Return to eroge routes, some gay shit in this chapter, so why are you reading this story if you don't like it?
Warning - no beta and shit, plus spelling errors can't be assed at the moment.
Go vote in the poll if you want to see some gay shit or not or traps fucked. I'm brain rotted enough to do anything almost. Plus the Genshin ost slaps hard. Like Rage Beneath the mountains, damn.
An example on the poll is like if you vote for the DxD x Bleach x everything, it's like this but more smutish maybe with more genshin characters, while this story might only have 2-4 genshin characters total maybe.
Ichigo wondered why it was so dark after dying; oddly enough, it was warm too. He moved his hand around him, wondering why this all felt too familiar. Finally, he found some to grab, its warmth radiation against him as he groped the object near him in the afterlife. His hand grasped the thing as it molded around his fingers, doughy, almost but firm. Squeezing it a few more times, he wondered what it was before a moan was released. Something that wasn't supposed to happen when one was dead. He realized the weight on top of him made it hard to breathe. Knowing that being dead didn't require him to breathe.
The knowledge of somehow still being alive ran its course through his mind. He slowly came to another realization that something was covering his eyes as he reached up to his face with his free hand. Feeling his face, he noticed it was a mask someone had put on him. His mind was racing, trying to figure out what was going on as he tried not to panic.
"Woah, there, calm down! Let me help you with that." Someone said to him as he felt them get closer to him. Their hands carefully removed the mask covering his eyes, closing his eyes in response to the sun shining through his window. He listened to what the voice told him, trying to calm down and forget what happened last night, his eyes slowly opening as they stared at the musician from the previous night who was smiling at him. His aqua-green eyes still held that sense of mischief that couldn't be shaken.
"You? What are you doing here?" Ichigo asked, confused by the events that took place, before looking to his left to see what he was gripping onto. Grabbing the blanket and lifting it to see a flax-haired boy almost on top of him. His hand planted firmly on his behind as he gripped it even more as Ichigo watched his ass mold to his fingers. The urge to smack it was hard to ignore as he shoved the intrusive thoughts back down where they came. "Thinking of smacking it, aren't you."
"I'm not," Ichigo responded, feeling his face turning red as he turned towards the musician, who was staring at him with a coy smile on his face as he watched him from the chair he was sitting in. The shirt he was wearing oddly matched the one shirt he owned with the number fifteen on it. The colors even matched. "Is that my shirt?" He asked, causing Venti to stand up and pull it down, stretching it even more to his horror.
"Yep, I got to ask why the number fifteen?" Venti asked him as he leaned towards Ichigo, who leaned back, rubbing the back of his head in frustration. The male to his left was undisturbed by the noise and motion they were making, almost reminding him of his pet cat. His gaze briefly passed over the ears of the person, causing a sigh to leave him. Everything was not making sense anymore. Shifting his legs out from under the blanket and person, he set his sights on Venti, who hasn't let him out of his eyesight oddly. "Mind telling me why you're wearing my shirt and what happened last night?"
"Sure," Venti agreed, stretching his arms over his head as he leaned back in the chair in which he sat back down. "What do you want to know first? What happened, or why I'm wearing your clothes?"
"What happened first," Ichigo answered, needing to know what happened after he was stabbed through the heart, his hand instinctively going to his chest. "Is Issei okay?"
"That's kind of you to worry about, your friend," Venti said, placing one of his hands under his chin. "He should be fine. If anything, he should be at your school now."
Ichigo let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, wondering if that meant everything he experienced was just a bad nightmare. The thought was quickly crushed as he looked at Venti. Knowing that if it were just a bad nightmare, this person wouldn't be inside his home. "I was stabbed through the chest. Did you heal me?"
He watched Venti's face morph into confusion at what he said, the teen shaking their head at his question. "You weren't wounded at all, Ichigo. All that happened to you was you fell and passed out, apparently. You were covered in your friend's blood, not your own."
"That's not right," Ichigo said, gripping the sheets in frustration at what Venti told him. "I was stabbed directly through the heart, and there was a gaping hole where it should have been."
"Ichigo, you weren't. I would know since I carried you back to your place. It's why I'm wearing your shirt. I got covered in blood, so I burnt the clothing you were wearing along with mine since it would be easier to burn them instead of cleaning them."
"So you're saying it's just my mind playing tricks on me? That I wasn't stabbed at all?"
"Yes," Venti said, standing up and walking towards him, his eyes soft now with a caring look in them instead of mischievous them seemed to have. His hand gently patted him on the shoulder as he watched for any sudden actions. "Ichigo, what happened last night shouldn't have, but you're now in a world bigger than you thought. It's going to be a lot to take in, but regardless if you like it or not, after last night, there's going to be a target on your back."
"What?" Ichigo asked, even more confused than he previously was. "Why would there be a target on my back?"
"Well, if what you believe is true, that means if a fallen angel associated with your attacker from last night finds you, they might want to finish the job," Venti explained, earning a groan from the orange-haired teen.
"So I'm as good as dead when I leave?"
"Not exactly," Venti said, surprised by the change of emotion in the teen's eyes. A spark of interest was showing itself in them. "There are a couple of ways to avoid-"
"What are they?"
"If you let me finish, I could tell you," Venti answered, chastising Ichigo, who looked away sheepishly. "What do you know about mana circuits? Better yet, do you know anything about the supernatural?"
"No," Ichigo answered, watching Venti rub his chin in thought. Whispering under his breath words he didn't understand.
"Well, it's like a nervous system that certain people have. Most regular humans have none, but there are some cases of people having some. Still, usually, it's not enough to perform Magecraft or make them aware of the supernatural world," Venti said, explaining the properties of Magic Circuits. "People who perform Magecraft have around ten or more."
"So, how many do I have?" Ichigo asked, wondering if he could perform this Magecraft that Venti was talking about.
"That's the thing, Ichigo. You have exactly zero magic circuits inside of you," Venti answered, seeing Ichigo look at him in confusion. "I can't sense anything coming from you. You're like an invisible man that isn't invisible since anyone who can sense magical circuits could see you a mile away. You would likely need a mana transfer to gain any or gain a god's blessing."
"What are the chances of having none of these things inside you?" Ichigo asked before shooting another question at Venti. "Also, what do I have to do for this so-called mana transfer?"
"Sex."
Ichigo blinked owlishly at what Venti said to him, hoping it was just a bad joke he decided to tell him out of the blue. "Funny real funny. What's the real way to do this?"
"I'm not joking about performing a mana transfer. The one receiving or giving mana has to exchange bodily fluids. Blood, spit, and cum all fall under the category of it. It's the safest option if you want to choose to do a mana transfer."
"Who would I have to do it with?"
Ichigo watched as Venti pointed his finger at himself at the question. "No."
"Why am I not good-looking enough?" Venti replied mockingly like he was hurt by what he said. One hand over his heart like he was in pain.
"I don't know you that well to go sleeping around is why," Ichigo answered. "What about a contract with a god you said something about earlier?"
"Well, that requires signing your eternal soul over to the deity you decide to make a contract with, and who knows how perverted they could be," Venti answered the question with a sly smile on his face, earning a groan from Ichigo.
"What other options do I have left?" Ichigo asked, not wanting to be stuck between having sex with someone he had just met or signing his soul away to some perverted deity. However, that last option seemed straight up Issei's alley if he could get a harem out of it.
"Is it safe? No. There's a good chance you'll be killed. By chance, I mean less than ten percent of you living if you don't have any magical circuits," Venti told him. Causing Ichigo to raise an eyebrow. "Do you want to hear it?"
Ichigo sighed as Venti listed his chance of surviving the last option before he remembered something he had previously said. "What were the options for transferring magical circuits again?"
"Oh, you interested now," Venti teased, leaning towards Ichigo as he pushed the taller teen back against his bed, forcing him onto his elbows. "Blood, spit, or sex would work. Why? Do you want to do one of those?"
"Well, I'm good as dead if I don't, so that spit option, what does it exactly mean?" He asked as he tried looking away, Venti a little too close for his comfort but not caring, seeing as he wanted to get the best chance of surviving and finding the person who attacked him and Issei.
His eyes widened as Venti closed in on him, both their faces a hairs breath away from each other as Venti stared into his soul. "It means we have to kiss, or you can just drink my spit if you're a weirdo who's into that stuff."
He blinked owlishly as his mouth opened and closed, trying to form a reply to what he said. Venti pushed forward, catching him by surprise as their lips met. The bard was oddly gentle with him, given the amount of teasing he did previously. Ichigo slowly brought his hands up, resting them on Venti's sides as he prodded him with his tongue. The two of them continued their exchange for a couple of minutes.
"Alright, I think that was enough," Venti said, pulling away from the orange-haired teen. Ichigo, who was flustered, gulped down the saliva that pooled in his mouth from the other teen. His red as he realized what he had done, trying to ignore the smirk from Venti. "So, how do you feel? Stronger?"
"Just tell me what we have to do now," Ichigo grumbled, trying not to think about what just happened.
"Well, you know that Shinto shrine in Kuoh? There's a cursed sword there. If you manage to subdue it, you should be able to protect yourself from any low-ranking fallen angels or devils that come after you along with the power I just shared with you, but it's not as permanent as it feels."
"So that means we'll have to do that again in the future?" Ichigo asked, not sure how he felt about having to kiss again. He was still conflicted inside himself, regardless of how good it felt.
"Yep," Venti said before patting the area of Ichigo's crotch. His hand rubbed the area gently. His smirk grew as he felt the size of it. "But it seems that you don't mind at all after all. We might have even more fun if you want."
"Shut up, pervert bard," Ichigo said, removing Venti's hand from his crotch. "What happens if I'm unable to subdue the blade you're talking about?"
"If you fail to subdue the blade, I'll be forced to kill you," Venti said with a foresworn look on his face about the topic. "It'll take over your body and turn you into a demon."
"Huh, so I'm fucked."
"So forward, Ichigo-kun," Venti said, pushing himself into Ichigo's chest as he looked meekly at the floor, feeling the warmth of his crotch radiating against his bottom. One of his hands covered the bottom of his face. "If that's what you want, then who am I to decline your chance of living?"
"The hell are you on about," Ichigo said as he felt a bulge appear on his forehead from Venti's antics with him. "Stop acting like Issei."
"You said fuck, so I assumed you chose that option," Venti answered as he poked the side of Ichigo's arm. "Someone here has to stay optimistic with that sour look on your face."
"Talking about sex isn't optimistic. It's just being perverted," Ichigo shot at him, thinking that Issei would get along well with Venti.
"Hey, I'm not that perverted," Venti shot back at him.
"Whatever," Ichigo said, trying to get the discussion back on topic. "So what do we have to do to get the sword? I'm guessing that it will probably be guarded or something?"
"How do you feel about having your dreams eaten?"
"My what?"
"You're dreams."
"No, just no," Ichigo said, shaking his head in disbelief. Wondering what type of creature ate dreams. "Is everything related to the supernatural dangerous?"
"Yep," Venti replied, swinging his legs back and forth as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Dangerous or perverted is how it goes. But no worries, nothing bad shall happen with the great Venti by your side. Plus, I know how we can avoid your dreams being eaten."
"That doesn't feel helpful at all," Ichigo commented, watching Venti jump off his lap onto the floor. The shirt he was wearing riding up gave Ichigo a view of his behind as the blanket on him started to lift higher. Ichigo forced it down as he looked somewhere else.
"Now, let's get cooking!"
I had this chapter done almost for the longest time just got stuck at the kissing part, then skipped it and finished the rest.
What fueled this chapter? This was fueled mainly by the peach scene with Rukia, memes, and smut.
Yes Felix and Venti have asses that beg to be fucked if you didn't already know from the hints.