Beyond the Hourglass
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
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2,747
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18
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They Follow
A/N: Umm. . . yeah. Sorry this one took so long. I kind of lost interest in this story for a bit. That and I had some major issues with one of my characters. But I think I\'ve resolved most of that, but we\'ll see what happens. I know this chapter\'s short, but that\'s the way it is. I did actually try to make it longer, but it wouldn\'t cooperate. On to the chapter!
They Follow
Ichigo was confused. He was sitting at a table in a kitchen watching his enemy make him breakfast. The man was, for some reason or other, wearing an apron. This enemy still had no name, and he refused to divulge it. He did not dare try and escape. The control the man had over Vorn implied he was in some sort of leadership position and that meant he was probably even stronger than Vorn, and Vorn had nearly beaten him senseless. But it was getting very confusing calling him ‘the man’ and he would really like a name to associate with him.
“You may call me Revenge, if you wish,” the man said without Ichigo having to ask.
“Revenge?”
“We are named after the emotion that made us into what we are. Vorn is German for anger, etc.”
“Vorn mentioned something about a Revenge. Something about attacking Urahara’s?”
“Yes. I completely destroyed it.”
“But, Shunsui and Urahara were guarding it. What happened to them?”
“I did not kill them, if that is what you mean. I said earlier that I hate death.”
“But, why?”
“If you are asking why I attacked Urahara’s, it was a purely tactical maneuver. That was my enemy’s base, so I took it out. If you mean my distaste for death, well, that is not something I am willing to go into.”
A silence fell.
“Well, here’s breakfast,” Revenge said, handing him a plate of food.
Ichigo accepted the food somewhat reluctantly, hesitant to accept food from his enemy, no matter how friendly that enemy was acting. After taking a few bites, however, he decided that the food was delicious and deserved to be eaten, quickly.
“Where’s everyone else?” Ichigo asked.
“I sent them away. They each have their jobs to do. Plus, I didn’t want them to bother you.”
“I’m glad you’re so concerned about my well being,” Ichigo said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Well, your being held hostage was not a part of the plan. It was an improvisation by Ryu, probably motivated by his desire to crush your spirit. We have no need for prisoners, and as soon as the next stage of our plan is complete you are free to go.”
“And how long is that going to take, exactly?”
“Actually, we’ll be done tonight. Like I said, we have no need for a prisoner.”
“And what, may I ask, is this next stage?”
“We are working on a gate into Soul Society. Vorn used to be the Captain of the twelfth division, so he’s taken care of most of that.”
“Were all of you guys Captains?”
“Yes, except maybe Nanashi. We have no idea about him. He never talks.”
“He’s the really large guy?”
“Yes.”
“So, um, where are we?”
“In the country. About two hours away from Karakura town.”
“This is a pretty small place. I’m used to the bad guys having mansions.”
“I prefer smaller residences. Besides, you couldn’t even begin to imagine having to clean up after these people. I don’t want to even think about cleaning up a mansion of their filth.”
They laughed for a minute. Their conversation was leaving Ichigo even more confused than before. He was befriending the enemy.
“Don’t think of me as the enemy. I have no quarrel with you.”
“What are you? Psychic?”
“No. I’ve just been around long enough that I can tell what most people are thinking just by looking them in the eyes. And your eyes tell a very interesting story.”
“Oh? And what story is that?”
“The story of a boy who has found his first love, of course.”
“Sounds pretty generic to me.”
“The simple things in life are often the most enjoyable. You hear ‘a boy who has found his first love’ and you think ‘how boring, give me something more exciting.’ But I hear it, and I see something to be treasured and guarded. A first love is not something to be taken so lightly.”
“And would this be from experience?”
“I have only ever loved one man, and I treasure what we had every day.”
“‘Had’?”
“He passed away a very long time ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“Thank you for the food.”
“Oh, it was nothing. I actually like to cook. Now how about you help me clean up this mess?”
They Follow
Ichigo was confused. He was sitting at a table in a kitchen watching his enemy make him breakfast. The man was, for some reason or other, wearing an apron. This enemy still had no name, and he refused to divulge it. He did not dare try and escape. The control the man had over Vorn implied he was in some sort of leadership position and that meant he was probably even stronger than Vorn, and Vorn had nearly beaten him senseless. But it was getting very confusing calling him ‘the man’ and he would really like a name to associate with him.
“You may call me Revenge, if you wish,” the man said without Ichigo having to ask.
“Revenge?”
“We are named after the emotion that made us into what we are. Vorn is German for anger, etc.”
“Vorn mentioned something about a Revenge. Something about attacking Urahara’s?”
“Yes. I completely destroyed it.”
“But, Shunsui and Urahara were guarding it. What happened to them?”
“I did not kill them, if that is what you mean. I said earlier that I hate death.”
“But, why?”
“If you are asking why I attacked Urahara’s, it was a purely tactical maneuver. That was my enemy’s base, so I took it out. If you mean my distaste for death, well, that is not something I am willing to go into.”
A silence fell.
“Well, here’s breakfast,” Revenge said, handing him a plate of food.
Ichigo accepted the food somewhat reluctantly, hesitant to accept food from his enemy, no matter how friendly that enemy was acting. After taking a few bites, however, he decided that the food was delicious and deserved to be eaten, quickly.
“Where’s everyone else?” Ichigo asked.
“I sent them away. They each have their jobs to do. Plus, I didn’t want them to bother you.”
“I’m glad you’re so concerned about my well being,” Ichigo said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Well, your being held hostage was not a part of the plan. It was an improvisation by Ryu, probably motivated by his desire to crush your spirit. We have no need for prisoners, and as soon as the next stage of our plan is complete you are free to go.”
“And how long is that going to take, exactly?”
“Actually, we’ll be done tonight. Like I said, we have no need for a prisoner.”
“And what, may I ask, is this next stage?”
“We are working on a gate into Soul Society. Vorn used to be the Captain of the twelfth division, so he’s taken care of most of that.”
“Were all of you guys Captains?”
“Yes, except maybe Nanashi. We have no idea about him. He never talks.”
“He’s the really large guy?”
“Yes.”
“So, um, where are we?”
“In the country. About two hours away from Karakura town.”
“This is a pretty small place. I’m used to the bad guys having mansions.”
“I prefer smaller residences. Besides, you couldn’t even begin to imagine having to clean up after these people. I don’t want to even think about cleaning up a mansion of their filth.”
They laughed for a minute. Their conversation was leaving Ichigo even more confused than before. He was befriending the enemy.
“Don’t think of me as the enemy. I have no quarrel with you.”
“What are you? Psychic?”
“No. I’ve just been around long enough that I can tell what most people are thinking just by looking them in the eyes. And your eyes tell a very interesting story.”
“Oh? And what story is that?”
“The story of a boy who has found his first love, of course.”
“Sounds pretty generic to me.”
“The simple things in life are often the most enjoyable. You hear ‘a boy who has found his first love’ and you think ‘how boring, give me something more exciting.’ But I hear it, and I see something to be treasured and guarded. A first love is not something to be taken so lightly.”
“And would this be from experience?”
“I have only ever loved one man, and I treasure what we had every day.”
“‘Had’?”
“He passed away a very long time ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“Thank you for the food.”
“Oh, it was nothing. I actually like to cook. Now how about you help me clean up this mess?”