Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 10 Parental Concerns ( Chapter 10 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Authors Note: I don't own Bleach and make no claims on it. If I did, there'd be a whole hell of a lot of kinky shit going down.
10 Parental Concerns
Well, that didn't go as badly as I thought it was going to. I was actually quite surprised I didn't get punched or kicked and was only shoved out of Ichigo's bedroom. My little chat didn't get me the answers I was after. Something was going on with that boy of mine, aside from the Shinigami issue. The way his reiatsu was flaring and the flavour of lust to it was highly unusual and I'd completely fall short as both a father and Shinigami if I didn't try to find out the cause. I would not fail my children as I'd failed Masaki.
I'd gotten used to the constant hum of Ichigo's reiatsu over the years. Found it oddly comforting, really. But this latest business with his reiatsu…. I sighed heavily. Looks like I was going to be making a few inquiries. I shouted that I'd forgotten something I needed at the clinic and left the house.
Urahara's shop was a bit of a walk but I knew my children would notice the sound of the car starting up. I grumbled and headed off at a brisk jog. A phone call would've probably worked just as well but, I wanted to see Urahara's eyes when I talked to him. He never could lie to me worth a damn if I was looking him right in the eye. Kisuke probably knew or had a good idea what was going on. He always seemed to know the latest Shinigami business. In very little time I was letting myself into Urahara's shop and walking through the dark hallways to his rooms.
“You're slipping, Isshin. I felt your reiatsu before you even stepped into the shop. Do you need me to adjust your gigai again?” Urahara asked as he poured some sake into small cups and waited for me to sit down.
“Nah, it's fine. I'm here on official dad business and unofficial Shinigami business.”
His eyebrows rose but he said nothing. I noticed Urahara wasn't wearing that god-awful hat of his and the yukata he wore told me he'd probably been getting ready for bed. He smiled at me and sipped his sake, lounging back against some cushions. We drank in companionable silence for a while before I set my cup down and looked at Kisuke.
“Have you been training Ichigo again? His reiatsu has been strange lately and I want to know what the cause is and if I should be more worried than I already am.”
“Strange how?” Urahara asked, leaning forward in interest, ever the scientist.
“It's his but it's not. It spikes at weird times for no apparent reason. Sometimes it feels very controlled and at other times, it's wild like the wind. The most bizarre thing, even for a teenage boy, is that it seems very sexual in nature. I don't understand that at all.”
“Oh, you know all about erotically playing with reiatsu, Isshin. If I recollect correctly, you did it not that long ago. Maybe the apple doesn't fall far from the tree,” Kisuke said slyly while reaching for more sake. The front of his yukata part slightly, showing me a lovely glimpse of his collar bone.
“Most times that I feel his reiatsu twist sexually; he's alone, which can be fun….” I trailed off with a fond smile. “Besides, you weren't protesting all that hard, Kisuke. Actually, I seem to remember you saying harder at the time.”
Urahara shot me a coy look, shrugging his shoulders and taking a sip of sake. One side of his yukata slid artfully down his arm and exposed a pale brown nipple. He waited for my usual reaction and sighed in disappointment when I didn't move to take the very tempting bait. I wanted answers before I'd let anything happen between us. Kisuke pouted.
“No, I'm not training Ichigo on anything to do with his reiatsu. You know he has a Hollow inside him. Maybe it's the Hollow's reiatsu you're feeling,” he said as he adjusted the edge of his yukata, flashing me more skin in the process.
I gave a soft snort and curled my hand around my cup to keep from touching Kisuke. Was his yukata slipping even lower? Was that a stripe of pale, muscled belly I was seeing? Yes, yes, I do believe his yukata was gaping open even more. Unfortunately for certain parts of my body, my children and their welfare came before everything; even someone as tempting and pleasurable as I knew Urahara Kisuke to be. But after I had my questions answered….
“I know what a Hollow feels like. I haven't lost that much of my senses. And if it is his Hollow's reiatsu, why in god's name would there be such a strong feeling of lust attached to it? There's also the other, controlled reiatsu, I feel. That has strong desire attached to it too.”
“I truly don't know what this other reiatsu might be or why it has a sexual flavour to it. I'm very sorry I can't help you, Isshin,” Kisuke said, sitting up and exposing a good deal of his thigh in the process. “If you're done the official dad business, why don't you stay for a little while?”
“I suppose I could stay for a little bit. Oh, yeah, do you know if Ichigo and that vice-captain staying with you are seeing each other? Do I need to warn him to treat my boy right?”
Urahara stared at me for several seconds before he started laughing. I shushed him several times, shooting a slightly worried look at the door. I didn't want to wake anyone else in the shop; especially the vice-captain who might be more than just friends with Ichigo. Kisuke fell back against the cushions, still laughing loudly until I pressed my mouth to his in a hot kiss that never failed to get his complete and undivided attention. When I pulled back from the kiss, both of us were breathing hard but at least Kisuke wasn't laughing any more although, warm humour was still in his eyes.
“As far as I know, Renji and Ichigo aren't an item. If you want to know who Ichigo's boyfriend is, I suggest you talk to Ishida. His boy, Uryuu, seems to have the same type of relationship with Ichigo as you do with Ryuuken.”
“Really? Well, Ishida's boy was my first guess when I asked Ichigo. I suppose I'll have to pay Ryuuken a visit next. Care to come with me? A Quincy sandwich would be the perfect midnight snack,” I said with a devilish smile before claiming Kisuke's lips in another heated kiss and swallowed his hum of approval. Urahara would come with me to see Ryuuken. How could he not when he knew exactly how satisfying a Quincy sandwich could be?