|By : Demonized|
Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Zangetsu tries to not scowl as King reappears standing in front him barely a minute after he'd ejected him from their shared inner world. That King has his blade drawn doesn't go unnoticed but he ignores what it implies for the time being. "I thought I told ya t' get goin'."
"You did, but I didn't feel like listening to you," King says as he hefts the khyber charay up to point it at him. "'Cause I wasn't done talking," he adds, almost as an afterthought.
Zangetsu leans back, settling his weight onto his palms, and arches a brow as he looks at King past the point of the khyber charay now in his face. "So yer gonna hold me at sword point t' get me t' talk with ya?"
"No, nothing like that," King answers with a faint smile, the warm brown of his irises becoming mottled with brilliant gold.
It's thrilling to watch the small changes in King's appearance as he draws on their hollow reiryoku, and now Zangetsu is looking forward to the fight that King seems intent to have. He wants to know just how far King will go now that he has full access to his powers, especially now that King feels so comfortable with them.
"I'm afraid ya have me at a disadvantage, King," Zangetsu complains in an effort to see if King will back off. He doesn't.
"You have never been at a disadvantage, Zangetsu. Not when you were the hollow that attacked my parents, and not when Ossan was suppressing you," King says in a low voice that sends a pleasant shiver up Zangetsu's spine.
"White. Aizen called me White." It had been a name wrought with metaphor and irony considering his appearance at that time but now it's quite literal. Oh, if only Aizen could see him now.
King gets the most peculiar look on his face, the tip of the khyber charay lowering just a hairsbreadth, as he looks Zangetsu over. "It's kinda literal now but I think it still suits you," he says after a moment of consideration, that peculiar look still there. "You're White Zangetsu."
Yes, it's incredibly literal, and just throwing the two names together shouldn't do anything but it does. The khyber charay turns pure white and Zangetsu inhales sharply as King's appearance changes with the shift in the blade's color.
His fingers itch to touch the thick black streak that runs down the left side of King's face, to follow it with his fingertips from his hairline down over his eye—the iris now a glowing gold surrounded by inky black—where it slants down his cheek, continues over his jaw and goes down his neck to disappear under his shihakushō. He wants to see if it continues on, or if there are more marks like this anywhere else on King's skin, and, oh, does he want to touch, and taste, and-
He quashes the urges before they become too much, if only because he thinks that King won't respond to them well no matter what type of understanding they've reached, and instead shifts his focus to the long, white, forward-pointing horn that juts out of King's hair just above his temple. It suits him far better than any crown ever could, and really… This is such a torment.
Oh well. He'll just settle for looking at King.
King's attention is on the khyber charay because he notices the change in its color first, and he lifts it up, away from Zangetsu's face, to examine it. He turns the blade in his hand and, amusingly enough, tilts his head to the left as he looks it over. It's just enough to draw Zangetsu's attention back to the streak of black and that it actually splits off above his eyebrow to run down the side of his nose where tapers off to a point. King must feel the weight of his stare because he looks back at Zangetsu and blinks. "What?"
"Just admirin' yer new look," Zangetsu answers honestly and he relishes in the surprise that flits across King's face, followed by an ample amount of confusion.
"Huh? My new look?" King blinks again then instinctually reaches up to feel his face for the mask. "What do you…" His voice trails off as he finds the horn instead, and he slowly traces it with his fingertips with a look of curiosity. It quickly turns into a look of realization as he recognizes the horn for what it is, and then he surprises Zangetsu by smiling.
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