Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 22 A Reasonable Request ( Chapter 22 )

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.

 

22A Reasonable Request

 

I knocked on Ichigo's door and waited. I'd heard more than just his voice earlier and there were some things I didn't need to see. Really, when I thought about it, there was a whole raft of stuff I didn't need to see or know about, but did. Yuzu certainly didn't need know about certain things going on in our house. When Ichigo didn't answer my knock, I was tempted to walk into his room. The only thing stopping me was the fact that I had a pretty good idea of what I'd see if I did that and a shudder worked up my spine.

 

No little sister needed to see her big brother curled up with his lovers.

 

“Ichi, open up. I need to talk to you. It's important. It's about your… er… guests.”

 

I heard a muffled thud, then Ichigo swearing. A deep voice said something followed by a laugh that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Ichigo called someone an asshole and there was another thud before he cracked his door open a few inches.

 

“Uh… what guests? There's nobody here but me. I musta been… umm… talking in my sleep,” Ichigo said while his eyes darted around, looking everywhere except at me.

 

“Yeah, right,” I snorted. Ichigo was a lousy liar. How dumb did he think I was? “Do you really want to talk about who you're sleeping with out in the hall where Dad or Yuzu might overhear? I'm cool with that if you are.”

 

Ichigo's eyes went wide. He grabbed my arm and yanked me into his room, closing the door firmly and crossing to sit on his bed. I raised an eyebrow at the tangled sheets and the faint smell of musk in the air. I deliberately inhaled loudly and gave Ichigo one of my best “Do I look stupid?” looks. Ichigo blushed bright red and scowled.

 

“See? Nobody here but me,” he muttered with a wave of his hand.

 

I frowned and looked over the whole room, even going so far as to check in the closet and under the bed. He was right. There wasn't anyone in the room but the two of us. That was stranger than strange. I know I heard two other voices with Ichigo when I'd knocked on the door. I know I did. I filed the incident under the strangeness that was my current life and launched into my reason for needing to talk to him.

 

“Let's cut to the chase here, Ichigo. I can hear you and whoever it is you sneak into your room. I don't really care who you do but, you guys are kinda loud. Even Yuzu is starting to comment that she hears weird sounds coming from your room. Our room is just on the other side of this wall, in case you forgot.”

 

I didn't think it was possible for people to turn that shade of red. Ichigo sputtered for a few seconds before dragging a hand over his face and looking at the floor. He looked back at me, opening and closing his mouth several times without saying anything.

 

“All I'd like is for you to be a little quieter. Dad's starting to look at your door weirdly and he never notices stuff like that. Not that he doesn't act his fair share of strange but, if Dad is noticing, he's going to say something to you sooner or later, Ichigo.”

 

“He's already embarrassed the hell out of me by giving me The Talk,” Ichigo muttered.

 

I winced and immediately felt sympathy for Ichigo. I wasn't looking forward to that discussion with my Dad. As much as I empathized with Ichigo over getting the sex talk from Dad, I wanted to make sure Ichigo understood where I was coming from.

 

“That sucks but all I want you to do is try and be a little quieter when you sneak your boyfriends into your room.”

 

“Boyfriends? Wha… what makes you think that I have a boyfriend never mind more than one?” Ichigo said, his blush getting redder, if that was even possible.

 

“Because they have deep voices and you get all weird when girls make a move on you. Orihime has thrown herself at you for years and you don't even give her the littlest bit of encouragement when other guys would be all over her in a heart beat. That means you're either stupid or gay. I don't think you're stupid.”

 

“I'm a gentleman and Orihime is just a friend,” Ichigo said in what I think was supposed to be an offended tone. I noticed he didn't exactly deny he was gay.

 

“Or, at the very least, you're bi-sexual with your preference being guys,” I said ignoring his comment. “I think it's pretty obvious you like boys, Ichi. Look, I don't care who you sleep with. Just keep the noise down for Yuzu's sake, okay? Please, Ichigo.”

 

Ichigo opened his mouth, probably to deny what I'd just said. He looked at me and sighed. He shoved his hand through his hair and muttered something under his breath I couldn't catch. His eyes shifted to look at the mirror on his wall and he scowled again.

 

“You know how weird this is to have my little sister asking me to be quieter when I have sex with my boyfriend, right? This is freaking me out a little, Karin.”

 

I shrugged. “Yeah but, it could've been worse. Dad could be the one here instead of me.”

 

Ichigo blinked and snorted softly. “Well then, thank god for small favours. You're not gonna tell Dad about….”

 

“Nah. I don't tattle,” I said with a grin.

 

Ichigo grinned back at me and pulled me into him for a fast, tight hug, a quiet “thanks” whispered into my hair. He let me go as quickly as he'd grabbed me, a rare smile on his face. I returned his smile and left his room, my job done. Now, if I could just figure out who his boyfriends were and maybe where he'd hidden them….