He is my King, My Aibou
Chapter 6: Don't move
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I stared at the blue ceiling with painted white clouds. The ceiling reminded me a lot of Ichigo's sideways world that I used to live in, excluding that I wasn't laying on a sideways building but hard dirt ground. My body was sore but it was alright, as long as Ichigo was comfortable and getting fully recovered. My spiritual pressure continued to surround us both but I now had to force it out. Three days now. Three days since Ichigo was on the brink of death. Three days of having to hold Ichigo in my arms. I know I said sometime not that long ago that I missed holding him but right now, at this very moment, I really want to move. Now.
"Don't move Shirosaki." Urahara retorted for the hundredth time this day.
"I know that dumbass! If I could move I would have already!" I yelled out, holding myself back from attacking the snickering, fan waving idiot.
Three days straight I had to deal with the idiots rambling. Oh Kami, I just want to kill him.
He waved his fan back and forth while grinning, "Now, now Mr. Shirosaki. I don't think your little strawberry would enjoy waking up to an angry hollow."
I yelled at him, "Then leave me the Fuck alone you asswipe!"
He continued to chant out loud to not move while swishing the fan back and forth in my face. "Get. That. Fucking. Thing. Out. Of. My. Fucking. Face. NOW!"
He continued his ranting, that bastard. Clenching and unclenching my fists, I stared down at Ichigo and suddenly, I became very calm. I smiled down at him and ran my fingers through his hair, completely ignoring the annoying hat wearing soul reaper. "I'm fine Ichigo; you don't need to send waves of calmness to me. Just relax." There was a brush against my mind in response but Ichigo didn't respond anymore then that. "You have to get better dammit. Why won't you wake up?"
I was depressed. Not enough to want to cry but enough for the unconscious orange haired soul reaper to notice and try to send out waves of good emotions. "As long as you're healthy and wake up soon, I won't be depressed. Just…get better." For three days I would simply speak to Ichigo about random things to get my mind off his bad health but somehow, I just keep believing he's going to take one last breath before he finally dies. I shook my head back and forth fiercely, pushing those thoughts away quickly. I couldn't think these thoughts because it would cause the unconscious teen to worry.
Though I now have my own body to move around in and I am no longer connected to Ichigo in terms of spiritual pressure, we are still connected mentally and emotionally. Even though unconscious and not really in an situation to feel emotion, I can feel the emotions he emanates from dreaming, even if he's not showing any emotion but peace on his sleeping face. Right at this second, I could feel that he was happy but scared. Not really scared but more like he was anxious of something. I ran my fingers through his hair again before bending forward and brushing my lips against his warm chapped ones.
I enjoyed the soft brush of lips against mine. Sparks went off from my mind and through my body in waves. I smiled down once at him before brushing his lips against mine once more before slowly pulling back up. In a blink of an eye, hands grasped both sides of my head and forced my face closer to Ichigo's, my lips pressed roughly against his. My eyes widened in surprise and I looked to find foggy chocolate brown eyes staring back into mine. I broke the kiss but kept real close to his face. He frowned lightly before pulling me down to kiss him again, "Don't move."
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