Very recently, I had a very bizarre dream involving this fic! It was a GrimmxIchixRenji threesome, involving bloodplay! And what's weird, I was sitting nearby and was eating a poptart! I even remembered what flavor I was eating! Strange!
Crescent by Boogermeister
Chapter 3- Flea Collar
"Argh! I hate this!" growled Ichigo the next afternoon, crossing his arms and sulked as he and his family were eating around the table. "Last night was the worst night ever!"
"Please, you say that every time, Ichigo," commented one of his younger sister, Karin.
"What happened, Ichigo?" Masaki asked in concern but wasn't surprised. "Did you have a fight with your friends, a classmate, or the teachers?"
"A bit of both on the last two," Ichigo grumbled. "First, the new student messed with me and I kicked his ass-"
"Language, dear," his mother corrected.
"Sorry- and Byakuya gave me a 'C' on my paper! If Chad hadn't held me back, I would've throttle him!"
"So what? Grades are for nerds!" huffed Isshin in a dramatic fashion with a clenched fist. "All that matters is that you won your pride over this new student! Tell me, what's his name!"
"Tch, some lycan named Grimmjow Jag-something . . . ." scoffed the dhampire.
"Your school accepts werewolves now, Ichi-nii?" his other sister, Yuzu, asked.
"For some reason, yeah."
"Well, don't let that get to you, Ichigo," sighed Masaki, smiling in reassurance. "Just stay focused on your school works."
"All right, Mom- ouch! What the hell, Dad?" Ichigo growled when a fork hit him on the head.
"You're getting too soft on your reflexes, son!" laughed Isshin.
"Damn it, it's too early for a guy like you to act like this!" he growled, pouncing on his father to tear him apart.
"Oh my . . . . I hope high school won't be like that with you girls," sighed Masaki. Even though the twins were supernatural creatures, they attended normal human school. Usually on the last year of middle school do they start on their 'other' lessons.
"Just be a good vampire and take a dirt nap," Ichigo sneered, suffocating his father by planting his face against the floor. "Sometimes I wonder if you drink blood from stupid people."
"Ichigo, let your father breathe," she said. "Shouldn't you be finishing your homework?"
"Ugh, fine," scoffed Ichigo, giving an elbow to his father's back before standing up and running upstairs.
"Masaki, why do you choose your son over your beloved husband?" whined Isshin.
"I didn't, it's just that it's too early for you to behave like that," replied Masaki. "Last time, you fainted in exhaustion during the heat wave this past summer. You couldn't get up for an entire week."
"Aw, sometimes I wonder why you marry someone like me, Masaki," he sighed as he stood up.
"I could ask you the same thing, marrying a person like me," she muttered softly, glancing at her rippling reflection in her tea. It's been over ten years since he had heard from her family. The last contact she had received was from her older brother, offering her a deal to leave her vampire husband to return back to the family. She promptly refused and hadn't heard from him ever since.
"Mom, is there something wrong?" asked Yuzu.
"It's nothing, dear," she quickly smiled.
"If it's about regret of marrying Dad, then I don't blame you," shrugged Karin.
"My dear Karin, why are so cruel to your dear father?" cried Isshin, earning a fork being stabbed into his forehead. "Ow, why do you hurt me? I thought you love me!"
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". . . . You're gonna do it, I know you will," frowned Rukia, as they walked through the hallways.
"What are you talking about?" frowned Ichigo.
"You're gonna find that lycan and both of you will whale each other out until there's nothing left but blood and chunks of hair," she replied. "I swear, sometimes I wonder if you're suitable for this school."
"Hey, it's either this or being homeschooled," he scoffed. "No way my Mom will let me go to Las Noches. You should know why, Rukia . . . ."
"Oh, right. Sorry about that." But the dhampire shrugged it off dismissively, from his mother's side his magical abilities was considered grey. Grey magic was neither black or white but was neither used for good or evil unless the user would choose either side. Black, white, and grey magics are further classified with specialized magics, depending on which witches and wizards. As for Rukia, she praticed ice-class magic though her brother specialized in plant-based magic. Orihime and Uryuu were more unique. Orihime used a rare form of fairy magic; while Uryuu used an offensive form of white magic called Quincy.
As for Ichigo, he doesn't know which specific magic he used, therefore he often caused destruction when praticing. Not knowing much from his maternal relatives, he can only guess by himself. Turning around a corner, Ichigo blinked and saw a black cat walking up to him. The feline simply jumped onto his shoulder but Ichigo didn't mind. "Hey, Yoruichi-sensei," he greeted.
"I heard what happened last night," the cat talked in a masculine voice, flicking its ear. "I'm surprised that you didn't get suspended over it. Then again, he was from the Las Noches Academy."
"It sounds like you're okay with it," he shrugged.
"Well, I had a necromancer and a lycan in my class though the first one was troublesome," replied Yoruichi. "In any case, just don't get into any more trouble as you are now. Just try to avoid that lycan if you can, and get to class." The cat jumped off and tottered off somewhere. Ichigo simply frowned, he didn't want to go to this class. Alchemy, the 'science' form of magic. The class was mainly lecture but the teacher was a friend of Yoruichi and an eccentric one at that.
"Quit looking so sour, you're actually good in Alchemy," sighed Rukia.
"It's not that . . . ." Ichigo scoffed softly, pointing at the designated room door. Grimmjow and Ulquiorra walked inside the classroom, much to the dhampire's dismay. "Great, now I won't be able to concentrate with a dog and that kook in there."
"Come on, quit acting like a scary-cat," frowned Rukia as she walked in, with Ichigo reluctantly following her. Sure enough, his eyes caught Grimmmjow's the moment he stepped in. The lycan's cyan eyes narrowed and sneered deviously, as Ichigo's eyes narrowed as well.
"Hey there, Mr. Kurosaki!" Urahara greeted jovially, poking the dhampire harshly in the side with a cane.
"Yowch! What the hell, Urahara?" growled Ichigo, glaring at the blonde man with his striped hat.
"Now, now, I wouldn't have to do that if you have just taken your seat," smiled Urahara.
"How about this, you bastard?" he scoffed, taking his cane and snapped it in two against his knee. It wasn't unsusual, he would always do that every week. "Just get to teaching, why don't you?" he scowled as he took his seat, adjacently across from the troublesome lycan. Urahara merely shrugged as he snapped his fingers, instantly the broken wood returned back to normal and zoomed back into his hand. As the teacher started on his lecture, Grimmjow gave a quick glance at the dhampire and his grin widened.
"We found him, so what do we do now?" he questioned quietly.
"Well, we would have socialize with him but you ruined the opportunity during the introduction," Ulquiorra replied curtly. "For now, we have to figure out how to get onto his good side. Since you and Nnoitra are out of this, I believe I should do this since Starrk wouldn't like to do it anyway."
"Tch . . . . whatever," grumbled the blue-haired lycan, crossing his arms. His eyes continued to gaze at Ichigo, who was distracted by the class, and frowned. Maybe he shouldn't had initiated the fight in the first place, being sent here by Aizen to look for a specific person was a part of their jobs. Now step two had to start soon before the time comes.
"Hey, has the Philosopher's Stone ever been made before, Urahara-sensei?" asked one student.
"Well, there had been a recorded one made back in the Middle Ages, but there was no proof that was left in the making," Urahara simply replied.
"Is it true that it can create immortality and create gold from lead?"
"That's the problem, it's nothing but rumors over the stone," he shrugged. "The ingredients to make it does not create, for the majority of it are proven false. But, like life, there's always trials and error."
"Over 600 years worth of trials and error," grumbled Ichigo, only to get whacked in the head by an unknown force. "Gah . . . .!"
"Since you're in a super good mood, Kurosaki, I'd like to see you after class," smiled Urahara.
"But-"
"No 'buts', or do I have to blackmail you for the last night's incident?" he questioned in amusment. Ichigo frowned and glanced at the sneering lycan, crossing his arms. "Guess tha's a yes then," Urahara shrugged before returning back to the lecture.
"Looks like we have to wait a little while longer, huh?" smirked Grimmjow.
"It's nothing too serious that we should be concerned about," Ulquiorra muttered. "We have plenty of time left . . . ." It wasn't long until the class was finally over, the eccentric wizard eyed intently at the new students behind his fan leaving before turning his attention to the sulking dhampire.
". . . . Strange, why do you wanna talk to me?" frowned Ichigo, as the class was empty.
"Hm? About what?" asked Urahara.
"You just told me to stay behind after class, you dumb bastard!" he immediately scowled.
"Ah, yes . . . ." he mused, fanning himself. "I overheard Byakuya Kuchiki's critique on your paper, and for once I agreed with him."
"What? What the hell?" frowned Ichigo.
"Let me explain my reasons, Ichigo," he replied as he walked up to him. "The school acknowledges your magic as 'grey', but due to your unusual heritage it's hard to specify it even further. If you can't figure it out before the last year, then your abilities might be catastrophic." Ichigo's frown deepened at that but Urahara simply smiled in response. "However, since you're half-vampire, I believe your magic is a form of 'Kidou'."
"Kidou?" he questioned in confusion.
"Kidou, it roughly means 'demon arts'," said Urahara. "Most vampires, usually the sanguine type, as well as most experienced spellcasters and certain types of demons are specialized in Kidou. The magic itself falls into two categories, Bakudou and Hadou. Let me demostrate . . . ." He flicked his finger across the dhampire. "Bakudou number 1. Sai."
"What the-" Ichigo felt his arms constricted behind his back and he fell to the floor. "Ouch! What the hell did you do?"
"I merely used a low-level spell on you," he replied. "Kidou really is a difficult form of magic, but I think you can learn it with much patience and persistence. But you're not a patient type anyway, Mr. Kurosaki."
"Shut up," gritted Ichigo. Urahara shrugged and, with a flick of his fingers, released Ichigo from the hold.
"Unfortunately, classes for learning Kidou are for the upperclassmen," he said. "I think you have to teach yourself about the basics soon."
"Can't I just ask my Dad about this?" frowned Ichigo, standing up. Then again, his father is considered 'too idiotic' to be bothered. "Fine . . . . do I need books to understand this kidou thing?"
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Being a half-vampire have benefits; despite carrying ten textbooks from the school library it was a easy lift for him. But it was difficult to find such books, He had skipped a class to find them and was running late to his next one. It wasn't serious, he was in the upper half of the top 50 in his grade. "Ichigo, wait up!" called out Renji as he caught up to him. "Where were you, and what's with those books?"
"Oh, I had to find special books about Kidou," muttered Ichigo.
"Kidou? You're learning the demon arts?" questioned Rukia, joining the two.
"That kook Urahara thinks my powers are from kidou," he sighed. "He might be right, I wasn't good in any other types of magic."
"Well, if you need any help, I can ask my brother about it," Rukia replied. "He's very good with kidou, he doesn't even need to do a destruction chant for the higher level spells."
"I don't think that would make me feel better if I ask him about it," he frowned.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she frowned back.
"Don't look now, but one of the new guys is staring at you, Ichigo," muttered Renji.
"Huh?" Ichigo glanced around anyway, and saw Ulquiorra waiting by the classroom doorway. "Great . . . ."
"Ichigo Kurosaki," the sanguine greeted nonchalantly. "I've been meaning to talk to you for a while."
"Oh, really?" he frowned. "Does it have to do with that crazy dog friend of yours?"
"Of course, I apologize on Grimmjow's behalf," answered Ulquiorra. "My friend is very . . . . unethical when it comes to meeting new people. Sometimes his words are very misleading."
"Yeah, I noticed that when I punched him down," he scoffed. The sanguine merely blinked and glanced away.
"I would like for you to consider my apologies for my dimwitted friend," he muttered quietly. "As one sanguine to . . . . another, Ichigo Kurosaki." Ichigo furrowed his eyebrows before glancing at his friends.
"Okay . . . .?" he shrugged. Without another word, Ulquiorra stepped inside the classroom. "Uh, what just happened?"
"I think that weirdo wants to be friends with you," muttered Renji.
"I'm not sure about that," sighed Ichigo. "Coming from that crazy school, I don't know if I could take his words for it."
"Doesn't matter, let's just get to class." But the half-vampire couldn't help but think about what the new student said to him, if he said to consider to accept the lycan's apology then the lycan might stop bothering him.
"Hmm, maybe I should let this grudge go," he sighed, as the class ended.
"What're you talking about, Ichigo?" frowned Rukia. "They're from Las Noches, I don't think we should be friends with them like that."
"Why not? You're friends with this stupid monkey since childhood, despite of your brother's opinions."
"Who's this stupid monkey?" frowned Renji in confusion.
"I just made my point," shrugged Ichigo. Turning his head slightly, he saw Ulquiorra and Grimmjow walking through an opposite hallway. "Here, hold these. I'll be back in a sec."
"Huh?" The mutt huffed when he was given the heavy textbooks just before Ichigo walked off.
"Uh, Ulquiorra?" he called out. The sanguine and his friend turned, Grimmjow narrowed his eyes a little but said nothing. "I, uh . . . . I guess I could accept your apologies. But I think it's best that we get acquianted as classmates rather than friends. Is that all right with you, Ulquiorra?"
"Tch . . . ." Grimmjow scoffed under his breath but glanced away when Ulquiorra eyed at him.
"Yes, I appreciate that, Kurosaki," replied the pale vampire. "I can assure that my friend will not bother you in any way . . . ." Ichigo simply shrugged in understanding before walking away, he frowned a little the moment his friends frowned at him.
"You wierdo, can't believe you talked to them," muttered Renji.
"I hate having grudges anyway," scoffed Ichigo. "And don't try to say anything else, guys. I don't want the rest of our friends to think about this."
"Um, too late for that," Rukia pointed out. Ichigo blinked and turned around, Chad and Orihime and Uryuu were standing right behind him.
"Oh my goodness, you talked to that scary lycan, Ichigo?" exclaimed Orihime.
"Man, no I spoke to his friend, and that's it," he frowned.
"I see, guess that means we're friends with them now, right?" questioned Uryuu.
"No," he stressed out.
"Come on, let's go to lunch," sighed Rukia. "We could make fun of him then."
"Quit it!"
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". . . . You're such a pain sometimes, you know that?" scowled Ichigo, as he and Rukia walked through the empty streets. It was still night after all, regular humans were rarely around. "I told you that I didn't need Byakuya's help for learning Kidou. You didn't have to blurt it out for the whole world to hear."
"But I was just being helpful," frowned Rukia. "It's not like it's the same case for me, you forgot that I was adopted into the Kuchiki family. I'm a ice witch, descendant of the of the so-called snow spirit called the Yuki-Onna. My powers are very different from Byakuya."
"Yeah, and so is my Mom. But she's related to my unknown relatives."
"Oh, come on," she frowned as she rolled her eyes. "Maybe that's why you don't know much about your powers, Ichigo. You never try to ask for help."
"Tch, whatever you say, you little elf," Ichigo muttered under his breath. Rukia halted her steps and glared hard at him.
"What did you say to me?" she questioned.
"You heard me," scoffed Ichigo as he stopped and turned to her. "I don't think you're really a witch. Why don't you go make some cookies or work at Santa's workshop, you nosy elf?"
An angry tick throbbed at Rukia's forehead, now way she would let this go! "First Dance, Tsukishiro!" In an instant, the half-vampire was partially encased in a pillar of ice.
"What the- let me go, Rukia!" scowled Ichigo, wiggling his body in the thick ice.
"No, you took it too far, idiot!" she fumed. "Just for that, I'll leave you here for everyone to see! See if I care!"
"Aw, come on! I meant that-" Ichigo blinked and glared to his side. "Wait . . . . someone's in trouble!" he gritted.
"What?"
"Nearby, someone's getting attacked!" he confirmed, his supernatural sense of hearing was much sharper because of his vampire blood.
"Oh, fine!" huffed Rukia, flicking her hands for the ice to shatter. "If you're lying about this, I'll do it again!"
"Make sure to take my books home!" he said as he immediately ran off. Ichigo frowned, he hadn't expected that some humans would be out at this time. It could only mean one thing, the victim must be a supernatural. In a manners of seconds, he found the source in an alley. A few guys were looming over a cowering person; it was a little girl with pink hair. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" he scoffed. Sure enough, the humans flinched and stared at the dhampire's golden eyes.
"Shit . . . .!" They scattered off, leaving the possibly hurt girl on the ground. Ichigo scoffed in disgust, he couldn't understand at why regular humans would hurt those who are different.
"Hey! Are you okay?" he called out as he ran up to her and knelt down. As soon as he did that, his keen smell instantly knew. It was a lycan pup. "Little kid, what're you doing here?" he muttered as he carefully lifted her into his arms. The girl shivered slightly before looking up with her maroon eyes.
"Ah, are you a human?" she questioned quietly.
"Actually, I'm half-human," sighed Ichigo as his eyes turned to normal and stood up.
"You look too scary to be a half-human," replied the girl. Ichigo frowned at that, he wasn't sure if that was an insult or not.
"Ichigo . . . .! So someone was in trouble," called out Rukia, finding her friend.
"Yeah, it's a lycan girl," muttered Ichigo. "I'm not sure why she's here in a human neighborhood."
"A lycan? Oh great," she sighed. "We're gonna be in so much trouble for this."
"Trouble for what? I just saved a girl, who cares about what type of creature she is?" he frowned.
"It's more than that, if her parents saw her with you they probably won't show any mercy," she said.
"I can hold my own, I was winning against Grimmjow."
"Uh-huhh . . . ."
"Now, what's your name?" he asked the little girl.
"I'm Yachiru," she replied with a small smile.
"And where do you live?"
"Um . . . . that way!" she smiled, pointing at a random direction.
". . . . That's downtown," frowned Ichigo. "Never mind, I'll go through the lycan neighborhoods."
"Ichigo . . . ." huffed Rukia.
"Just tell my parents that I'm helping someone out," he sighed as he started to walk. "And don't worry, I might come back to school by next week if something happens."
"You're such an idiot . . . ."
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