He Is my King, My Aibou
Chapter 5: Don't die
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. Oh how much I dreamed I did though
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He was dying. He was coughing up so much blood. His body was thrashing around wildly, hurting himself in the process. He screamed in pain and clutched his heart and stomach. Tears ran down his face, a light salty wet trail fallowed it. I didn't know what to do. I held onto his aching body, trying my hardest not to let him hurt himself. I yelled out for Urahara but I don't think I could yell louder then my poor King's screams.
I looked at his face as he coughed up more blood. It sprayed across my kimono and my face but I didn't care. I just wanted him to be alright. I didn't hear the footsteps from behind me but I did notice the yelling for my name. I turned around, Ichigo still clutched in my arms. As I was about to yell back at him, a shock wave of Ichigo's spiritual pressure suddenly hit me with full force. The energy was so wild, warm, and so familiar; I let it wrap itself around me.
I could hear someone yelling my name but the warm feeling was too good to ignore. It also belonged to my aibou so I knew I could trust it. I trust Ichigo. The energy grew stronger and it tightened itself around me, close to suffocating me. I pushed lightly with my own and suddenly I felt myself go out for a second before I realized I was standing while holding my aibou bridal style. He was no longer screaming and he was no longer in pain.
His spiritual pressure was still there wrapped around me but I suddenly realized that my own spiritual pressure was wrapped around both of us. I looked down at my aibou to find his face peaceful but his blood spilled all over his face. I sat myself down on the floor, encasing my spiritual around us both in a protective shell. I sat Ichigo on my lap and ran my hands through his orange locks before wiping the blood from his face away with the cloth of my kimono sleeve.
"Don't die aibou. Please, I still need you." I whispered the words to him, resting my head against his. I kissed his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks, then finally, his lips. His lips were warm and soft, like silk. My body exploded in an unknown feeling inside myself like a thousand butterflies finally escaped from deep inside my stomach and flew everywhere in my body. They left a tingling feeling all over me body, making it numb from the inside and out.
I could still taste the blood but I didn't mind. I kind of liked it. I rested my head against his and continued to chant that he couldn't die and that I loved him. I didn't care if he heard or not, I only wanted my aibou. I held him tighter against me as his body suddenly started to shake uncontrollably. My spiritual pressure became harder but kept its place wrapped around Ichigo. I growled lightly when Urahara came into my sight; my inner hollow coming out slightly to protect my mate.
He put his hands up and stood a few feet away, my spiritual pressure a light strain on his body. "Continue doing that Shirosaki, it's helping him. Keep your spiritual low but wrapped around only on you both."
I nod my head and wrapped it tighter around us, holding my aibou closer to me. I growled lightly at no one really. I was just angry. I glared at the ground and held him even tighter, but not enough to kill. I growled one last time.
"Don't die god damn you!"