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Summary: Ichigo is in love with Urahara, but Urahara is in love with Ichigo's father. Rukia is in love with both Ichigo and Renji, and Renji is in love with Rukia. But something big will happen that will give Rukia the chance to choose.
Ichigo ran to Urahara's Shoten ready for more practice. He had been alternating practices for weeks now between Urahara and the Vizards, but he was always happier training with Urahara. Ichigo had finally learned how to suppress his enormous reitsu, and he was dancing on daisies happy that Urahara had been the one to teach him. Yes, you could say he was in love with Urahara. It took him a while to admit it, however, when he did he felt so much happier.
He had finally made up his mind to tell Urahara today, and had hardened his resolve. He was ready!
As he ran into the shop, he noticed that Urahara wasn't in the front, so he went to the back, to search the different rooms. He was about to give up and go to the basement, when he saw a door that was ajar. He walked to it smiling and readying himself to surprise Urahara, when he heard a familiar voice coming from the room that shouldn't even be in this place. He stopped short of the door, and looked inside confirming that indeed it was his father, Kurosaki Isshin. He was about to burst through the door when Urahara's words stopped Ichigo.
"Will you-will you ever love me?" Ichigo stood frozen. He had never heard such a sorrowful voice from Urahara.
"I'm sorry, Urahara, you already know that I still love Masaki. I can't use you as a rebound." His father sounded just as sad as Urahara's.
"Please, I don't care. I just need you by my side." Ichigo couldn't take anymore. He slowly backed out of the Shoten, thanking the gods that he had been able to keep a cap on his reitsu even through that kind of shock, and ran back to his house. He didn't notice Rukia watching him leave. When he entered his room he sat on the bed and stared at the wall. He wanted to cry, but held it in. He didn't cry when he was slashed up by Kenpachi, and he isn't going to cry now; even if the pain was 10x worse.
Ichigo didn't go down for lunch, or dinner. He told Yuzu that he was just really sleepy, and hadn't gotten much sleep from studying exams which wasn't entirely false. He continued to stare at the wall before falling asleep, dreaming of Urahara.
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Ichigo woke up the next morning and got ready for school. He had decided to ignore the pain. He was Kurosaki Ichigo. He didn't have time to deal with the pain. He went to school as normal as he could muster up, and completed the day with his normal detached attitude. Ichigo could tell that his friends knew something was wrong, but was happy when none of them said anything. He walked home in his normal demeanor, finished his homework, and went over to Urahara's like normal.
He had spent a lot of time debating on how to approach Urahara after seeing that, so he figured he should just go to him as usual. He went straight to the basement this time, and didn't bother looking for Urahara. He just started practicing his swing while waiting. Ichigo felt Urahara's presence (not reitsu) before he saw him, and quickly swung his sword to deflect the attack that would have ended his life had he not been paying attention.
"Well well well. It would seem you have gotten much stronger Ichigo." Ichigo just stared at Urahara before batting the man away with his sword.
"Yes, I have. Shall we begin?" Ichigo masked his expression with a solid face that would have made Byakuya proud.
"Yes we shall." Ichigo readied himself, but was stopped by Urahara. "But… Today we're not using swords. Today, I'm going to help sharpen your hand to hand combat skills." Ichigo gave Urahara a weird look as he watched him lay his sword to the side before shoving Zangetsu into the floor. With no verbal agreement, they began. Their arms and legs created a dance that Ichigo had never realized he could do until now. They both moved so gracefully together blocking and dodging each other's moves.
After an hour of fighting like this, their dance became less of a dance, and more of a ravenous hunger to end each other. They probably would have had it not be for the interference of Tessai saying that it was time for dinner. They ended the fight, and slowly walked to their swords and sheathed them before climbing back into the Shoten.
Ichigo was the first to speak. "That was refreshing." He turned around to see that Urahara's hat was covering his eyes.
"Why yes, Ichigo, it was." They went to the bathrooms to clean some of the dirt off of their face and hands before returning to the dining room where the food had already been placed on the table. Ichigo didn't want to eat, so he said his goodbyes, and left. He was tired, and just wanted to relax. Fighting with Urahara had relaxed him a little, but now that he was away from Ichigo the Earth-shattering pain in his chest had returned. He walked home beaten and worn, once again not noticing Rukia watching him leave.
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Rukia jumped through Ichigo's window right onto Ichigo's stomach; successfully waking Ichigo up. She had come to help relieve some of his stress, and she wouldn't leave until Ichigo had relaxed a little. She had known that Ichigo was in love with Urahara, and was jealous for the most part, however her jealousy had turned into anger when she had overheard Urahara and Isshin's conversation.
She knew that Urahara knew about Ichigo's crush on him, and also knew that Urahara had purposefully chosen that time to invite Isshin over to his house. She understood that he was just trying to let Ichigo know that he couldn't be with him, but she felt that the way he went about it was too cruel. That is not something Ichigo could overcome quickly, and with Ichigo's state of mind, he definitely wouldn't recover well from a blow like that.
Rukia watched Ichigo stand up and stretch in only pajama pants before she spoke. "It's alright to cry Ichigo." He turned around, and she could see the inner conflict going through his head, and held out her arms to him. She could see the debate of whether to go to her playing over in his head, and decided to take matters into her own hands.
She pulled him down so that she was laying under him with him lying in-between her legs. She petted his hear, and hummed to him. She felt him relax, and then shift so that he was on his hands and knees above her, before he bent down to kiss her. She was caught off guard with her mouth open, and felt Ichigo's tongue enter her mouth. The kiss was gentle with Ichigo coaxing her mouth open wider, but Rukia could tell that he was inexperienced. After years of having sex with Renji, Rukia could tell the difference.
Thoughts of her on-again off-again boyfriend made her turn her head to the side to break the kiss. When she felt Ichigo's lips trail kisses down Rukia's throat, she tried with her last bit of will to stop him. "We can't, Ichigo."
The lips stopped before she felt his mouth shift to her ear and a word was whispered into her ear that melted her like ice cream on a hot day. "Please." The sorrow in his voice made it impossible to resist, and she gave in when his lips came back to hers. Silent, pleading, pooling eyes stared into hers before they turned lustful. Clothes were shed along with the feelings of hurt, and they both drowned themselves in each other to ignore their own pain. Rukia's pain of being split between two men, and Ichigo's pain of unrequited love.
Rukia felt Ichigo's lips trail down from her neck to her nipples, and her back arched as he suckled on them. The pleasure was so intense, as she felt a finger slide in and out of her. She could feel herself getting wetter for him. The mouth left her breast along with the finger that was replaced with Ichigo's length. It pushed in slowly, and Rukia enjoyed the feeling. He was just as long as Renji, but he was thicker. It felt so good to squeeze around him that she moaned loudly. Ichigo seemed to like the sound, because he started to move, maintaining a medium-slow pace. Rukia felt so good, until she felt something wet hitting her skin. At first she thought it was Ichigo's sweat, but when she looked up, she saw his tear streaked face. She was caught off guard when he started thrusting harder, and was surprised when her orgasm ripped through her, causing her to lose her train of thought.
She felt him pull out, before a warm, white substance was squirted onto her stomach. She closed her eyes when he kissed her cheek before she felt him shift so that he was lying next to her. She watched as he drifted off to sleep before letting silent tears run down her cheeks. She cried silently for Ichigo, because she had never had as bitter sex as she just did.
Hello everyone. I hope you all enjoyed chapter one. I'll try to make things more detailed, but if things dont fit, i'll just make an interlude to explain things. In case you haven noticed, this is not an AU fic. Rukia and Renji are not going out at the time. They are and will be on and off throughout the whole story. I need to know whether you all think Ichigo should be Uke or Seme for this fic. Chow chow for now!