Requested by Kiharu Lamperouge- thank you
Ichigo, Zangestsu x Muramasa
Mental
Ichigo was pretty sure that he was going mental.
Every time he slept he saw Muramasa walking towards him; every time he closed his eyes he saw that strange, unsmiling face on his eyelids. He wasn't sure why it was happening, but he was blushing every time, and it was causing some extraordinarily awkward questions whenever it happened in school.
"Oi, old man? What's going on in there?"
All that came back to him was the ringing echo of an almost-smug silence, and the fleeting glimpse of a self-satisfied smile.
Inside his head, Muramasa ran his fingers underneath the wavering cloth of Zangetsu's coat, scraping across his still-covered skin with his long fingernails.
"You know, we are worrying him somewhat."
Zangetsu's eyes were unreadable, but he let Muramasa lean his spiritual body against him, the fur around his collar snaring the strands of his own, dark hair that flew about him on an improbably breeze. Their hands were the strange coolness that only those without a true physical form can have; their bodies moved with disembodied calmness against each other.
Ichigo woke to the haunting touch of something that he did not want to think about and the feeling of being worryingly unclean. There was something going on inside his head, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to find out what it was.