Title: Reencarnación y Muerte
Author: Higure-kun
Beta: Kristy (much love dear)
Pairing: HichixIchi
Rating/Warning: NC-17 smut, death (suicide), language
Words: 3,312
Author's Note: Since it was asked that I write a little more on this I decided to go ahead and do so. However, you really don't need to read "Why Not?" in order to read this one.Thank you for the support. I do not own Bleach, for if I did half of Soul Society would be having yaoi orgies.
Reencarnación y Muerte
"Welcome,," a voice said from the doorway, "Kurosaki Ichigo… Hirako Shinji…"
Ichigo didn't have to turn around to see who was talking. Already in his mind's eye he could see the familiar slicked back brown hair and calculating eyes. Eyes that held the illusion of warmth and forgiveness but in all actuality were as sharp as a blade. Even by not looking he still felt as though this man could peer into his very soul. Ichigo knew that the reiatsu coursing through the former captain's system was making his adrenaline rush and his Hollow side anxious. He turned around, meeting that cold fiery gaze with his own dispassionate one. "Aizen…"
Hirako Shinji frowned, knowing he was definitely not going to get an answer from his companion now. The glazed look in those chocolate eyes always meant he was in his inner world conversing with the one Ichigo often referred to as "Shirosaki." Shinji was used to this treatment, but it was still unnerving. He was not aware of how Ichigo and his inner Hollow suddenly got along. One thing he was certain of was that however their coexistence worked it could not have been right by his standards by any means. He sighed and looked away.
Ichigo hissed, fingers threading into white stands of hair so much like his own. His Hollow bit down on the teen's neck, slowly kneading the flesh between his teeth. Both knew the bruise wouldn't show on his physical body. Both didn't care. Ichigo soaked up the feeling the cool lips on his throat and Shirosaki drank in the sounds his partner would make. The teen writhed under the skilled tongue working its way along his jaw and encircling his ear. Shirosaki always did enjoy torturing him like this. This time was no different than the last as the Hollow moved back to trembling lips, forcing his tongue past them.
The orange-haired boy hungrily sucked on the blue tongue, whining slightly as it withdrew.
"Ya ready for this, Ichigo?" Shirosaki said, fierce eyes studying the boy with a smirk. "I got no problem goin' on but sex is different than a damn hickey. I don't know what changes will happen."
Swallowing hard and blinking a few times to think clearly, Ichigo answered by pulling his other half down into another heated kiss. The pale one obliged, flicking his tongue against the back of the teen's throat, eliciting a moan. Shirosaki pulled the muscle back, rubbing it against his partner's. Ichigo fought back, their kiss becoming a battle of tongues and a competition to undress the other.
The Vaizard felt it a split second before turning to catch a glance at the boy. Shinji's eyes widened as chocolate eyes became golden and lost in a mess of black. A sinking feeling settled itself in his gut as Ichigo's spirit form threw itself flat on its back, clawing at its chest. The blonde leaped from his sitting position and trying to pry the hands away and bring Ichigo back into conscious. A swift punch sent him staggering back, spirit particles already descending and taking shape.
Shirosaki growled as blunt fingernails dug into his shoulders. He drew the pert nipple into his mouth teasing it and making the one under him squirm. Ichigo moaned, arching his spine. The hollow pressed on, giving the same treatment to the other nipple, his king gasping. Ichigo clung onto the pale one's back, desperately trying to find a better hold as teeth scraped his skin, causing his head to jerk from side to side. His other half was amused by his king making these delightfully whimpering sounds as Shirosaki left bites down the teen's chest and toned abs, knowing that his own erection was twitching in excitement. A blue tongue dipped itself into Ichigo's navel, the carrot top feeling a thin sweat coat his body and the heat work its way down to his groin.
Shinji was still trying to grasp what was going on. He had never seen this before. The boy in front of him wasn't trying to attack, so it could not be the hollow trying to take over. Instead it looked like something was burning him from the inside out. The all-too-familiar hollow hole was starting to form, the flesh melting away from the area in Ichigo's chest. Even the shinigami hybrid's mask was fluctuating between being broken and reforming. Steam was rolling off it in waves, and for the life of him Shinji couldn't figure out was this meant. He could very clearly sense Ichigo's reiatsu and the hollow's similar but very different reiatsu. The Vaizard's fear grew as the energies were beginning to bleed into each other…
"What are you thinking, Ichigo?"
Ichigo was trying hard to not buck his hips and focus on what he was supposed to be doing. It was hard to remember to breathe was his hollow was sliding that tongue underneath his cock. He moaned around the two fingers in his mouth when Shirosaki growled around him, only to be cut off by those fingers forcing themselves deeper into his mouth. Trying his best to comply, Ichigo rolled his tongue around them, sucking simultaneously with the hollow sucking him hard. His mind grew foggy when the hollow continued to torture him more by bobbing his head. Ichigo bit down on the fingers to suppress the scream that wanted to burst from his throat.
He could only vaguely taste the blood as fingers were removed and the shock of the cold hitting his erection. Ichigo whimpered in protest until the offender's mouth covered his own, not even pausing when one finger pushed through his entrance. The teen grunted at the intrusion and forced himself to relax at the weird sensation of the finger moving around inside of him searching. His hollow approvingly drew his tongue along the roof of Ichigo's mouth. Ichigo responded by engaging in another tongue war, somewhat numb when the second finger made its presence known, the two slowly stretching him for what was to come.
Now even the blade was starting to quiver. Shinji had given up trying to stop whatever was going on. Every time he attempted it only resulted in another bruise. So instead he watched in some morbid fascination as the blade continued to change shape and change again, as if trying to adjust to whatever was going on with its master. Zangetsu was becoming remarkably smaller and the Vaizard realized it was taking on the bankai form he had seen many times before in battle. The cloth tore off and blew away in the wind, a chain slithering out and replacing it. What caught his attention was the red on the hilt was being bleached to white and the guard's outer rim was also becoming pale. It was then that Shinji knew almost exactly what was going on…
"Merging with your Hollow," he almost snorted.
All thoughts were lost as the two bodies moved against each other as one. Shirosaki was relentlessly pounding into the teen as the other was on the verge of screaming. Both had given up, Ichigo wanting it harder and Shirosaki unable to hold back. He could feel his king was about ready as it became harder to thrust into that heat. The pale one had Ichigo seeing stars almost every time as he mercilessly hit the prostrate with every deep thrust of his hips grinding into the teen. Shirosaki slipped his hand between the both of them to join Ichigo in pumping the former shinigami's cock. Both wanted release and they wanted it now.
Very shortly Ichigo shouted, coating their hands and stomachs with semen. It drove Shirosaki over the edge as he released his own seed into the teen, riding out the orgasm by pounding into him a few more times growling.
A very loud crack brought Shinji's attention back to the body of Kurosaki Ichigo. The mask had exploded off of the boy's face, sending pieces of broken bone and dust into the sky. The blonde picked up Zangetsu and strode over to see what had happened. He was surprised to see very pleased looking brown eyes, frowning slightly at the cat-like pupils that now were surrounded by the iris. Sweat could be seen glistening off the teen's face, something about it amiss. Shinji noticed it immediately. On Ichigo's left cheek was a tattoo of the same design that was on his hollow mask. He was pretty certain that the same markings would also be on his arms, but he didn't want to make sure. The last and most disturbing was the reiatsu pulsing. It wasn't a hollow but it wasn't shinigami. The spiritual energy had intertwined completely, yet had the same sharp roughness that was uniquely Ichigo.
"Didn't peg ya for such a cuddler, Ichi," Shirosaki giggled lightly at the mop of orange hair on his chest nuzzling him.
"Shut it," Ichigo said with no real emotion behind it, somewhat exhausted.
"Don't have time for it," his hollow hissed, jarring the teen out of his daze. "That Vaizard is fuckin' worried and probably wonderin' what the hell's goin' on. He probably got quite the show."
"Do I have to go back?" Ichigo nearly whined.
"Get goin', King," Shirosaki replied, kissing him lightly. "Just realize what ya have to look forward to when ya come for a visit!"
"Might have to 'visit' more often then," the teen smirked, fading out of his inner world.
He groaned and was surprised at all the energy he suddenly had. He turned his gaze to his left and saw the blonde looking at him disapprovingly. Ignoring him, he sat up, snagging back Zangetsu, noting that it wasn't in shikai form. Ichigo gave himself the look over, fingering the hole in his chest gingerly. It kind of hurt and his left cheek felt like it was burning as well as his arms. His eyes once again made contact with the Vaizard's. "Hey."
"Have you lost your mind, Ichigo!?" Shinji yelled, grabbing the former shinigami by the edge of his shirt when they both stood up. "This is taking it way too far!"
"Shut the hell up," Ichigo hissed, batting away the hands that gripped him. "I don't care anymore!"
The teen turned his back to the blonde Vaizard, already feeling the differences in his body and spiritual pressure. Shinji could feel it as well. His expression darkened, one hand clenching his fist and the other one resting on his zanpukto. Ichigo ignored the threat, bending down to pick up the newly transformed Zangetsu, shoving the sheathed blade in his sash. He didn't even hesitate in heading toward the direction where his body and Shinji's gigai was. The Vaizard felt the blood in his veins turn to ice. That fierce look in brown eyes couldn't have good intentions.
"What will your friends think about this?"
"What friends?" Ichigo scoffed.
"What about," Shinji paused for a moment. "Rukia-chan, Ichigo? Do you really want her seeing you like this?"
Ichigo glanced over his shoulder to look at the blonde, his expression blank. "She won't."
"Oh? How's that?"
"We killed her," he replied, deadpan, before darting off in the direction of their shared room.
Even with Shinji hot on his heels, Ichigo didn't let up on his speed nor did he quicken his pace. This wasn't about getting there first or last. The Vaizard was merely following. Ichigo and Shirosaki had made this decision and this former shinigami was going to follow through with it. Everyone would pay and he would be the one to collect the debt, even if it meant paving the way with blood. He had already started to release his reiatsu, no longer caring to hide it at all… Ichigo didn't care about anything now. In the back of his mind, he could feel the approval of his lover and that's all that mattered now…
The teenager hopped in through the window, noting Shinji coming in right after him. He ignored the Vaizard and stepped up to his own body which was seemingly resting on the couch. Ichigo stared at the soulless shell, his eyes still clouded and unreadable. It was almost as if he was calculating what to do next. Shinji remained at a distance, observing every action carefully.
"What do you mean by 'we,' Ichigo?" he prodded.
"Rukia was sent by Soul Society for me," Ichigo answered in a flat uncaring tone. "I didn't want to face her so I let Shiro do it instead. Stabbed her in the gut. Fatal wound."
"Are you going insane!?" the Vaizard growled, walking around and sinking his fingers into Ichigo's soulder. "And you come here to find me!? What the hell are you thinking? First you kill Rukia, then seek me out only to merge with your hollow? They're going to find both of us now with all your reiatsu giving our hiding spot away! You're putting both of us in danger you dumbass!"
"Let them come," Ichigo snorted, the only sign that he hadn't completely become stone. "They aren't going to find us."
"Bullshit! Anyone can tell that is your reiatsu, even with the changes!"
We're goin' to do this, right? His Hollow finally spoke up.
"Yeah we are," Ichigo said out loud, his attention only focused now on his newfound goal. "Just one last thing to sever and then we're free…"
"Ichigo?"
The former shinigami drew his zanpukto, placing the various questions from the blonde out of his mind. He drove the blade's tip right into his own heart. There was no pain for him as he continued to twist the steel into the flesh that was once his own. Ichigo could have sworn that he heard the faint sound of something breaking, but he dismissed it as his imagination. There was a feeling of freedom; much like something had been let loose within. It was as if a new wave of adrenaline had hit his system, sending a feeling of euphoria with sparks through his spirit form. Ichigo liked the feeling; it was intoxicating and he wanted more as he pulled out the blade glistening with his own blood. He grinned, one that he knew that rightly belonged to his lover. "Finally…"
Shinji immediately let go of his shoulder and stared, disbelief written on his face. "Ichigo…"
"You know how to make a gargantua, Shiro?" Ichigo asked.
"A gargantua!?" the Vaizard's eyes widened. "What the hell is wrong with you!?"
Yeah I do… Ya goin' to let me do it?
Ichigo nodded and relinquished control. Shinji took three steps backward as the partial mask started to form. Shirosaki grinned at the Vaizard knowingly, grip tightening on Zangetsu. "Hasta… Unless ya want to come with us."
Shinji watched Shirosaki open the known portal to Hueco Mundo. He eyed him carefully. "What are you two doing?"
"Goin' to bathe in the blood of the ones who killed your kin, Vaizard," the hollow answered in a bored tone. "Ya comin' with us or not? We don't give a fuck either way. Though it would be in your best interest considerin' those bastards are goin' to be here soon."
With that he entered the gateway, knowing full well that the Vaizard had no choice but to follow. Ichigo took back control and looked around at the somewhat familiar landscape filling his vision. The sky was a perpetual night, sand kicking up and blowing in the winds. There were no signs of life whatsoever, save for the few lesser Hollows that moved hurriedly on their way in fear of the two that had just entered their realm. Trees were no more than black skeletons reaching up, as if clinging onto something they once had but lost. The remains of Las Noches stood out above all things, a clear reminder of the war that had happened years previous. It was bleak and somehow soothing to Ichigo's inner world. To him, it was as if this was something he had been seeking for a long time, as if he had finally come home.
Ichigo walked across the sands, reaching the ruins of the building where so much of his own battles took place. Neither Shinji nor he flinched when they felt someone behind them. The orange-haired hybrid smirked and didn't even bother to turn around. "Grimmjow Jaggerjack…"
"Surprised you remembered by name," the former Espada mocked. "I'm touched, Shinigami."
Shinji frowned, not liking the other two familiar spiritual pressures he sensed. He hadn't realized them until now and had a hard time believing it. "Ichigo…"
"We know…" Ichigo scowled. "You're the escort, huh, Grimmjow? I'm not a Shinigami anymore, dumbass."
"Tch," Grimmjow spat. "Kinda figured that with that reiatsu you've been bleeding, fucktard. 'Course that bastard knew you'd come here sooner or later."
"So let's get on with it already," Ichigo growled.
"Shut your ass up, Ichi," the Arrancar barked, rounding the fallen pillar he was on and vanishing from sight.
Stairs…
"Yeah…" Ichigo agreed, following Grimmjow's previous steps. His foot hit a step, though it looked like he was just being dragged deeper into the sand. It was an illusion meant to be in plain sight. It only made him wonder if this little display was for his benefit, had he come before; as in the illusion was for his benefit back when he came there the first time, or that if he had come before sometime when he was supposed to it was there for that purpose?
The three walked in silence, the stairway as well as the halls still that disgustingly bright shade of white. It spiraled down into many levels, displaying several floors. Ichigo wondered when all of this had been constructed or if it had been there since before the top of Las Noches was destroyed. Shinji was wondering something along those lines as well, but other things were occupying his thoughts as well. There were too many questions that needed to be answered. Ichigo and Shirosaki knew this. They both also realized that they were not the best ones to answer these questions, not when someone better at such things was waiting for them ahead.
Grimmjow pushed open two large doors, moving aside to let the other two in. The room was filled with equipment and huge liquid-filled tubes. Grimmjow grimaced and walked in the opposite direction of the place. He had no desire to stick around longer than need be. It suited Ichigo just fine. That former Espada made his blood boil just by looking at him. Both Shirosaki and Ichigo knew they'd have to ignore that feeling, if they were to be allies.
"Welcome to La Sombra de las Noches," a voice said from the doorway, "Kurosaki Ichigo… Hirako Shinji…"
Ichigo turned to face the former captain. "Aizen."
"Taicho…" the tenth division vice-captain breathed. "What does this mean?"
The small white-haired captain knit his brows together and folded his arms inside his sleeves. He looked as though he were in deep thought over the situation. Discovering the clearly dead body of Kurosaki Ichigo was not something that he or the rest of Soul Society would expect. What bothered him the most was that fact the boy was nowhere to be found. Surely he would have simply become a Shinigami and take off if someone attacked him. He wasn't so lazy to just leave his body around where it could be damaged either. Lastly, he was not the type Hitsugaya pegged for suicide. However he wasn't so sure anymore, considering the death of Kuchiki Rukia. Then there was also the option he was killed by an enemy. Who was there possibly left that would wish the teenager dead? Hitsugaya opened his jade eyes, the frigid gleam they have never wavering. "I don't know Matsumoto. I have a bad feeling about this…"
I could possibly have another portion of this to write. I have lots of ideas as to where to direct it from here, so any ideas would help, in case anyone wanted to know what else could happen. ;) I leave it all up to you all to decide. Anyway, all hope you enjoyed the ficage.