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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41135 -:- 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: Not So Different

Fandom: Bleach

Chapter: 1 out of 2

Pairing: Kensei/Ichigo

Word count: 2,286

AN: Okay, so Not So Different has kind of been sitting on my SD card just collecting dust since the whole bull with my reformating flash drive. So, I opened it up today to see what it was all about and started to edit, figuring I would post it.

It's 14 pages of Andalus size 12, double space between paragraphs okay? I found a good spot to break it in two and now we have two weeks worth of posting! This week and next week, which will give me time to get close to finishing off Jim Kirk: Legally Blond. I'm currently on chapter 18 okay? I have like 26 chapters for that story.

For now, I hope you enjoy this. Remember, reviews are the lifeblood of every author but not needed. Even a fav is loved. :D

Okay, so Missy brought something to my attention that I'm guessing I forgot to state. I do have an AO3 account under the name of Strailo (which is the same as my Y!Gallery account). Due to the fact that I made this just after I turned 18, it's been a long time since I chose my name. So if you see my stories on AO3 and under the name of Strailo, don't worry.

Any other names outside of that one, one on paperdemon (strailo again), dev art (sweetstuff23), y!gallery or ff.net (faerys delight), be worried then.

Thank you missy, though, for being concerned enough to tell me. :D You are never bugging me when you're worried about my stories being posted outside of me doing it.

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The first time that he had met Ichigo, he had found the scowling young teen attractive yes, but he had been a teen at the time. A war later and three years of separation had allowed the young teen to turn into a rather good looking young man. His hair had stayed long after the war for whatever reason and fell down his back in loose waves but was usually braided and hitched up into a bun to keep it out of his way. The rest of his hair fell around his face, framing it and making it softer. He wasn’t beautiful in the sense that a woman was beautiful but rather he was a masculine beauty.
It didn’t help that Ichigo, for the most part, had left his human life behind. He had said it didn’t feel right any more since he had regained his powers, felt constraining and tiresome. So he had left his body to Kon, who was now working for Urahara as a guardian of Karakura Town, and come to the Seireitei. He had somehow struck up a friendship with Shuuhei through the fukutaicho’s lover and soon to be husband, Yumichika.
So he often came around and it drove Kensei to distraction when Ichigo came around to have lunch with the two and shamelessly flirted with them. He knew it wasn’t really anything important between them but it did make him twitch to hear the purring voice that came from the young man when he was playing.
Sighing, the large taicho walked towards his home, wondering what was going to happen next. Strolling up the path, he stopped in his tracks, finding Ichigo perched on a large chest that Kensei knew contained his clothes, Zangetsu sitting next to him and leaning against the wall behind him, looking a bit like a rat that had been drowned but was drying out.
“What the hell happened to you?” Kensei finally called out, gathering enough brain cells to do so.
Ichigo glared at him. “My room was flooded because some dipshit in the division decided to practice near the barracks and destroyed a few pipes in the process,” he replied as he watched Kensei walked up to the door. “And like hell am I crashing anywhere where Kenpachi can get to me. The barracks at the thirteenth and here are two places where he won’t go near.”
“And for good reason,” Kensei grunted as he dropped the kido wards around his house, shaking his head with a scowl etched on his face. Looking down at the expectant face, he grunted. “Fuck, come on in.” Grousing, he opened the door and stepped in, heading for a small hall table that had come with the place, digging around for the spare keys. “Here. How long are they talking?”
“Weeks if not months,” Ichigo replied, taking the key and stashing it on his person before he moved to grab his zanpakuto and chest. “I have clothes and a few things that I need but the rest are right now in a storage unit in the Thirteenth. So no worries about a lot of crap,” he continued, Kensei snorting as he tugged off his haori and draped it over one arm.
“I’m not worried about that,” Kensei grunted before taking the chest and hauling it up onto one shoulder despite Ichigo’s protests that he could carry the heavy thing just fine. “Come on, let me show you to your room. Rules are that you buy your own damn tea and coffee, pitch in for food and cooking, you keep your room and bathroom clean. If you bring someone to the house, put up a damn privacy seal,” he said, watching with some amusement as Ichigo blushed.
“I’m not going to be bringing anyone by,” Ichigo huffed, shaking his head, the loose bits of hair swaying back and forth.
“Why not? I thought you were dating that one guy from the Twelfth. With the horns.” Kensei squashed the random thought that maybe that sounded a bit stalkerish but then again, many people knew who Ichigo was dating at any one time.
Ichigo’s snort dragged him from his thoughts. “No. The bastard didn’t like that I have close friends that I playfully flirt with,” he stated, shaking his head. “The sex sucked to. All of the three times that he could keep it up and going for longer than a few minutes.”
“Ouch. Way to kill a guys pride,” Kensei snickered, Ichigo rolling his eyes.
“If he didn’t fuck around with experimental drugs like the clown does, then he’d be able to keep things going and please someone,” Ichigo said sweetly, chocolate eyes glinting in laughter.
“You’re so bad,” Kensei snickered as he opened the door to the second room. It contained a dresser, a night stand and a bed but that was about it outside of the closet. “Not much but it should do.”
“Better than the barracks actually,” Ichigo admitted, shrugging one shoulder. “They were in the process of updating and renewing the rooms, starting from the bottom up, so I wasn’t due for another year of room updatage,” he continued, placing Zangetsu onto the dresser with a caress of his fingers.
Kensei snickered once more and placed the chest down near the platform bed and shook his head. “Yeah, well at least you have a place to crash that you won’t get attacked in,” he said, heading for the door as Ichigo opened the chest and removed a large box from inside of it. “Hey, answer me this, why doesn’t Kenpachi attack you while you’re at the Thirteenth?”
Ichigo smirked, eyes flashing as he said, “The idiot knows better than to piss off or upset Jyushiro. Iba-san is rather protective and his zanpakuto is one of the few that has a good punch to it when it comes to Kenpachi.” Kensei barked out a laugh and headed to his own room to shower and get ready to make dinner. After his shower and dressing in a house kimono, he wandered towards the kitchen and came to a stop, staring at the sight before him.
Somehow, Ichigo had dried off, rebraided his hair, leaving it to swing against his ass, dressed in his own house kimono and had started dinner all before he had gotten out of his own shower. Raising an eyebrow at the deft movements as he tossed vegetables into a wok, Kensei wandered over and looked at the food being stirred, oversized chopsticks clicking at him in retaliation.
“Back. Dinner will be done soon enough,” Ichigo huffed, shaking his head and making that braid swing back and forth. Kensei, at that moment, thanked whatever God was out there looking out for him, that hair didn’t feel as it swung against his chest and crotch in a most enticing way.
Clearing his throat, he stepped back and wandered to the refrigerator, pulling out a bottled tea, finding a few other things that hadn’t been there earlier. “Where’d the stuff come from?” he asked, opening the freezer next, finding it stuffed full of various boxes and meats.
“My place. I like to cook,” Ichigo explained, shrugging one shoulder as he continued to work on their dinner. Kensei hummed and sat down, dinner being served soon after by a smirking Ichigo. After that, they did their paperwork and went to bed, all in companionable silence with the occasional snark or comment thrown in. Over the following weeks, which extended into months, they fell into a comfortable routine.
They would get up in their separate rooms, Ichigo usually the first to get up since he had to deal with all of his hair, take their showers. The younger of the two would then make a quick, simple breakfast and finish putting their bentos for lunch together. They would then eat, wake up fully, do any last minute paper work and make sure that they looked presentable before heading off for work. Ichigo still popped up during the day to visit with Shuuhei, but he made sure that he talked with Kensei to.
After their days were done, they would head home, whoever getting there first starting dinner usually but when they got their together, they would trade off. More paperwork or just a night of playing chess, shogi or go would happen before they crashed. Only once did Ichigo bring someone home with him but it had been Hanataro who had been crying and drunk over having walked in on his lover, who was some little no-name lower seat officer from Kenpachi’s division, with some chick from one of the local bars.
Kenpachi had turned that guys life upside down and had taken the little healer in when he found out that Yumichika, Kira and Ichigo was out for blood.
The day that Ichigo got the note that his barracks were ready to move back into, he was sitting down to lunch with Kensei and talking about some interdivision exercise between their divisions. Reading over it, the younger shinigami hummed and tapped it on the desk before him, over the papers there. “It looks like I can move back.” The way he said it made Kensei think he was reluctant to actually do so.
“I don’t care if you stay. I can see being reluctant to move back into the barracks after having more privacy, such as it is, at the house,” Kensei snorted, shaking his head when Ichigo started to reach for the key. “Just stick to the rules and we’ll be good,” he promised, getting a sweet smile from the younger male.
“Thanks, Kensei,” Ichigo said, nodding his head and returning to what they had been working on for the last few hours. That night, they had a few of their unseated officers that were on punishment duty grab the rest of Ichigo’s things and drop them off. Over the next week, little things popped up through the house. A little statue of a fairy sat on the mantle next to the Buddha that had been a gift to Kensei, better pots and pans replaced the others. A new dish set replaced the mismatched set that Kensei had, the swirls of blue and gray creating a loveliness that made the older Vizard wonder just where his roommate had gotten it from.
Ichigo’s room took on more life to, with a better bed that even Kensei was jealous of, new sheets to put on the new bed along with bedding, and new furniture to replace the other stuff that was banished to the small third bedroom that Ichigo had cleaned one day. Everything that had been stored away into the bedroom had been moved to a shed or to the attic after the red head had called in a roofer.
Sitting in his house that didn’t seem minimalistic and cold, Kensei wondered just when Ichigo had become his wife. It was an odd thought really but it didn’t upset him as much as he thought it would have. Considering Ichigo had done it in such a way as to make it comfortable for the both of them, he didn’t mind it and was wondering if he could get away with tossing his younger friend over his shoulder and taking him to bed to cement it all.
It was to that thought that the front door opened and closed with a crisp snap, Ichigo’s way of slamming the shoji doors that were attached to the front of the room, the large living room and their bedrooms. Sipping at his sake as he raised an eyebrow, Kensei watched as his roommate and unofficial wife stalked into the living room with a snarl. Ichigo grabbed the bottle of sake, and forgoing his usual saucer, grabbed a cup, pouring a generous amount into it before slamming it back.
The full body shudder was not enough to stop the furious look in normally warm chocolate eyes. “So, who pissed you off enough that your eyes are going hazel?” Kensei asked as Ichigo finally flopped down next to him with a fresh cup of sake in hand.
“The little no-named bastard had the gall to try and corner Hana in my division after he had finished his visit with Jyushiro-taicho,” Ichigo snarled before shaking his head with a snort. “I about tossed him back to the eleventh myself but Kenpachi came to find him and hauled him away before I could kill the little bastard for daring to lay hands on Hana.”
“I see,” Kensei hummed, body vibrating to get up and hurt the one that had hurt his Ichigo’s friend. “Anything else go on?” he asked, feeling that there was more going on.
“The idiot fourth seat from the eleventh decided to disparage my power and what I am, spreading rumors around about how I’ll whore myself out because, after all, hollows fuck and fight only. Akon decided to get pissy and support those rumors,” Ichigo huffed, blinking when one large arm reached out and curled around his waist, drawing him close to a large body. Sighing softly, he relaxed into the strong body and groaned softly. “I have no idea why everyone is sucking on the Tower of Idiocy, but they need to stop it.”
Kensei grunted in agreement and stroked his thumb against the lean hip that he could feel under the hakama that Ichigo was wearing. “I’ll have a...talk with him,” he promised, getting a soft chuckle from Ichigo. They spent the rest of the night sitting there, only getting up to make food, and drinking, Kensei pouring a very buzzed Ichigo into bed.
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