My Disease
Chapter 3
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First Person POV
"So…." Ichigo took a deep breath and rested his head against the albino as he shifted on the couch to get comfortable with his lover. Hichigo had his arms loosely wrapped around him and Ichigo's head was tilted to the side with a slight angle to look up at the albino. "Alright. Well, a year or so before you found me in the alley – five years after I had been living on the streets, I had a run in with someone I didn't really want to. He was nice at first and I liked him for at least talking to me on the streets, but I couldn't help but be cautious with the leery gaze he gave me." Ichigo licked his lips and glanced out the nearest window.
"He was obsessed, to put it simply. And not the 'I stare at you from afar because I kind of like you' obsessed, but the 'if anyone comes near you I will not only beat your body to the point where you'll never be able to stand, but I will rip off their fingers, one by one while you watch them writhe in pain.'" Ichigo shivered and Hichigo tightened his hold slightly on the orangette, trying to send the man some sort of relief from what he was speaking about. "Thankfully no one really noticed me other than him, so I didn't have to worry about pushing them away….Until you." Ichigo frowned slightly as he rotated his gaze to glance at the albino, gauging his emotions.
"In all honestly if I wasn't afraid of dying, I would've probably cussed you out and beat you out of the alley in fear of him seeing either one of us." The orangette explained with a small smile. Even when Ichigo tried to imagine it now and really couldn't, he knew he would've done exactly that had not been passed out and dying. After, of course, the initial shock that someone was speaking to him.
Hichigo didn't smile. His brow furrowed in slight confusion and his eyes were narrowed with the information he was receiving. His fingers had clenched against the orangette's thighs and he leveled the smile of Ichigo's with a frown of his own. "Do you know who he is?" Hichigo asked with a slightly strained voice.
Ichigo gulped and looked away, clear fear in his eyes. This action, albeit unknowing to both of the men, caused Hichigo's blood to boil past how much he thought it could boil. "Aizen….Aizen Sosuke." Ichigo murmured. "He's a drug lord."
Hichigo's eyes slightly widened at the familiar person's name falling from his lover's voice and he stiffened considerably. Ichigo, who felt the other man stiffed under him, turned back to glace at him with wide, slightly shocked eyes. What was that? "Do you know him?" Ichigo asked with a confused tint to his voice laced inside.
"No." Hichigo said a little too quickly as he looked away, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart. Ichigo frowned himself and wiped off the albino's expression, thinking that maybe the situation was just a little too weird for Hichigo. He probably wouldn't know him, anyway. It was a one in a million shot and the stiffening really meant nothing he was sure….Or, Ichigo just kept telling himself that. On the inside he was really eating himself in interest.
"Look, I won't blame you for kicking me out right now. Especially if my suspicions are right and it is Aizen." Ichigo murmured with a sympathetic gaze. Even though he was frightened by the mere thought of walking back on the streets, he would mostly likely do it to ensure the others safety. After all, Hichigo had saved him already once – so why would Ichigo make him do it all over again?
Hichigo blinked at the orangette and scowled, shaking his head back and forth. "No, that's not wha' I'm worried 'bout. I can handle myself perfectly fine, thank ya." Hichigo's rebuttal, even falling from his own lips, sounded fake and contained with slight rage. He himself was furious that….That Aizen, that fucker, was back on the streets. Last he heard he had finally been put away for life, courtesy of the information of Hichigo himself, and for at least two years now he had been living peacefully.
"Alrigh', look." Hichigo said after a moment's silence. "I kno' jus' how dangerous Aizen can be." Hichigo sighed. "An' I can't promise tha' I can handle him fully, but I can damn well try, with er without yer permission." Ichigo was about to open his mouth a reply, but Hichigo shook him off.
"He was my old boss." Hichigo tested as he rolled his tongue around in his mouth, trying to find the words to say. He heard Ichigo gasp in shock and the albino stiffened slightly once more, finding himself glancing away from the orangette's piercing gaze. "I was involved with some underground shit, like drug dealing, buying and selling, some hot-shots on people who pissed my boss off – let's say beatin' up and shit like tha', an' at first, it was all cool. I got my money and went home, laid a low profile and was living the hot life."
Hichigo's eyes rolled back and he let his head fall back on the couch he was placed on. "Then things got a little fucked up."
"Alrigh' Aizen, here's yer money. Guys beat'ta shit an' everything's covered." Hichigo replied with his adolescent superiority seeping out on instinct.
Aizen nodded with a smile appearing on his face. His eyes narrowed into slits from which Hichigo stiffened at. "Good job Shirosaki-san." Aizen replied with that deathly smile still formatted on his face, causing Hichigo, in his stupidity, to retort back with narrowed eyes himself.
"Whateva. Ya got some other job fer me before I go an' retire ta my place?" Hichigo spoke rudely as he impatiently cocked his hip and raised his head in an impudent manner. When Aizen noticed how rude the other teen was being, his head tilted to the side slightly with that little piece of hair he always kept on his face pooling out to make the man appear even more threatening.
"Yes, as a matter of fact. Come here." Came a solid command from his boss, leaving Hichigo to only do what he had commanded.
The albino took slow, meaningful steps forward with a low growl, his eyes narrowed at the sudden change of feeling from the brown-haired egoist. When he stopped in front of his boss Aizen was leaning forward's real close to the snarling face of his younger worker, and not long after had a sickening smirk pierced Hichigo's vision and Aizen's face. "Get on your knees." The brown-haired man suddenly demanded, causing Hichigo to snort and back off slightly.
"The fuck? Wha', ya expectin' me ta suck ya off?"
"That's exactly what I'm expecting." Aizen grinned profusely. While he had the element of the other's clear shock, the Boss's hands shot up and rested on Hichigo's shoulders, pushing him down roughly. With a hand placed on the back of the albinos head, Aizen yanked Hichigo's head forward to face-plant right in the other's crotch area. The smirk only widened when a small growl drifted through the super-power's clear erection.
"The fuck ya sayin'?!" Hichigo hissed as he tried to pull his head back, snarling at the man with anger at being floored.
"Suck my cock if you don't want to be ripped open so soon by turning you over and shoving my cock in your pretty little white ass, Shirosaki-san. Now, get to it."
Now, Hichigo was at full retrospect thinking that that was the only thing Aizen would ever demand from him, but he learned long, long after with a few whip scars with an aching ass following his thoughts, that that certainly wasn't the case. And, no, Hichigo didn't break after – he wouldn't break after – but he was furious at being humiliated not only to himself, but everyone else that worked for the underground boss. And from that day forward, Hichigo vowed to get revenge on the man.
And truth be told, Hichigo thought he did. He uncovered a huge drug-lord to the world and he knew, he knew, that Aizen would be put away for life. But apparently that wasn't the case or Ichigo would've never met him, let alone let the other stalk him. Things were starting to get fucked up in this home and it was – again – due to the fact that Aizen was apparently back.
"Is that….Is that where you got all the money?" Ichigo suddenly asked, feeling slightly shaken by what Hichigo had revealed to him. Of course he had a terrible sorrow for what Hichigo had told him, but he couldn't help but feel fear for himself knowing that that very same man had stalked him in such a manner. And now the gaze, still burning into his flesh, seemed all the more scary.
Hichigo slowly nodded. "I maintain it with my job now, but I bought this house with the drug money, yeah." Hichigo sounded a little bit peeved with himself and Ichigo couldn't do anything other than hold onto the albino with a soft frown. Hichigo replied by holding onto Ichigo tighter than before while kissing the orangette on the top of his head. "Regardless, we got ourselves in some deep shit." Hichigo muttered. Ichigo chuckled half-heartedly.
"Yeah, I guess so…." Hichigo glanced up at the albino with a spark of curiosity marring his features. Hichigo raised a delicate eyebrow and stared back at Ichigo in question. "…Can I…Can I see your….Scars?" Ichigo asked tentatively, trying to avoid offending his lover.
Hichigo only chuckled. "I'm not afraid of him or the past, Ichi." He assured the orangette. "Yeah. Stand up." Hichigo instructed the former homeless one, shifting his arms off the other. Ichigo did as he was told and shakily stood, his eyes wide and concentrating on the standing albino. Hichigo had to stop himself from laughing at the orangette who looked like a kid who just saw a snake.
After a pause Hichigo turned around, back facing his lover. Before he could get his hands up enough to lift his shirt Ichigo's hands were there, pulling up the piece of apparel quickly. Hichigo glanced between his bangs while looking back to gauge the reaction of the orangette.
Ichigo, on the other hand, was shocked. Almost the full length of his back was covered in thin, bumpy scars. Some up, some down, some left or right or diagonal or vertical, everywhere he looked Ichigo was facing some sort of whip lash. His eyes widened and his heart thumped in a newfound fear for his stalker. Slightly testing it, Ichigo lifted the hand that wasn't holding the shirt up and traced some of the bigger scars with his cold hand, mesmerized. Hichigo had stiffened under his touch for a moment and then relaxed, giving the orangette the incentive to continue.
"I'd say it looks horrible….And it really is…" Ichigo murmured, awed. "But they look so cool." Ichigo's voice faded from his voice-box and he ended up staring at the largest scar, which extended from the top of Hichigo's white, sparky shoulder blade to beneath the opposite side of the man's back, ending somewhere below his pant-line. He heard Hichigo chuckle.
"I know. They do look cool, don't they?" Hichigo murmured slightly, denying the fact inside of his head that he was glad that Ichigo didn't think his scars were ugly. In all honesty he was surprised he hadn't seen his scars already and just never asked about them, but the awed look in Ichigo's eyes weren't fake and this, in fact, was the first time that Ichigo had seen them.
After a second, Ichigo pulled away firmly and spun Hichigo around to hug him. As soon as a pair of slightly muscled, tan arms invaded the space aroun the albino's waist, Hichigo had hugged back, holding his lover in a passively warm embrace. "What're we going to do?" Ichigo muttered as he buried his head inside the crook of Hichigo's neck. He inhaled, closing his eyes to the slightly musky, slightly spicy smell that drifted through his nose.
Hichigo closed his eyes as well and glanced out the window, also feeling the gaze of someone staring at them rather intimately.
"I don't know, Ichi….I just don't know."
Chapter 3 – End
So there ya 'ave it. xD My chapters are getting shorter and shorter as I keep updating. xD My 3,000 word mark slowly dwindled down to two thousand, if you haven't noticed how short they were getting, but I'm guessing I can draw out the stories this way. That, and I'm just getting really tired and lazy lately. So I'm sorry for the other people who wanted a longer chapter, but I figured this had a lot of information in it and I kind of want that to sink in. In any case, thank ya fer readin', and please, go ahead and drop by a review, a fav, and\or a follow! Good day. D:
