Alright this is another Bleachness story I decided to make, I don;t know why I'm so obsessed now a days with them but it feels that as soon as I'm going finish one another good idea pops into my head and I just can't help myself.
Didn't have enough space to write the whole summary so I'll write it here:
"All his life he's been trying to run away from his past, cure himself and look forward to his future. But what happens when all your work was in vain? When you have no choice but to face the choices that were made for you? Ichigo will have to go back to the origins of his misery and face the one thing he has been running away from all his life. T for swearing/sexual content. Slight Yaoi (only at the beginning and maybe some later on)."
Oh yeah some OOC character's but I'm sure you'll see that while you read (don't want to give you any hints now, but I'm sure you'll notice right away)
So read and enjoy :)
By the way
Diclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of it's sexiness :L
The bell rang signaling the end of another long school day. The orange haired boy woke up from his nap as he felt heavy hands shaking him. He breathed in deeply and looked up to see his friend with his usual serious expression.
"Class is over Ichigo, time for work." He said lifting his hand from the boys shoulder and picking up his bag. Ichigo rubbed his eyes sleepily and nodded.
"Oh, Hey chad, already time to go I see, finally." He yawned and got up, gathering his things from the desk. He took his bag from the other teens hand and threw all his books inside, not bothering to organize it correctly. "Let's go." He said after getting his things ready. He gave another yawn and motioned the other one to hurry as he walked out. Said teen followed without saying a single word or being annoyed at being hurried when the other one was asleep.
"Kurosaki, I need to have a word with you." Said a blue haired boy with glasses as they left the classroom. Ichigo looked back at the one speaking to him with an annoyed look.
"What?" He said not even trying to tone down the annoyance in his voice.
"I have noticed that lately you haven't been productive in class and the teacher sent me as the class representative and school president, to have a word with you about it." He pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose as he finished saying this. Ichigo sighed heavily and tried not to grit his teeth.
"And if I refuse?" He said raising an eyebrow, daring the other to speak. What he wanted the most was to beat the guy up. He didn't like the Uryu character, infact he could even go as far as saying that he detested him. The fact that whenever he looked at Ichigo with a look that said that he thought that he was better, it infuriated the boy. Him being stuck up because he came from a rich family and had his future all planned out in front of him made him think that he was better, made him think that everyone else was trash under his feet. Or at least it was what Ichigo had always thought. He looked at the other menacingly daring him to open his mouth so he could bash his head in.
"Well, if you refuse to have a talk and to improve your grades then, unfortunately you will be expelled from school. This is what I was told to tell you."
"That's bullshit! Why the fuck do I have to have a fucking conversation about my problems with you? The hell wrong with these people. Fuck that you can go ahead and expel me. You act like I give two fucks about it!" The orange head yelled in the others face. He felt it; he was losing his self-control, or what was left of it. He told himself repeatedly to calm down, to breathe in and out and not bash that guy's head in. He had enough problems and the last thing he wanted was another person's blood on his hands.
'Hah, what the hell is wrong with me? What the fucks the point of holding back?' He gritted his teeth and shook his head, trying to get the thoughts out. Though it didn't help, he felt like he was about to lose it, let go of his sanity and give in to his lust for destruction. What could he lose? What was the difference of getting rid of someone who's look down on you for so long.
His hands balled up into fist when he heard the glasses character sigh as if he were dealing with some unstable person. He was about to lift up his hand to punch the guy straight in his nose when he felt his friends hand on his shoulder again. He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed again, breathing in deeply too cool down.
'Remember who you are Ichigo, remember what you are trying to accomplish.' He looked at the glasses guy again looked away.'I'm fine.' The orange head breathed in again and nodded to his friend letting him know everything was fine. The other proceeded to nod in return, even though he knew the other couldn't see and let go of him.
"Will we be able to discuss this… situation, or not? Kurosaki I am a busy man. I don't have time for this." Uryu moved his glasses further up again looking at the other with impatient eyes.
"Ichigo, you can go ahead and stay, we can do it tomorrow, or when you're done." Chad said from behind him, turning around as he did so.
"…I'll give you a call when I'm done here then." Ichigo grumbled defeated. He knew that there was no point in resisting. Not being in school wasn't going to help his 'recovery' it wasn't going to maintain him sane or feeling that he still had ties with the rest of the world. School was basically the only thing that made him feel like he was still alive, loosing that wouldn't be a good idea he knew that, but still. Having to share his "issues" with someone he disliked to the point of wanted to beat him to death wasn't his cup of tea either.
The taller male nodded and walked off, leaving him and the character alone in front of the classroom door. "If you will follow me to the student council room, there we will be able to talk." Ichigo rolled his eyes but followed. They reached the student council room and as he walked inside he noticed the utter plainness of the room. It was completely white, with a few desks and papers on them. Apart from that everything was in place and very orderly, it definitely gave of the Uryu feel.
He closed the door behind him and proceeded to sit on the president's chair, just to annoy him. Well if he had to go through this why not have some fun?
"Talk." He ushered the prick, which seemed to be annoyed at the fact that he had his feet on the desk. "Well," He started, pushing the teen's feet from the desk.
"what seems to be the problem kurosaki?" The boy raised an amused eyebrow at him.
"What do you mean? What problem?" He asked innocently. Wanting to get on the others nerves as much as possible.
"It seems that there is a reason for the dropping of our grades. Am I wrong?" He folded his arms knowingly. "I am correct aren't I" It wasn't a question, he knew what the boy was hiding and he wasn't going to waste his time waiting him to admit it. The orange head just stared at him, his eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed, studying the other, wondering if he really knew what was going on.
"No you're wrong." He denied, just in case the boy was pulling his leg. He thought it was better to deny until the end, until everything was lost.
"It seems like you are misunderstanding me, Kurosaki. It is not something that I want answered, I already know. I was stating the fact that I know about this... problem of yours..." He moved his glasses further up, as he carefully tried to find the right words that described the boy's "issues".
Ichigo tired not to panic tried to stay as calm as he could; to not give away anything until the end. Though he felt like it was almost the end for him. The guy seemed legitimate about what he was talking about. Ichigo feared that he could actually know. That there was a remote possibility that he could have actually gotten discovered.
"Again, I don't know what you're talking about." He replied coolly. All thoughts that passed his head were about keeping calm and not forgetting his goal, he felt like he was one foot in insanity mode. He felt the surge of adrenaline that was starting to pump into his system, the clamminess of his hands as they trembled from excitement. He felt it the want to kill, like he was about to fight twenty men at once.
That wild feeling that surged through his body whenever he overexerted himself, when he felt danger near him.
He gritted his teeth and breathed in deeply when he saw the other smirk at him.
"No need to hide it Kurosaki, I know you can feel it taking over you right now as we speak." He began walking towards the teen with opened arms. Ichigo didn't know what to do at that, he was at a lose for words, but definitely not movements.
He backed off the chair and kept staring at the boy as he walked closer, smile getting wider with every step he took.
"Oh yeah, and so what if you know? What's the big deal?" He clenched his teeth when he hit the wall that was apparently a little closer than what he expected.
"I can help you." He said stopping right in front of the boy.
"You can help me?" He said with a raised eyebrow. "How the fuck will you be able to help me?"
"Don't worry, I am very experienced." He slowly took off his glasses, a slight blush on his cheeks as he put his hand on the other's chest.
'Okay this is getting weird.' Ichigo thought as he gave the boy another strange look.
"Ahh... I'm sure you can't help me, but thanks." He said backing up as far as he could to the wall, wishing there was some trap door there that could get him away from the little freak.
"Are you sure?" The thin boy whispered tentatively as he moved his hand further down the teens chest.
"Uh yeah, I'm sure." He said breathing in deeply as he felt the other's hand moved down to his bellybutton.
"And why wouldn't I be able to?" His hands lingered on the waist line of my pants, slipping a finger in slowly and pulling at them as they moved.
"Because we aren't talking about the same thing. The help you want give me isn't the kind of help I want or need." He muttered breathlessly. He tried pushing him away a little, to regain composure of himself, which didn't seem to work as the boy took as a chance to pull himself closer and grind himself against Ichigo's thigh.
Ichigo's breath hitched and he tried pushing the other away to no avail. The teen had his hand inside the other's pants rubbing at his groin as he pulled himself closer.
"It's alright, no need to hid it. I've been watching you for quite some time now and you interest me, kurosaki. I know this is what you also want, don't fight it." He whispered into the teens ear as he wrapped his hand around said boy's penis.
"Stop!" The orange boy yelled, finally pushing the demented boy off him. Uryu fell to the ground in shock. He was confused at the rejection, the other other could see it in his eyes.
"Look, I'm not too fond of you to begin with. I don't want to be with you and I definitely don't want your help in any way." He sighed as he finished, not knowing whether to walk out or stay until his "situation" down there had settled.
Uryu stood from the ground with a sad smile. His face flushed and embarrassed as the words of the older teen sank in. He walked to the desk and took tissue paper from it, proceeding to clean his hand from the liquids it held. "You are misunderstanding again Kurosaki," He started as he threw the tissue out when he was done. "this is a none negotiable matter." He picked up his glasses from wherever they had been thrown and put them on.
The older teen furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean none negotiable? You're telling me that I don't have a say on who can touch me or not? Are you fucking kidding me?" He was getting irritated at the glasses guy.
"That is exactly what I am saying."
"And How're you gona do that huh? Only fucking way to hold me back from kicking you ass is to kill me!" He walked up to the other, grabbing his shirt, towering over him.
"Well the information I have of you is enough to do the job."
"Heh, you think I'll fall for that shit again? How stupid do you think I am?" He gritted his teeth ready to pull a punch and end the whole thing.
"No I was serious when I said that, I know about your problem, I wasn't bluffing about that." He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and went to looking like the studious honor student that he had lost with the lust that he felt.
Ichigo stared at him menacingly and pulled his arm back, aiming his fist for his nose where he could get double points for breaking his glasses as well.
"I know about you mother!" The fist stopped right before it collided with the boy's face. Ichigo's eyes were wide open, his body was trembling and his face was going pale.
"My mom?..."
"Y-yes, I knew about your mother a long while ago, who she was and what she did for a living. I know you don't want it getting out. Now do you?" The orange head palled at the thought, giving the Uryu more confidence to speak. He pulled his shirt away from the boys grasp and backed up, straightening up his attire as well as himself.
"What the fuck do you want from me?" Ichigo's voice was only a whispered as he let both his his arms fall numbly to his side, looking down at the ground, wanting for a whole to open up and suck him in.
"You know what I want." Uryu whispered back, tentatively. His eyes narrowing in satisfaction, as the boy made no attempt in backing away as he moved closer.
He wrapped his arms around the Berry buried his face in his shoulder. "You smell wonderful, land your body is hard and built, yet soft and welcoming. I am very intrigued by you Kurosaki, I hope you know that." He whispered in his ears and moved his lips towards said other's and planted his there.
The contact with the boy's skin sent pleasant shivers down the skinny man's back, causing him to whine into the kiss. Even though Ichiog did nothing to stop it, he did nothing to support it either. He just stood there, frozen letting the other have his way with him.
All he could think about was his mother and that darkened past of his that he tried to forget for so long.
I know, I know, this is just an experiment. I want to see how many reviews I get for writing the story in third person, and if not to many good ones then I'll just make the second chapter a first person.
I'm just trying to see if I am any good at third person, but as you can see I failed miserably.
If you guys have any tips and/or pointers don't and I mean DO NOT hesitate to comment.
I really want to expand my horizon but it seems that just by reading stories narrated by a third person isn't doing much good.
But yeah, review and tell me if you like it or if you want me to keep this going or something 'cuz even if the first chapter sucks and it sucks I'm it'll get better... maybe
So yeah...
review and help :D