Title: Void
Author: Spirixx
Genre: Drama/Romance/Action
Rating: M for men, madness and mind blowing massacre. Oh and mmmhmm good ;)
Pairing: Ichigo/Renji
Spoilers: Well it takes place after the war.
Summary: Ichigo has to find a purpose with his life.
Word Count: Too lazy… about 1000 to 2000 chapter

Warnings: Lots of violence. There will be some graphic sex, but not for a while.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish, I do not own Bleach.
Distribution: Too lazy to post this anywhere else.

Dedication: To HMV because they always have what I'm looking for but it costs so much I change me mind in buying it.

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CHAPTER X

Claim

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Ichigo sat on the balcony sill. The congratulation party was in full swing and he couldn't help but wonder why he was here. Everyone was so cheerful and full of spirit. Ichigo was happy for Renji but couldn't help but feel left out. This wasn't his life anymore. He didn't belong here, he was living for one and he wasn't even a death god for another regardless of what they all thought. The sun was setting warmly as he savoured his drink as well as the view.

"You're right. It does feel weird here. Maybe we should have gone with what was left of the clan. The other vizards invited us. It's not too late to go. At least we would be with people like us."

"Masaru, they left for North America. Obviously you have no sense of distance. That's a world away."

"And this isn't?"

"Ha ha, very funny."

"I'm serious."

Someone came to sit next to him. Kenpachi showed a much safer side while drinking. It was the first time they had been in the same room without some form of destruction taking place. He didn't say anything for the longest time; just watch the sun sink below the distant mountains. Ichigo couldn't help but wonder what Ikkaku had done to get such a great place.

"You don't feel like one of us anymore. Do you Ichigo?"

"How did you guess?"

They just smiled their equally wolfish grins. Ichigo found himself to be more like the old war-crazed man than he liked to admit. He to, now went looking for a good fight. Ichigo thought of all his hollow baits in his kitchen. He had collected blood samples of everyone he knew who had spirit powers. Different people attracted different hollows so it was interesting to experiment. He had once opened all the jars to be attacked by this small fluffy hollow that no matter how many times he cut it, it never died. In the end he ripped off its mask in pure frustration. That had done the trick.

"You need to find your place I guess. But no one said you couldn't hang out here until you do. Come have another drink soon. I have to tell embarrassing stories about Renji when he first joined my division soon and you can't miss those. You know he burned down my office one?"

Laughing to himself the massive man left with Ichigo in tow. Maybe staying here a couple days wouldn't kill him. There were just a couple of matters to settle before he could enjoy himself.

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Nine Years Ago
Ichigo: 16

"Masaru, your name should be Masaru."

"Whatever lets GO!"

Ichigo reached over his face and pulled down his white mask. This was the first time he had changed to the hollow half of his spirit form in the Soul Society. Without any restrictions he felt the power pulse through him, tampering with his senses. Swinging Zangestu in massive swift arcs he annihilated every hollow within 10ft of his companion. He picked up the speed a notch as hollow dove at him. Not one the leaped live to tell the tail.

Ichigo was soaked in blood and strangely thrilled. He was getting such a rush with every slash. An insane grin captured his face as he began to laugh. The next hollow to drive at him he didn't eve both to wait for it to get into reach. He launched himself into the arm and cut it in two.

"See partner, this is the ultimate high."

But Ichigo didn't hear him. He was too focused on the urge he had just to slaughter all he saw. Letting his spirit pressure sky-rocket he actually was able to crush hollows with its force. Portals were appearing and disappearing and by instinct Ichigo put up a barrier. Now he could control what came in and what came out. Not registering he just preformed some form of hollow spell without knowing how, he continued his joyful slaughter.

Hollows ran from his wake but they never got far. Their number was depleting and they were unable to retreat with the barrier. Ichigo's robes were so saturated that with each movement he flicked red spots onto the ground.

"Ichigo you need to calm down. You are going to overload soon."

Masaru was ignored or unheard, it didn't matter. Ichigo was unstoppable and he loved it. The hollow continued to yell in his head to stop but he didn't. He stood upon a slight hill all looked around him. There weren't any more hollows left. Half crazed with blood lust he slashed at the ground creating massive divots and gorges. Where was his prey?

Somewhere behind him he heard a noise. Without caring what it was he turned to strike the living thing dead and sustain his need for carnage. He didn't even look to see what it was he expected to sedate him.

…………………………………………………………………

Masaru surged and tried to take over. Ichigo was completely oblivious to what was around him. The hollow knew if he didn't act fast Ichigo would regret it for the rest of his life and carry it over in death. Masaru couldn't help but be concerned. It wasn't in his nature to care but thinking about the rain made him act.

It was a good thing the boy already had the mask on or it would have been hard to take him down. Using all his strength Masaru pulled the metaphorical reins and began to battle to trample his "king."

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Renji had tried the whole party to talk with Ichigo but it became increasingly hard. Every time he got even close someone else wanted a story or to say something. It was a long party but a good one. Renji began to think Ichigo was avoiding him. Maybe what happened that night was a mistake. Renji knew it wasn't but he didn't know what Ichigo thought about it.

"I guess it's a lot to go from friends to enemies to lovers."

:Maybe he was expecting you to talk to him since you're the reason he came. Remember inviting him? Usually the inviter talks to the invitee, idiot.:

"You just like calling me that."

:Your point?:

"Well I have to go to my new office anyways. Kira said he left some paperwork for me on my desk. You know I thought it would be weird to have him as my second but I like it. We make a good team."

Renji got to his office to find the door unlocked. Inside was certain spiky-haired man looking at his photo collection.

"You are in a lot of those you know."

"I noticed. There are even some I was unaware a camera was even around."

"What are you doing here?"

Ichigo stopped looking at the pictures and sat in the big chair, motioning Renji to take on of the smaller ones in front of the desk. Too bewildered by the expression on his face, Renji didn't bother arguing about the office being his.

"I need to know where this is going Ren. I don't feel like being an inter-dimensional booty call. Why am I really here? I doubt it was for the field trip and big cake. What is it you want from me?"

Renji was stunned. What was with this cold shoulder? He had thought they had moved on from their eight year… nine year silence. He was looking forward to having his best friend back but now this distant doctor was sitting at his desk.

"I want… I want things to go back to the way they were. We were inseparable for two years, don't you miss it?"

Renji grew angry by Ichigo's lack of emotion. The Ichigo he knew would've missed the old days or least yelled at him about how things changed. This calm glossy exterior reminded of him much of the life he was just promoted out of. Even the positions they occupied reeked of being lectured for lack of etiquette from Byakuya.

"Why am I here? You haven't really answered my question."

Renji stood up quickly, knocking over his chair in the process. His face was heating up as quickly as his temper. He was going to knock his Ichigo out of the dry shell in front of him it took all night.

"You're here because I want you to be. You're my best friend above all else. What happened, happened. Ichigo… what is it that you want me say?"

"That."

In four long strides the desk barrier was bypassed. Renji was completely taken aback by the rough hands now gripping his shirt. He stepped back uncertain if the other man was going to kiss him or hit him. He didn't have to wait long for the answer. Renji was pulled down hard onto soft lips. Loosing his footing he half fell into the third chair in the room. Sprawled and confused by the sudden change in mood he looked up into very close brown eyes that were bearing in to him. Ichigo was kneeling between his legs, bending over his face, breathing softly over his lips. Hands ran over his thighs as Renji's breath picked up.

"I'm in your office tonight to congratulate you but that's not the only reason. I came here also to make you mine"

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END X

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Ok I lied, now there isn't going to be any until next week. Yay for working!