He is my King, My Aibou
Chapter 4: My Love
Disclaimer: I hate to admit that I do not own Bleach or the characters involved with it. Dammit all…
A/N: I seem to only get a chapter out if it's at school…bad me!
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I growled at the red headed boy as he tried desperately to hit me with his large bat like thing. The black haired little girl tried holding back the kid but he wouldn't listen. "You shouldn't be here you damn hallow! You're the reason why were in this mess!" I simply rolled my eyes and stared forward, fighting desperately not to rip this kids head right off. The little girl finally got the red head to return to his room. She smiled shyly at me before bowing and running into another room. Minutes later, she returned with a cup full of hot tea.
She placed it by me before bowing and leaving into the room the red haired kid ran into. Taking a sip of the tea, I thought back on what happened a few days ago. I brought Ichigo's unconscious body to Urahara's shop expecting Urahara to help Ichigo right away. I was wrong. The little girl went out of control and suddenly attacked me. I saw this girl through Ichigo's memory before so I knew I wasn't allowed to simply kill her. Seeing Ichigo in my arms while trying to dodge the girl's attacks while trying not to kill her, Urahara finally controlled the girl. So much for automatically trying to help, I thought.
Urahara asked many different questions about Ichigo that some of the answers I didn't have. The only answer I could give was that Aizen found a way to tear me from Ichigo and he was using him as a way to get me to join him. Tessai forced me to wait in the front of the shop while they took Ichigo's body to the basement. Loyally staying at the front, I kept in touch with Ichigo in my mind, making sure he was still alive. Simply brushes as a response was always what I needed as I kept my busy in the front. I knew Ichigo was getting better because in every brush to his mind, he responsive brushes became harder. Not an hour ago, the response almost felt like a complete shove.
Lying on my back, I sipped my tea and closed my eyes. I brushed against Ichigo's mind and he responded with a harder brush. I smiled, knowing full well that my King was going to be fine. Taking another sip of my tea, I heard footsteps a few feet from me. Opening my eyes, I found Urahara standing with bags under his eyes and his blonde hair disorganized. He smiled weakly behind his white fan and stood next to me. "Ichigo's going to be just fine Shirosaki. You can go down to the cellar with him. I expect him waking up in the next week or so."
Not asking how he knew my name, I grunted out thanks and handed him my half drunken tea before making it down to the cellar. Seeing Ichigo sleeping on his back, I sat down next to him and sighed. I missed the way we fought and the arguments we had on some topics. I missed the brawls we had and the time we battled together in the battle field. I missed the way he greeted me every morning once he awoke, even though not a second ago we would be having an argument. I missed my King.
Looking down at the sleeping figure, I smiled. I really enjoyed being near my King. Looking down at his beautiful face, I brushed away the orange hair in his face and kissed his temple. He murmured something I couldn't hear. Smiling down at my King, I brought my lips on his cheek. I got the same response. In that second, I realized, I love my King.