Hmm, what to rant about today…well my school starts in a few weeks, and I'll finally get to see my girlfriend for the first time in 6motnths, that's hella awesome. And I am perplexed by myself, I'm a lesbian…but I'm a MAJOR yaoi fangirl…haha…oh and if this isn't the last chapter (which I think it will be), then the next one is. I can't think of anymore plot for this. No, Shiro-kun won't be dissected by Mayuri unless I did a sequel..which I most likely won't..ah well. Oh and I found orange hairdye! Now I can start on my rainbow! Hooray. :D
And I saw saw Inception, that movie….was so fucking amazing, seriously, I'm in love with it, seriously, the epic epicness of it was enthralling, there was lots of psych to it, and the whole thing was a MAJOR MINDFUCK, and I loved it! very suspenseful and intense background story and plot. It gave me a few ideas.. ^.^ maybe…. :-?
Ch-13 normal POV
"Here, try these ones" Ichigo said, handing his pale duplicate a pair of tight purple jeans. Shiro had been too tall for most of his pants, and he couldn't exactly wander around naked. Though neither of them had a problem with that…(nor would I…)
These ones fit over his wider hips, and clung tightly to his thighs and calves, making him look really, really sexy and curvy in the orange head's opinion, though he'd never admit it.
"m'legs look like a chick's!"
"would you like some high heels?" Punch. Ichigo landed on the floor rubbing his jaw.
Shiro snickered at the makeshift 'tattoo' that was still on the 'Strawberry King's' face.
"ow."
"I'm not a girl, an' ya know it. should I show ya?" the sarcastic albino reached for the button on his pants.
"I..kn-know.."
"do I have ta wear a shirt? I wan' some'n ta eat..."
"yes. Here" he tossed another long sleeved black shirt at him. It was tight, like a third skin, just covering his knuckles, with a hole in the sleeve for his thumb.
"Ichi…I can' feel meh toes.."
"shut up, they're not that tight.
Ichigo had on tight red jeans and a plain shirt with 'violate the dead' on the arm.
"tha' arm is promoting necrophilia."
"how the hell do you know what that is? And no I do not!"
"…I'm confused, not stupid."
"whatever…you need your own clothes..and a buncha things. School starts in a week I think!...let me introduce you to the world of toast."
"School..why does that concern meh?"
"well…you're in this world now…"
"not that I belong here. And, this schoo-el thing involves..people..King, I have the instincts to kill, I doubt it'd be a good-"
"well whether or not you're supposed to be, you're now part of my world. And I like that. This building where they tortu-teach people will help when you're part of this world…"
'completely ignores tha killin' instinct..tch'
"now, onto the world of toast, then we get you some clothes that won't suffocate you."
They thundered down the steps, Ichigo throwing two pieces of bread in the toaster while Shiro watched. Becoming curious at why the top of the bread was turning browner, he put his finger over the opening to poke it.
"OW, SON OF A MOTHERFUCK-OW!"
"what?" the pale one held his burned finger in front of brown eyes, glaring accusingly at the doomed device, plotting its death.
"that's why you don't touch hot things…".
Reaching forward, Shirosaki touched Ichigo's face,"ya don' burn meh."
Blushing, he kissed the burned finger, making the bipolar albino suddenly content.
Wanting more then to kiss just fingers, he pushed the white hand out of the way, and made contact between their lips. It quickly turned heated, sharp intakes of breath, clashing of pink on blue, teeth nipping at plump lips and soft noises devoured by each other.
Remembering how tight those pants had been, and how hot his Shiro's ass looked in those jeans, Ichigo slid his hand down to curvy hips, but lost resolve and settled for his curvy waist. Knowing exactly what Ichigo had wanted to do, pale hands grabbed the warm sweaty palm on his hip and pulled it back to cup his ass, reaching around to do the same to the orange-head.
Shiro could feel the heat radiating from the tan face, but was incredibly surprised and pleased when the nervous hand on the back of him squeezed him. Already he could feel himself getting excited, this body so much more susceptible then-
"Ichi-nii, I made you some-oh, never mind, I-"
'perfect timing, shorty.' Shiro thought, not liking that his make-out session was interrupted.
Lightening quick, the thoroughly mortified teen, removed himself from the albino's grip, turning around as if he could undo what Yuzu had already been scarred by.
"uh..uh-it's, um..not..what it looks like?" Shiro couldn't tell who was redder in the face, Ichigo or his sister.
"well, uh Ichi-nii…there's leftovers…uhm, in the fridge…but you made some toast, I see, so..hmm…uh never mind"
"y-yeah, uh, hokay" his face was still blushing. When Yuzu retreated back to wherever she came from, Ichigo turned to glare at Shiro like it was his fault.
"grab your damn toast and let's go"
"YOU grab tha damn toast!...I ain't touchin' tha' damn finger eatin' soon-to-die piece o' fuck…where're we goin'?"
Handing a piece of toast to the scarred albino, he answered "well, you obviously need clothes…and some things from Urahara."
"…mphy do I fnheed clfothes?"
"because mine hardly fit you." Telepathy: for when people talk with their mouths full. He rolled his eyes.
Pale features visibly pouted.
"if people bother you that much you can borrow a hoodie or something, but you are getting something to wear…" 'no matter how tempting it is to let you go around naked' he thought.
'King thinks I'-'
'shut up.'
The slick blue mouth muscle, and the n a customary scowl made their appearances.
"let's just go…" five minutes of arguing, hoodie applying, singlasses, and a demonstration on shoes, they were out the door.
"gahh..what IS tha' damn shinin' thin?" the pale one screeched.
"..the sun?"
"why's et so goddamn bright?"
"because it's noon?"
"can I kill it?"
"…"
There was rarely a sun in Ichigo's world, and when it did make an appearance it was never hot or this bright, more evil new things about this place.
Finally coming to a spot where they could wander aimlessly, Shiro seeing so many people, and losing his staring contest with his new enemy (the sun), ducked inside the nearest door, dragging his protesting boyfriend with him.
-=- Shiro POV
"King, what's this?" I asked starin' at the inside of the….shop? the buildin' was so different from tha blue skyscrapers.
"uh, it's an old thrift store…" havin' absolutely no idea what tha' meant, it didn' matter. All these wearin' things are so different from tha white shihakashu robe thin I'm stuck in. there was lots o' black tight clothes an' silver chains, like what hung offa Zangetsu in bankai. There were racks o' long sleeved…uh..jackets, and shirts, some with writin' on 'em. on some o' the things comin' outta the wall there were vlack strap things with spikes and chains on 'em. On the cielin' there was some'n tha looked like a ball, all shiny like an' reflectin' differen' colored lights.
"god, it looks like the 80s and Hot Topic had a child…" Ichigo said in a stunned like voice.
"what's tha 80s?" ..seriously..?
"uh, well…this style…leather, spikes, rock n roll, and heavy eye liner"
Eyeliner..? " well I like these things, I think…" there was some girl at this counter with her hair all poofed up in one of the shirts with the letters on it, and black jeans, with this netty stuff and a collar on her neck with spikes. She smiled like a ditz and put these giant black circle things over her ears. I guess it was jus' th' change o' getting' some'n new, but I was eager…to look at all these things, the shiny stuff, the all black spiky stuff, and as to what this 'eyeliner' shit was.
'hah, you sound like a girl going shopping'
'shaddup, c'mere' I wraped my fingers 'round his an' yanked him with meh down this…aisle. The clothes were oon these wiry metal things, an' it took a few tries ta yank 'em off, I grabbed anythin' I could grab an' ran down ta the end, Ichi in tow. Lookin' at these thin's I dreaded that I'd need…'assistance' getting' inta these contraptions.
"you realize I don't have enough money to buy the entire store…and do you even know what size you are?"
Size…?...
"well obviously I'mma taller then ya, an' my…hips are…" ididn' finish tha' sentence. Damn gigai an' its damned girlish hips. Whadda fuck was up withat?
'I think they're sexy' I heard a choked voice whisper in meh head. I turned to look at 'the Strawberry King' he was lookin' in tha opposite diretion, squintin' at tha wall.
'aww, how sweet. But it'd be better if ya had the hips though, seein' as yer on the bot-' then me' head startin' hurtin'…oops.
"try to give a damn compliment.." he muttered. Aww…
"well Ichi, how d'I know if it fits er not?" he pointed to a curtain lookin' thing,
"you try 'em on." Hmm, a room separate from the rest o' the store? Hidin' m'thoughts, I formed a plan.
"Ichi, c'mon!" I grabbed his hand, and slipped one o' them long black things Ichi wears aroun' his pants, but one with spikes, jus' incase, and threw it on the pile tha' m'King was now carryin'. His lil' orange head was hidden un'erneath. Keepin' him from trippin' over his own feet was near impossible, bu' eventually I got ta the…dressin' room?...an' pushed him inside. B'fore I…did anythin' though, I still wanted to look a' these clothes things.
"you look so cute with that look on your face"
"I'm not cute…it is..excitement" I drawled. I pick tha first thin' off tha top. It was some sorta shirt, I got tha', but how the hell ya wore it…what the hell's up with humans?
All the stuff dropped to the floor an' tha person underneath it took tha thin' in meh hand.
"take your shirt off…NO not for anything weird!.." pfft, prude..listenin' fer once, I closed my eyes when tha itchy thin' went over m'head.
I heard him snicker, "wha's so damn funny?"
"y-you picked out a girl's shirt." It did look like tha' girl's top, black n white striped thing, with tha same netty stuff on tha sleeves, an' my flat stomach was white as ever. Tch.
"well, it is incredibly cute on you."
"die…" maybe I wouldn't follow through on m'plan…
Next in tha pile were red jeans with gashes on the bent part in tha middle, an this black 'n' purple thing that covered m'arms, and had round things al down tha front. Ichigo sat in the corner wit' a bored look on his cute lil' face. Well these pants fir, I would jus' hunt summore down I this size whenever. I threw them at tha wall.
"Ichi wha' are these?" I asked him pointin' at a pair of shiny black pants. I knew they were pants, but they felt different from all tha other thin's.
"they're leather pants?…oooh" his face turned pink an' his eyes dazed off, I wished I knew wha' he was thinkin', but I didn' wan him ta know wha' I was gonna do.
"Ichi, I need yer help with 'em" I didn', but tha' didn' matter. I let him pull them up meh pale legs, shiverin' when he 'accident'lly' touched tha skin. His fingers reached the button and I jutted my hips out barely. I think he knew I was toyin' wit' him 'bout tha buttons, seein' as he brushed his palm lower then tha button part. Tha' was it, I can' wait no more. In a way I guess ya could describe as violent, I tilted his head up smashin' our mouths together, some'un's teeth snaggin' some'un's lip. If his scent was intoxicatin' 'nough, kissin' tha boy was ten times worse. He made such enticin' noises when m'tongue smoothed over the roof of his mouth, an' pressed between his cheeks. His taste was near opposite o' his smell, still good an' high-inudcin', but with a heat ta it tha' scorched me ina most desirable way.
Not waitin' any longer, I pushed him back against tha wall, where I wante' him, grabbing the…belt along tha way. I kept my mouth pressed against his, not wantin' ta break contact, as if tha whole meanin'less world would crumble if I did. Which I knew it wouldn'. Only when I felt 'im tuggin' at meh borrowed shirt did I acknowledge the burnin' in m'new lungs. We pulled away breathin' like it was tha last we'd take.
"you.." pant "..did that on purpose…"
"how perceptive of ya, Ichi.." he was so warm, it wasn' unpleasan' like tha damn sun it was somethin' ya don' wanna leave…I got so close we were recylcin' air, an' reached under this damned piece o' material to feel the heat on his chest. I could feel 'is heart racin' underneath meh palm, quick an' unsteady. I pulled tha shirt outta the way, slidin' it half way over his arm. Glancin' up I watched him process it. I didn' kiss him again, jus' leaned incredibly close, tauntin' him.
"Shiro, we're in a goddamn store, we can't fuckin'…" blush "..do this in a store!"
"sure we can, Strawberry King.." as much as I wanted ta jus' fuck 'im, he'd be tha only 'un havin' fun. Dammit…I didn' wanna make…too much noise..eeehehehehe.
I knew he wouldn' resist meh, but I wanted ta use this spiky thing for some fun…I still didn' kiss him, but teased, leanin' forward jus' a bit till he'd meet my lips, then I pulled m'face back, suckin' on tha same spot, makin' tha purplish bite mark bleed more, the taste of a soul so better then anythin'. I oressed my hip i\on the front of him, so as not to…overly excite myself, an' grabbed his hands, he jus' realizin' what I was doin' right after his wrists were bound.
"this is new…sick bastard.."
"an' ya love me." The belt really wasn' servin' a purpose, cuz his hands were still at his waist, but I don' care. My fingers pressed into his hips, nails diggin' in as I lowered m'self down his body, not botherin' with under tha shirt. I almost ripped off the lil' plastic round things preventin' me from doin' what I wanted. The rough material gathered around his ankles, an' I took m'time ta admire his long slender legs. His more then noticeable bulge became exposed at the shreddin' of th' inane fabric tha' was left. He bent at the hips an; I looked up to his half-lidded gaze. He raised an eyebrow, watchin' me. How odd. I watched his toes curl in anticipation…hahaha he wanted me.
My knees bent even more till I was sittin' on tha ground with m'legs wide, it was comfortable and provocative, some'n of a turn-on ta my Ichi. I grabbed his cock, orange fuzz stickin' out between m'fingers, the Strawberry King's head thunkin' against the wall as soon as I squeezed. It was fun makin' him do this. I closed my eyes for a minute and pressed my lips ta it. I knew they were cold, like ice ta his heated flesh, he groaned at the feelin'. I wrapped m'arms completely 'round his waist, holdin' him still. I wasn' in a chokin' mood. It certainly wasn' tha best taste, out of tha four things I've tasted, but it gamme a strange feelin', I dunno. He moaned loudly, an' swore when I continued, takin' most of his cock. Still didn' taste tha' good, but the guttural moans were enough encouragement. The orange fuzz tickled m'nose, an' I laughed around him, holdin' ina…a somethin'…a sneeze? I felt him pull on the back of my neck, grippin' m'neck gently, teasin' the underside a last time an' bitin' down a bit, I let him pull me back, my hands doin' tha rest, slidin' down his length, an' occasionally brushin' the skin between his thighs.
"I-I..unna.." he stuttered, ahh the effects of my awesomeness.
"I know whatcha want Ichi-chan" I mocked, standin' back up, still workin' him with m'palm. I covered his mouth so he wouldn' scream too loud, an' went back ta suckin' on tha bite mark as his thick wetness smeared my hand. I wiped it off on tha 'discarded' boxers o' his.
"y..y-y-you…are.."
"amazing? I know" he wasn' done yet…
I grabbed his shakin' hand an' pressed it against the skin above the leather pants
"touch me back, Ichigo" he squeaked. How cute, he can handle ripping out not-so-human-hearts, but he squeaks at tha mention of touchin' me. I moved his hand lower, past tha waistband, an' wrapped our fingers around m'own excited cock, the contact makin' me even more insane. I didn' look him in tha eyes yet, still markin' around his neck with lil' suck an' bite marks. I squeezed his hand tighter till I felt him respond, pumpin' at a maddenin'ly slow pace. He was tha one moanin' my name, even though he wastha one pleasin' me. Turn-on.
I felt tha same feelin' of goin' over tha edge consumin' my thoughts, an' I grabbed his fingers again ta take them out so the awesome leather pants wouldn' be stained. He paused fer a minute then slid the black material off m'hips continuin' ta jerk me.
I came, bitin' again, an' nippin along his jaw ta his parted lips.
"we..we should, hu-hurry up.."
"mmmmm…" I breathed in.
"you are definitely getting those leather pants though…" I smirked, imagining how much fun things can be…while wearing leather pants.
-)+(- normal POV
Shiro quickly went through the giant pile of clothes after their…fun.
He picked the black long sleeved shirt, a red/black striped form fitting one, the same in black/white, and a black long sleeve loose buttoned shirt. He definitely got the leather pants, the red ripped jeans, and black skinny jeans. The rest he left in a discreet pile on the floor. The girl at the counter had a Cheshire Cat grin, headphones discarded on the floor.
Ichigo walked up nervously, setting the purring albino's things down.
"is there anything else you need? I think in the back we have flavored-"
"no!..no just..umm…dammit" his face was scarlet and mind racing.
Shiro was off in his own ittle world, leaning against the Strawberry King's shoulder, then he spotted something. It was silver like his fingers had been in that dream, and in a bottle.
"hey, Ichi, what's that?" he asked pointing at the thing on the opposite counter.
"nail polish?...why?"
"can I get some?"
"why?"
"mm-mm-hmm, cuz I want some."
"whatever…" the counter girl placed it in the 'thank you' bag along with the clothes.
When they went outside, it was noticeably darker outside.
"damn…let's go to that crazy man"
"can I wear tha leather pants?"
"n-no."
"ahhh, Kurosaki-san, Hollow-san!" the mischievous man answered the door, "would you like some tea?"
"uh, no. I just came to ask another favor."
"and that would be?" Urahara asked masking himself behind his striped fan.
"when Rukia came to Karakura from Soul Society, you gave her fake IDs and the right papers to look normal right?"
The blonde man nodded, knowing what the orange-head would ask "why, yes of course, why do you ask?"
Shiro was genuinely curious as to why the midget bitch was being mentioned.
"well, can you do the same for Shi- my hollow?"
"I can."
"will you?"
"if you ask nicely, Ichigo-kun!" he sang, thoroughly enjoying pissing Ichgi off.
"please?" vein twitching
"please what?"
Vein bursting "make the right papers for Shirosaki to be a person…"
"Why, of course! Why didn't you ask sooner?"
The eccentric man raced off behind his mystical counter, returning with a small plastic card and several printed pieces of paper.
"these papers are a false history, all the numbers and information created around him, and this is an ID, your sixteen, right Kurosaki-san? Yes, okay! The picture on the ID was of Shiro, he was staring at something…and the picture showed him in the same shirt…that he was wearing right now.
"uh, Urahara, when did you-"
"also, as long as he can avoid confrontation with police or any other officials, this should be perfect." The shopkeeper beamed, very pleased with himself.
Changing the subject, Ichigo remarked about their way walking here, "there are a lot more hollows around lately, more then ever before, but they're so low-level, they can't even fight back.."
"ah, Kuchiki-san mentioned the same thing earlier when she was here picking up more of her obssessio- Chappy things. I have a theory about it." he stopped and sipped his tea, staring nonchalantly for a few minutes.
"and what's yer theory?" Shirosaki asked, wondering how the hell he knew his name to put it on all these papers and a false birth certificate.
"well, when Ichigo and yourself destroyed Las Noches, it released huge amounts of reiryoku and reiatsu, no? Well I believe that the increased amount of such things is causing the minor hollows to rapidly generate at weak power levels."
"soo, s'makin a buncha new weak hollows that can't do shit?"
"Yes!"
"splendid"
"how long should this last?"
"oh, for quite some times Kurosaki-san, there was an incredible amount of reiatsu left in the air. But luckily I don't think there was enough to regenerate Las Noches, the Hogyokou, or Aizen Sosuke"
"okay, I'm glad. It's getting dark though…"
"farewell, Strawberry King!" Shiro burst out laughing, and Ichigo's eye began twitching again..
On their way out, yellow eyes and a streak of black fur ran past them.
"Yuroichi-san"
"meow"
-)+(-
Instead of going through the front door and getting a kick to the cranium, Ichigo decided it'd be safer to scale the two story building to get to his room. He wedged his foot between the lower window and pushed himself up, grabbing onto the second story window and hoisting himself up.
"King, there's a simpler way ta get up." The layered voice sounded from above him.
"how'd you get up on the roof?" Ichigo questioned indignantly,
"pfft, there's a metal thing that ya can climb on over here, Strawberry King" he said rolling his eyes and pointing at the fire escape. A big 'DUH' appeared on the orange-head's forehead.
"..right. I knew that, and why the hell are you and Hat-n-Clogs calling me that?"
Shirosaki giggled in his usual manner, grabbing onto his King's arm and yanking him up. "because o' this" he said, kissing his cheek in answer. Confusedly, he raised his tan fingers to his cheek. It felt stickier then the rest of his face.
"what'd you do?" he asked suspiciously
"it's alarmin' tatcha suspect yer…yer..uh" what was the word? "lover! Yeah, it's alarmin' ya suspect yer lover first, babe"
"why wouldn't I suspect you?...and my face says Strawberry King now doesn't it?"
"King, why does this sky change so much? At least yer sky is persistent with its moping."
"you mean it's never night in my head?" Shiro nodded, effectively changing the subject.
"not even when I sleep?"
"eh…na."
Shiro had only ever seen the nght sky through King's eyes. It was like looking at a picture, he'd seen the image, the base of what it is, but it never compared to seeing something for real. It was as dark as his fingernails, only better, with luminous dots strewn across its surface, and instead of a bright burning sun, there was a white and grey version, its surface imperfect with dark spots, making it beautiful.
"it must be so…different…to go from one world to another"
"Tha's one word fer it" the pale one replied, flopping down on his back to relax.
"well what would you call it?"
"confusin' as hell. Yer world never had anyone but Zangetsu, the oh-so-talkative one. No animals or hollows..nothin'. the weather only hanged when ya were pissy, an' there was nothin' but buildin's ta look at." He explained in such a monotone voice, but Ichigo could taste resentment in it. he felt guilty.
"I'm sorry…"
"eh, I'm out now, I can do what I want, go where I want."
"where would you go?" the orange head questioned, joining his Shiro in laying down on the roof top
"I dunno, wherever I felt like, explore what there is, destroy what I feel like. I've never been anywhere b'fore, obviously."
"hmm.." he leaned closer to the pale one, eyes fluttering shut.
"school's going to be a nightmare, I bet…you've never been to one"
"I'm not stupid, King. I know stuff."
"like what? You've been asking me what things are all day. And you stuck your finger in a toaster."
"pfft..tha' thing's gonna die. And I know jus' as much as ya do schoolwise. I know what yer words are, and how ta speak, don't I? I know about how tha world works, and more 'bout human nature then ya wanna know. Loust bastards…an' I know what mathematics is an' how ta do it. ya think 'bout them all tha time when yer in school, an' I hear tha'…sensei or whatever talkin' tha whole times jus' as you do. I hear everythin' ya do, an' know most stuff too. Tha only reason I don' know 'bout some stuff an what some things are called is cuz ya don' think 'bout them, therefore I ain't heard of them nor know what they are. Tha' so-called toaster is some'n ya do subconsciously, so it's not some'n ya focus on like yer schoolwork, an' how annoyin' this Keigo person is. An' thatcha wonder if Chad's human er not."
"…okay then. Stalker."
"am not, asshole…but there's still a problem with yer idea of makin' me go ta this place o' torture. The people. I could kill 'em all with one finger" he wiggled his pinky in front of his Ichigo's now open eyes. "an' I really can' stand 'em."
"but hun, if you're going to be in this reality, then you need to learn to socialze without having the urge to rip them to shreds."
"but-"
"or blow them up. Or stab them. Or hit them with sharp objects…"
"pfft, takin' tha fun outta everythin'." They laughed in sync, Shiro's high pitch manic laughter clashing with Ichigo's low chuckle. Silence.
A familiar girl's voice sounded somewhere below them, "Ichi-nii? I heard you come home, dinner's ready…" she was staring at the top of the roof.
"awright, Yuzu, I-we'll be down in a minute."
"okay!"
"c'mon, think you can handle dinner tonight?"
"no. I'm going ta die, those chopsticks are gonna stab me in tha neck, an then-"
"shut up, smartass, let's go." He jumped half-way down the ladder, landing on his feet like a cat, looking reluctantly at the front door. 'damn it, Ichi..'
Like an automatic reflex, as soon as the front door was opened, the crazy old man was at his son, crying big tears and kicking at the air around his head, "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, MY DARLING SON? YOU DELINQUENT!"
Ichigo's 'what-the-fuck' face painted itself as his expression, Shiro just stood there wondering how the hell his King was related to this person, who gave insane people bad names.
"Ichi-nii, uh, and his friend, I tried something different for tonight, it's lasagna*." She avoided looking straight at her brother, a pink tinge to her face. There was an extra plate on the table at Ichigo's seat with a little more food then the other's, and forks! (I like spoons..but not Nnoitra)
When Shiro followed his King to the table, Karin, who was already there, snorted loudly and staring giggling like mad glancing at her sister. Just to further embarrass the orange head and make her laugh harder, as soon as Isshin wasn't looking, he licked the cheek with the marker on it. Goal accomplished, along with a blushing Yuzu, and a coughing and spluttering Ichigo. Dodging the death-glare, he took the plat with the bigger portion, just guessing it was his, and sat down on the floor by his Ichi's chair. Just like last night, this was something entirely new, something he'd never tasted before. He wasn't familiar with describing taste, but it was really good, chewy then soft, with tangy red stuff on it and –he sniggered at the thought- creamy white stuff inside.
Once again peeking up from his spot, he reached over and poked the little blonde girl, who squealed. Blinking, she stared at the pale black nailed hand, then followed it the half-face visible over the table, "y-yes?"
"this" he said bringing his mostly cleared plate of what had been food up," is goooood…." He finished with a grunt of affirmation at his fact, and the little girl smiled.
"I'm glad you like it, uh-"
"Shirosaki…" Ichigo cut in
"well, I'm glad you like it, Shiro-nii!" she beamed happily.
He grimaced a little at the nickname, tilted his head forward so his bangs covered his eyes, and leaned back against Strawberry King's leg.
"so, your hollow" Isshin began, "he's going to live outside your inner-world now?"
The fork piled with food stopped half way to its weilder's mouth, and Shiro perked up from his staring at the ceiling. "um..well..i suppose..yeah" he said meekly, worried by his father's rarely used serious tone.
"he's not going to eat anyone's soul? If he's even devoured one before, he will do it again, it's an addiction for hollows"
That made him scowl deepen, " Shiro has never, nor will he ever, eat someone."
Isshin looked down at Shiro, who defiantly bared his teeth, biting the air with a bored expression. "rawr, I will eat you, rip off yer face an' spit down yer throat"
Surprisingly, the old man started guffawing (omg..this word is so funky!), making Shiro and Ichigo raise an eyebrow.
"if he can be such a smartass, and you say he's never tasted a soul before, I believe you…but I've got my eye on him" he emphasized this by widening his one eye and leaning towards the annoyed hollow, who pulled his usual act of defiance and stuck his tongue out.
"how long it goes away?" he looked at Ichigo
"sometimes, never" he rolled his eyes and poked his father with the pointy fork, right in the face. Instantly he was back to his old routine, wailing about how cruel his son was.
Shiro did the smart thing and followed his boyfriend up the stairs.
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After a shower, they went into Ichigo's room, and his eyes had spotted the bag of clothes he'd left on his bed. Throwing it at the unsuspecting hollow, who caught it, he said, "You can have the bottom two drawers if you want, cuz I don't use those"
Shiro set the bag by his assigned drawers, fiddling with the towel he had had his King wrap around his waist. He'd untied it so he could do it himself…but that had been a fail.
"goddamn, motherfuckin', anti-hip-huggin' piece o' terrycloth! What tha fuck?" frustrated, he threw the annoyance down at his feet, crossing his arms over his chest .
"want some..h-help?" Ichigo turned getting an eyeful, trying not to let his gaze linger down.
'pfft, perv. I don' care if ya loo-'
"King, I have an idea!" he exclaimed, stopping mid thought and forgetting about his earlier displeasure.
"..huuh?"
"I can go back in yer head!"
Very perverted thought went through his mind against his will, at that comment. His face turned beet red at how lewd his mind could be. 'stooooppp!'
"no, no not like that ya sic pervish King, I meant, you want to take me to yer place o' torture right? Well I can go back in yer mind" careful with his wording "for a little while anyway, and just learn it through you, an ya can say I'm..umm..abstinent?..no..absent! and get whatever stuff I'm supposed to do, to bring home, aye?"
"y-yeah, that's…actually a good idea. Here, you can look through these and study up, I guess. Apparently, it starts next week…so..yeah" he tossed his albino duplicate several thick books. He paged through the first one, glancing at the pages…'geometry, graphs…uh…lots and lots of numbers…' it looked simple enough to him, numbers were easy.
Thinking of more interesting things, he tossed the books next to his clothes, creeping up behind his Ichi, "yanno, those 'lewd' thoughts from b'fore…they sound like good ideas! Wanna-"
"-no, no thank you. Uh-um.."
"yer no fun" sulking a bit, he went to his bag of stuff, pulling out this nail-polish.
"King, how d'ya use this?"
"you're really going to paint your nails?" he asked incredulously
"no. I jus' got it fer no reason."
"tch, whatever, I'll show you…once you put on some pants."
"Che, babe, yer still no fun" a pair of bright red boxers hit him in the face along with a black tank top.
"always throwin' stuff at me…hey these match my eyes!"
Sweatdrop…
"pfft, whatever.." he pulled the yellowness over his legs and hips, and the dark tight tank top over his head, pulling the spinning top necklace over it. 'I am a master at putting on clothes' he smirked.
"okay, now show me how ta use this silver stuff!"
"well, it colors your nails-"
"I gathered that" he drawled
Scowling again, Ichigo unscrewed the cap revealing a thin plastic thing with a small brush at the end coated in silver. He glanced up at Shiro and grabbed one of his hands holding the brush over one of the black nails.
"no, not that one! The middle one..hehehe"
Growling and a bit embarrassed at painting a dude's nails, he carefully streaked the color across the black middle finger nail until it was thickly coated silver. As soon as it was done, Shiro brought his hand to his face for inspection, getting a close look at this weird stuff, he smeared a dot on his nose.
"Ichi, it's wet!"
"Really? I hadn't guessed nail polish was wet."
"and it smells bad."
"you asked me to…"
-)+(- epilogue-ish
'hey King, look up, I can' see wha' tha' damn word is…'
'can I finish writing a sentence first?'
'no'
So far Shiro's idea for learning from Ichigo's mind for a few hours, was working. He still had to some in for tests and such, but e never wore the uniform. He'd be damned before he put that sucker on.
Ichigo was surprised at how true Shirosaki's words had been, he really did know this stuff, he was perceptive and like a sponge, on occasion he'd pointed out mistakes on Ichigo's paper with a smug attitude..
Soul Society hadn't given word or made any moves as if they knew about the hollow living outside him. The only problem for him was the abundance of powerless hollows. Really, they were just an annoyance. Kind of like Kon…
Everything else was getting better, no more constant threats from anything or anyone really, the few one word conversations with Zangetsu, and glare-offs with Renji when he showed up.
Rukia had stayed in the huan world, literally glued to her 'Hime's hip all day…and other places at night. He didn't wanna go there. Tatsuki had been relieved and happy when her friend came home, then disappointed the first time she saw the midget girl hold her possessively. Though after a while she was hanging out with them, she spent a lot of time…sleeping over with them…(XD sorry had to add that)
And so far, Ichigo had only been caught three times passionately making out with his pale duplicate, and luckily all three times, it wasn't anyone he knew. Though wearing a sweater was a pain in the neck…not to mention so were the bite mars and hickeys…
'Che, ya know ya love m'mouth, cuz o' the awesome things I can do with it..'
'shut up!'
Snicker…
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The air was so thick it was hard to breathe. But it was nourishment, something he so desperately needed. He didn't know where exactly he was, nor who he was…exactly. Staring off into the distance at the unfairness, he saw something blue moving towards him. Getting a closer look, the person seemed…almost familiar.
"don't I know you from somewhere?" he hoped those were the right words to communicate what he meant to ask.
The figure was bleeding heavily, with parts of his limbs missing…but that color, and the way he looked…it seemed so familiar…
"Ul..Ul-lquiorra?" the teal haired creature asked astonished. "is that-?"
That word seemed to ring a bell, though he wasn't sure.
"is that me?"
The being made a mirthful noise, "yeah, that's you. I thought ya were dead! There's no more arrancar, or anythin'…"
"who? And why would I be dead?" what was this guy talking about?
Green eyes gaped at the man's arm as it grew another few inches, almost looking like a hand again.
"wha-?"
"you really don't remember?...I'm Grimmjow…you're Ulquiorra. Didn't tha Kurosaki brat kill you though?"
"who?...and no, then I guess I don't remember…G-rimmjow"
"well there was a war here! You're an arrancar, a powerful hollow, jus' like me. You died. An' I was almost dead. The other side blew up Las Noches…an' I'm jus' guessin' tha' the increase in reiatsu is makin' us rapidly regenerate our selves, because we weren't inside the castle when it was destroyed. We'll be the only ones to survive…kind of."
Hearing all this information brought back his absent memory. He was Ulquiorra, the caurta(?)h Espada, this was Grimmjow, the sexta, and they were in Hueco Mundo…everything was fuzzy though.
"Grimmjow" his normal emotionless mask and voice returning instantly "we are the only ones left, correct?"
Eye twitching, "yes." '..damn emo bastard returns..'
"what do we do now?"
"well, I fer one want my rematch with strawberry" a feral grin split his face, and his claws extracted.
"mmm."
Owari! Yesh!
(*I'm sorry, she made fucking lasagna, but I love that stuff man! Seriously, the cheese and noddle part is soo good..screw the tomato sauce..oh speaking of tomato, anyone seen the Ulquiorra Tomato song?
I feel like this chapter completely fucked things up, like making Shiro completely out of character…oh well, reviews? Anyone, anyone?
I lost my goddamn mood ring! Oh noes! I've been wearing it on my thumb, which turned green ., the plastic part sealing it ripped off so..it turned black, and I loved it! somehow I lost it…sigh..