I just had the INSANE itch to write some Bleach fics. So here I am. If you have any pairing requests or plot ideas or requests PM me!
I would also like to make a shout out to my favorite authors here on fanficiton who have inspired me to write this, and though I doubt they will see it, you guys will~
Go check out The Petulant Prodigy and Psycho-Neurotically Disturbed
~ BloodRedDeathGod
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own any of the sexy Bleach characters or the anime or the manga. That all belongs to Tite Kubo-sama.
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Heartless?
Chapter One
The Devil Within ~ Digital Daggers
You'll never know what hit you
Won't see me closing in
I'm gunna make you suffer
This hell you put me in
I'm underneath your skin
That unfaltering grin. That shining silver hair. Those hidden ice blue eyes. He was a mystery, wrapped in a gorgeous package. Fair skinned, slender, yet well muscled and tall, all in all completely irresistible. One could only imagine what lie under that grey v-neck and those tight black jeans.
So why was it that alarms went off in the young blonde's head every time he saw the silver fox? Bright red flashing alarms meant to warn him of the danger he was headed towards. Ok, maybe not headed towards, just day dreaming about. What a delicious danger that would be.
"Hey Izuru! You there? Helloooooo!" A hand waved in front of his face, blocking his view of the fox-like man. Izuru blinked, his mind returning from oblivion, and turned to the source of the distraction. Before him stood two men, one dressed in black, with a 69 tattooed on his left cheek, Shuhei. The other had bright red hair pulled up in a pony tail like usual, Renji. "I think you were drooling again." Renji said with a smirk.
Izuru dragged a sleeve of his black hoodie across his mouth before realizing that Renji was screwing with him. He scowled at the red head with his visible eye and glanced over his shoulder to get a last glance at his muse, who was just turning the corner of the literature building. He turned back around and Renji was smirking again, while Shuhei had a scowl on his face. Izuru ducked his head and started walking.
"I gotta head to art class guys." The small blonde informed his friends.
"I'll walk with you." Shuhei called, jogging to catch up with him. Izuru sighed internally. He didn't want to hear what Shuhei had to say about his interest in Ichumaru-sama. After all, it was just interest and the blonde couldn't imagine it ever being more than that. "Renji wants to meet up and head to a club later. You in?"
Izuru tensed. He didn't like clubs much. All the people and loud music made him nervous. One glance at Shuhei confirmed his thought, he was only asking out of courtesy. There was no saying no to his friends say-yes-or-I'll-make-you-go look. "Alright. I'll go. What club?" Izuru relented with a sigh. After all, it was just for a few hours.
"Don't worry, I'll pick you up and take you." Damn. That meant that he couldn't escape early. There was the arts building, his saving grace. Maybe Shu wouldn't bring up his infatuation with Ichimaru-sama.
"Hey Izuru?" Again, said man found himself tensing up. His friend looked worried. Here it comes. "Maybe you should forget about Ichimaru. He seems… off. Weird. In a bad way."
Izuru simply nodded, ducking behind his curtain of hair, one foot awkwardly on the first step to the arts building door. He pushed himself up the stairs one by one. I can't forget about him though, Shu. It's just not that simple.
The arts building always smelled of paint and fresh paper. Music was always drifting through the halls from one instrument or another. Izuru loved it. At the moment Beethoven's Fur Elise was giving the halls a sophisticated air. It was played on the acoustic guitar with an expertise Izuru only wished he could achieve. Music wasn't his strong point. He could play the piano, but never with the flourish and emotion it takes to get anywhere with it. The paintbrush and pencil were his tools of trade. He could draw anything that came to mind; he could put any emotion one could think of on canvas. He was skilled.
Students were already setting up their easels in their usual spots when he arrived, each deciding where the best lighting is for their piece. The blonde grabbed his current work of art, an abstract fox with snake scales instead of fur, done with contrasting blood red and metallic silver. Art was how he escaped from life, from stress, from pain and loneliness, yet somehow the silver man of his dreams invaded this too. Izuru didn't think it was that big of a deal. Hisagi was just over reacting. It's not like the man who constantly haunted his thoughts would ever talk to him. He was too insignificant, too invisible. That was ok though, Izuru was used to being alone. He knew how to stand on his own two feet. His brush continued to fly over his painting with grace and precision as he thought about these things. Unbeknownst to him his art teacher watched from afar. 6 o' clock hit, ending the art class of the day. Students packed up their supplies and cleaned up what paint splatters they could before heading out for the night.
"Kira-kun, have you thought about entering your art in the upcoming art showcase?" The sweet art teacher asked him as he cleaned up. She smiled at him kindly, waiting for an answer.
"Uh… No Inoue-sensei, the thought hadn't crossed my mind." Izuru was taken aback. He was used to going unnoticed, without praise.
"You should consider it, that piece is exceptional!" The bubbly ginger teacher stated with a finalizing clap of her hands. Izuru took his leave. His art? In the showcase? Would people like it? Butterflies fluttered around in his stomach. Maybe he would enter it.
Kira Izuru's feet quietly tapped on the pavement as he quickly walked to his single dorm on the campus of Seireitei University. It was about 8:30 in the afternoon when he finally got there, having had to clean the paint off of him and the floor the best he could after class. Shuhei could be around any moment to pick him up.
After running a brush through his soft hair and changing into black skinny jeans and a tight black long sleeve shirt, Izuru went to his bed and pulled a simple wooden box out from under it. Inside was page after page of drawings, all of a single man. Izuru could never quite get his hair right, the shine and the exact shade of silver. Under all the layers of sketches was a layer of razor blades. Izuru kept this box well hidden, because he knew that if anyone found it, he would be sent straight to the nut house. He wasn't a stalker; really, he just had a fixation, something to work on. Originally, it had distracted him from the pain and loneliness; it had given him something to focus on rather than the black hole that seemed to reside in his chest, engulfing all his emotions. But recently seeing the handsome man only widened that hole, opening his eyes to how lonely he really was, hence the blades. They helped him through the day.
Just as he was about to pick one of the gleaming shards of metal up, a knock sounded at the door, causing the poor blonde to jump. Paper and metal scattered across the floor. Izuru jumped to pick them up, then quickly abandoned that idea as the knocking became more insistent. Damn it he forgot to lock the door.
"Izuru lets go! Renji and Rangiku are waiting for us!" He quickly stood up and slipped out his bedroom door just as Shuhei was about to open it. He clicked the door shut behind him, trying to look calm. His best friend's eyes narrowed slightly, but Izuru pretended not to notice as he smiled his innocent smile.
"Well, let's go." He said as he headed for his front door, Shuhei trailing behind.
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The club was hot and loud and crowded like usual. Renji and Rangiku sat in the corner and waved to get the newly arrived men's attention. Joining them was difficult, as there were so many people one had to shove past to get there. Finally they were seated and waiting for their drinks.
"It's more crowded than usual." Izuru stated, looking around.
"Yeah there's this awesome new DJ that apparently everyone knows. I think I knew him in primary school." Rangiku responded before taking a swing of whatever she had ordered. The drinks had just arrived. Izuru didn't usually drink, but he didn't have any classes tomorrow and Shuhei had interrupted his stress management earlier, so he had ordered a beer. Maybe it will help me loosen up, he thought as he cracked it open and took a swig. It was bitter but the warmth it provided was welcome. Suddenly Shuhei tensed beside him.
"What's wrong Shu? The blonde asked before following his gaze to the DJ booth where a very familiar form was mixing a song they didn't recognize. His perpetual grin was in place, eyes closed to slits as usual, his movements as graceful as always. Izuru nearly choked on his beer. He was a DJ?Izuru ordered whiskey this time. Yes, alcohol was a good idea tonight. Shuhei gave his blushing friend a wary look. The world was beginning to look like a much happier place, the alcohol finally beginning to fuzz over his common sense. Maybe he could get up the nerve to talk to Ichimaru-sama. After a few more drinks, the group got up to go dance. Izuru decided it would be a good idea to dance as close to the DJ booth as possible, and maybe catch Ichimaru-sama's eye. The blonde danced to the upbeat song all the while eyeing the mysterious fox. His friends had gone to get more drinks, or maybe to the bathroom, Izuru wasn't sure. He just knew that Ichimaru-sama was a kickass DJ. Before he knew it he had had several more drinks and the DJs were switching off. Ichimaru was giving the music manipulation over to another very tall man with long black hair. He had a wide grin and an eye patch over his left eye. Kira noticed all of these things in his peripheral mind, choosing instead to focus more intently on the silver fox who was disappearing into the crowd. Izuru stumbled after him.
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Shuhei was dancing smoothly to the Electronic Dance Music the DJ was playing. Izuru had disappeared in the crowd somewhere, but he wasn't worried. Maybe he should have been, but the alcohol made it hard to worry about anything. Rangiku bumped into him again. He was beginning to think it was intentional. He knew the curvy woman had feelings for him, but he didn't have the guts to tell her that he didn't swing that way. Like Izuru, he was gay. He didn't go out of his way to broadcast it, so not many people knew. He had seen a few men, and by seen, I mean slept with. Relationships made him nervous, as he had never been in one, and he had a knack for spotting the truth in people. Seeing who they really were. And a lot of the time he did not like what he saw. Currently he was making eye contact with an exceptionally tall man with an eye patch. The man wove his was gracefully through the crowd to Shuhei, and began to grind on him. Combined with the beating music, the alcohol running through his veins, and his lack of sexual activity, the man's skillful rotation of his narrow hips had Shuhei hard as stone in minutes. Maybe he could get some action tonight. Before he could suggest anything though, the slender man glanced at his phone and turned to weave back through the crowd. He soon switched places with the creepy looking fox faced man Izuru had such an obsession with. Izuru. I need to make sure he's ok.
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Izuru found his muse leaning up against the purple wall of the club, sipping a drink. He looked so tantalizing just leaning there, like he was waiting for the blonde to find him. But Izuru knew better, Or did he? The fox seemed to be staring right at him.
"Hey there." Whoa. Was that hisvoice? It was amazing. An exotic sounding accent caressed his voice in a way that made Izuru's pants tighten. Wait… Was he talking to me? Izuru's sky blue eyes widened. "H-hi." He replied lamely. The alcohol made it hard to think.
"I noticed ya seemed to be watchin me DJ." Izuru blushed. He couldn't think of how to respond to that.
"Well… you're a good DJ." Izuru muttered, hiding behind his golden bangs.
"Well aren't ya adorable. " Ichimaru pushed himself off the wall and stood in front of the blushing man. Using his long slender fingers, he tucked Izuru's pale bangs behind his ear, revealing his other sky blue eye. Izuru could feel his muse's warm breath caressing his face, and his skin tingled where his fingers had grazed it. Yes, his pants were defiantly too tight. Before he had the chance to say anything, Ichimaru disappeared into the crowd. Izuru stood alone, feeling disappointed, hurt, and still aroused.
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Shuhei shoved past a few people who were in his way. He saw Izuru standing alone near the wall of the club. He paused, taking in the blonde. He looked slightly flustered, and lost. Shuhei had never noticed how delectable the blonde looked. He made his way to the blonde and dragged him onto the dance floor. Izuru did nothing to resist, until Shuhei began grinding on him. The small blonde gasped and tried to pull away, but Shuhei just pulled him closer.
"Shu, are you feeling ok?" He asked, trying to reason with him. Immediately Shuhei silenced him with a kiss. The intoxication made him want to kiss back, to move closer, to chase away the loneliness, the pain. And he did. Before he knew it they were back at Shuhei's dorm room. Shuhei kissed him passionately, and it would be a lie to say Izuru didn't enjoy it. It filled the chasm in his chest, if just for the moment. He kissed his dark haired friend first on his soft lips, then his defined chin, on his defenseless neck, then dropped to his knees. He impatiently unbuttoned Shuhei's pants, pulling them down just far enough for his erection to spring free. Izuru groaned. It was throbbing with need, and Izuru took it into his mouth. He bobbed his head, teasing the tip with his tongue and gently grazing his teeth across Shuhei's member. Shuhei groaned, looking down at the blonde and thoroughly enjoying the sight of Izuru's delicate features taking all of his need. It wasn't long before Izuru had Shuhei cumming in his mouth. He swallowed the bitter salty liquid and looked up at Shuhei.
The world had stopped spinning and the warm buzz of alcohol had dissipated. Suddenly he realized where he was. What he was doing. Fear shot through him. Shame. His best friend. What was he doing? Izuru got to his feet quickly, and ran from the dorm with his delicate blue eyes brimming with tears before the still intoxicated Shuhei could say anything. What had he done?
The devil within
You'll never know what hit you
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So, how'd you like it? Think I should continue it? Review, tell me what you think!
I am going to put a song with fitting lyrics and mood at the beginning and end of the chapters. Tell me if you like it or not!