A Hollow's Kitten
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.
Author's Notes: Possible idea I might play with, as a whole, I like the way the Bleach series is done too much to be really inspired to play around with it.
Yoruichi stared down at the mask in her hand and frowned slightly, a touch of uncertainty as it almost seemed to pulse in her hand, still warm from the heat of Ichigo's body. Pure bone white, save for the stripes of crimson that flowed vertically downwards. A hollow's mask.
Yet, Ichigo was still, quite obviously a shinigami. A tugging little thought wormed its way through her conscious as she shuddered slightly as a thought raced through her mind. Vizard. It couldn't be, it shouldn't be.
But still, the evidence was there in her hand. So warm, as it called to her, like a whisper in her ear. She knew, more than anything that she shouldn't have anything to do with it. That she should throw it away just as the shinigami from the Fourth division had done according to Ichigo.
But still, curiosity called her. There was so much about Ichigo that defied possibility, could it be? Finally, curiosity won against her better judgement, and the warm mask was lifted up, until she could feel it, pressed against the warm flesh of her cheeks.
"… You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, don't you kitten?" The voice was warm, teasing, almost taunting in her ear in a familiar tone.
Whirling, instinctively around, Yoruichi cursed softly under her breath as she found herself face to face with an Ichigo that wasn't. All around her the world had changed, suddenly without her even noticing as she found herself standing on the cool, smooth glass of a window. As she stood there on that side ways world, she jumped, backwards, putting some distance between herself and the amused figure in front of her as she took a moment to study it.
His skin and hair was a pure, alabaster white as he was dressed in the inverse of the typical shinigami robe. The white outer robe allowed a hint of black beneath it, while blending easily against the color of his skin. On his back, Zangetsu, in inverse just as the robe he wore stood, its cloth tassel black as it fluttered lightly in the cool wind that caressed across their bodies. But it was his eyes that drew her in.
Eyes that danced with a playful, almost feral glint of mischief and hunger. Irises, the same hue the Ichigo she knew watched her, set on a sea of black. A stark, heavy contrast that drew her attention back to them every time her gaze began to wander.
"Who are you?" Her own eyes narrowed as she watched the creature in the form of the boy smirk back as her before shrugging slightly as he lightly swept his tongue across his lips for a moment.
"Me? Well, right now I don't have a name." It fell so nonchalantly from his lips as he began to casually strut forward towards her. "But surely, that's not the question you really wanted to ask… You came to me, remember?"
"What are you?" She crouched backwards as her body grew tensed; eyes flashing as a growling hiss almost began to erupt from the depths of her throat while she watched the figure suddenly shift his direction, beginning to slowly stalk around her, lips drawn back into that feral grin.
"No, that's not it either." A whispered breath rippling through the air as it left his lips, soft, almost hoarse as it cut through the air, leaving her almost able to imagine its heat pressing against her skin once more.
"Oh, you want to play it that way then, hmmm?" Yoruichi smirked back at the creature, as she shifted herself, each time he moved, always keeping him in sight, always ready to move. "Sure you want to play cat and mouse with a cat, little hollow?"
"Mmm, now there's a question, little kitten." He chuckled a moment as he lightly shook his head and canted it to the side. "Not the one you really want to ask, but much, much more amusing than the others… But, am I really a hollow, hmmm? Am I the mouse in this little game, hmmm?"
"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I just couldn't be the mouse." Yoruichi countered as she stretched out just a bit. "Cheese just doesn't agree with me. I rather like the way I've kept my shape, thanks."
"What, little kitten, afraid I might just… Eat you up hmmm?" A tongue darted out for a moment, a chuckle following a moment later as the wet length of flesh teased across those pale lips. "Mmm… maybe I should have a taste, and see hmm?"
"You're definitely not Ichigo, that much is certain." Yoruichi noted as she shifted again, always keeping her eyes on the slightly hunched, predatory figure slowly stalking a circle around her.
"So sure, are you, little kitten?" He grinned again, even wider then as he paused, suddenly shifting as his hand strayed back, gripping hold of his blade for a moment. "Because, you could just be very wrong…" Suddenly, everything seemed to shift, and she was pressed back against his chest, against his warmth as his lips hovered above her ear while she could feel the contact of his nail lightly dragging against her neck. "I could be what Ichigo really is, without all those fears, all those doubts… When he stops struggling against what he thinks and embraces what he knows."
She had frozen at the shift, the contact, the shivering spike that his breath and touch sent shivering down her spine, before she suddenly made as if to dance away when the world shifted all over again, and he was again standing there in front of her, several feet away. As her fingers slipped up, she rubbed, unconsciously against her neck where he'd touched her, even as her eyes narrowed into golden slits. "A hollow then after all."
"Really now, little kitten?" He laughed slowly, wickedly as his eyes danced with that warm, pulsing hunger. "Am I trying to devour you hmmm? Am I trying to gobble you up?" The figure paused a moment, his eyes shifting as a predatory leer smirked across his features. "Well, at least not in that way." He shook his head, suddenly barking off a laugh as he casually brought his blade forward, stabbing it down onto the 'ground' and resting against it. "I hunger... just not for souls."
"Joy, I get to deal with the first hollow more interested in sex than devouring souls." Yoruichi shot back as she lightly rolled her eyes, masking her unease with amusement. "Sorry to disappoint, but not going to happen."
"Mmm sex, battle…" He shrugged slightly as shifted lazily around. "The thrill of the hunt… testing yourself against someone, blade to blade, fist to fist, body to body. A bit of pleasure, a bit of pain.. Mingling, aching through you. That pounding, shuddering sensation that makes you feel so alive!" He laughed then, a wild thing filled with another, shining glint of hunger. "Come now kitten, you can't tell me you haven't felt it!"
"No thanks." Yoruichi none-the less shivered heavily as she felt her eyes fall away from his, a slight flush slipping across her skin as she shifted carefully once more, still keeping her attention on the white figure. "Sorry, kid, but if you think I'm going to be going along with your little fantasies, you've got another thing coming."
"Mmm my my my… What's this I smell?" He chuckled softly as he inhaled, drawing in a deep breath before grinning as he continued. "Fear, hmmm? Desire too, but mostly just fear." Lightly he drew his finger up to his chin, tapping away at it in consideration. "But, fear of what I wonder, hmmm?"
"I think you need to get your nose checked, brat." Yoruichi countered as she settled back, eying the grinning figure in front of her as she glanced around studying their surroundings carefully.
"Heh, who knows?" The figure laughed again then his dark eyes half lidded as he lazily shifted the blade he rested against before lightly running a finger along the razor sharp edge. "Well, perhaps that little whispering part deep inside of you… I wonder…" The being wearing Ichigo's face paused a moment, rubbing his chin before he grinned wickedly back at her. "Am I unique? Or, is there one like me in every little shinigami?"
As he laughed again, Yoruichi took another step back for a moment, before she narrowed her eyes and slipped into a careful stance.