Different Perspectives

Warning: Yaoi(boy x boy) don’t read if you don’t like.



AN: Thank you to satterb and Yakumo for the reviews. Ok just a heads up for this chapter, I am NOT making Yumi evil or conniving or anything like that. I am just making him intelligent and protective of his ‘family’. So he’s really a good person inside since I adore the character. I don’t see Yumi as homosexual I see him as beautiful-sexual(in other words he will screw something only if he deems it beautiful male or female)



Chapter Eleven



Izuru sighed as he found himself once more standing before the gates of Division Eleven. The excitement of earlier in the day had exhausted him. Instead of going to the archives like he had planned, Izuru had instead returned home to rest. Worry and relief had worn him down. The nap had done him good and now he felt much more refreshed and ready to deal with Kenpachi and Yachiru. He kept telling himself that he was only doing this for the sake of his parents but he couldn’t stop the thrill that went through him at the idea of seeing the captain.



The gate guard waved him through and Izuru gave a grateful nod to the young man. The boy had probably gotten on Kenpachi’s bad side to warrant night guard duty. The Seireitei might seem peaceful but that didn’t mean that the random invasion of Hollow didn’t occur. Division Eleven was the first into battle and as such needed to be prepared with someone to raise the alert should it be needed. The night guard was according to Renji, the absolute worst job to be assigned. He felt a little twinge of pity for the boy that was stuck on such a boring job.



Making his way into the main building, Izuru noted the stares of several of the division members. Izuru ignored them until a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Turning, Izuru came face to face with an attractive raven haired man. His hair was cut to just below his chin and four feathers adorned his left eye, two at each corner. Izuru would have thought this a ridiculous look on anyone but him. They seemed to fit this man.



“So you are the one the captain has the hots for. I can see why he’s smitten with you. It takes some doing to be as beautiful as me and you come pretty close. Though I have to say you carry a lot of baggage in your eyes. That’s not a very beautiful thing to do.” said the raven haired man as he ran a finger down the length of Izuru‘s sleeve. Izuru recognized him as one of the men that had come with Kenpachi into the division. ‘Yumichika, I think that was the name.’ thought Izuru to himself.



“Excuse me, can I help you?” asked Izuru, uncomfortable with the stare from the man. He looked as if he was attempting to see into him and find some undesirable trait to exploit.



“Oi, Yumi, leave the boy alone and come back over here. The cards have been dealt and I want to see how much more money you are gonna owe me.” yelled a bald man. Yumichika’s eye’s narrowed but he released the arm. Heaving a sigh, Yumi flounced back over to the table where three other’s waited to play their cards. Izuru watched in amazement as the raven picked up his cards and then over the process of several rounds had the entire pot in front of him and the bald man yelling obscenities at him. Izuru had no doubt that the brunette was smarter than the average man and had no trouble pretending to be otherwise if it got him what he wanted. Izuru lifted a brow to Yumi and the raven just smirked and took a sip of the sake in front of him.



“What are you slackers doing, holding up my dinner date?” boomed Kenpachi from the hall. Izuru blushed and attempted to blend into the wall as the large man stalked into the room, heading straight for him.



“I see you have met two of my slackers. The prissy boy is Yumichika.” Yumi snorted at the comment and continued to sip his sake, “And the bald one is Ikkaku.” said Kenpachi. Izuru bowed politely but remained silent. The only person that seemed to be sober was Yumichika and Izuru was unsure what to think of the man.



“Come on Izuru, the brat is waiting.” said Kenpachi as he lead the blonde down the hall. Izuru avoided looking at his escort and kept his eyes facing forward.



“I saw the picture you drew of Yachiru.” Izuru glanced up at the comment. “It was amazing.” Kenpachi continued.



“It was rough but it served its purpose.” said Izuru.



“Eh?”



“The drawing, I poured my worries into it and was given a small amount of peace.” answered Izuru.



“You worry to much boy. I can see it in your eyes.” said Kenpachi. Izuru’s eyes widened. That was so similar to what Yumichika had said to him a few minutes earlier. Was he so easy to read? Before he could continue to evaluate the thought, Kenpachi stopped at a door and opened it. Motioning Izuru inside, Kenpachi followed and closed the door behind him.



“Pretty-chan!” screamed Yachiru with pleasure as she nearly tackled Izuru by jumping in his arms and planted a wet kiss on his cheek. Izuru caught her hug then set her on the ground. The girl immediately crawled to Kenpachi’s shoulder, laid her head against his and sighed. Izuru knew in that moment that he could not imagine the two of them apart. They complemented each other so well, he was almost jealous. Kenpachi lead them to the table and dinner began. Izuru soon found himself relaxing and even enjoying the company.



Yachiru chattered like a magpie throughout the entire dinner. Izuru wondered how the food on her plate disappeared so quickly with her nonstop talking. Kenpachi simply nodded at her talk and continued to sip at his sake.



“Ken-chan, guess what?” chirped Yachiru after taking a drink of milk.



“What is that, Yachiru?” asked Kenpachi before taking another sip of the sake.



“I was elected president of the Shinigami Women’s Association.” she practically yelled. Kenpachi then proceeded to choke on the sake as it burned down the wrong pipe. Yachiru patted his back and Kenpachi scowled at her.



“What did I tell you about that so called club? It’s a bunch of women getting together to think of ways to annoy the men.” growled Kenpachi. Yachiru’s eyes became big and began to fill with tears. She promptly buried her face in Izuru’s yukata and began balling her eyes out. Izuru sent Kenpachi a death glare and pulled the small girl into his lap.



“Don’t coddle her.” muttered Kenpachi as he finished the sake.



“She’s just a little girl, why are you being so cruel. Its not as if the women’s association causes any trouble or Yamamoto wouldn’t allow them to exist.” said Izuru as he continued to rub Yachiru’s back. Kenpachi scowled.



“Fuck, if you want to play around with that worthless club then I’m not gonna stop you.” relented Kenpachi. Yachiru burst up from Izuru’s lap, her eyes dry and cheerful once again. She lunged at Kenpachi and encircled her tiny arms around his neck. Izuru’s eyes widened at the sight. How had she gone from crying her eyes out to completely tear free in a matter of moments? Had she been playing him? The look that Kenpachi shot him told him that yes she had. Izuru blushed at his gullibility. Kenpachi chuckled and scooped the girl into his arms. Yachiru had that effect on people after all. She knew it and set about to abuse it for all it was worth. She was young not stupid.



“Wait here.” he ordered before carrying her from the room. Izuru sighed and sipped the sake. It had a good flavor and was the perfect ending to a good meal. It amazed Izuru how easily he had gotten over his apprehension of the meal. Yachiru’s presence had helped a lot. Izuru was fond of the girl and she seemed to be fond of him.



“What are your reasons for sniffing around the captain?” said a voice from the doorway. Izuru looked up and saw Yumichika leaning against the frame, picking at an invisible piece of lint on his otherwise meticulous uniform.



“I don’t know what you are talking about.” said Izuru. Izuru’s insides chilled a little at the gleam in the other’s eye. Yumichika strolled into the room and allowed his eyes to drift around the room before settling on Izuru.



“You aren’t the type that the captain usually brings around. So what are you hoping to get from this.” purred Yumi as he settled himself beside Izuru. Izuru flinched away as a manicured nail teased at the long bangs on his face. The raven haired man smiled but didn’t touch him again.



“The only thing I ‘want’ from Captain Zaraki is access to the Division Eleven archives.” said Izuru stiffly. It irked him to have to explain himself to the prissy Yumichika.



“Hmm and why would you want to go in that dusty, moldy, old room?” asked Yumichika.



“None of your fucking business.” growled Izuru, tired of the game the other was playing. Yumichika simply arched a perfect brow and looked at the blonde.



“You have balls so I am only going to say this once. If you hurt my family I will cut them off and cook them for dinner.” purred Yumichika. Izuru’s eyes narrowed but before he could utter a retort, a think blanket of an angry and powerful reiatsu enveloped the room. Both occupants looked up to see Kenpachi standing in the doorway, anger radiating off of him in waves. Izuru saw the sweat pop out onto the raven’s forehead. He himself felt the weight and was struggling to keep his posture and appearance from showing it. Kenpachi had massive reiatsu and it felt like all of it was centered in this room.



“Yumichika, may I ask what the fuck you are doing in my private room?” snarled Kenpachi from the door.



“Nothing, Captain. I was just talking with Lieutenant Kira.” murmured Yumichika. He sent a somewhat pleading look Izuru’s way and he couldn’t help but pity the man. It seemed that Kenpachi Zaraki, while fair, definitely had no qualms with enforcing his laws on his subordinates.



“Its fine, Kenpachi. Yumichika and I were just talking.” Izuru said. Kenpachi nodded and reined in some of his reiatsu. Yumichika breathed a sigh of relief and sent a grateful look Izuru’s way. In that moment, Izuru and Yumichika came to somewhat of an understanding. It wasn’t much but it was a start. Izuru saw the intelligence in the flamboyant man’s eyes as well as the love of his “family”.



“Get out, Yumi and close the door.” growled Kenpachi and Yumichika rushed to obey the order. Kenpachi settled next to Izuru once again. Grabbing one of Izuru’s wrists, Kenpachi brought it to his lips.



“Don’t lie to me again.” he growled before biting down gently on the skin above his pulse. The breathe in Izuru’s lungs stilled.



“I’m not lying.” whispered Izuru. Kenpachi kept his hold on the wrist and reached up to grab Izuru’s chin with the other.



“Bullshit.” growled Kenpachi before crushing his lips to Izuru’s. Izuru gasped at the sudden assault, an action that Kenpachi took full advantage of and thrust his tongue in to the warm orifice. The tongue plundered all Izuru had to offer, thrusting in an imitation of a more intimate dance. Izuru moaned at the way that Kenpachi completely took him over. In most of his sexual trysts, though Izuru was the bottom, he was mostly the one in control. Not so with Kenpachi. Kenpachi made it clear that he was in control and Izuru was all to happy to relinquish his control to him.



Kenpachi withdrew his lips, but only far enough that that they still felt each other’s breath ghosting over skin. Izuru lay limp in his arms, attempting to control the feelings that were coursing through him. Kenpachi didn’t give him a chance to sort them out. His lips bit Izuru’s chin before nipping and sucking his way down the arched throat of pink tinged skin. His lips stopped at the base of Izuru’s throat and sucked hard over the pulse that pounded. Izuru was sure he was going expire from the feelings both emotional and physical.



“You belong to me.” growled Kenpachi as he lifted his lips to admire the bruise that was forming.



“I don’t belong to anyone.” gasped Izuru as he tried to calm his heart rate.



“You will admit to it one day soon.” purred Kenpachi, giving the bruise one last lick before standing and pulling Izuru to his feet. Izuru swayed for a moment before gaining equilibrium. Kenpachi grinned at the appearance of Izuru. His hair was slightly mussed, his cheeks blushed pink, his lips red and swollen, his eyes held a bedroom gleam to them and Kenpachi found it hard to let him go. Taking Izuru’s hand and linking their fingers, Kenpachi once again escorted the lieutenant to the gate.



Kenpachi brought the hand that was linked with his own to his lips. Licking his tongue across the palm, Kenpachi enjoyed the blush that darkened on the blonde’s face. It was so hard for him to send the boy on his way. But he knew the best way with Izuru was the slow way, even if it caused him a little extra pain and required him getting more familiar with his hand. Grinning, he dropped the hand and turned towards his division. Izuru watched him as he disappear into the building. Izuru remained standing there for a few moments. ‘How does he do that?’ wondered Izuru as he turned to go home.



TBC~