at me," Ichigo urged him.

Uryu turned his head, only to get trapped in a kiss. Ichigo felt for his hands and took the bottles from them and absently put them on the counter, ignoring the sound of one of them rolling off and hitting the floor as he moved around Uryu's body and kissed him deeper. They had only really been apart for a few days, but it felt like years not being able to touch and kiss him this way. Uryu tasted like his favorite tea, and the clean smell of him was enough to make him slowly lose his self control. He had little of it to begin with the moment he got here, but when Uryu whimpered in that special way that he did while being touched, Ichigo felt it all crumble away.

He let his hands slip down and cupped his ass, lifting him up with ease to sit him on the counter. Uryu made a surprised sound against his lips, gripping hard to the black cloth of his uniform, tugging down to pull it off his shoulders. Ichigo helped him along, pushing the top of his uniform down and off his arms until it was hanging down over his waist, stubbornly refusing to break the kiss as he did. He pressed between Uryu's open legs, hands running up his thighs that trembled under his touch. Just a little further up. His right hand inched up and moved over the tight bulge between Uryu's legs, only to have a hand clamp over his wrist, and their kiss broken with a sharp sound of protest passing the Quincy's lips.

Ichigo groaned. "You're torturing me here," he panted, painfully aware of his own stimulated manhood.

Uryu gripped his wrist tighter, skin flushed. "Not here in the kitchen. I have to cook in here, you know?"

"Oh.." Ichigo laughed and hugged him with one arm. "Your thought process is such a turn-on."

Uryu sighed. "Shut up." His eyes softened and he let go of the death-grip on his wrist. "Come on," he said and pushed himself off the counter top into the close embrace of Ichigo.

"Where to?" Ichigo asked.

"That should be obvious, even for you," Uryu answered, his jab softened by a pleased gasp when Ichigo's hands roamed over his backside again.

"You're still shaking," Ichigo muttered and kissed over his jawline to his ear. "I can still tell you're not ready to go all the way, but will you let me make you feel good?" he muttered the request against his ear and flicked his tongue over his lobe.

Uryu took a breath, but didn't speak, nodding his head against Ichigo's bare shoulder, pressed as close against him as he could possibly get. Ichigo held him against his chest and they stood that way, the silence between them only seeming to connect them even closer. They didn't need words then, the soft caress of hands was enough. When he touched his raven hair, it was then that Uryu shifted back and took his hand to lead him to the bedroom. His shyness was once again transformed into lustful confidence.

"Come on," he said again as they went. Ichigo looked at the box of chocolates as they passed and grabbed it up. "Why are you bringing that?"

"Thought I'd share some with you."

"That's a nice thought, but I don't like it quite as much as you do, Ichigo."

"Who says you have to eat any?" Ichigo said and smiled.

"Now you're just not making any sense," Uryu muttered with annoyance as they entered the bedroom.

"Take your shirt off, Quincy, and it will all become clear."

AN: So sorry for the end tease there. They will have some sexy time next chapter, I promise. Not hard to guess what Ichigo's gonna do with that chocolate, hm? :D
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