A/N: HELLO! HAPPY ALMOST NEW YEARS :D
WARNING: this chap is unbeta'd /sad face I MISS YOU KIMON!
Alright! Here's the new chapter! Hope you'll enjoy it!
Chapter Fourteen
Ulquiorra opened his eyes, waken up by a dull noise coming from the side of the bed. He breathed in, finding no warmth or life in the air. Good, he is back in Hueco Mundo. He turned his head to the side, finding a blurry figure of an orange haired boy screaming at the bed next to him. Must be Kurosaki Ichigo. No one has such starkly colored hair. He looked like he is screaming. Impudent boy, doesn't he know to not scream in an infirmary? It looks like the boy was being held back by a long white haired man. 'Who is that?' Ulquiorra thought, sitting up and finding himself on a bed. The sudden change in elevation made his head spun, and he let out an undignified groan. "It hurts." He said out loud, fisting a fistful of bed sheets in his hand. The poison must still be in his system.
The white haired man turned to him and held his shoulder. "Are you okay?" He asked in the most divine voice. Ulquiorra blinked. Brilliant jade eyes met his own faded ones, black brows contracting in concern. Ulquiorra was struck in silence. He never knew that green eyes could be so alive. His are always dead, like everything else in Hueco Mundo. He reached out to touch those shining orbs, but his white fingers were tangled up in soft white silk. No it wasn't silk, it was his hair. He rolled those delicate strands between his fingers, marveling on the silkiness of it. "Soft." He said without thinking, bringing it up to his face. "Warm." He sighed out loud, breathing in the scent of tea and grass. Everything about the white haired man was soft and delicate. He liked soft and delicate.
"I'm tired." Ulquiorra said, falling back to the mountains of white pillows on his back, pulling the wrist of the beautiful tea scented man down with him. The blurry figure didn't resist, following the arrancar's lead and leaned over the bed, creating a curtain of hair around their faces. Ulquiorra sighed happily, pleased of being surrounded by the wonderful scent. He could feel the heat radiating from the face above him, coaxing him into a deep slumber.
"Ah, I..." The man started, but closed his mouth again. The arrancar was sleeping soundly, his face reminded him of a child sleeping after a long day of playing. Ukitake smiled weakly and leaned up. He always has a penchant for small, innocent things.
Aizen strode down the halls of Las Noches with a small victorious smile on his face. Ichigo is finally back and the two shinigami was also with him. It's good to get what he want. He reminded himself to reward Ulquiorra and Stark for their hard work, especially to Ulquiorra, knowing how much the espada crave his approval.
He opened the door, his brown eyes zeroing in on the orange haired boy sleeping beside an injured Stark. Aizen couldn't help but frowned. He didn't like it when his pet latches on to another man. 'No matter,' he said to himself. 'The boy know who he belongs to.' With that, he strode confidently to the bed. From the corner of his eyes he would see two figure huddled in the corner, but Aizen paid them no heed. The two fukutaichou could wait. The boy needs correcting.
"Stark." Ichigo mumbled in his sleep. "Stark." A stab of jealousy ran though his chest. Aizen reminded himself to not reward his Primera espada later when he wakes up. "Mmm Stark.." Aizen rolled his eyes. Maybe he should've spend more time with Ichigo...
"Hush Kitty." Aizen took Ichigo's wrist of Stark's fingers, tucking the orange head under his chin. "It's okay, you're home now." He murmured and pulled the boy away from the sleeping figure, stroking his face to wake him up.
Ichigo woke up, mumbling something about darts and robots. When he realized that Aizen was plastered to his back, he clenched his fist and punched the self proclaimed king of Hueco Mundo right on the melon. "Get your dick out of your head and stop groping me! Jeez! Your men is dying! His hand is-"
"His hand is what?" Aizen challenged him with a smile. Ichigo turned and see Stark's left hand has begun regenerating, the skin creeping slowly to cover the pink flesh. "How did-" the boy stammered.
Aizen smiled and chuckled. "You're so adorable when you're worried like that." Ichigo shot him a dirty look and went around the bed. "Stark? Can you hear me?" he whispered into the man's ear.
A slow smile spreads on the bloody chapped lips. "Yes, I can hear you.." Stark said, grinning. The fact that Ichigo punched his boss to be with him almost made him jump up and punch the air in victory.
"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU ANSWERED ME YOU MUTTHEAD!" Ichigo growled, waking Ulquiorra up from his tea induced sleep. Aizen chuckled. "So cute." Just as Ichigo turned to give him another punch, a terrifyingly happy voice sing-songed from the hallway.
"BERRY-PET!" A familiar voice sent dread down to the bottom of Ichigo's stomach. A long haired espada peaked from the door and grinned. "Ello." Nnoitra skipped close to the boy and towered over him, his long fingers gripping Ichigo's petrified frame. "You up for a fight?" He grinned, his tattoed tongue flicking up to lick his lips.
"Ichigo!" blue haired filled his vision. Strong muscular arms shoved Nnoitra away and wrapped themselves around him. "Fuck, you're okay." Grimmjow rubbed his face against Ichigo's kimono and breathed in, sighing at the euphoric smell. Ichigo grinned and hugged the man back. "What's up Grimmjow?" he laughed, giving the espada good hearty squeeze. The blue haired espada stared, entranced by the smile and the intoxicating scent. When he looked around, he saw a multitudes of male, just itching to put their grubby paw onto HIS Ichigo. That won't do. He has to claim his Ichi right here, right now. "Ichigo.. I lo-"
"There you are shinigami!" a pink haired espada sauntered into the infirmary and grabbed Ichigo's arm. "Took you long enough to get here. Come, I have prepared a saline bath for you." Szayel Apporo pulled Ichigo's out of Grimmjow's and marched him out of the room. "My fraccion will do all the scrubbing, but you have to clean your colon yourself. You know, for science."
"My what?"
"Ichigo." Tousen appeared out of nowhere, wearing his costmary thigh high boots. "You're late. The feeding time ended two hours ago. Go clean the buckets. It's reeks." He said, throwing a bloody metal bucket in front of him, making a racket in the already loud room.
Nnoitra is trying to pick a fight with Grimmjow.
Stark and Aizen are staring each other down.
Szayel Apporo are still yakking about the 'fun' tests that they can do.
Tousen stood between him and the door, his arms crossed on his chest and his face smug.
At this point of time, Ulquiorra was the only one Ichigo likes in the room.
"ENOUGH!" Ichigo let out a burst of Reiatsu, knocking everyone onto the ground. "EVERYONE WHO IS NOT SICK GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE ROOM! NOW!"
"But Ichi-" Grimmjow protested
"OUT."
Everyone, including Ukitake and Izuru, stared at the door at it slammed right in front of their faces. Szayel Apporo shrugged and turned away, while Tousen frowned, knocking at the door and mumbling about his buckets. Grimmjow dragged his feet away, looking very much like a puppy that has been shouted at by his master. "Damn. At this rate I'm never going to have my fight." Nnoitra bit his thumb in frustration and stalked away, mumbling scenarios where he could kidnapped the boy. He shouted out his Fraccion name, angry that he has once again failed to secure his playmate.
All thats left was a captain, a vice-captain, and a traitor of Gotei thirteen, all staring at Tousen who were pounding at the door for his buckets.
"Aizen?" Ukitake asked in shock. "Oh no." Kira face palmed himself, knowing exactly what comes next. Aizen sighed and signaled Tousen, who moved in and knocked Ukitake out unconscious. "Please don't knock me out again." Kira said tiredly. Tousen tilted his head and agreed, ordering Kira to secure Ukitake back to their room. Kira nodded and carried the sickly captain down a hall, only to come back and ask for directions to their room. Aizen sighed and knocked him out with the butt of his sword. It is easier this way.
"If Ukitake is here with us, then my fukutaichou must be still in Sereitei." Tousen concluded, resting his chin on his fingers. "We must secure him immediately. Hisagi wouldn't hesitate to tell them everything about us." The blind swordsman said sadly. "The boy is still blindly loyal to the Gotei..."
Aizen patted his friend's shoulder emphatically, knowing how close Tousen was with his fukutaichou before the betrayal. "Don't worry old friend, as a precautionary measure, Ulquiorra placed a modified Caja Negation on each of the shinigami. In the event of their escape, one then could simply summon them back." He explained.
"That is ingenious Aizen-taichou." Tousen said, sighing in relief.
"We will get your fukutaichou back," Aizen smiled. "Now.. if only I can go inside..."
"Your good work will not go unrewarded Hisagi-fukutaichou." The official from Central 46 laid a decorative robe over Hisagi's normal Shihakusho. The other members of the Central 46 murmured and nodded their approval.
Hisagi bowed down. "Your words honor me." He said, bored and tired from all of the formality.. He honestly didn't know what all of these fuss is about. He was kidnapped, he was saved, and then he reported back to his commanding officer. To him, it was the same as a weekly report. But these old geezers just have to formalize everything and blow them out of proportions. 'Tousen-taichou wouldn't allow such nonsense to happen.' he said to himself.
"Make way for the King!"
Suddenly, everyone in the Central fell onto their knees. Hisagi was the only one left standing, still day dreaming about anything but this ceremony. A figure hidden away behind a bamboo screen smirked at the display of insolence, more amused than offended. The small man beside him, an advisor it seemed, was less than happy with the conduct.
"Kneel and present yourself, officer!" The small man ordered, his high shrieking voice made everyone in the room frown and grimace.
Hisagi quickly snapped himself out of his daze and turned, his heart skipping a beat at what he saw in front of him. "Shuhei Hisagi! Vice-captain of the Ninth Division!" he fell down to his knee and bowed until his head is on the ground, presenting himself prostate to the King.
"Ehhh.. What a serious man." A childlike voice giggled from behind the screen, making his attendant gasped in surprise.
"Your highness! You majestic voice should not be heard in this humble room." The small man chastised in panic. Behind the screen, the King frowned. He was not amused.
"Sit." The man was pushed down by an invisible force. "Shut up." His mouth suddenly glued together, no matter how much he struggled, his lips just wouldn't open. There was a scuffle from behind the screen and then a small boy walked out. He wore the most wonderful silk robes that seemed to float and danced behind him. His face shone like a jewel, glowing in the light of the dungeon. The boy couldn't be more than thirteen years old, but his eyes reflected a cruelty that a mere boy couldn't possibly posses.
When the King stood right in front of him, Hisagi couldn't help but stop breathing. The boy was beautiful. He has long flowing blond hair, a pair of translucent blue eyes, and an ethereal face that is out of this world. His eyebrows arched high on his brow bone, creating a picture of nobility and intelligence. His small pouty lips stretched into a cruel smirk, a smirk that is so beautiful that it made all who looked upon it want to cry. Hisagi wanted to kneel forever before this majestic being, to pledge allegiance to this boy that didn't even came up to his chest. "Your Highness." He breathed out, shuddering in awe.
The King's eyes twinkled, reaching up to stroke at Hisagi's tattoo. "Sixty Nine? Is that your favorite position?" He asked out in an innocent childlike voice. Hisagi shuddered into the touch, feeling the individual fingers imparts an out of this world coldness into his face. "N-No, sire." He stuttered. When he realized the nature of his question, the fukutaichou blushed.
The child laughed at the response, sending warmth down into Hisagi's stomach. "Tell me, are you a loyal man lieutenant?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Now tell me who you serve."
"I serve the Gotei thri-"
"Wrong answer." An invisible whip smashed itself onto his back, knocking Hisagi forward to the ground. The King grinned.
"Lets try again. Who do you serve?"
"You?" Hisagi asked.
"Correct! But wrong tone!" The King laughed manically and waved his hand. The whip continued its ministration.
"You! You! Only you" Hisagi screamed, but the blows didn't lessen.
The King grabbed his hair, forcing the pained shinigami to look up. The child smiled, showing his sharp pointed teeth that looked more reptilian than human. "I'm going to have fun playing with you." He dragged his tongue over the tattoo, biting down on the figure nine.
Suddenly, there were no awe or respect in Hisagi's heart. There was only a sinking feeling that he is going to die.
"Do you feel better?" Ichigo held his hand against the espada's forehead to take his temperature.
"Now that you're here, yes." The espada smiled, taking Ichigo's hand and holding it against his cheek. The younger man blushed and took his hand away, making Stark frown. Ichigo was hugging Jaegerjaquez happily just now, why the hell couldn't he touch him like that?
"What's wrong?" He asked, grabbing Ichigo's hand rather forcefully. "Can't you let me have this one pleasure?" He said, putting the hand onto his chest, moving it to rub at his chest.
"You're wrong, I'm not like that." Ichigo drew his hand back, blushing. "I like girls." He mumbled.
Then, something inside Stark snapped. "Is that why you trade yourself for that little whore? Because you like her?" he snarled, the alpha wolf inside of him growling possessively.
"Don't call her that! Orihime is-"
"Even hearing you say her name makes my blood boil." Stark growled, fisting the sheets with his half healed hand. "Come here." He said, pulling Ichigo's onto the bed. Before the boy could protest, Stark gave him a bruising kiss.
"These lips," He whispered against them. "They're mine."
"These hands," He kissed them "Mine."
He pulled the sash apart, latching his mouth onto Ichigo's nipple. "Everything." He pushed the nub firmly with his tongue. "Mine." He said, kissing down Ichigo's abs, ready to open his-
"Stop." Ichigo pushed the man harshly, knocking him back onto the pillows. Stark was dumbfounded, surprised that he was overpowered by someone who is supposed to be his submissive. The boy climbed off the bed, backing away slowly. "Damn." Ichigo said, his eyes glazing with tears. "I thought you were my friend." He said and ran out of the room, whizzing past a confused Aizen Sousuke. "Ichigo." Aizen called half heartedly.
The man peeked in, saw the distraught look on Stark face and smiled. Coupled with the conversation that he just eavesdropped, the look meant that his espada just blew it with the orange haired beauty. Aizen took a deep breath and put on his concerned mask. It's time to comfort his dear espada.
Hisagi ran though he felt like his lung is collapsing, breaking branches left and right. His arms are bleading, his feet are hurting, the whip marks on his back felt like it's on fire, but he kept on running. He ran because if he stopped, he would die.
"I love his voice! Make him sing louder! Make him sing!"
The demented laugh of the mad King kept ringing in his head. He didn't know how he escaped, but he had no time to meditate on it.
"I like how you don't die easily lieutenant, unlike that servant boy from the Ukitake house."
"What? What did you-"
Another whip landed on his wet back, the metal bits taking off abit of flesh with it.
"He was an accomplice for a deserter. Of course we killed him."A small hand dragged itself through his raw back, making him scream. The small king latched himself onto his back, biting his ears painfully.
"..boy... just a boy.."Hisagi chanted though a pain induced haze.
Hisagi sobbed, suddenly remembering the small cheerful boy that keeps following Ukitake around. One time, Hisagi taught the boy how to swing a stick up against a man's groin, telling him to only use that move to ward off perverts. Now the boy couldn't move at all.
"We tried whipping him for information, but the brat just keeps fainting. So I gave him to my horse to fuck." The King licked his ears and laughed. "He screamed so nicely when the whore felt the animal breach his bowel." he gripped Hisagi's hair and pulled his head. "But not as nicely as you Hisagi-fukutaichou."
The boy was also good at making tea. Once at a captain's meeting, Ukitake had the boy served them all tea. The tea itself was ordinary, but the boy's smile made the experience even more wonderful. Now the boy will never smile again.
"When he stopped moving, I gave the boy to my dogs to eat. After all, why waste a perfectly fresh meat? I think my dogs ate too much and puked him up again. See?" Hisagi cried and closed his eyes, refusing to look at the dark corner where the King pointed. Not only did he tortured the boy, but the King also defiled his small innocent body. How can the boy spirit find peace knowing that his remains were disturbed?
"Unforgiveable."Hisagi sobbed, crying not because of his pain, but because of the sheer injustice that happened in the system that he fought so hard for. "Unforgivable. Unforgivable. Unforgiveable." He chanted over and over again, hitting a tree until his knuckle is as bloody and raw as his back.
When Hisagi was silent, the King pulled away. "He stained my robes with his filthy ryoka blood." He said blankly, rubbing the blood from Hisagi's into his robes. "Executioner, what's the punishment for desecrating the royal line?"
"Death."said a deep voice from behind him.
The King sighed. "But I loved him so much!" The King moved in front of him and stared down with his brilliant blue eyes. Hisagi looked up, his left eyes swollen shut from all the beatings.
"Pl..lease.. My Lord..."
The King leaned down and licked the blood from his cheeks his tongue dragging over an open gash. "Tell me Hisagi-fukutaichou, am I a good King?" He whispered, his voice as innocent and childlike as Junsui's.
"T-the best.." Hisagi gasped.
"Then, by definition, a good King should be fair, should he not?"
"Yes... Yesysyesyes." Hisagi chanted.
"Then answer me this," The child stood up and paced around the room. "If a King let a criminal go unpunished, would you still call him fair?"
Hisagi chocked. "T..the King, would be a Merciful King. The King would be great. You are great. Please, you are great." He pleaded.
The child smirked, leaning down to kiss Hisagi's bloody lips. Hisagi moaned into the kiss, leaning forward to capture those divine lips. Even after all that he has done to him, the child still looked beautiful. "My Lord.." Hisagi whispered desperately.
"As much as I love your screams, nobody should be above the law, don't you agree." he said, his eyes turning violent.
Hisagi let out a strangled scream as those teeth began to sunk themselves into his bottom lip.
The King laughed, wiping Hisagi's blood from the corner of his cheek, smearing his perfect porcelain skin.
"Kill him."
Stark has his head between his knee, his hand grabbing a fistful of his brown hair.
"Is there something wrong Stark?" Aizen walked in, his face twisting in concerned. "Do you have a stomachache?" He asked, putting his hand on Stark's back, rubbing it comfortingly.
The espada looked up. "Aizen-sama." He said, releasing his death grip from his head. Ulquiorra stirred at the name and grimanced, opening a wound as he tried to get out of the bed and bow down. "Stay, I only need a moment with you two." Aizen motioned Ulquiorra, who sat back onto his bed and stared up, in rapture of the man's every words.
"I see you have brought home Ichigo and two other shinigami. You have done your job well. I am proud of you." Ulquiorra eyes widened and a small smile graced his lips. "Now, the problem is that the other shinigami was a captain, not a fukutaichou." He sighed.
Ulquiorra widened his eyes, unable to comprehend the statement in his drugged up state. "Did we fail, Aizen-sama?" he asked weakly.
Aizen went up to his most loyal subordinate and cooed. "No. You did well." Ulquiorra sighed and closed his eyes in relief. "But, it would be a pain to have the shinigami spread out information about our operation, don't you agree Ulquiorra?"
Ulquiorra nodded and rolled up his sleeve. "Correct Aizen-sama." He said. "I will activate his Caja Negation now." Ulquiorra closed his eyes and chanted, his lips moving in such an inhuman speed.
With a flash of light, Hisagi materialized on the middle of the infirmary floor, bloodied and barely alive. "Go secure him." Ulquiorra said to Stark.
Stark sighed and waved his hand. "Again, who's the Primera espada?"
Ulquiorra looked at him blankly and turned to his side of the bed. "I'm going back to sleep."
Aizen laughed at the banter. "Still a child." Aizen leaned down and tousled Ulquiorra's black hair. Ulquiorra stiffened. He forgot that his lord and master is still in the room. "Aizen-sama," He started, sitting up to bow down for forgiveness.
Aizen smiled and silenced him with his finger. "Sleep. I will send another arrancar to take care of him." the number three espada nodded and closed his eyes, mumbling thanks against his master's fingers. Aizen leaned down and gave him a peck on the forehead, like a father would to a precious child. Ulquiorra squirmed and smiled, murmuring his name as he fell into his slumber.
"Oh and Stark?" Aizen called. "Ichigo might be our prisoner, but please don't hurt his feelings. We are not the Royal Family, we don't torture our prisoners."
Stark looked down guiltily. "Yes Aizen-sama." He said, fidgeting with his white bed sheet.
Aizen gave himself a satisfied smile."Good. Now sleep."
As if a spell was put under him, Stark nodded dreamily and leaned back onto his hospital bed, sleeping and dreaming of a certain orange haired beauty.
Aizen gave a last lingering look to the mangled shinigami on the floor and walked away. It looked like Hisagi has finaly met the King.
Ichigo was once again, staring out of the window. A million and one thing ran though his head as he recalled Stark's kiss.
"Mine."
'Dammit!' Ichigo cursed. 'My first kiss and it's with a guy...' he grumbled and brood. He wanted his first kiss to be with a girl, stolen in between classes after she confessed to him about her feeling. Ichigo sighed and waved it off as a pipe dream. It's not like he's going to escape from Las Noches anyway.
"Hey." A familiar voice called out. An arm rested on top of his head. "You still mad?" Grimmjow asked.
"Nah." Ichigo said. "Just... tired I guess." He said weakly. He couldn't even muster enough strength to whack Grimmjow's arm away.
Grimmjow turned the boy's chin. "You look like shit." He said, his face turning serious. "You sure you're not sick?"
Ichigo turned and held his head. "I've been feeling awful since Sereitei... but I figured it was just from the Garganta. And now, Stark he..."
"Stark?" Grimmjow narrowed his eyes. "What did the bastard did?" He growled, grabbing Ichigo by the shoulder.
"Nothing!" Ichigo said, embarrassed. "Honestly nothing! So please don't go beating up an injured man." He said weakly, slumping over the railing.
"He better not, or I'll kick his sick sorry ass." Grimmjow growled and latched himself onto Ichigo's back. "You still smell pure." He said, humming into Ichigo's hair. Grimmjow stopped and took a deep breath. Yes the boy still smelled the same, but now it's fainter. His scent used to be strong enough to penetrate dimensions but now he smelled like a dying flower. He turned Ichigo to faced him, tracing the deep circles under his eyes and the gaunt cheek with his thumb. "Damn." He said, suddenly realizing how cold the boy was. "You look like a fucking cadaver. Let me get you a doctor." Grimmjow said, looking around for help. "Shit. The only time you need a Fraccion and they're all dead..."
Ichigo pushed his hand away and sat down on the ground. "No..." Ichigo pulled Grimmjow's hand down. "Just, let me sleep first." Ichigo said, his face growing paler and paler by the second. "Please, Grimm? Let me sleep on your lap? Just for a sec?" He pleaded, leaning heavily against the arrancar's leg. He could hear Grimmjow panicking in the distance, but Ichigo couldn't help but to close his eyes.
"What's happening?" he mumbled, shielding his eyes from the light. There was a flurry of blue from his side, but the arm of the person who carried him blocked it from view. "Is that.. Grimmjow?" he asked dreamily.
"No, it's Sousuke." The voice rumbled above him, the chest vibrating with air."You're having a withdrawal from prolonged separation with you zanpakuto." Ichigo grimaced and pushed up against Aizen's chest, his vision is blurry and his bones ached.
Aizen carried Ichigo and walked briskly into his room. "It hurts." Ichigo mumbled into the chest. "Sousuke, it hurts!" Ichigo sobbed, clawing at his own chest. It felt like someone just dug a hole with their finger. Aizen frowned and moved the hand onto his own chest. "I know, I know... Just hold on for a moment, ne?" Aizen brushed his hair softly, wincing as the nails began to drew blood. Ichigo nodded and stifled a pained moan, burring his head into the man's neck. "Hurry." He gasped. "I can't take it any longer.."
"Will he be okay?" a familiar voice asked. Ichigo felt Aizen's shoulders shrugged. Everyone was silent again. "Oi, you still owe me a fight, so don't die 'aight berry?" the voice said again, sounding closer.
Ichigo smirked. "Was that Nn..No..tr.. fuck, your name suck." He said weakly. A series of laughter rang around. Who else was there with them?
Aizen walked though the large marble door and climbed onto his desk, his fingers lacing with Ichigo's. "Now, ready?" he said, holding his hand.
Ichigo whimpered and stuck out his hand.
"King!" a pair of strong white arms circled his head, pulling him into a suffocating hug. "Finally!" Hichigo leaned back and grinned, catching Ichigo off guard. When Ichigo was gaping, the hollow drew his hand back and punched him on the face. "Why the fuck didn't you take us stupid?" he demanded, sounding like a child being behind on a school field trip.
Ichigo popped a vein. "Shut up idiot! It's Aizen's fault for keeping you locked away." He wrestled out of his hollow's grip and punched him on the cheek. Hichigo grinned and proceeded to wrestle his King back to his arm, rubbing his knuckle over the orange hair.
"Yer fault for being so damn weak! If only you'd let me out once in a while..." he teased through Ichigo's pained exclamation.
Another pair of hand grabbed him from behind, releasing Ichigo from the torture. "What he meant is...we missed you." Zangetsu rumbled, his billowing encasing them all in a cool black cocoon.
Hichigo took Ichigo's chin in his hand and forced him to look straight into his eyes. "Don't you dare do that again you hear me?" He demanded. "Ya almost fucking died! When Aizen ask for us again, give him a kick to the nuts, ya got that?"
Ichigo grabbed his hollow self and pulled him into the tangled mess of limbs. "Yeah, got it." He breathed out, one arm holding Zangetsu close while the other circled itself around Hichigo's neck.
The three pair held each other in silence, happy to be together and whole again. Ichigo looked down to his white counterpart, who hummed and smilled as they synchronized as one entity. He almost looked... happy? The hollow felt the staring eyes and flicked his golden orbs up to meet it, grinning like a madman.
"Io, Zangetsu. I told you he was gay." Hichigo jeered, earning him another kick to the shin. The hollow cursed and pinched Ichigo's side, making the boy yelped and accidently hit Zangetsu with his elbow. "Ow." The sword groaned and pushed the two off of him, knocking them both back to the ground.
"No, wait come back! That felt so good!" Ichigo said, kicking his hollow self off his waist. Zangetsu looked over his shoulder and shook his head in negative, sulking to a nearby building and standing in the far side of it. "Zangetsuuu!" Ichigo whined and tried to reach for him, but Hichigo lughed and bit his master's ankle, knocking him back onto the ground and providing im enough leverage to pull himself up. Without a second thought, he latches his mouth onto the bright orange head and bit down hard.
"FUCK! Who the hell bites people on the head?" Ichigo flailed his arm and knocked him over.
"You're right. Pheww... get a shampoo." The white skinned hollow stood up and wiped his mouth. Ichigo cursed and threw his sandal a him. Hichigo retaliated with a roundhouse kick that sent him over the edge of the building, hanging only by his hand. Ichigo laughed maniacally and stomped hard onto the digits, laughing as the man fall into the bottom of the tower. 'That felt good.' Ichigo smiled.
Zangetsu stood on a nearby rooftop and brood. Ichigo jogged over to the sword and looped his hand around his neck. "Don't brood old man! We're alive and back together! What could be better?" Ichigo laughed and patted his back heartily.
Zangetsu turned to the sky and smiled. "Yes... Look. The sky is clear." He pointed up. The two looked up in awe, watching the cloud shift into the most fantastical figures. "Now, you only need a few more trees here..." Zangetsu said, breathing in the sweet air.
Ichigo tilted his head. "Just how do you grow a tree in here?"
Zangetsu turned to him and smiled. "By loving and be loved." He said, pointing to a mound of soil on the far edge of the building. "See? The soil is ready to receive. Let love flow and the green will start to grow." Zangetsu gave him a knowing look. Ichigo blushed and nodded, his mind flashing back to the faces in Hueco Mundo.
"And judging from the lack of greenery here, I'd say you're a VIRGIN!" Hichigo shouted from below, prompting Ichigo to throw his other sandal at him. despite the hard sounding 'whack', the hollow still laughed his usual mad laughter and danced around, showing the two the finger. Ichigo laughed and Zangetsu pinched his forehead. "Stupid child. His privates are flopping away." He said, turning away from the obscene dance. Ichigo leaned closer and narrowed his eyes, finding that Hichigo's private was indeed flopping in the wind.
No matter how much an asshole Hichigo is, there is no place he would rather be than in his inner world.
A/N: Yayyy! Ichi is back in Las Noches!
Haaa, I'm so glad nobody flamed me about Koma/Hitsu chapter! You guys are so nice! Thank you!
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Alright, I'm gonna go celebrate new years now! Hope to see you in 2012!