Yep - here I am again. Those who reviewed my oneshot inspired me, and so, this is MY response-- an unoffical sequel (with chapters and PLOT--gasp!) to "An Obvious Truth"! Disclaimers? Honor thy Tite Kubo. xD
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Darkness curled in the distance, curtaining the void of concrete, iron and reflective glass, tainting the world below with the stains of mahogany, navy and twilight. Any light bright enough to shine into the most dense pieces of this iron, horizontal jungle vanished without a trace, leaving behind a ghostly wind, wisping between the skyscrapers like the shallow breath of a demon. Amongst the darkness which had overtaken lay a flicker of color, a single, lone star of ivory amongst nothing else.
Staring ahead at an adjacent tower, he'd watched the darkness roll in, if not rather quickly. Confusion plastered against his expression, he sat up, staring at the decaying skies of faint blue. For once, no humidity struck him, not even the slight brush of moisture. No visions of a monsoon to come, and, even though he far from enjoyed it, not a single glimmer of the rain. At this point of such horrific looking clouds, even the rain would be inviting. Instead, though, an unusual arid heat crawled across the stone and glass underneath him.
Usually, he'd ignore what the weather threatened, or better yet, try to fix it himself since he knew well what the changes of skies meant. However, the gleam of confusion reflected in the golden glow of his irises made it apparent that he couldnt be sure his aibou had anything to do with this estranged change of weather. Rather then rain, a clasp of brightness and a jagged thread of light flashed in the distance. He jumped, despite himself. Clamboring to his feet, he made haste... and leapt away from the approaching storm, if he could even classify it as one. Hopping from one broadside bulding to another, his mind raced.
What the hell is goin' on?! He turned his head briefly to look over his shoulder. The storming clouds seemed to be stationary for the moment and he pivoted in mid air, feet skidding his body, in reverse, to a halt on the nearest platform.
...Aibou... The hell is happenin' to you?! Casting his gaze to the still blue skies to his left, eyes narrowing, I'll figure it out fer myself if I have to. Taking a deep breath, he lightly hopped off the edge of the cobalt surface, letting his body fall in whichever direction the gravity of his world decided to pull him.
It didnt matter really, he'd wake up somewhere else anyway.
A grunt bounced hollowly off the walls of the quaint, rather plain bedroom as a weight flopped onto a bed below a slightly ajar window. A head of the brightest form of orange absently burrowed into the waiting pillow, the teenager sighing heavily as he curled up upon the sheets, amber eyes shutting the world away as a strange form of sleepiness overtook him. Not even bothering with dressing down for bed, he instead rested with complete comfort in the clothes he'd worn that day. A breeze escaped the winds outside to invade his bedroom, the only light to accompany it in the form of starlight and the waxing moon above the darkened city streets. Since a couple days prior, he'd never felt so much at ease. Really, he had Shiro to thank for it. He hadnt killed him after all... and he even felt free to love his hollow and not give a damn about what anyone else might say about it. The defiant thought made him smile slightly in the fog of sleepiness which began to envelope him.
That is, until a rather urgent, tri-fold voice pierced through the thick fog.
"Aibou! Aibou! Ugh, King, dammit, wake the hell up!"
Ichigo cracked an eye open warily, the gaze widening upon realizing it was the subject of his thoughts crouching over him on the twin bed. The expression of slight frantic worry, however, struck him as new. Sitting up slowly to avoid colliding with his ivory counterpart's head, he looked to him in a deep set of concern and confusion, "Shiro? What is it?"
Shiro sighed heavily with relief, seeing his Aibou didnt seem to be suffering from anything aside from pure exhaustion, likely from low level hollow-hunting earlier in the day. Regardless, though, his expression sank into hardened concern, like a doctor would have for a troublesome patient. "Nothin' I guess- Ichigo... you feelin' alright?" he frowned, feeling almost sheepish for panicking over his partner's well-being so soon. Nothing did seem to be wrong. And Ichigo reflected that exact thought as he raised an eyebrow at his hollow.
"I'm fine, Shiro. Unusual for you to ask," he noted with a hint of amusement, "What? Worried about me?"
At hearing such an accusation, a slight shade of pink appeared across the bridge of Shiro's nose and in attempt to hide it, buried his face into the crook of his elbow as he leaned against his drawn up knees. Glaring to the side in frustration, he merely muttered a very unconvincing, "Nnno. Just... shut up."
A smile, bright beyond compare, grew across Ichigo's tanned lips at watching Shiro become so easily embarrassed over a simple comment. Reaching out, he looped his fingers underneath his lover's sheltering elbow and pulled him out of the shell he always hid behind whenever that bright red color appeared over his features, into his arms. Seeing the wide-eyed expression of flustered shock, similar to that of a startled kitten, staring up at him, his smile broadened, "God, Shiro. How can you be god damn adorable so often?" Before the ivory being could begin to muster an argumentive response, Ichigo swooped down, kissing his hollow lovingly.
"Che," Shiro's glowing gaze once again took refuge in staring at a far corner on the opposite side of the room for a moment while the heat in his cheeks slowly died down. Ignoring the radiating smile from his lover's lips (as best as he could manage), he held his breath quitely, drawing out the time until his proper albino color, however the contradiction, returned to his face. Warily, if not shyly, shifting his line of vision to stare up at Ichigo's still confused expression, he frowned a bit, "Na, Ichigo... you really do feel alright? I mean it."
The grin faded into a reassuring smile and Ichigo closed his eyes for a moment, nodding slowly after as a minute passed in silence. Amber orbs, shining with warming gentleness locked their gaze with the opposing, still worryful gold.
"I am Shiro," the Shinigami's rounded, yet silky voice answered back with soft honesty, "I have you, after all. I mean, c'mon."
Barely a smirk tweaked the edges of Shiro's snowy lips, happy to know his King, his Aibou really was alright. Relief tried to center itself steady in his mind, yet the foreboding image of those demonic clouds pulled at the edges. No matter how he tried, something didnt settle right. And Ichigo could tell as the question hit the chill air:
"Why? What is it, Shiro?"
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A/N: Why, indeed? x) If ya want more, then give me a reason to continue! Motivation always helps. Until then, cliffhanger for you! Hope ya enjoyed.