BREATH OF LIFE
Disclaimer:I don't own Bleach or Tokyo Ghoul. Or the songs mentioned from this point onward. Kudos to people who recognize the songs, though.
Shout Out: I so want to sulk now it's not even funny. I really thought you all would see the two lovebirds as friends first, not instant pairing. Oh well, the cat's out of the bag. R.A Cross, this one is for you, and hope you like it. Adel Mortescryche, here's answer to your question. (And yes, Ichigo liking chocolate is a canon.) Pyrofoxxxx...they didn't kiss. Didn't cuddle. Didn't do anything lovey-dovey except going on a manhunt together, like good old buddies. Or something. So tell me again, just where did you see all the hearts and snuggles and cuddles in previous chapters again? (Not that you were wrong, but I am morbidly curious for some reason. I was sure you would've mistaken them as friends if I hadn't added that darned tag before proceeding to smash those two universes together.)
Warnings: AU-verse, SLASH; KurosakiIchigo/Arima Kishou(younger version, of course) and Ichigo's little life problem.
004 – Engel
He was no angel.
In fact, he was sure that he was already assured a nice corner in hell for his doings.
He had moved away from his family (his sisters,) to protect them.
It had taken a long and painful row with the Goat-face, but after that disastrous evening, Ichigo was changed… and not for the better.
A week after the surgery, he was allowed to go home.
The worst thing was when he couldn't eat - not that he didn't try, but he truly couldn't.
But everything, no matter how delicious, ended in the toilet bowl.
Ramen tasted like slimy, rotten worms.
Rice was like eating chewy gravel.
Fishes tasted like burnt rubber.
And oh, the horror of all horrors - chocolate now tasted like despair.
Ichigo could have cried. Wait, he did cry. He outright bawled, even.
It was by pure dumb luck he had discovered black coffee staved some of that horrible gnawing in his stomach. He had to be careful, though. Goat-face would have had an aneurysm if he found Ichigo drinking black coffee of all things at the tender age of six.
He had to go away. He had to protect his sisters from the monster that now resided within his skin.
He had to.
To Be Continued