brand new story for me :D I don't really drabble in this pairing online but I felt like posting this one for kicks. I have three chapters completed for this so far, I don't have it betaed so if there are mistakes please tell me so I don't repeat and make it a habit. Things get better as the story progresses so if you enjoy this chapter you'll really like the next one and if you can read through this but didn't really enjoy it, you'll be a little more entertained by the next chapter. If I ever confuse anyone, leave the question in the comment section and I'll PM you a reply or clarify in the next chapter what I meant.
Please enjoy.
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A white and black dragon sat alone on the cool and slightly damp floor of a large hollowed cave in the mountain face. He was fairly old, he had lost his egg tooth and herbivore teeth a dozen years or so ago. Most dragons felt that not keeping close eyes on children at his age enforced bad behavior that led hunters to their families but…his parents weren't going to get any awards for their good behavior.
"Shiro-baby," his mother's voice called from the other side of the cave. Shiro groaned as he moved to get up.
"What?" he called as he slowly walked over to the kitchen. He was more than slightly annoyed, and he could blame it on the searing itch under his scales he couldn't quite reach.
"Baby, your dad and I have discussed this extensively and we think that you should go out on your own until you get your call and can find another home," Yoruichi, his mother and one of the few purple dragons left on earth, told him with a grin on her face. He honestly didn't think his dad had a say in it. Urahara was a human who Yoruichi felt attracted to and he didn't really feel like arguing with her when she was in her normal dragon form.
"Is that your way of saying that you're tired of taking care of me?" Shiro deadpanned as he sent glares at his mother.
"NO!"
"Maybe, but it's for the best," his father piped up from where he was lazing about on a normal human sized couch, not the least bit frightened about getting between his dragon son and wife's arguments despite their size and strength advantages.
"Right, so I'm going to take a long nap and we can talk about it when I wake up and don't have to worry about shooting pains," Shiro stated as he made to move out of the room. He almost made it but his mother had grabbed his tail with hers and dragged him back across the rocky floor, his father grinning at the spectacle they made.
"Pain?" she asked in an almost elated voice.
"Why is that a good thing to you!?" Shiro exclaimed angrily. He remembered belatedly that his mother despised being yelled at, and she could do damage to him if she felt like it.
"It may mean that we can kick you out and not worry about where you end up," Yoruichi called, her yellow eyes dancing with mirth. Either she hadn't heard or had ignored the tone in his voice when he voiced his question.
"Go choke on a sheep bone," Shiro muttered darkly. His mother probably heard him but was too happy to care as she grinned lost in her own thoughts.
"Sweetie, you need to tell him what you mean," his dad chimed in causing his mother's grin to drop to a pout.
"Don't put a damper on anything Kisuke," his mother whined. His father just chuckled and went back to lazing about on the couch. Shiro watched with a passive face as he waited for someone to tell him what the searing pain meant.
"You know how certain people have chemistry and are just MEANT to be together?" his mother asked. Shiro nodded allowing himself to become distracted by the little butterfly floating within eyesight. "Well," his mother continued sending him a glare to remind him to listen, "dragons get a call for a partner, not a lover, rather a friend, who we're meant to be bestest friend with. That's what's up with you right now."
"Why did you wait this long to tell me, and you weren't even going to tell me before kicking me out!" Shiro snapped.
"Oh, look at the time, don't let the dog bite you on your way out~," his mother sang pushing him outside and slamming the door behind her.
"WE DON'T HAVE A DOG!" Shiro shouted at the closed door. "Some stupid kid chooses now to need a friend," Shiro muttered with a slight pout before taking off with a flare of black and white wings.
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Shiro flew for a few hours before the itch under his scales soothed down to a pleasant chill as he flew over a pathway. He slowly descended to the green grass and brown dirt road and turned into his human form. Human forms for dragons weren't under the radar or anything, his mom had brown skin and purple hair in hers, so his chalk white skin and hair were expected. Shiro wanted to stretch and get a handle on his range of motion but was prevented by the loud feminine scream from just over the ridge.
"Humans," Shiro snorted and began to slowly stroll up the hill to where the screams came from but was forced to run when the itch under his scales started up again on a…part of his male human anatomy. The sight that met him was not unexpected, a group of bandits surrounding an older woman and two kids, one with orange hair and a younger one with black hair, what was unexpected was the way the orange haired kid had a certain glow to Shiro's black on gold dragon eyes. Shiro let his eyes travel over the two women and was able to find the cause of his 'partner's' distress, they were both dead.
"Hey," Shiro called lightly but allowed himself to spread his wings out of the human form he was using. The bandits took one look at him and ran off with their tails between their legs as Shiro strolled over to the orange head.
"Look at me a minute kid and tell me what you see," Shiro demanded as he strolled up. The kid slowly raised his eyes to Shiro's and lightly smiled.
"Black and white butterflies," the kid responded slowly reaching out to touch the seemingly invisible insects.
"Give me your hand," Shiro stated coldly. Reaching his hand out he grabbed the kid's and felt his energy take root in the kid's blood, he didn't feel like explaining what was up and the smell of the two dead women laying so close to him was sickening. Slowly the veins in the kid's arm turned black as the power coursed through his body and Shiro extended his other arm to support the kid as he faded from consciousness.
"Name's Shiro kid, it'll be important later on," Shiro stated coldly.
"Ichigo," was the simple response that reached his ears as the kid fell into his arms.
"Fun," Shiro sarcastically stated as he set the kid in the wagon and flew away.
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