Incontinence
The next morning Ichigo woke up to find himself, surprisingly, dry. It's probably thanks to what Renji did last night. Who would've thought he'd go so far? Especially considering that he's straight. I think that's what surprised me most. As he lay awake in bed, his door flung open and his dad flew through it, booming loudly as he always did, "Good mor~~~ning I~chigo!" Quickly he blocked his face as his dad tried landing a drop kick on him. Grabbing the mans foot, he pushed him back with all his might, sending him flying back out the door. Ichigo had nearly forgotten his dad didn't know about him watching the previous night.
When his dad reappeared in his doorway, his nose was bleeding but he was grinning. "I see your skills are still as sharp as ever!"
"No shit moron." Ichigo replied bitterly, pulling himself out of bed. He'd been smart enough the night before to pull on a pair of short before he climbed back in bed. Scratching his head he asked, "What do you want anyway? It's too early in the morning for your crap."
Isshin grew serious as he wiped away the blood on his nose. "Do you need to be changed?"
"No." Ichigo replied curtly, gliding over to his closet to grab his uniform.
"That's a surprise. Does this mean you're getting better?" He asked, smiling as though it was a result of something he had done.
Ichigo shrugged as he pulled off his shorts and proceeded to pull on his pants. "If I'm getting better, good. If I'm not that oh well. "Can you leave so I can get dressed?" He asked as he yanked his shirt over his head.
"You've gotten more muscular." His dad commented as he exited the room. "And your skin is a lot tougher too. Have you been fighting a lot lately?"
"Something like that." Ichigo replied, fixing his shirt before grabbing his bag and leaving the room. The blazers weren't required so he wasn't going to bother with it today. It was too troublesome. In the kitchen his sisters sat at the table listening to their dad's early morning nonsense. As he sat down, Ichigo happened to glance at his dad. When the older man moved there was a limp to his step. One that hadn't been there before. Seeing this Ichigo had to smile slightly. In a way it was his dad's own fault. Breakfast was uneventful and as such Ichigo ended up leaving a littler earlier than he usually did. He whistled quietly, but cheerfully, on his route towards school.
He reached school without incident. That is until he reached his classroom. He'd been sitting in his seat, staring in a dazed state out his window when someone spoke to him, their voice sounding very excited. "Oi. Kurosaki-kun. I heard an interesting rumor going around yesterday after school. You wanna hear?"
Ichigo turned to stare at the boy but didn't recognize him right away. It took a minute for it to register that he was a kid from the class a few doors down. Why he was in his class, Ichigo didn't know. In fact he didn't really care either but the curiosity nagged at him. If it was a rumor about himself or one of his friends he could immediately claim it false. Resting his fist against his cheek he replied, "Sure. Why not?"
Still smiling the boy said excitedly, "I heard that you were making out with some guy in the boys bathroom yesterday. And that you were wearing a diaper. Isn't that funny? It's not true right? There's no way it could be true."
Ichigo's eyes widened in shock. It had already spread this much over just half a day? How many people knew? The outcome couldn't be a good one. In a forced calm Ichigo asked, "So what if I was? It's my own damn business."
"Wow. So it is true!"
"No. I didn't confirm it but I didn't deny it either. What's it you if I'm gay anyway? It's not like you're a friend or anything. And if you don't like it, fuck you. It's not like you're going to do anything about it anyway." Ichigo snapped, frowning. He got irritated so easily it pissed him off. He really had to learn to control his temper or it was going to get him in some serious trouble some day.
There was a shadow that loomed over him suddenly. When Ichigo turned around to see what was blocking the early morning sun he nearly fell off his chair in surprise. One of his worst enemies stood there with his arms crossed over his massive chest. If people had thought Chad was big, he wasn't anything in comparison to this guy. If Ichigo had to compare, height wise at least, he was as tall, if not taller, than Kenpachi. He was between six-six and six-nine. When he flexed his muscles, which many people advised him not to, his shirt sleeves would tear apart at the seams, leaving his arms exposed. His shirt strained across his abdomen and chest. People could clearly see every muscle on his body. Unlike Chad though, who had the brains to match the bronze (much like Ichigo and Ishida), this kid lacked the brains. He'd failed nearly every class the last two years, and had nearly been held back but due to his parents frantic protests, and pay-offs, he'd been allowed to pass. His parents were very wealthy. It hadn't been their first pay off. He was a very spoiled child. Of course that led him to do some pretty dangerous stuff. He was the head of the lead gang in school. His entire gang was a group of screw off morons who appeared as though they'd been taking steroids since birth. They had picked more fights with Ichigo than he dared to remember. It would have worried Ichigo more that he had overheard if he hadn't whooped him every time they brawled. There was one time Ichigo had taken the entire gang on his own and had gotten away with no more than a few scratches. Unfortunately for the gang a few of the members had to be hospitalized for a few days because of the damage they'd sustained. They hadn't bothered him for nearly nine months after that. And this had all been before he'd become shinigami.
There was a glint of evil in his eyes that made Ichigo shrink into his chair slightly. Of all the people who had to hear that... He thought bitterly as he tried to snarl confidently, "What do you want you oaf?"
"You know..." He said, changing the subject in an instant. "This kid might not do anything about faggots like you but I do. I beat the hell out of every cocksucker I meet and you aren't any exception. Or maybe you'd like a taste of me first, huh? I bet you'd like that."
"Sorry, but I don't kiss women." Ichigo shot back with the cockiest, and quickest, response he could think of. Fuck. He thought, realizing too late that what he'd just said only confirmed their rumors.
"So it is true!" The nameless boy squealed. "I'm gonna make sure this gets to everyone's ears. Your popularity just went down the toilet, Kurosaki-kun."
"What popularity?" Ichigo spat, glaring especially pointy daggers at the kid. He said nothing as he pranced away, whistling like an idiot. I suppose I'm an idiot to. They're just provoking me and I'm falling for it. Cool your head Ichigo. Just chill out.
"Stop spacing out or I'm gonna beat you until you die."
"Just try me."
Clearly angry the kid lunged at Ichigo, his hands out in front of him so he could grab Ichigo by the collar as soon as he touched it. He was unaware though of Ichigo's incredible speed. Before he got even three inches, the orange haired boy had gotten behind him, pressing his wrist in between his shoulder blades. He let out a cry of pain as Ichigo pulled his arm further up, yanking so hard it felt like his arm was going to come out of his socket. His body twitched as he was forced face first into Ichigo's now empty desk.
While he lay there Ichigo hissed, "You're nothing but a weak moron. You've never stood a chance against me. I've seen more stuff than you could ever possibly imagine. I've been parts of wars between two worlds. What ever made you think you could beat me, huh? Are you really that stupid?"
Whimpering the kid replied, "I don't know. Let me go. Please let go. My arms going to break!"
Ichigo gripped tighter and pulled hard in an upwards direction, relishing in the ear piercing scream that accompanied it. "Maybe I should break it. Just to be on the safe side you know."
"Please, no! I won't come near you any more just let me go, please!" He begged, struggling to get away.
"Is that so? Than listen up. Oi!" He called out, glancing around the classroom. A great many people had gathered now and they turned their attention on Ichigo, eyes wide in shock when they saw their massive classmate pinned to the desk. "I've got an announcement for you so you'd better listen up. I'm only saying this once. You've probably all heard the rumor that I'm gay right?" Most of the kids nodded their heads, now completely paying attention to what was going on. "Well you know what? It's true. I'm gay! If you've got a problem with it," he slammed the kid into the desk, "come after me if you dare. You might not get away unscathed."
The entirety of the class stared at him, mouths agape and eyes wide. A few managed to sputter, "I-i-is that true, Kurosaki-kun?" Many of the girls in the classroom covered their mouths and whispered, "No way! And he's so hot too!" The only reply to that was, "The hotter they are, the nicer they are, and the cleaner they are, the more likely they are to be gay. Damn stereotypes. They're usually so right, too!"
When no one came at him Ichigo let the kid go, smirking as he watched him scurry away, his arm hanging slightly limp at his side. After a few more stares the kids all went back to what they'd been doing before. One girl Ichigo didn't know the name of came up to him, a nervous smile on her lips. "Is that really true Kurosaki-kun? I don't mean to be nosy but... And if you are I'm not against homosexuals. I was just wondering..."
Ichigo plopped back down in his chair and scratched his head, irritated. I can't believe I just did that. Fuck. What am I going to do now? Ishida is going to butcher me for this, I know it. "Yeah it's true."
"Oh." She mumbled quietly, fidgeting for a moment before asking, even quieter now, "So do you have a... a boyfriend?"
Glancing at her he replied, reluctantly, "Yeah. I do."
She appeared shocked. Her face was flushed like she was embarrassed but there was a hidden smile. This seemed to be incredibly good news to her. "Thanks. I just wanted to know!" She turned to scamper away back to her friends but Ichigo stopped her, gently grabbing her wrist. Although he had threatened all the kids in the class, he would never hurt a girl.
"One more thing. Homosexual sounds weird. You're allowed to call us gay. It's not as offending as you might think it is." The girl gave him a blank stare that stated she was confused but he didn't feel the need to clarify. Letting her go he watched as she stumbled away back towards her friends. What a weird girl. Maybe that's why I don't date them. They're too confusing.
A few minutes later Ishida came in, a sullen expression on his face. Ichigo didn't notice though as he said cheerfully, "Morning."
"What are you so happy about?" Ishida asked bitterly, sitting at his desk.
"Renji 'talked' to my dad last night and it seems like he's trying to work things out with him. I also kind of came out to the class a few minutes ago. That one gang leader tried getting one up on me but I beat him again. He just doesn't know when to quit. Just like all boneheads I suppose."
Ishida looked fairly livid now. "You did what?! Are you nuts, Kurosaki? Weren't you the one that wanted to keep it a secret from the world?" He was breathing rapidly, a glare attached to his normally calm face.
Ichigo winced at the (correct) accusations. Although he'd been prepared for it, it didn't lessen the blow any more. "Didn't you hear me though? I said Renji is going to talk to my dad about us! We won't have to break up!"
"I'm not so sure I want to stay together now. You always do things without consulting me first. This isn't a one way relationship, Kurosaki. Don't make it feel that way. And even if you say Renji is speaking to your father, I highly doubt that it's going to work. Your father may appear to be an idiot but that's just the surface. He's very opinionated and he's also very stubborn. No matter what that boy does it's not going to change a thing." Ishida replied before turning away and stalking off to his desk where he sat, still in a huff.
As Ichigo watched he became slightly angry. He thought maybe he'd done something right for once. But no. No matter what he did he was always screwing up with Ishida. There was nothing he did that could please the bastard. Why oh why do I continue to stay with him? He's narcissistic and stubborn and we rarely agree on anything...... Then again he's fairly patient, unlike me, and he's great at sex which is always a plus. Even though he almost always disagrees with them, he follows me on my random whims. Ichigo heaved a sigh and laid his head down on his desk, staring blankly out the window. I guess he really is a good boyfriend. I'm just messing everything up like I always do.
When the bell rang, Ichigo found it hard to concentrate. He kept wanting to turn back time and fix his mistake. The day passed very slowly because of it. A few teachers took the time to yell at him to lift his head and pay attention but most ignored him which made him rather grateful. After the final bell rang, Ichigo left school without a word to anyone. He noticed that after his argument with Ishida that morning, his bladder had given out on him again. Not much but it made it uncomfortable as it was cold and kind of clammy.
At home Ichigo yanked his shoes off and placed his bag next to the door. After eating a quick something he went upstairs, changed clothes and other what-nots before climbing into to bed just to stare out the window once more. Even now his thoughts were running wild. He barely noticed when Kon appeared, and kicked him in the face with his stuffed animal claw.
"Oi, Ichigo!" He yelled, getting close to his face. "What's got you all down huh? Did some girl dump you? Or maybe you were stood up... Or could it be...?" He gasped in mock surprise. "You naughty boy you!" Kon laughed hysterically.
"Kon, what the hell are you going on about? You know full well that I'm gay."
Kon stopped laughing and went rigid. "Well, a stuffed animal can dream can't he?!" He jabbed Ichigo in the stomach before opening his window. "I didn't hear that from you!" Kon hopped out and yelled something at Ichigo but he couldn't understand it so he ignored it.
Pulling his knees to his chest, he tucked his head between them and sighed. Why am I always messing things up?
The week passed on without incident. In fact Ichigo noticed a change in Ishida. Although he'd been beyond furious when he first found out about Ichigo coming out he was starting to show more affection in school. When they walked together down the halls their hands would brush against each others and occasionally, Ishida even took Ichigo's hand in his. Well, maybe not his entire hand but a finger or two. As soon as he heard someone giggle though he'd let go. It was like he had switched roles with Ichigo. He seemed a lot more timid about it.
One day, in the middle of the week, Ichigo asked him in privacy, "Are you still mad, Ishida? I said I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd get so pissed or defensive about it."
Ishida looked away and pushed his glasses up his nose just like he always did when he was deliberating about something or thinking deeply. He answered in a very calculated voice, "No... Yes... I'm not sure Kurosaki. You always do things so suddenly while leaving the rest of us in the dark. You kept saying you wanted to keep things secret and then all of a sudden you're coming out to every body; the principle, your dad, your fellow classmates. Who's next?"
"Shouldn't you be happy about that? I'm just tired of hiding, I guess. Is it so wrong to tell people that I'm in love with someone, regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl?" Ichigo argued, placing his hand against the wall Ishida was leaning against. "It was partially for your sake too. I guess I was just so pissed that my dad was being such a jack ass I had to let off some steam and that's where it was let off."
Ishida turned away, his face slightly red. "Sure. I was happy when you originally told me, like the instant you told me, but then I got pissed. I was only pissed because you did it so suddenly. You should've waited."
"I'm sorry, okay? Look at me." Ichigo gripped Ishida gently under the chin and forced him to look him in the eyes. "Will you please forgive me?"
Eyes looking away Ishida replied, "Maybe. Maybe not."
Ichigo let out a defeated sigh and let his head slump. "Uhuhh. You're so freaking stubborn. Sometimes I wonder what I like about you. Maybe this will settle it." Ichigo leaned in and pressed his lips gently against his boyfriends, still not letting go of his chin. Ishida of course resisted at first but found he couldn't for more than a second. Ichigo completely intoxicated him. When they came apart Ishida's face was completely flushed and Ichigo had a serious look on his face. "Seriously, I'm sorry but this is the last time I'm going to apologize. I'm glad I came out. It's made me a lot more free. And after I nearly tore that guys arm out kids have left me alone. It was as good a time as any. If I hadn't come out then I would've become a bloody, deflated, beach ball rolling around on the floor."
"F-fine. Whatever you say." Ishida stuttered, subconsciously pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Anyway, let's go to class." Ichigo grabbed Ishida by the hand, refusing to let go, and dragged him to class. When they entered the classroom, people stared at their clasped hands but said nothing. Most had already accepted it. When Ichigo got to his desk he sat on the top before yanking Ishida close to him, wrapping his arms around the thin waist.
"W-what are you doing, K-Kurosaki?" Ishida asked, pushing at his chest, protesting with all his might.
"What does it look like?"
"Have you lost your mind?! We're in class at school! This amount of PDA could sicken just about anyone." Ishida hissed through his clenched his teeth.
"Oh really?" Ichigo grinned a devilish grin before pulling the other boy close and kissing him full on the lips. Just about every other person in the room gasped, watching the passionate scene.
When they pulled away Ishida finally found the strength to resist. He yanked himself out of the boys arms before slapping him as hard as he could across the face. "Fuck you Kurosaki! What the hell is wrong with you? I told you to stop doing things like this!" He screamed, storming away.
Ichigo held his face and watched him storm out of the room a little shocked and a little hurt. Fuck. I've screwed up again. How many times am I going to have to before I finally get things right?
"He's really going to break up with you if you continue to do things like this." A familiar voice muttered. Ichigo looked up to find Tatsuki standing in front of him. "Yo." She grinned, placing her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, and what would you know?"
"Nothing. Besides the fact that that was really gross. No one wants to see that."
"Wanna bet? I bet you any thing that I could make 300 bucks alone from students who want to see some man on man action. Students are just perverted like that." Ichigo leaned his head on his hand.
Tatsuki frowned. "You could make more than five!"
"You're on. Next week we'll hold a little special after school session. Five bucks for the light stuff per person, ten dollars for the naughtier stuff. Simple as that. Of course you'll get the names and grades and genders of everyone who attends... Oh, and their class of course."
She rolled her eyes at him and sighed. "Ishida-kun is gonna be pissed with you, you know. Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"I'll talk to him about it. If he doesn't like the idea then I'll let it be. I'm not so bad of a person."
"If you say so. I gotta go, I'll talk to you later!" She waved her good-bye and wandered off.
Great.... Now what am I supposed to do?
