Summary- Bested by the demon within, Ichigo is trapped inside his own soul, where the only thing worse is being outside it. Who knows how much pleasure and pain, a foolish mistake will grant him? For two weeks he will be at the mercy of his hollow, and a prisoner of Las Noches. Will his strong mind and body be able to cope with the weight of Shiro's revenge, and his love? ShiroxIchigo- YAOI. LEMON. Shiro- centric
Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN BLEACH.
A/N- Thank you for reviewing! Sorry for those of your who asked for smut; this is mostly all theory stuff, but there will be ample smut to make up for it in the next chapter! ;) For the time being, enjoy this chapter! Thank you!
The occupants of the room were all on the edge of their seats; even Ulquiorra had come forwards to crowd the monitor.
"Finally! I thought they'd never get started! " Grimmjow exclaimed.
"That brat! How dare he spit out my H2O, does he even know how much work I put into imitating human water! " Szyael was fuming over the fact that Ichigo spat out the water from the bathroom tap.
So far, the espada, Gin and Aizen, had been amused by Ichigo's attempt at discarding the sex toys. Now Shiro was pressing the shinigami into the mattress, and they crowded around the screen, excited for the show to come.
"Hmmm…. Is it just me, or is the kid enjoying this a lot more than a soul-reaper ought to be?" Stark pondered, for the first time some of them had seen he was actually paying close attention to something.
"Very perceptive Primera… I wouldn't say he's enjoying it, though his body is unwillingly reacting to the hollows touches." Aizen mused, a thoughtful look on his face.
"Tch, he's probably just deprived, I heard all soul-reapers are sticks in the mud." Snorted Grimmjow; enjoying the show too much to worry about such trivial things. However, The other espada ignored his commentary.
"Szyael, turn the reitsu detectors on." The pink haired espada scrambled to follow Aizens orders, fiddling with controls before the view changed to incorporate flowing trails of reitsu.
The ribbons twirled around the featured couple like snakes; a swirling interconnected river of black and red reistsu.
"W-What the hell!" Nnoitra exclaimed, unconsciously thrashing his huge scythes around as he moved to crowd the monitor.
"What an interesting phenomenon…" Szyael mused, suddenly appearing in front of the screen, much to the others annoyance, as the scientist's curiosity made him oblivious to the wants and needs of others.
"Indeed…" Aizen said eerily, "The level of intelligence, self awareness, and mastery over reitsu this creature must posses in order to attempt this in impressive…" He leant forward in his chair, silently reconsidering the hollow as a threat rather than a specimen or plaything.
"What? What is it!-? What's he doing!-?" Nnoitra looked expectantly from Aizen to Szyael, until their leader gestured for the scientist to do the honours.
"As you all should know, " Szyael began calmly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "Kurosaki isn't the type to submit easily. Aizen-sama picked up on it before I did, but what the hollow's doing, is utilizing the boys greatest weakness. Kurosaki Ichigo has strong emotions, he lets them guide him through battle, and thus he has almost no control over his emotions or his reitsu, since emotions are linked with reitsu. His hollow however… is apparently a different story."
Szyael's scientific tone was beginning to get more passionate, as he talked about the hollow.
"What he is doing is infusing his own reitsu with emotion and feeding it into Ichigo, replacing the boys own with hollow reitsu! In order to pull off something like that, one must have extraordinary skill in reitsu control as well as mastery over your own emotions. As we can see, the boys feeling incredibly horny right now, and due to his terrible control and unfamiliarity with such things he is easy for the hollow to manipulate. This is only possible thanks to their unique bond in the first place; if anybody else tried to infuse their reitsu into another person it would destroy the subject. But in this case, where both their unique reitsu signatures are one and the same it is extremely effective."
He paused to regain his composure, pushing the hair that had fallen over his face away and readjusting his glasses.
"My research would benefit greatly if you would allow me to run some tests on them, Aizen-sama?" he queried.
"Indeed… what a frightening creature, I'm impressed the boy has suppressed it this long." Aizen said, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips.
"I think I get it…" Starrk said nonchalantly, leaning back again, "That hollows mastery over his feelings would make him a terrifying opponent, as well as a brilliant battle tactician, on top of being a cold-blooded killer, and he's powerful too." The primera slouched against a wall, loosing interest as quickly as he had gained it.
"He appears to be the opposite of Kurosaki Ichigo, who so far has just rushed into battles blindly and conquered with brute force and passion. This hollow has obviously thought out his decision to come here, as well as presenting undeniable proof that it was smarter for us to accept. His intellect is a force to be reckoned with, it seems."
"So he's calm like Ulquiorra, smart like Szyael and cruel like Nnoitra…" Grimmjow's logic pieced the information together in order to come up with a logical expression.
"So he's like a hollow version of Aizen-sama?" he concluded.
"To be scientifically correct he's a hollow version of Kurosaki; his opposite." Szyael sweat-dropped. "That's why he calls himself Ogichi."
Gin's foxy grin grew larger, as he noticed the gleam in his captain's eye. "Wha' 're ya plannin' Aizen-taicho? " he chuckled.
Aizen turned a scarily gleeful eye to his former lieutenant, "Oh? Gin you know me too well." His lips curved upwards into a sadistic smirk.
"Who the hells that!-?" Noitra's distress turned all eyes back to the monitor, where a middle-aged figure in black was pointing Kurosaki's sword at the pair; who both looked slightly terrified.
"It must be their zanpakto spirit. " Szyael mused.
"Are you kidding!-?" Grimmjow, snorted with either amusement or disappointment. "It's scolding them like children!" His tone indicated how utterly ridiculous he found it.
"It appears so…" Aizen looked thoughtful as he watched the exchange.
Faces fell like stones as Shiro stormed out of the room, following the disappearance of the spirit.
"Dammit! They didn't even get to the good parts!" Grimmjow exclaimed.
Ichigo sighed as he leant back into the bed, giving up his attempts at freedom for the moment. 'Get to know him better? What the hell! How am I supposed to do that!' He fumed to himself, still angry at his hollow for trying to rape him. When he finally cooled down, Ichigo resolved it was time to do something he really didn't do too often; think things over.
He supposed he'd be pretty pissed off too, if it was him that had been beaten and suppressed time and time again, and now he had a first hand experience how boring it was in his soul-scape, where time passed by differently. What seemed like days in there might only be a few seconds in the real world, and he had no idea how Shiro kept himself occupied all this time, without going insane. 'Oh wait; he is insane.' he sweat-dropped.
It was also true that Shiro never once denied or went back on their deal. The few times he had taken over subsequently saved both their lives, and were never at times when Ichigo was truly incapable of taking control back.
So he could understand the hollows logic, to a degree, so far…
Apart from those times, the hollow had never resisted his control, and when he had it was before they made the deal; so it was understandable that he would resist, but even then he'd only done it to save their lives. Ichigo could forgive him so far.
But after the deal was made, Shiro had never resisted control as long as the fight was won fairly. He even went as far as to call him 'king.'
So that only left the battle with Ulquiorra; Ichigo had been severely defeated, probably even killed. Shiro had taken over then, kind of.
He'd saved Inoue and himself; so that was good. He'd defeated Ulquiorra; also good.
'But…' Ichigo's fists clenched in anger, bangs falling over to shade his eyes, 'but stabbing Uryu… That's unforgivable.' Ichigo had warned him over and over, that hurting his friends was unforgivable; that he'd kill him if he ever did it.
"Ichigo…" The deep baritone voice of his zanpakto spirt reached his ears, as it materialized next to him.
"You've done well so far… but in order to understand further, you must understand the truth of that situation." The spirit stated wisely, frowning down at Ichigo as he stood next to the bed.
"Jii-san… Then tell me? What happened that time!-?" Ichigo barked, impatient as always. Zangetsu turned his gaze to the bathroom door, frowning at it.
"Although Shiro will never admit to it; Ulquiorra wasn't defeated by him." Ichigo spluttered in shock, going to speak his mind before the spirit continued firmly.
"When the cuatro espada's cero pierced your chest; you died. Even I don't know how this time was different to the time in the tower, but this time you died fully. When that happened Shiro was pushed unwillingly into control, where he merged with the last dying part of your soul. Your two personalities merged as well, creating the immensely powerful beast you became. Your feelings at the time were extremely warped; wanting to protect your friends, while possessing the instinct of a hollow, and stabbing them.
While your body was in this state, Shiro's regeneration abilities allowed your body and soul to heal at a tremendous rate, until you could be split apart again and your mind returned to you. Shrio regained the memories of the beast; as they had to go somewhere. I suspect you didn't, simply due to your mental state at the time; those memories would have been to much for you to handle."
Ichigo stared blankly at his zanpakto spirit, eyes wide with shock and grief.
"I- I… I stabbed Uryu…?" he gulped. The spirit nodded slowly, allowing the boy to take in the information.
"You and Shiro are one and the same; you cannot kill each other." Ichigo stared as his zanpakto spirit vanished once more. He leant back into the bed, clenching his chained fists, bottom lip trembling in grief… 'Zangetsu's right, as usual…' he sighed in defeat.
Once Shiro's anger at Zangetsu had quelled, he emerged from the bathroom, looking over his Ichigo; still chained to the bed shirtless. The shinigami stared back, his brown eyes unreadable.
"I wont let Zangetsu deter me. I won fair and square; I wont have him showing up to save you again. I'm going to get what I want, Ichigo…" he stated darkly, slinking closer to the bed like a predator, until Ichigo spoke words that froze him in place.
"Fine; do your worst. Just know that I never asked anything unreasonable from you when I was king." Ichigo stated arrogantly.
Shiro stared at his orange-haired soul reaper, and then burst out laughing; his watery laugh reverberating through the room, on the edge of becoming a cackle as it broke through Ichigo's confident façade for a split second.
"Your submitting!-?" The hollow snorted, "May I ask what's changed your mind? Or is that unreasonable too?" The hollows sarcasm irked Ichigo, and a pulsing tick-mark formed on his forehead.
"You know what I mean!" he yelled.
"Oh, do i?" the hollow laughed again, sending shivers down Ichigo's spine as he felt the air fill with lust again, causing him to blush as the hollows laughter caressed his ears.
The blush grew hotter as the teen fidgeted, looking at the wall nervously.
"You always submitted to me, so its only fair if I do for you, even if I have to swallow my pride; Jii-san is right, and I've probably treated you wrongly…" he mumbled.
Shiro stared blankly at him, before snorting his amusement and climbing over to straddle a blushing Ichigo's hips.
"I have two weeks to freely explore the big wide world, and instead of indulging my desires and brutally murdering all your friends and family while eating delicious living souls. I come here to the land of hollow, where I can fight, and eat other hollows; that's enough for me. But my biggest dream is to have a cute little orange-haired shinigami follow me around in a maid costume, and satiate my more primal desires. " He leaned forward to whisper the last part into Ichigo's ear, nipping at the lobe playfully. Ichigo gulped; blushing a furious red. "Does that sound reasonable?" The hollow teased.
"I wont be your sex slave! And I'm not wearing any costumes!" Ichigo fumed, more tick marks popping up on his face. Shiro merely laughed, pouting down at his fiery slave mischievously.
"But Ichi-kun, you're my slave already; that was part of the original deal, and I want to have sex with you. So that makes you my sex slave." His lecherous grin widened, as conflicted expressions crossed Ichigo's face. Just to be sure, he pumped more lust into the boy, watching his eyes swirl with want before he clenched them shut.
Ichigo's mind fought against his body, as he lay vulnerable beneath his hollow.
"Its kind of embarrassing, you being a virgin and all…" the hollow mused, Giving Ichigo one last push. "There's no pride lost if you just let go, and enjoy yourself a little." He smirked as his prodding finally caused Ichigo's mind to give up.
"F-Fine…" he stuttered, cheeks flaming, "but I'm not wearing any costumes!"
Shiro threw his head back and laughed again, before leaning down to take Ichigo's mouth in a heated kiss.
Finally! They're doing something again!" Grimmjow exclaimed, as blood dripped from his nose, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, due to the tent he was pitching in his pants.
"Indeed, it appears their lovers quarrel is over." Szyael stated, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose again.
"Geez, this is like some sort of human, reality television drama; always procrastinating before the sex." Stark yawned, watching through one lidded eye as he reclined into the wall. "But I suppose it was interesting; make-up sex is good too." He shrugged.
"Kurosaki's so submissive, he gave in too quickly! And he blushes every time sex is mentioned! What's wrong with him?" Nnoitra complained, his abrasive voice drowning out the others.
" 'es jus' a little shy…" Gin chuckled, before Szyael launched into another scientific rant.
"You have to remember that Ichigo isn't a hollow; thus the only hollow instinct he's running off now is the lust Shiro's feeding him. Humans and soul-reapers don't follow basic instincts for the most part of a relationship. While us hollows generally aren't self conscious or shy about these things; we get straight down to business and are generally unrestrained, selfish lovers. Humans allow their emotions to get in the way of such things; this is also why human relationships are more complicated than a hollows. Human relationships are about more than sex and personal enjoyment; they unconsciously have a need to find another human they can share their lives with, someone they relate to or enjoy the company off. I studied human behaviour for a while, since they are similar to Shinigami, and found this phenomenon called love, that all humans are unconsciously looking for throughout their lives. They treat sex as a sacred act, for the most part, between someone they have found love with. Though my specimens didn't last very long, so I wasn't able to uncover the secrets of this 'love' phenomenon… " Szyael's voice trailed off, and he paused to readjust his glasses, seeing he still had everyone's attention he continued.
"Ichigo is a human, thus he is probably both extremely self conscious, and also conflicted; having to swallow his pride to submit to a hollow; his natural enemy. It's likely he is beating himself up internally over loosing."
"That is correct Szyael, well done." Aizen spoke up. "It's possible he submitted this early in order to punish himself unconsciously; he feels as if it is his fault he lost, so it is his responsibility to accept the consequences. If the hollow had chosen physical punishment, Ichigo would have taken it with little to no lasting effect. But this kind of punishment will degrade him internally. He will probably spend the rest of his life degrading himself for submitting so easily, with no knowledge of the hollows control over his feelings at the time. He will degrade himself for enjoying something he sees as a punishment." Aizen smiled cruelly, "that's just how humans are."
"Its also possible that your all over-thinking things, and ruining the atmosphere with your psychology talk. Maybe their just having sex, and we're all here spying in a creepy, dark, cinema room like major perverts. "Stark stated, voice dripping with sarcasm. If it had been any other espada to make such a sarcastic comment, Aizen would have them removed, but as it was hard to take anything the primera said to heart, with how heartlessy he said things, Aizen overlooked it.
"Besides, I think it's cute, how such a strong willed kid can blush so much in bed. " Stark smiled eerily, silently swearing that he would get off his lazy ass and get a taste of the teens while they were here.
Grimmjow snorted, and then burst out laughing, "so that was; 'just shut up and enjoy the show.' " Grimmjow translated with amusement.
"I'm not sure whether thinking he's being tortured with sex makes it more or less kinky than the fact that he's having sex with himself essentially…" Hallibel wondered, mostly to herself, but nevertheless turning everyone's wide eyes to her.
"Wow… I forgot she was here." Grimmjow gulped, confused as to how such a hot chick could be so invisible. "Wait, she just said torture with sex is kinky!"
"Hallibel-Chan! I never knew you were into that stuff!" Stark exclaimed, sweat dropping at the room's reactions.
Suddenly, Nnoitra appeared above her right shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "You know, if you ever need a man around to really do it for you…" His face split into the most lecherous grin known to man or hollow.
"Really, Nnoitra? I knew you were a masochist, but to think you'd be so bold about it…" Hallibel replied calmly, earning sweat drops or snickers from the espada.
"W-What!-? You stupid woman! I'm not a masochist! I thought you were!" The quintra screamed, stamping his foot like a child.
"Oh really… I beg to differ." Halibel muttered.
"HAHAHA, so that's why you kept going back to get your ass kicked by Nel! I bet she really did it for you too, right?" Grimmjow teased.
"You bastard! Say that again!" Nnoitra fumed, reaching to draw his weapon.
"That's enough, Nnoitra, Calm yourself or be gone." Aizen stated firmly, turning cold brown eyes to his quintra.
Nnoitra visibly struggled at regaining control of his emotions; he fumed and stamped his feet, glaring at Grimmjow and Hallibel before storming out of the room. Stark, Hallibel, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, Szyael, Gin and Aizen all settled around the monitor, where there was ample room now that Nnoitra's huge scythe-like weapons weren't taking up the area.
Things were just starting to get serious for the pair featured on the screens, and many espada couldn't help but drool at the exposure of skin displayed; Shiro's pale, muscled complexion, contrasting greatly with Ichigo's tanned skin, orange hair and fierce blush.
They all prised the fact that it wasn't them to be sent out, and miss a show this good.
A/N- so, what did you think of this chapter? Was it as amusing as I'd been aiming at? Please point out any mistakes and flaws in my logic, because this hasn't been beta'd. It's just freshly written, so there's bound to be mistakes, and I'm not even sure if it makes sense. :/
Please review! The next chapter is already written. It's my first Sex scene, and its very lemony, so lemony in fact that i am hesitant to post it. I'm ashamed of myself for writing something so perverted. :P I'm looking forward to posting it though- even if i'm flamed or reported or deleted, at least i'd know that unleashing my imagination upon you all was too much for you to handle.
Until next chapter and Thank you for your time!