Ichigo flopped onto the ground, having trained all day at the Urahara ShÅten. As soon as his head touched the ground, he fell fast asleep.
Hichigo appeared next to him, casually ambling up to Urahara, who was resting against a rock, eyes closed. "Hey can you make a gigai for me?"
Startled, Urahara's eyes snapped up and was horrified to see a hollow that resembled Ichigo. "Why would I ever help a hollow?! How did you even get in here?!"
"I got in here because you let me in," Hichigo said, grinning.
"I did not let you in!" Urahara snapped.
"Yes, you did! I'm Hichigo, the hollow that lives inside of that sleeping idiot over there," Hichigo said, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at Ichigo.
"Oh, really?" Urahara asked in surprise.
"Can you make me a gigai or not?" Hichigo grumbled, impatient.
"Yes, I can. However, since you and Ichigo are one spirit force, you cannot stay out for very long. If you do, you will die," Urahara warned, climbing up the ladder to his store, motioning for Hichigo to follow.
Urahara led Hichigo to a back room.
After about an hour and a half later, they made their way back to Ichigo's sleeping form.
"It will take three days to complete."
"Alright, I'll see you then," Hichigo said, disappearing into Ichigo's inner world.
Urahara allowed Ichigo to sleep for another hour before sending him home.
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While on a swing again, Hichigo addressed his shinigami-half. "Oi, Ichigo, this is the last swing! You need to get fucked again!" Hichigo exclaimed, swinging high.
"No! I don't want to get caught by my dad again!" Ichigo snapped.
He paused in his trek across a road on his way home. "Wait... My dad caught me having sex..."
"Get out of middle of the road, you dip-shit!!" Hichigo snarled, furious.
Ichigo quickly dodged a car, leaping to safety on the sidewalk. "My dad saw me in my spirit form, right?"
"Yeah, he saw us. Why?" Hichigo asked, rolling his eyes.
"Since when can he see spirits?"
Then realization crossed Hichigo's face. However, he was distracted by another thought that had crossed his mind. "Does that make your dad my dad, too?"
"I don't know! Don't change the subject!" Ichigo growled, half-way home. "I'm definitely not going to talk to him ever again."
"Liar. You'll talk to that old man before tomorrow."
Right as he said that, Hichigo's swing disappeared beneath him. He fell surprisingly graceful down to a building. "Damn. Time for you to get fucked again. Get your ass home," Hichigo hissed, pissed-off that his swing was gone.
The rest of the trip home was silent.
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Earlier that day, Isshin barged into Ichigo's room to find Kon on his son's bed. "Kon! Where is Ichigo?"
Kon was startled by the sudden appearance and fell off the bed.
"Mr. Kurosaki! Hi," Kon greeted nervously as he picked himself up from the floor.
"Where's Ichigo? I don't know. He left a while ago through his window. I think it was fifteen minutes after the bathroom incident."
Kon instantly regretted what he had said when a murderous look crossed Isshin's face. The plush toy grimaced.
"How did you know about what happened in the bathroom?" Isshin asked, stepping forward.
"I was there..." Kon answered meekly, making to escape through the window.
He was caught by Isshin before he could move from his spot.
"Then why was there a hollow fucking my son?!" Isshin shouted, forcing himself to not wring Kon's neck. "How did he get in there, and why didn't Ichigo fight him?!"
Kon winced as he felt Isshin's hands slowly squeeze.
"I don't know, but he threatened to hurt your family if Ichigo didn't do what he wanted last night!"
Isshin dropped Kon.
"Last night?! What the hell do you mean by last night?!"
"That same hollow came here last night! Ichigo seemed to enjoy the sex that he got from the hollow! So, I guess he came back for round two!" Kon gasped out, crawling under the bed for protection.
"...Did he, now? Anything else that the hollow may have said?" Isshin asked, bending over to drag Kon out from under the bed.
"Yes, did say something else... He said, 'Are you confident enough in your skills without Zangetsu that you're gonna risk your family?' Then he said, 'If you don't keep me entertained, I'm gonna have to go find fun elsewhere.' He also called Ichigo 'King' for some reason..."
"I'll talk to him later. I have to go to sign him up for the Day of the Dead. I'll be back after eight o' clock tonight," Isshin said, lips tightening as he left the room.
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Ichigo arrived at his house and noted that all the lights were out. Opening the door, he slowly entered, cautious of any tricks his father might have planned. Seeing that there were none, he crept into the kitchen, spotting a note.
It said:
Dear Ichigo,
Please don't leave the house until I talk to you. I hope you are feeling better. I'll be home later tonight. There is leftover pizza in the refrigerator for you to eat.
Your sisters are at a friend's house. They won't be back until Monday afternoon.
You don't need to tell me the whole story because I got the gist of it from Kon.
Your loving, strong, best-looking father alive,
Isshin
Ichigo reread the note before he crumbled it and tossed it in the garbage can.
'I'm going to kill Kon. This is all his fault, and now he's talking to Dad about it,' he thought angrily, opening the refrigerator for the pizza his father had mentioned.
"Wasn't there a 'P.S.' on the note?" Hichigo asked, appearing. He snatched the note from the garbage can, scanning the scrawling handwriting.
"I don't care," Ichigo grumbled, setting the pizza in the microwave to heat up.
"Ah, Ichi, you need to read this 'P.S.'," Hichigo said, waving the paper in front of Ichigo's face.
P.S. I'm signing you up for the Day of the Dead ceremony.
"WHAT?!" Ichigo roared, dropping his pizza.
Hichigo leaped for it, grinning at his catch. He hoped to get laid later for his kindness.
"Careful, King. You dropped your food," Hichigo scolded lightly. "Hey, since your pops won't be back for two hours, do you want to have a quickie?"
He was about to place the pizza on the counter for Ichigo to retrieve, but an idea formed in his head. Hichigo turned and sped out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards Ichigo's room.
"Hey, that's my dinner! Get back here!" Ichigo snarled, pursuing his hollow.
When he turned around a corner, he watched in horror as Hichigo devoured a slice of the pizza.
"This is good. No wonder humans eat this so much," Hichigo leered at Ichigo, fingering another slice. "Relax. There are still two left."
With a grin, he stepped in Ichigo's room, holding the plate out for Ichigo to take possession of.
Ichigo stopped short, warily reaching for the plate, waiting for Hichigo to change his mind. However, he did not, and Ichigo recovered his stole plate successfully. He bit down on the warm cheese, closing his eyes.
It was good.
After they finished eating, Hichigo tugged on Ichigo's jeans.
Ichigo reared backwards, snarling, "Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"
"Pulling down your pants," Hichigo stated, moving forwards to try again. "Come on. That old man will be gone for another hour and a half. That's plenty of time for a good 'roll in the hay.' I promise to be gentle. I just want to try something new with you. I'm sure you will enjoy this very much."
Ichigo reluctantly allowed Hichigo into his comfort space.
After the jeans were quickly ripped off, Hichigo shoved Ichigo on top of the bed and kissed him full on the lips. He nipped at Ichigo's bottom lip for access, which Ichigo granted. The hollow dipped his tongue deep inside, sensually exploring Ichigo's mouth.