Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Time to Meet You ❯ Hichigo ( Chapter 4 )

Title: Time to Meet You
Author: Dolphin_26
Rating: Y
Summary: Hichigo makes his presence know.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach or any of its characters, they belong to Tite Kubo.


Chapter 4

Hichigo didn’t like rain. Rain meant that the King of Bakas was upset and if he was upset then he was no fun to mess with. If he was upset, Hichigo would have to put up with horrible weather.

He didn’t like rain but he hated being cold. Being cold meant numb hands and slow reflexes. In other words, being cold was fatal. At least with rain it was relatively easy to dry out but it took forever to warm up.

Therefore, when he realized that Ichigo was falling for the frosty Division Ten Taicho, he was more than displeased. Seriously-the shrimp was a human shaped block of ice with a personality to match. The only redeeming quality the shrimp possessed was his obvious intelligence when he noticed that the King was an idiot. However, the hollow couldn’t complain when the rain stopped because of the shrimp; and Hichigo grudgingly accepted that he would never be warm again. He never called the Taicho by name always referring to the short male as yuki hime. Yuki because the shrimp’s reiatsu was the epitome of winter. Hime because for one thing, Hichigo knew it would irritate the Taicho; secondly, because there was a certain untouchable air about the ice wielder.

Neither he nor the King had ever seen the Taicho fight until a few months later. While the King tried to worry himself to death, Hichigo found himself painfully aroused.

That small body contained unbelievable power and strength. Every movement was smooth, efficient, and brutal. The Taicho became the dragon he wielded. The normally cold eyes glittered with emotions. After the fight, which lasted only a short while, Hichigo growled in frustration as he watched that passion disappear behind icy walls.

From then on, he watched the yuki hime whenever he could with his desire and frustration mounting. The hollow wanted to smash those icy walls into pieces to expose the hidden passion underneath. He wanted to see his yuki hime succumb completely to that passion.

If anyone were to ask, Hichigo would freely admit that he wanted to screw his yuki hime senseless. He wanted to hear the smaller male moan from both pain and pleasure. He would never admit that the Taicho made him feel funny. Every inch of his being demanded that he and the King-since they were the same-claim the smaller male.

Hichigo didn’t like the cold but for his yuki hime, he would make an exception. The little taste Hichigo had gotten of his yuki hime earlier only made him want him even more.


The following day Ichigo didn’t hear a word from the hollow. Even though Toshiro swore that Hichigo hadn’t harmed him, Ichigo still fully intended on having a friendly little chat with him. It was about time the damn hollow answered some questions. Right now, though, the teen was fighting off laughter as his kitten once again got drug off by Orihime and Momo to try on an outfit. The dark haired lieutenant had heard all about the wonderful shopping in the world of the living from Rangiku and was eager to look at the various stores. He had to give the two girls credit so far they had gotten his boyfriend to try on three different outfits-his kitten looked good in all of them. So good, in fact, that Ichigo was having a hard time controlling himself.

Toshiro rolled his eyes as his sister and Orihime fussed over the outfit they got him to put on. The first time they tried to dress him up he threw a fit but after seeing Ichigo’s reaction, he grudgingly allowed the two girls to keep on picking out clothes for him. A tiny part of him enjoyed watching his boyfriend squirm. What the poor teen didn’t know was that every outfit the prodigy modeled was being bought. Ironically, all the outfits were in the bags the strawberry was currently carrying-Ichigo was none the wiser.

Being dressed up as a doll was a small price to pay for seeing Momo smiling and giggling like she did before she ever met that bastard Aizen. Besides, it was interesting to observe the interaction between her and Orihime. The two were-for lack of a better word-cute together. His vision was suddenly filled with a snowflake hanging from what looked like a collar.

“I think this will finish off the outfit perfectly,” Orihime said brightly. Momo looked over the redhead’s shoulder nodding her head. “Shiro, you look adorable.”

Toshiro ignored the comment. Standing up, the ice wielder sighed as he fastened the collar around his neck. “This is the last time I’m letting you two dress me up.”

Both girls giggled as he walked out of the dressing room. Both of them were eager to see the look on Ichigo’s face when he saw the Taicho. They weren’t disappointed.

Ichigo’s mouth felt like a desert. The previous outfits looked good on his kitten but this one was by far the best. A dark blue, long-sleeved shirt; black jeans that looked like they had been painted on; a collar with a silver snowflake charm; and finally a slim, silver chain wrapped around slender hips. The dark colors made his kitten’s snowy hair and teal eyes stand out. Screw looking good-his kitten looked hot. The teen could only hope his body didn’t give away how turned on he was. He couldn’t stop staring.

Wow

Hichigo’s voice broke the trance the teen was in.
Damn. Too bad we’re in a public place.

Ichigo could only agree.

Toshiro smirked at the look on his strawberry’s face. The look of pure shock was hilarious but even better was when the shock morphed into something quite different. The ice wielder almost couldn’t stop from shivering as the warm brown eyes darkened with what was unmistakably lust. That look was more than worth the embarrassment of being a dress up doll for the girls.

Orihime felt her cheeks turn pink as she watched Ichigo walk around Toshiro blatantly checking him out. From the corner of her eye, she could tell that Momo’s cheeks were flushed as well. It’s not every day a girl watches her brother being checked out.

Rangiku is going to be so jealous when she hears about this, thought Momo.


Meanwhile in the Soul Society Rukia grew concerned when her girlfriend began sneezing uncontrollably. “Are you all right?”

Rangiku smiled at the concern. If it were possible, Rukia would worry herself to death. “I’m fine, someone’s thinking of me, that is all,” she hastened to reassure the raven-haired woman. Only a handful of people actually knew that her girlfriend possessed a warm, soft heart underneath the cool exterior. I wonder how things are going with Taicho.


Ichigo Kurosaki was famous for his lack of control. However, he felt he deserved a reward right now. After all, he hadn’t molested his boyfriend in the mall except with his eyes. However, who could blame him. Those who didn’t know him often mistook his kitten for a child; but with the way Orihime and Momo had dressed him up, it was obvious that he was anything but one. His kitten received many admiring glances, especially after that last outfit, from multiple people of both genders. Ichigo was quite proud of himself for not beating the crap out of them. Thankfully, he and his kitten were almost home because Ichigo didn’t think he could restrain himself and Hichigo from hurting anyone who eyeballed Toshiro much longer.

Toshiro seemed to realize what was running through his head because he quickly made excuses to the girls so that the two of them could leave. Surprisingly Momo and Orihime easily agreed to let them go with the promise to go out to eat the following night.

As soon as the front door was shut and locked Ichigo drug Toshiro upstairs to his room. Watching the strawberry squirm had been amusing but the prodigy knew that both Ichigo and Hichigo could only be pushed so far. They held out longer then he thought they would but all of the extra attention started getting to them. It also started to get to him. Ichigo and Hichigo’s attention Toshiro didn’t mind, however, the attention he was getting from complete strangers made him feel uncomfortable.
Vaguely the Taicho remembered Karin mentioning something about the other three Kurosaki’s not being back until late. That thought was quickly shoved away as Ichigo pushed him onto the bed. From his position Toshiro looked up at the taller male questioningly. The warm brown eyes were filled with love and something else that made him feel very warm. “Ichigo?”

“Shh.” The strawberry shushed Toshiro placing a hand on his kitten’s chest and gently pushed until the Taicho lay against the pillows. His fingers moved upwards caressing the pale neck before tracing the pale jaw eventually making their way to rub across Toshiro’s lips. Ichigo smirked at his kitten’s soft gasp. It never dawned on him that Toshiro was purposefully teasing him until that last outfit. The beautiful teal eyes darkened, drawing Ichigo in. The strawberry’s smirk softened as he crawled onto the bed so that he was leaning over his boyfriend. He lowered his head to kiss Toshiro’s soft lips.

Toshiro moaned softly giving the teen the opportunity to slip his tongue into the prodigy’s hot mouth. While they tasted each other, Toshiro’s arms wrapped around Ichigo’s neck. The teen pulled away but before the prodigy could complain, he began kissing down the pale neck until he got to the joint where shoulder and neck met. Lightly nibbling the cool skin, he was pleased to hear the other male whimpering. He fought the urge to bite instead slipping his hands underneath his kitten’s shirt caressing the soft skin before pulling it up, off, and throwing it to the floor.

Toshiro frowned despite the pleasure he felt. Before his strawberry could touch him, he placed a hand on Ichigo’s chest, “Take it off.” A raised eyebrow followed by a smug smirk was the only response he got. Ichigo pulled back and took the offending shirt off giving Toshiro a nice view of bare skin. Toshiro began running his fingers lightly over every inch of the somewhat tanned skin loving the way Ichigo suddenly had a hard time breathing. His lips soon followed, retracing the path his fingers had taken mere moments before. When he licked a nipple, Ichigo growled, jerking him into a brutal kiss.


Back at Orihime’s apartment, Momo was flipping through channels on TV. just to see the different types of shows. Dressing her brother up to tease Ichigo was fun. Her cheeks heated up as she remembered some of the looks Shiro received. Some of those looks were extremely intense yet there was always love mixed equally with the desire. I wish someone would look at me like that. The more time she spent watching the two males the more she realized that they were perfect for each other. Sighing she turned the TV off. Ichigo treated her like he treated Orihime-just like a little sister. It was good to know that now her brother had someone besides her and Rangiku in his life.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

The sudden, unexpected knocking on the door startled Momo out of her thoughts. Orihime had not mentioned anything about expecting company before she went to take a shower. She rose from the couch and opened the door to see a vaguely familiar person. “Hello?”
The guy blinked at her in surprise, “Hinamori-fukutaicho?”

“Yes, can I help you?” In some ways, this guy reminded her of Toshiro.

The guy pushed his glasses up before answering. “I’m Ishida Uryu, a friend of Hitsugaya-Taicho, Ichigo, and Orihime. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Suddenly Momo realized how rude she was being by making him stand outside, “Oh, no you’re not interrupting. Please come on in.” She could not help noticing that he carried himself like Shiro and was just as polite.

“I didn’t mean to intrude upon your evening but I wanted to introduce myself to you since it seems like you’ve become part of our group now.”

Momo stifled a giggle. He was similar to Shiro yet different. For one thing, he talked a lot more than Toshiro. Years of talking to the prodigy had taught her to overlook what others perceived as insulting comments. Instead she smiled, “I’m glad to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you from both Orihime and Ichigo, not to mention Shiro.”

Uryu winced, “Whatever you’ve heard can’t be good if you heard it from Ichigo.”

This time Momo did not try to hold back her giggle. “Orihime should be out in a minute or two, have a seat.”

“Thank you,” he said as he sat down on the couch. “Are you enjoying your stay?”

Momo situated herself in a chair across from him, “Oh yes, I’ve had a lot of fun. I’ve seen so many things that my head spins when I stop to think about all of them.”

Uryu chuckled, however, before he could comment Orihime walked in. “Hi, Uryu! I thought I heard your voice. What brings you here to this part of the world?”

“I just came to meet Hinamori-fukutaicho,” he answered.

“You don’t have to be so formal; just call me Momo.” The Quincy was the only one of the ryoka who Toshiro liked in the beginning. According to him, the Quincy was the only one who had any manners. I guess Ichigo grew on him.

“I have an idea! Uryu, why don’t you have dinner with us tomorrow?”

The Quincy seemed surprised by the offer. “Uh, sure.”

Orihime smiled. It would be nice to spend the evening with the two people she cared for the most. Besides something told her that Toshiro wouldn’t feel like going anywhere tomorrow.

A.N.: I had a hard time with this chapter. Next chapter won’t be posted until Jan. 3rd or 4th because I will be out of town for the holidays.