Update: I realized how shitty - shitty not crappy - this chapter was, so I went back and fixed it. I didn't see how bad writer's block influenced this chapter by shittifying it. :( My apology is forthcoming. Hope this is better:)
...I'm still fixing it, yet I feel I must apologize again. :( This is bad.
This chapter is full of slash, boyxboy, fluff, lemon, non-con…all rolled up into the chapter known as Metamorphoze. Next chapter will not have these elements for those of you who have been avoiding them.
I (still) do not own Bleach, just all my crappy stories (uh, still).
Metamorphoze
There.
That pulse. He felt it before.
Ichigo's brow furrowed in concentration. Maybe it was just his imagination; he was thinking about the boy an awful lot lately. Really he wasn't that great at reading reiatsu; how could he be so certain it was Uryuu?
Just his imagination.
Maybe.
"We've got a lot of hollows to beat down, so let's get to it." He heard himself say, still trained on the location that caught his attention.
Subconsciously, he headed toward the outcropping of trees that emitted the small telltale energy. Secretly, Ichigo hoped that the signature was a fluke; Uryuu was safe, staying at the Urahara Shoten like he'd asked him to.
Unfortunately, he knew Uryuu better than that.
Changing from the languid pace that he held until then, he broke into a speed he never knew he had. The world seemed to phase by instantly to the soul reaper as he ran toward the intended destination.
Rukia blinked.
Ichigo was just standing there moments ago.
She had turned to indicate to Urahara that they would head westerly along the Memorial Bridge to eliminate hollow activity, and when she looked back, Ichigo was no longer with them.
Moreover, he had disappeared completely. No one could just vanish.
Unless…flash steps?
Rukia picked the last direction her partner shinigami had taken and broke into a run.
Where did that strawberry go?
The Quincy fell to his knees, a raspy sound emitting from burning lungs as he tried to coerce steady even breathing.
That last shot took everything out of him. He no longer had the energy to stand.
It was with mixed hope and dread that he felt the familiar pulse of reiatsu from Kurosaki Ichigo. Looks like he'd have to be saved again, he chuckled to himself. Was he really that hopeless?
The Quincy's chest heaved, coughing blood as he slumped forward a bit. Silently, he apologized to his rival shinigami companion.
I'm sorry, Ichigo. Maybe I should have listened. I got myself into a situation now. Why couldn't I had just done like you asked? Right now I would be waiting for your return. We would be together.
Why? Why was I so stupid?
Uryuu could feel the trail running down the corner of his mouth, chilling against the cool night's air.
Suddenly, he felt like laughing.
It was so absurd for a Quincy to be in such a ridiculous predicament. Wasn't he better than that? To be waiting for rescue – he should be shot with his own bow for degrading the Quincy name. Foolish and helpless. Ishida was not 'The Last Quincy'. That title died with his grandfather.
Ichigo's reiatsu was closer now – "Can you find me, Kurosaki Ichigo? I'm right here waiting for you. Be quick and rescue me."
Uryuu giggled - it was most definitely the poison in his system making him react this way. He was listing slightly to the right, slumping back on his legs. His thoughts were an incoherent jumble of chaos, much like the words tumbling from his lips.
With one final effort, he rose on his heels to rest on his knees. Gazing into the darkened sky, he whispered.
"I'm here, Ichigo." The Quincy slowly sighed, the air escaping from his lungs.
Then all went black.
Ichigo tore through the underbrush upon feeling the waning spirit power of Ishida. Cursing various insults at the Quincy name under his breath, he vowed that he would pound Uryuu into the ground for coming out here. Yeah, he'd make sure he was nice and well, then beat him so bad he'd send him to Soul Society himself. Yep – he'd even do the retard's konso.
Entering the clearing, he could feel Uryuu's reiatsu in the center of the grassy patch. No sooner his eyes locked onto the white uniform, blowing slightly in the wind. The boy was on his knees, seemingly searching the night sky.
Damn Quincy. He thought. "Are you alright Ishida? Let's get you the hell away from here. You're in no condition for hollow reaping – besides we've got the situation …under …control?" As he neared the downed companion, Ichigo could see signs on his body that the boy had just recently been involved in a battle; small punctures on his chest and small quills dotted the normally pristine white cloak, a mixture of blood and green liquid smeared down the front of his tunic. A small trickle of blood trailed down to his chin, and his breathing yielded a faint gurgling in his throat. Uryuu's eyes were clouded over as his listless gaze rendered on Ichigo's face.
"Help me, Ichigo…" the voice failed, cut off by the ripple of mucus and a fresh trail of red against his pale cheek.
Ichigo hurried over to the boy, stopping mid stride as a wan chuckle emitted from the Quincy. It rose to a eerie laugh, somewhat inhibited by the fluid in his chest; it made the sound all the more intimidating and sinister.
"Is that what you would have liked me to say, Ichigo?" Uryuu stood, wavering only slightly before continuing. "Do you want to rescue me?"
Ichigo paled. What was going on? What was this force?
"Come on Ichigo - let's go. I'm sure you'll make me feel better." A wisp of reiatsu wove out to touch Ichigo's, jagged needles running through his body at the touch. The shinigaimi, shuddered, chills arching across his spine. Orange hairs pricked on his neck as the tendrils clawed at his spirit energy, burning and shredding through his reiatsu.
"Wha – Ishida, what's wrong?" Ichigo gulped the lump in his throat, but the feeling remained. He went rigid as Uryuu spoke.
"Nothing, my dear." The phrase hung strangely in the air as Uryuu came forward, caressing the tanned cheek of the soul reaper. "I missed you, that's all."
It was with shock and dismay that he realized that his body stayed riveted to the spot: He was forced to watch as Ishida's lips strayed ever closer to his. The zanpakuto that had until that moment been in his hand, clattered loudly to the ground.
"After all, I am apart of you, too…" A chaste kiss, deadly on his lips as he felt the cold presence linger there. "This Quincy is fun, but he is not you. That is why I have done everything to ensure this boy lives; as a way to prove my good intentions."
Ichigo's thoughts traveled. What is this spiritual force? Is it Jouten, somehow taken over Ishida? It felt so familiar!
He spat a curse against the icy hand against his cheek, the glare of glasses casting a shade over Uryuu's eyes. Delicate hands moved over the kimono, against the warmth of his chest, sapping the heat away with one touch.
"Damn you, Jouten! Get out of Uryuu's body!" Ichigo's voice tore out of his body, forcing against the cold reiatsu of the hollow.
The shrill voice of laughter cut through his cry. "Jouten? You think this miraculous takeover was incurred by such a lowly incarnation? I killed him long ago." Uryuu's hands went wide as he arched to the sky. "My power is that of perfection! But you should know that, King." Stressing the last word with daggers in his eyes, the metallic shine glinting from the frames in a devious light.
King? Ichigo searched himself; once he had heard an echo of someone call him that. Once, when Urahara had incurred this transformation: After calling out Zangetsu's name, when he had fallen. He had beaten the hollow threatening to consume him – he had won. A voice echoed to him as he slipped into unconsciousness.
It had called him king.
"You." Ichigo's voice dropped. "How –"
The hollow had pressed a chilled finger against the soul reaper's lips. "Don't ask such stupid questions, or I'll claim you as well."
Ichigo's scowl deepened. He was confused. Hadn't he won?
Uryuu's visage looked the same – how could he know that this was him?
Uryuu smirked. "Can't you tell?" The smile widened at the astonished look on Ichigo's face. "I may be in this body, but we are still joined, you and I – I am you, remember? That will never change." Ishida's body pressed close to Ichigo's accentuating the point. "Always." The hollow explained, grinding against the folds of fabric between them.
The shinigami's teeth gritted. "Get off." Ichigo mustered as much malice as he could put into one phrase, but Uryuu simply smiled. It was an inhuman smirk, completely contrast to the permanent frown etched into Ichigo's face. It derailed his attempt of being intimidating.
"I…thought you were just a voice…" Ichigo whispered, unable to break the trance between them.
The hollow backed off, seemingly offended. "I am your partner – we walk together in this life of ours – I will always be your twin, your equal…" Uryuu moved closer again, this time directly stimulating the lower regions of Ichigo's body.
"I thought …you were only in my mind…" Ichigo resisted the kiss, but only momentarily. As much as he convinced himself that this was not Ishida, his body reacted with the touch, and he felt a familiar heat rise in his gut.
"I was, and now I am both; inside and out. That's why I volunteered to help your Quincy – you remember old man Zangetsu's warning right? There would be consequences." He punctuated each word with a kiss, each becoming deeper until he felt the cool tongue slide into mouth, wrestling with the other inside.
It was then that he knew he couldn't resist – the hollow was him, and now it had a form in the shape of the one true rival and love of Kurosaki Ichigo. A tear slid from a closed lid at the admittance; he whispered an apology to the archer for not being able to foresee and prevent this from happening.
"Don't be so melodramatic." The hollow hissed against his lips. "Your Quincy whore is still alive. Just as I am alive in you. But this is fun, is it not? I finally have a body with which to play with you. Gives a whole new meaning to 'mind fuck', does it not?" The hollow chuckled at its own crude joke, pulling his fingers through the silky raven locks on his head.
Ichigo's eyes widened at the implication.
Suddenly fingers had dug into his scalp, pulling the shocked soul reaper into a crushing kiss, biting and nipping and almost snarling into the skin. The treatment was rough and demanding, the bites leaving red welts along the light skin. It was harsh and painful, but Ichigo realized to some dismay that he liked it.
There was a moment before Ichigo realized that he was moving again, caressing and returning the same painful treatment against Uryuu. Realizing that he couldn't do this, he tried to break off the strange trance that had captured him.
"Stop – this is Uryuu's body – you can't make him do this!"
The hollow licked his lips. "Are you talking about the Quincy, or yourself?" teasing the bottom lip with his teeth, he responded. "Because he isn't as against it as you."
Obi was undone and hakama removed, the hollow scoring skin along the way. Ichigo hissed as the nails dug into his skin, and again as the hollow took him into his mouth.
The soul reaper fisted the raven hair, pulling tightly to elicit some moaning from the man below him. It was meant to hurt, but he knew the hollow wanted it to.
It was amazing that no one had detected their presence; though he had a feeling that somehow the hollow was behind it. He must have masked their reiatsu…this thought passed only briefly as the hollow wound behind the shinigami, pressing at his backside with his body, erection grinding within strained clothing.
They both hissed as the zipper was tugged down, the hardened member pressing in between the cheeks as Uryuu's hands snaked around the front to grasp Ichigo's manhood.
In his mind, Ichigo was screaming that this whole thing was wrong, that it couldn't be happening. Knowing what was about to happen next and that there was no time to prepare, he knew what the hollow would do - and that it would hurt.
Hell yes.
It was with great remorse that he admitted that he wanted that, he wanted the hollow to force into him; the pain the joy…everything that the hollow knew how to do to him. The way he spoke, the way he touched – he almost didn't feel the stab of pain as the hollow arched into him, the shaft pushing into the entrance. His cry was cut short by the rough kiss, lips seized by cold hands.
They fell to their knees together, Ichigo spreading wider to grant the hollows brutal invasion of his body. His hands fisted into blades of grass, the delicate strands popping as he pulled them from the ground in his grasp. Hot tears streaked involuntarily as the hollow began to move, whispering into Ichigo's ear with the mouth of Ishida Uryuu.
"I finally get to have you. I've waited so long for this opportunity – lived inside your world waiting for you. I've admired you – lusted for you…because you are my king." The hollow thrusted and Ichigo cried out again, this time more in ecstasy than in pain, as he brushed against his prostate.
"I know everything about you, king…even that." A second thrust, causing Ichigo to push back against pressure. Droplets beaded on his brow, sweat starting to form though the night air was chilled. Fingers dug into the dirt as Ichigo grunted. The friction became less as the two men became slick against each other.
"Kuso…shut up and fuck me already." Ichigo spoke through clenched teeth.
The hollow moaned, yet Ichigo couldn't escape that it sounded like Uryuu. Not having to be told twice, the hollow obliged, slamming headlong into the opening quickly and rhythmically. The only sounds heard between the two men were panting, moaning and the wet slap of skin. The hollow purposely brushed against the prostate lightly, teasing the other boy.
Ichigo could feel that he was close - the hollow wrapped his arm around the soul reaper and pumped the shaft in time, sending the boy forcefully to orgasm, the spurting liquid covering the ground and slicking his hand.
The hollow was soon to follow, pulsing into Ichigo's body in waves. Both breathed heavily, panting aloud into each other's skin.
The hollow was the first to compose itself, adjusting the white clothing and brushing off the remaining darts impaled in his shoulder. Adjusting the glasses in a very Ishida-esque pose, the hollow grinned.
Ichigo quickly assembled and donned his uniform, pausing to give Uryuu a deep frown. He only glanced at the item lying at his feet while pulling on the hakama.
"What do we do now, king?" the hollow raised his arms. "Shall we –"
The hollow didn't see it coming. Ichigo didn't think twice. It was the only way.
The tip of Zangetsu pushed against the archer's chest, incurring a surprised stare from the hollow.
"How did you –"
Ichigo grimaced, threatening to push the blade deeper.
Midnight eyes looked upon the soul reaper. The visage changed somewhat, replaced by a look of remorse.
"Do it, Ichigo. It's the only way to get rid of him." Ishida had spoken this time. "I wasn't meant to live."
Ichigo hesitated. He couldn't kill Uryuu. The blade faltered.
The expression changed, and the hollow cackled. Then he vanished from the tip of his zanpakuto.
Ishida Uryuu had vanished.
AN: Thanks to Orichalcon's remix 'Oddworld - Abe's Oddysee The Monsaic OC Remix' for helping me write the chapter. Great song, very moody. :)