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19 January 2010 @ 12:23 am
[Bleach Fic] Beautiful Disaster- part 2  
Warnings in the first part.

He awoke to a sharp, hideous odor burning the inside of his nose. Ishida jerked his head in the opposite direction—a movement that felt like it was happening in slow-motion and his eyes snapped open. He tried to pull away from the stench as Ichigo waved the smelling salt under his nose again, but his body wasn’t responding properly. That was when he realized that he couldn’t move his arms or legs because they had been tied down and one Kurosaki Ichigo sat atop him straddling his hips.

“That’s it. Come back to me, Ishida.”

He tried to focus his eyes on the shadowy figure hovering over him. “Wha…what’s going on?” Ishida slurred. Even his tongue felt sluggish. Blinking a few more times to try and clear the haze, it dawned on him that his glasses were gone and that was why Ichigo’s face was still blurry.

The orange-haired boy placed the smelling salt on the bedside tray and then leaned his face in very close to Ishida’s. “Are you okay? It was a mild sedative so you shouldn’t feel too out of sorts for much longer.”

“No, I’m not fucking okay,” the Quincy raged, pulling hard on the bindings securing his wrists to the bedrails and found them to be quite sound. “You drugged me and now have me tied to the bed. This constitutes kidnapping, Kurosaki Ichigo. If you don’t untie me right now, I’m going to--”

Ichigo frowned and back off a bit. “Going to what? Attack me?” He leaned in once again and began to pet Ishida’s face gently with the back of his hand. “Don’t say things like that. This was the only way you were going to stay here and talk to me. And besides, you won’t be able to do anything without that.”

Ishida’s eyes tracked over in the direction Ichigo motioned with his head and saw his glasses folded neatly on the tray beside the bed and his Quincy cross draped over them. Oh shit. Not only was he rendered immobile, he was powerless as well. His heart was beating against his ribcage like a frightened bird. He had to be calm and level-headed about this situation. Clearly Kurosaki was not in the right state of mind and if he wasn’t careful he might end up making things much worse. Ishida pulled away, or attempted to, when the other boy started caressing his face again. “What do you want?” he asked carefully.

Ichigo smiled down at him as though he were pleased by the Quincy acquiescence. “I want to ask you some questions and I want you to answer them,” he said simply. Ishida didn’t respond, but he proceeded anyway. “I want to know how you got that wound.”

Ishida narrowed his eyes. Of all the things he could have been asked, this one, so far, was relatively harmless. “I was mugged walking back to my apartment. Don’t know who they were, but they weren’t much older than we are. One of them had a knife…caught me by surprise.”

“Mugged?” Ichigo asked with genuine concern in his voice. “Why would someone try to mug you?”

“Where have you been these last two years? I get harassed at least twice every school year… though I doubt these guys were students.” He watched as Ichigo’s widened in surprise. “I guess people assume I’m an easy mark because of how I look,” he continued.

“I know that feeling.”

Of course Kurosaki would. Having natural bleach-orange hair in a country of jet-black tended to make one stick out. Ishida received his fair share of insults and abuse about his blue eyes.

Ichigo’s hands left his face and slid down his neck to toy with the collar of his button-down shirt. “Stop that,” Ishida said as he squirmed around helplessly.

“But I like touching you,” Ichigo said with a frown. “I’ve missed you. I’ve been thinking you—us a lot lately.”

“There is no us, Kurosaki,” he replied coldly. “There never was. You’re deluding yourself if you th—“ He cut off whatever he was about to say when a fist slammed down next to his head.

“You can stop the act, Uryuu,” Ichigo said sternly as he leaned down so close that their noses were almost touching.

The use of his first name gave Ishida more pause than the fist that was a scant millimeter from his ear. The only other time Ichigo called him that was when they were alone in his room for that one night two days before Inoue was taken to Hueco Mundo. They had both been so desperately in need of comfort, a connection that their passion had taken over.

“You can’t say that you didn’t want it as much as I did,” Ichigo continued. “You’ve been going out of your way to avoid me.”

“I’m not the one who locked himself in his room for a month straight.” It was a low blow and Ishida knew it. Ichigo not only nearly lost his life, but almost lost his humanity to the Hollow inside him. The devastation was more than any one person should have been asked to bear.

Ichigo practically howled in anger, rearing up only to shove his hand down on Ishida’s thin neck and squeeze. “I did it all for my family and friends so they wouldn’t have to be hurt. I did it for you! You treated it like a mistake, like my love for you was a fucking mistake!”

“Please,” Ishida choked out. “Please…you’re hurting me.”

In his blind rage, Kurosaki was deaf to the smaller boy’s plea. “I’ll show you, Uryuu. I’ll show you how much I love you.”

With the hand still firmly logged around Ishida’s throat, Ichigo reached with the other to grab hold of the blood-stained shirt and yanked it open. Buttons went flying and hit the tile floor with a soft plastic clatter. Once the shirt was taken care of, Ichigo began to fumble with the belt buckle of Ishida’s pants.

The Quincy gave an all-out struggle to free himself. Thrashing wildly and bucking his hips in an attempt to get free. He could feel Ichigo’s erection grinding against his hip. “Not like this….please, Ichigo, not like this. This isn’t you! This isn’t like you, it’s like Him!”

That made Ichigo stop dead in his tracks. The expression on his face morphed quickly from one of anger to one of profound confusion and then the realization of what was happening sunk in. Red-brown eyes went impossibly wide as if he had just woken up to a nightmare. “Uryuu? Oh, my god, Uryuu I’m so sorry. I—I don’t know what came over me.”

“Just untie me,” Ishida snapped. The shame rolling off the other boy as he tore through the layers of surgical tape was palpable, but Ishida was too angry to care. As soon as he was free, he jumped off the bed and grabbed his glasses and cross. His shirt was ruined, but he didn’t care. Getting out of this room as quickly as possible superseded all.

“It wasn’t Him just then,” Ichigo called out to him when he reached the doorway. Ishida stopped and looked over his shoulder at the substitute Shinigami. Ichigo continued without looking up, “I take full responsibility. I was in control, but I let my frustration get the better of me. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I know you must hate me now.”

“You just attempted to rape me. I think ‘hate’ is too nice a word for what I feel.” Ishida knew he should have just left without saying anything, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Was it really so horrible…that night?”

The pain in Ichigo’s voice tore through Ishida’s heart like a scalpel. He should be leaving this place and never returning and yet he found himself walking over to stand directly in front of the person who was just attacking him moments earlier. “Look at me, Ichigo.” A pair of forlorn eyes gazed up at him. “That night was not horrible, but you and I both know that it should not have happened. There are too many reasons for us to be apart then there are for us to stay together.”

“Your father?” Ichigo asked.

“He’s one of them, but not the only one.”

Realization brightened Ichigo’s eyes suddenly. “You’re afraid of me. I detected a little in everybody else, but I guess I was too blinded to see it. You are afraid of me. That’s why you’ve been avoiding me since the war.”

The nail was hit squarely on the head and Ishida could do nothing to deny that statement. “I’ve had enough of this. I’m leaving.” Escape was the only option.

Ichigo grabbed his wrist and spun him back around to face him. “No, you’re not leaving until we straighten this out.” Blue light began to coalesce around Ishida’s right wrist. “I’m not going to hurt you. Please, I just want to talk this out,” he quickly added and let go.

Ishida released some of the energy, but kept the cross held tightly in his palm. “What’s there to talk about? Being around you got a sword run through my gut as thanks. Do you think I want to put in that situation again…or worse, dead?”

“That wasn’t me, I mean; technically it was, but not the me that you know. The one who made love—“

“Shut up! That was you. He’s inside you somewhere.” Ishida took a deep breath before continuing. “I looked into your eyes that day on Los Noches, Kurosaki Ichigo, and what I saw was not human. A part of you died that day and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be there to take another sword from you.”

“Is that what you think?” Ichigo seemed genuinely shocked by this. “Then you can rest easy because the Hollow is gone.”

It was Ishida’s turn to be rocked to the core. “What?!”

Ichigo took a few steps backwards and flopped down onto the bed. “It took everything I had to beat Aizen. Whatever power my Hollow gave me was the price I paid to win. It’s gone now…I went supernova and then burnt out, I guess. Urahara seems to think that with time and some training I can get a handle on my natural powers, but I don’t think I’ll ever be as powerful as I once was.”

There was something so profoundly sad about that revelation. Victory always comes at a price…Ishida knew that all too well, but it seemed so very wrong for this to have happened to Ichigo. He had always given so much of himself without question. He should never have had to make such a sacrifice. Ishida’s hand unconsciously rubbed the star-shaped scar on his chest through what was left of his shirt.

Ishida closed the distance between them in a few short steps. “Ichigo?” He waited for the other to look up and them took hold of the sword-calloused hand and guided it under his shirt and over his heart. “We’ve all made sacrifices for what we believe in. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

Ichigo’s eyes followed along his arm to where his hand was resting. What he saw made him flinch and pull back, but Ishida kept his grip firm. “Did I do that?”

“No, this was my sacrifice to get my powers back,” Ishida replied. His grip softened and Ichigo’s hand slid free.

“It’s beautiful,” Ichigo whispered as he ran his fingertips over each point. He wrapped both arms around the smaller boy’s back and pulled him close so that he could press his lips to the scar. A small gasp that turned into a throaty moan escaped Ishida. “Where did my sword stab you?”

“Lower,” Ishida said and then groaned when Ichigo’s tongue trailed a path down to the hollow of his stomach just above his navel.

“There is no scar,” Ichigo stated matter-of-factly as gently nipped and sucked. “Inoue does great work.”

Ishida offered no resistance this time when Ichigo pulled him down onto the bed and settled over him.

“Are you okay with this?”

Ishida nodded. The ability to form words having momentarily fled along with whatever apprehension he had been harboring all this time over Kurosaki. It wasn’t pity that had him grinding his hips up and writhing like a snake underneath Ichigo’s talented mouth, it was relief. He never wanted to hate the other boy once the two of them had gotten closer, but the fear that Ichigo’s inner Hollow elicited was more powerful than any threat his father, or anyone for that matter, could have made.

“Ah, shit,” Ichigo cursed softly, breaking away from their heated kiss. “I don’t have anything down here that we can use for lube.

“Don’t worry about it.” The hand that he slid into Kurosaki’s pants ensured that request would be followed. “We can do that later. For now, let’s just enjoy this.”

He couldn’t speak for Ichigo, but Ishida was so surprisingly wound up already that he knew he couldn’t last much longer. It was as if all of his pent up fear that had eventually turned into anger blossomed so completely into full-blown passion the moment their lips connected that he knew sex between them wouldn’t last very long.

Ichigo followed suit and unbuckled Ishida’s pants and pulled them down far enough for him to gain access to the wondrously engorged erection hidden there. Ishida’s hands interlocked with his own and the two formed a tunnel around each other’s cocks as they slowly started to grind against one another. It didn’t take long for the pace to pick up and become more fervent and chaotic. Ishida came first, arching his back as graceful as a longbow and spilling his seed between their bodies. Ichigo lasted a few more strokes before he too gave in and collapsed beside Ishida. They cuddled silently in the afterglow just enjoying each other’s company for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.

“We can do more later up in my room, “Ichigo said sleepily and placed a kiss on Ishida’s forehead.

“Mmmm…that sounds ni—“

“Ichigo! Are you alrigh—AHHH!!!”

The two boys’ heads whipped towards the direction of the noise to see Kurosaki Isshin standing in the doorway. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates. He quickly got a hold of himself and jumped back out into the kitchen. “I’m so sorry,” he called out. “I saw a few drops of blood on the floor and I was worried.”

“It’s okay, dad. Uryuu had a cut on his arm, but I took care of it.” Ichigo yelled back.

“Oh, okay. That’s good.” There was a short silence before Isshin added, “It’s good to see that you two are back together.”

“Get the hell out of here, you perverted old man!”

Ishida could feel his cheeks redden in embarrassment. The two of them sat there in shock unmoving.

“No way that just happened,” Ichigo said.

Ishida laughed softly. “It’s the perfect ending to what had to be the strangest day of my life. If someone would have told me when I woke up this morning that I was going to be mugged, attacked by my pseudo-ex-boyfriend, only to them make up with said boyfriend, engage in some very heavy petting, and then have boyfriend’s father walk in on us, I would have punched them in the face for being a liar.”

He looked over to Ichigo who had a grin that went from ear to ear. “What?”

“You just said I was your boyfriend.”

Ishida snuggled into the crook of Ichigo’s arm a little more. “Yeah, I guess I did.”


Feedback is never demanded, but always appreciated. I didn't plan on it being so angsty. The boys hijacked the story. lol

Franfranwi on January 20th, 2010 05:33 pm (UTC)
“That’s it. Come back to me, Ishida.”
I LOVED that line. The double meaning was sad and hopeful, total awww moment.

Hee, I enjoyed Ichigo's control over Ishida while he was tied up, and Ichigo's intensity.

This isn’t like you, it’s like Him!
Definitely felt Ishida's unspoken fear of Ichigo's Hollow side there.

Again, I don't know how much to credit you here, but I love the glimpses of battle history and the after-effects.

I went supernova and then burnt out, I guess.

Sad declaration, but also a big relief for Ishida. They're always greater united than apart - as evidenced here. ;)

Oh Isshin! I'm imagining him making party plans the next morning over breakfast, to celebrate his son's reconciliation. Ichigo scowling at the fuss, Yuzu proposing menu options, Karin commenting on how inappropriate their father is acting, and Ishida looking wholly uncomfortable - wearing one of Ichigo's t-shirts. ;)

Fun read, thanks!
evilkat_meowevilkat_meow on January 21st, 2010 02:17 am (UTC)
Most of this is manga-verse with the exception of Ichigo's powers burning out. The battle with Aizen has just started in the manga, so I made some assumptions. Since you haven't been following, you haven't seen Ichigo's ultimate hollow form. He transforms into it to beat Ulquiorra and when he has him beaten and was about to kill him without showing any mercy, Ishida steps in to stop him and gets run through. Go here and read http://manga.bleachexile.com/bleach-chapter-365-page-14.html

Lolz @ Isshin. He would totally be planning a party.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. This was my first time with this pairing and my first time writing Ichigo. It was a bit of a struggle at times, but otherwise a good experience.

In other news, how are you feeling? Still on the mend, I imagine.
Franfranwi on January 21st, 2010 06:15 am (UTC)
Ooh, that was good. Poor Ishida! Also, Ichigo's Hollow form is rather disturbing, lol. Yeah, that endless Hueco Mundo stuff took me out, but now I miss all the good moments of Bleach that actually connect to the core story. It's pretty sad to see Ichigo totally transformed.

So what about Ishida's scar, the price to get his powers back - was that from the manga? Anyway, fabulous job with this pairing.

I'm still trying to figure out how mended I am. I need to stop poking at it to see if it still hurts, lol. I'm well past the "Is this going to kill me?" stage. I was feeling good last week, but Friday I got some pretty nasty internal pains, probably overdid it at work. I'll be feeling fine, then get a bad ache or sharp pain that reminds me I'm still recovering. And my fibro is acting up as well, so I'm not completely sure why something's hurting. I feel like a full-body bruise. Not too thrilled about this huge scar that will never go away, either. Maybe the scar itself I wouldn't mind, but all the staple hole scars around it irk me. It's times like this when I find Bleach's "soldiering on" theme inspirational. ;)
evilkat_meowevilkat_meow on January 21st, 2010 02:33 pm (UTC)
I believe the Ishida scar made it into the anime, but it is definitely in the manga. Right before Inoue gets kidnapped, Ishida trains with his father to help in the fight against the Espada. His father told him there was a way to get his powers back. Just when he thought he was beaten by his father, Ryuuken shoots him with an arrow near his heart and it restores his powers...it also leaves a star-shaped scar. Ishida then joins Ichigo on his rescue mission to Hueco Mundo.

And give it time. You just had major surgery a month ago. It takes time to heal. You can rest up and read all the Bleach chapters you've missed. :)
evilkat_meowevilkat_meow on January 22nd, 2010 02:49 am (UTC)
And because I'm crazy like that, here is Ishida's scar http://manga.bleachexile.com/bleach-chapter-226-page-17.html