Title: Cutting Edge Charisma
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, I'm just a fan of it. Just like everyone else.
Rating: R+
Warning: Possible cursing and major sexual scenes. You've been waaarned!
*Authoress note: I'M SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG. That is all.
Rejected Identity:06
"Earlier this morning, police and coroners were called in to look into the murder of Natsuomi Miyajimo, also known as the 'killer mom'. She was found by a nearby riverbank; brutally slaughtered. Police don't know whether it was a retribution kill, or if was the same killer responsible for the previous murders…"
Ichigo stopped eating his toast, and stared at the television screen. His blood went cold as he listened to the female newscaster report the oncoming news. It was exactly like the nightmare he had last night; the same woman, the same riverbank, and the same injury.
'W-What the h-hell…' He stuttered, slightly shaking as he watched on in horror.
Was it really a dream he had last night? Or…was he really present at the scene of the crime. So many questions were swimming through his head; he didn't know what to think or what to do.
'T-Tell dad I'll be back later on tonight.' Ichigo told to his little sisters, as he ran out the front door in a great rush; he had to talk to someone about this, he couldn't hold it in any longer.
Shinji must have jumped out of bed when he heard the loud banging at his door.
'Who the fuck is this….' He grumbled, stomping to open the door.
He opened it to find a distraught and very frightened redheaded former student. "I-Ichigo..?"
Ichigo leaned in and hugged his formed mentor furiously. "S-Shinji… I-I saw it… I SAW IT!'
"Slow down, jeez… Saw what?" Shinji brought him into the house and shut the door quickly, leading him in to sit at the kitchen table.
"I saw that lady get murdered…" The frightened red head murmured.
'What lady?"
'The one who was found murdered at the riverbank today.' Ichigo explained.
Shinji looked confused for a minute, but then he remembered hearing something about a guilty mother murdering her children found dead today.
'Y-You saw who killed her?" Shinji asked giving Ichigo a major questioning look.
'I-I think I did… Well… I had a nightmare last night about what was found today.'
"Hm…" The elder held his chin in a pondering pose. 'What was your nightmare, Kurosaki?'
The redheaded young man fiddled with his fingers as he thought over the horrid details of the nightmare. 'Well… the woman, she was being fed upon by, like, a vampire or something, and she was screaming for help,' He said quietly. 'That's all I remember… There was blood everywhere…'
"Ah… I see…" Shinji said, looking at his troubled young student. "You don't' remember anything else in your dream?" he wanted to try to draw out as much memory from Ichigo as he could.
Ichigo shook his head in despair. 'Oh….wait….' He had almost forgotten the most important detail. 'Uryuu was the one ripping into her…' He fiddled with his hands as he thought about how horrible he had felt dreaming such a thing.
"Uryuu, huh? Your boyfriend, right?" the blonde asked, smirking slightly.
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" Ichigo blushed furiously, thinking of what had happened with him and Uryuu earlier that morning. He didn't know what had come over him then.
"Uh- huh…then why are you having such a graphic dream about him?' Shinji side glanced him as he stood up, folding his arms.
"I dunno…" The strawberry was then silent for a few moments. He took a deep breath and proceeded to spill out what was really on his mind. "Uryuu… H-He told me that he drinks blood."
The long haired blonde's toothy smirk turned into a dark frown. "Come again?"
"He said he drinks blood, and I laughed at him, so he left for home in a hurry." Ichigo explained.
"Hn. He was serious, huh?" Shinji's gaze drew darker, as the carrot top nodded slowly. Shinji grabbed Ichigo's shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. "You should stay away from him, Ichigo; he sounds like bad company."
Ichigo sat there, taken slightly aback. "W-what are saying? He's some kind of a mass murderer? So he likes blood, so what?" He felt like the air around him was no longer welcoming, so he stood up to leave.
"Ichigo heed my goddamn warning. Stay far away from the likes of him." Those were Shinji's final words to Ichigo, as the younger walked out the door into an amazing twilight.
A fanciful, electronic tune filled the air as Ichigo strolled quickly down the sidewalk, back to his home. He flipped open his cellphone and held it to his ear.
"Hey Chad!" He smiled as he spoke.
"H-Hi, Ichigo. How are you?" Chad said making small talk.
"I'm alright. Just came from Shinji's house, and now I'm headin' home." He explained.
"Why are you walking by yourself? I'm co-" Ichigo stopped him.
"I'm not far from home Chad, I'll be fine, jeez!" He mumbled, slightly pissed that his friend was treating him like a small child. As Ichigo cross the street to the next sidewalk he saw a shadowy figure walk toward him. "Y-You can stay on the phone 'til I get home though…" The twenty three year old said shakily.
When the figure crossed into the light of a street lamp and Ichigo held his breath; it was Uryuu.
"U-Uryuu!" He forgot everything he was doing and flipped his cellphone shut, hanging up on poor Chad.
"Ichigo." The bespectacled young looking man looked sullenly at the redhead running toward him. "What are you doing out this evening?" He asked, not really caring about the answer.
"I was at an old friend's house." The livelier one replied, walking next to him. "I-I wanted to apologize for laughing at you earlier…" The strawberry looked down in shame as he apologized.
Uryuu stopped walking and looked at him questioningly. "You were telling me something important, and it wasn't right of me to laugh. I'm sorry." Ichigo continued to apologize.
Uryuu stepped closer to the younger man and leaned in mere inches away from his face. "You have a very kind soul, Ichigo. I don't want to ruin that," His cool breath whispered across the other's lips lightly before the gap between them was closed.
Ichigo began to question the other's words, but he kiss he was receiving made it quite difficult to think. It was a warm evening, as the two stood on the street corner for what seemed like an hour, kissing.
"Please, keep me company tonight," Uryuu seemed to plead after the two were released from their lip lock.
The redhead seemed to have hesitated as he thought of his love interest's dreaded brother. Uryuu read his facial expression and seemed to know his worries.
"He will conveniently be gone for three nights, so there is no need to worry about him interrupting us."
"O-Okay, sure… but let's stop by my house first so I can get a toothbrush, okay?"
Uryuu nodded. The events of tonight had not gone like he had planned, but that was alright because these new plans were even better. He had originally been out to feed, but he guessed he would have to wait for tomorrow night for that; he wasn't all that hungry, regardless.
After they took a quick stop to Ichigo's house, they trekked the menial distance to Ishida's, across the street. As soon as the two stepped foot in the darkened house, the carrot top's cellphone signaled he had gotten a text.
'Yoruichi said she needs you to do a shift tonight' The text was from Renji.
Ichigo quickly texted back he had other matters to attend to, and that he can do a shift tomorrow night. In return, Renji texted back that Yoruichi wasn't happy about his reply, and had made a sarcastic remark about Ichigo possibly getting laid.
"Is something the matter?" Ishida asked, moving to the other side of the room to turn on the lights.
"N-No, it's my friend. I told him I couldn't make it to work today." The redhead explained.
"Ah, I see. Are you hungry? I can make you something, if you are."
"Mmm. I don't really have an appetite for food tonight, but thanks." Ichigo replied with a small smile.
"Oh? Do you have an appetite for something else?" Ishida gave a slightly seductive smirk as he leaned on the couch in the living room.
"Maybe…" Ichigo returned the facial gesture, playing along.
He walked up to the older man sitting, and quite erotically, gave him a long lasting kiss before turning away. "You're so delicious."
Uryuu blushed, which, to Ichigo, was a very rare and beautiful sight to see.
"I-Ichigo… Before we move any further…." Uryuu grasped the mortal's hand ever so gently. "Come upstairs so we can talk."
Ichigo was a bit skeptical at the tone of voice, but he followed the paler one to the second floor and to his room, anyways. As they sat on the bed together, Uryuu's dead heart pumped furiously the remaining blood he had fed on the previous night.
"What is it?" The redhead looked quizzically at blue eyes that looked a bit saddened.
The vampire could not look into the oh so questioning amber pools as he spoke. Instead, he opted to look at the other's soft lips… but that made his mind wander. Soft; how soft and warm Ichigo's lips were pressed onto his, and how reddened they had become from kissing earlier. Shaking out of his quick reverie, he spoke.
"I-I… I'm not…" Slightly, he shook. He was so afraid of what was to become of their relationship if he told Ichigo the truth about himself. "I'm not human… Ichigo."
For some reason, at that moment, his blood tears began welling up in his eyes. He fought his hardest to contain them, but one slipped by, and fell down his stark white cheek. Ichigo stared at him and the blood that flowed out of his eyes; he brushed one of the paler one's eyes clean with his hand. He stared at the blood on his finger and was curious as to if it were salty, like real tears. As he reached to put the blood-tear stained finger into his mouth, Uryuu grabbed his hand.
"D-Don't… They're not salty." He seemed to have read what was on the curious human's mind.
"Is crying tears of blood what classifies you as inhuman?" Ichigo said, not seeing the big picture.
Uryuu began to unbutton his shirt with a long sigh. Blushing, Ichigo watched as the pale figure unbuttoned his black shirt to reveal the white background of his chest, adorned with the pink accents of his nipples. Ichigo had to fight off a sudden urge that washed over him to kiss the porcelain skin before him. The undead one took Ichigo's hand and placed it right over where his living heart was supposed to be beating. It had slowed to almost a stop, now that his nervousness had finished. He was back to normal, and he wanted Ichigo to feel the non-beating heart in his chest.
"Do you feel it?" The half shirtless man asked.
"I don't feel anything." Ichigo said, deadpanned. He found it quite odd how cold the skin was beneath his hand, as well. "I think I already kind of knew."
For a moment, things were silent, and then Uryuu spoke up. "W-What? Knew what?" He felt breathless in shock.
Ichigo sat there, unmoving, and finally turned to face the pale figure. "That you were something like a vampire." The human gave a small smile despite still being a bit frightened.
"…How?" Uryuu questioned, as his eyes ventured back to the lips he longed to kiss again.
"You have the obvious signs, and I never, ever see you in the daytime. You also never eat…. Food…" The student explained in almost a whisper.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"A little, but you seem like a good guy, so I hope you won't bit my neck like you did last time," Ichigo smirked.
Ishida was taken aback so far, that he did not know what to say. He thought Ichigo was clueless about the bite he gave him. "I-I'm sorry about that."
"It's alright, just ask next time, okay?" Ichigo whispered into his ear before kissing him on the cheek, and then attacking his eager lips. "You're so cold; let me warm you up…"
The mortal was now sitting on top of the immortal man. After Uryuu got over his initial shock from the realization and the kiss, he was glad that Ichigo could accept his 'condition'.
"Are you okay with me…?" Uryuu still had to be sure.
Ichigo silenced him with another warm kiss to the lips. The warm wandering hands seemed to scorch Uryuu's cold exterior with every inch they covered. Each slip of the other's tongue made him feel like he was going to explode on the inside. Somehow the two ended up off the bed, and on some far wall of his room where he pinned Ichigo. Ichigo, in turn, wanted to take the black button-up shirt off Uryuu's tempting body and throw it on the ground; the raven-haired immortal obliged. The one being pinned to the wall pushed his leg between the other to gain more closeness, but it still didn't seem like enough. Ichigo felt so much twisting and turning in his lower stomach, that it almost pained him. He pushed his hips into Uryuu, as Uryuu mirrored him. To an onlooker it may have looked like they were fighting, while in reality, it was a game of attraction.
Hurriedly Uryuu unbuttoned the now extremely tight jeans Ichigo wore, and gently pulled them down enough to expose what was most important. Ichigo did the same to him and they both were now pumping each other's hands in the other's pants desperately, almost violently. A decade, it felt like, but no, it probably was more than that, since Uryuu felt like how he was feeling now. So much heat and so much lust had filled the air, as the two were still lip locked and stroking each other to climax; it wouldn't take long.
"Uryuu… I-I'm…" Ichigo could barely make a sentence as he felt himself draw nearer to the end.
"M-Me too…" Ishida almost moaned.
The raven pushed Ichigo's hand away just before he came, but kept a strong hold on the redhead to finish him off. The twenty three year old trembled as he climaxed hard in the other's hand; his vision blurred.
"U-Uryuu!" He moaned, trying to control his tone as he panted hard.
A small smile crept onto the vampire's face as he heard his name slip from those sweet lips in pure pleasure.
"Why'd you push me away?" Ichigo asked, after they had both recovered. He looked quite sad as to why he couldn't finish the other off as the other did to him.
"I don't… think you want to know." Uryuu said as he stood up to go to the bathroom. "Would you like me to draw you a bath?" He asked, stepping out the room.
"Sure!" The tough redhead smiled brightly. He realized that the smile was a little out of character, but he felt like tonight had become a very good night.
As the bespectacled man washed his hands and began to draw a bath for his love interest, he, too, thought that tonight had turned out better than he could ever have imagined.
Tsuara: Whoa you guys, what just happened? I'm glad Uryuu finally told Ichigo the semi-truth! Anyway, thanks for keeping up with this story, ya'll I really appreciate it! Review if you got somehtin' to say~ and I'll catch you on the flip side! :D
