Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 47 Bolt From The Blue ( Chapter 47 )

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.

 

47Bolt From The Blue

 

I'd been pleased as shit when Ishida asked me if I wanted have a light supper and catch a movie before going to a midnight madness sale at Yuzawaya. I'd said yes knowing that I was going to have to scramble like mad to rearrange my schedule to go. As far as I was concerned, Ishida was worth the effort. He was great to talk crafts with, knew about Soul Society so I didn't have to watch what I said and was pretty damn funny once he relaxed. He was also one hot little number and I think I'd developed a glasses fetish because every time he looked at me over the top of his glasses, I'd pop a boner that just wouldn't go away.

 

I was really glad I'd listened to Captain Ukitake's advice and delegated some things to trusted second and third seats in my division. It made changing my roster so I could go out with Ishida easier than if I was still shouldering all the responsibilities of my division. I needed to do something nice for Captain Ukitake in thanks. Maybe embroider some handkerchiefs for him with his division number and symbol in one corner and his name in the opposite one.

 

Ishida and I had just stepped through the door of Urahara's place so I could drop off my bags of goodies from the sale when the most incredible surge of reiatsu travelled through us like a tidal wave. Ishida swore, dropped his bags, grabbed me by the arm and half-dragged me back outside. He took off like a shot using hirenkyaku, forcing me to shunpo to keep up with him. I yelled at him, asking what the hell got his underwear in a bunch and he shouted back that Kurosaki was a moron and put more speed on.

 

I had no idea how that figured into anything, but followed Ishida anyway. The reiatsu surge would probably draw Hollows from miles away and as good as Ishida was, everybody could use a little back up. I just hoped like hell that hadn't been a Menos Grande or something even higher up the food chain like an Espada. If it was, we were gonna be so screwed it wasn't even funny.

 

I was surprised when we ended up at Ishida's place. He didn't even bother to unlock his door; kicking it in instead. He was across the tiny living room in an eye blink and kicking the bedroom door open, bow in hand. I was right behind him, sword drawn and at the ready for whatever was on the other side.

 

Hanging out with Ishida for the past few weeks had netted me more what-the-fuck moments than the last couple of decades as a Shinigami. Not that I was bitching or anything because it kept things interesting, but it was like he had weirdness bait glued to his forehead or something. I'd been all primed to kick ass and take names and instead saw the very last thing I expected.

 

Ichigo was sandwiched between a pasty twin of himself and a seriously older looking dude. What they'd been doing was dead obvious and kinky as all fuck. Ishida had taken one look, dispelled his bow, switched over to Very-Pissed-Off mode and called Ichigo the dumbest creature on the planet. The two guys with Ichigo vanished into thin air shortly after that and Ishida promptly tossed me and Ichigo out the door saying his dad would kill him if he came by to check out the massive reiatsu surge and found not one but two Shinigami in his house. Poor Ichigo barely had time to get his pants on before Ishida shoved us out the door. Ichigo slipped his shoes on and started walking, turning back to motion me along when I stayed where I was looking up at Ishida's place. Damn. I thought I mighta been able to get a little kissing and groping in before Ishida called it a night.

 

“If Ishida's dad comes along like Ishida thinks he will, we're gonna get him into a mountain of trouble by standing around his place. Trust me; you don't want Ishida pissed at you. He's really inventive at paying you back with interest, especially if you want to get into his pants.”

 

I reluctantly fell into step with Ichigo. I wanted to ask how he knew I wanted to do Ishida, then figured that he'd heard all about the scene that went down at Urahara's place from his friends. I sighed for lost opportunities of having Ishida alone for a few hours and switched mental gears. I had some questions for Ichigo.

 

“So just how many mod souls are running around this town and how the hell did you manage to get two of them into bed with you? And why did one of them look like you? What kinda kinky shit is Urahara pulling?”

 

“They're not mod…” Ichigo started before snapping his mouth shut and paying way more attention to doing up his shirt than he needed to.

 

“They're not mod souls? That is what you were gonna say, right? If they're not, then what the hell are they?” I frowned as a really nasty thought hit me. “You're not sleeping with the fucking enemy, are you? Is that why Ishida called you the dumbest creature on the planet? Did he already know what you're sleeping with?”

 

“What?” Ichigo stopped dead and stared at me.

 

“Look, they disappeared into thin air and the only time I've seen that lately is when Nova did it, and I know he's a mod soul. What the hell else am I supposed to think they were? If they're not mod souls and are some weird kinda Hollows instead, and you're sleeping with them, I've gotta report shit like this to the Captains.”

 

Ichigo scowled and looked like he wanted to tell me to fuck off. A muscle jumped in his jaw and he clenched his fists tight before making an effort to relax. He dragged a hand through his hair, messing it up even more, if that was possible.

 

“Drop it, Hisagi. It's not any of your or Soul Society's business who I sleep with.”

 

“It is my business and the business of Soul Society. You haven't denied that they're the enemy. You could be putting us all in a position of danger. What the fuck are they, Ichigo?”

 

“You're not going to let this go, are you?” Ichigo muttered as he tipped his head up to the night sky.

 

“No. I take my duties very seriously. Are you fucking some weird-ass Hollows? If they're not Hollows or mod souls, just what the hell are they?”

 

Ichigo stood there, his arms folded across his chest, glaring at me. For a few brief seconds, his eyes lost focus as if he wasn't seeing me. He sighed and mumbled something under his breath that I couldn't catch. I did hear him hiss “fuck off” and wondered who he was talking to since he didn't seem to be looking at me and we were alone on the street.

 

“Shirosaki is a Hollow but he's not exactly the enemy. He's my inner Hollow and we've been working shit out between us. It's cool. You don't need to worry about him joining up with the other side or some dumb crap like that. He won't do that. He wants what I want.”

 

I knew my mouth was hanging open but I couldn't find the brains needed to close it. Ichigo's face was turning red and he looked supremely uncomfortable. I heard him grind out another “fuck off, asshole”. I was pretty damn sure he wasn't talking to me. I finally managed to scrape a few brain cells together and asked the next question I needed an answer to.

 

“And the old guy is….”

 

“Zangetsu.” If at all possible, Ichigo was looking even more uncomfortable.

 

“And Zangetsu is….” The name sounded vaguely familiar but I couldn't place it.

 

“My zanpakutou,” Ichigo said in a quiet, but firm voice.

 

My eyes damn near bugged out of my head at that revelation. Ichigo was fucking his sword? I'd never heard of anybody doing something like that. I couldn't say it was wrong as nothing like that had come up in classes at the Academy. It was just a weird as hell idea. Although, it'd been boner inducing to stumble onto the scene just after they'd finished fucking. And here I thought I was the most perverted Shinigami around. Ichigo had me beat hands down.

 

“Look, what I do with Zangetsu and Shirosaki is my own damn business. We're not hurting anyone and that reiatsu thing was a total accident. Zangetsu says he'll make sure it doesn't happen again. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't spread around what I just told you. I'm not embarrassed about being with them but it's private, y'know. Not like you could stop us from doing whatever we wanted to anyway,” Ichigo said, belligerence creeping into his voice.

 

I had no idea what to say to that. He wasn't hurting anyone by screwing his sword and his… inner Hollow, whatever the fuck that was. There probably wasn't anything that could be done to stop them from all getting it on. The connection between Shinigami and zanpakutou was unbreakable. I didn't know about inner Hollows, but from Ichigo's tone, I guessed it was the same kinda thing. I needed to talk to somebody about this. Somebody who'd know more about this shit than practically anyone.

 

I needed to have a conversation with Urahara.