My Land

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the song. And you knew it.

Warnings: Happy ending sex and bad language. And crappy grammar! You can't escape the crappy grammar. If you use your imagination, you can see IkkakuxYumichika pairing.

Author's note: This is the end of the story for Shiro's and Ichi's part, there will be still small epilogue by Grimmjow after this. Then it's FINALLY over.

I also noticed that there were no 'change-in-the-POV' marks in the last chapter, sorry about that. I went and corrected it.

And reviewers: I love you. Everyone who has read this far must be really understanding and patient. Free imaginary cookies for everybody!

Part Eight:

Ikkaku took a sip of his sake and pressed his chin on top of his hand. That had been interesting story indeed, and the bald wasn't sure did he believed it or not. This evil, bad ass arrancar had fallen in love with Ichigo, held whole Soul Society as a hostage for the sake of keeping the boy and had then lost a battle against almost dead hollow? That made no fucking sense.

Yumichika was of course excited as hell. The fruitcake loved sappy stories, and what would be sappier than one brave hollow fighting for his beloved, willing to sacrifice his own life in the name of the purest of feelings that had ever lived in the heart of the mankind?

Complete bullshit. The third seat took another gulp of his drink.

Grimmjow's army had beleaguered Rukongai many weeks, and shinigami had faced a great problem: how were they supposed to protect plus souls while same time defending Seireitei? The whole population was impossible to pack into the fortress, which forced shinigami to scatter all over the Soul Society instead of fighting in bigger groups. Captains were worried how everything would turn out, some were already expecting a great slaughter.

But hollows didn't attack, they held their places like they were waiting for something. This made shinigami even more nervous that they already were.

Then at one day they just started to wither. Shinigami stood their mouths open and watched how the howling army of hollows was guided back to the Hueco Mundo by couple of low rank arrancars, who acted just like lieutenants.

No more than couple hours later Ichigo had rampaged through the gate, holding unconscious replica of himself in his arms. Gate guards had pointed him with their zanpakutous, but the fiery teen had threaten to put them in their asses if they wouldn't take him to the fourth division right now.

Guards had accepted, which was completely understandable from Ikkaku's point of view. Ichigo never swallows his words, and no one likes to walk around zanpakutou buried in his or her ass.

"Amazing, Shiro-san!" Yumichika had swallowed every word, of course. Pretty man's dark eyes were shining with tears. "That is so beautiful! Ne, what happened after you had beaten Grimmjow?

Shirosaki, Yumichika and Ikkaku were in the fourth division, talking and spending the afternoon. Or Shiro and Yumi were talking, Ikkaku was mostly drinking. Ichigo had said he would be just 'keeping company for the girls'. Bald shinigami had thought he had meant real women, not just girly men. He didn't dare to say it aloud, though, or Yumi would kick his ass.

The hollow smiled. "Well, I don't really know, but I guess he tried to wake me up but with no succes. Then he brought me here, so I could have soul particles and recover in peace."

Yumichika clapped his hands together. "That is so romantic! I wonder where is he now."

The hollow smiled, blushing a little. Ikkaku could tell that Shiro and the fifth seat were the same. All those years inside Ichigo's head had taughtthe hollow some 'ugly' words, but those eyes belonged to a hopeless romantic. Fucking girls. When would they start to talk about clothes and make up? Ikkaku sure was waiting for it.

"He hasn't talked to me properly after I woke up in here", Shiro said in sad tone "I wonder if he is okay. Things like that leave a scar..."

Again, Ikkaku said nothing. But in this matter, girly hollow was absolutely right. Bald shinigami himself wondered, where the orange head had gone.

--

In my dreams

I climb the hills I see

and let a gentle breeze

lead me to the plains I once have seen

Ichigo was home again. Funny, he had never realized how relaxing this place really was. White clouds sailed on the sky, soft grass under his back was much more comfortable than any bed ever.

The storm was nowhere near coming in Soul Society. It was as beautiful as sky in his inner world right now, clear blue which held no worries of evil world.

Clear blue sky

I swim in lakes I find

In the other hand, it was as blue as Grimmjow's hair.

Shinigami closed his eyes and let himself return to the past for a moment. Only couple days ago, but it was sure like from another life.

Actually Grimmjow hadn't been that bad. Ichigo felt like he should suffer and cry, but when thinking the arrancar, he felt nothing special. No fear, no anger. Not love, either.

"Say you are my bitch."

Maybe shame. For being used and raped, but he hated more himself than Grimmjow. Maybe the Espada had really loved Ichigo, in his own way.

"I am your bitch."

Ichigo reached out his hand and blocked the sun from coming his face with it.Sunbeams glowed from between his fingers, making it really look like he had captured the sun.

Some things, he guessed, were just not meant to be forgiven.

But still, thanks from realising the truth in time. You didn't want to kill me slowly, you just took what you wanted.

Young shinigami stood up and headed off to the fourth division. Shame was burning in his soul, but there was no way he wouldn't apologize from his one and only true lover.

--

Ikkaku shook his bottle a little; it was depressingly light. The liquid inside had disappeared quickly, and Ichigo was still not there. The hollow had turned more and more quiet, his two colored eyes looking out from the window with worried expression.

The fruitcake had of course asked him what was wrong. Shiro had looked him sadly and said that he was not sure did Ichigo want to come back to him.

Yumi had hugged the almost crying hollow, and Ikkaku had downed the rest of his bottle with one giant gulp. This was simply too much for his manly brain.

Speaking of the devil, orange head opened the door. He stood in the doorway, not sure what to do next.

Yumichika graped Ikkaku's hand and started dragging the other out. "Good luck!" he whispered, so loud that his words were probably heard by wall neighbours.

Ikkaku followed prettier man out, and shot one last glare over his shoulder. 'Don't brake that bastard, boy', he announced through the eye contact, 'he has made good friends with Yumi.'

Younger one simply told him to suck ass. It was strange how exact phrases could be sent only by eyes.

--

The duo left the room, leaving the door open a little. Shiro narrowed his eyes; he knew his new friend pretty well already.

"Yumichika-san, could you please fuck off? Eavesdropping is a really a bad habit."

"Such foul language", voice complained from the other side of the door, but left them alone anyway. The door slid close, for real this time.

Ichigo sat down beside his hollow and hugged him close. Shiro returned the gesture with full force, holdig his partner close.

"Why you weren't here when I woke up?", he muttered against Ichigo's neck "I already thought that you weren't coming at all."

Ichigo sighed and ruffled his hollow's hair. "Like I would do that", he whispered, "just took me some time to get used that, you know, we are here again. Everything is alright, nothing to worry about."

Shirosaki pulled himself apart from his lover for a while, and stared into his eyes suspiciously. "Is Everything okay? After all the things he said he has done to you, I can't believe that."

Little smile appeared on Ichigo's face, just for a second. "Yeah, I think I will remember those forever. Can't do anything about it, but don't worry, year or two and they will haunt me only in my dreams." Young shinigami's eyes darkened by the memories.

The hollow frowned. He didn't want Ichigo to remember those things, especially not now. He put his hands on back of his Ichigo's neck and swung them around, Ichigo ending to the bottom.

"Are you sure that this is the right time of doing this? We are still in the wing of the fourth division, this is like hospital, someone might... might... oh god, keep doing that..."

Ichigo's complaining was soon silenced not only by the sweet mouth kissing his lips, but also strong hips rocking on his front.

Shirosaki's grin was similiar to a child with a big lollipop. "Then we just have to do this little quieter this time, don't ya think? Shame, I would have loved you to call my name when you come..."

Shinigami tried to moan silently, which Shiro stopped with his white hand. "Shh, you said it yourself. We have to be quiet this time."

Without waiting a nod, the hollow started taking off Ichigo's clothes. Shinigami uniform was easy to get rid of, and soon the cloth was laying on the corner of the room, forgotten.

Under him, Ichigo was panting heavily and arching his back. His face was flushed, his eyes dark with lust. The hollow adored the sight, so much that he had stop for a minute and just look the handsome face of his lover and another half.

"What are you waiting for?" shinigami hissed, discontented. "It has been too long since we have had sex, and I don't want to wait another second."

Shirosaki smrked. "As you wish, my king", he said, and lowered himself a top of Ichigo's cock.

Both of them moaned, but the voice drowned to a sweet kiss they shared. The white one stopped his movements, the feeling of Ichigo's cock inside of him was same time the perfect bliss and shredding pain. The pain didn't last too long, thought, and soon he was again swinging in his lovers arms, dancing on his lap in the sweetest rhythm.

Their previous conversation now forgotten, the moans filled the small room. Shirosaki glazed down to his lover, and met the softest and most loving eyes full of lust and passion.

They came together, pleasure sending them both to the starry sky, and the land of dreams.

'This is how it is supposed to be' was his last thought before he fell asleep, sight of Ichigo's beautiful eyes still in his mind.

--

His white lover was curled up against his chest, purring like a little kitty Ichigo knew he was. Innocently sleeping, still not realising the true motives of arrancar. Shinigami kissed his forehead. 'You can make my homework for now on, but leave the people for me.'

All his live Ichigo had thought there was black and white, good and evil, and so shades of grey. Now he knew that there would be never one bright color, everything is little stained. Maybe it was good; the small faults could make something even more beautiful. They were marks that life was real people were real.

Their naked bodies bathed in the moonlight. Some things would never change. Small, meaningless things, that made the life worth of living.

That is how it is supposed to be.