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Lovers and Liars
a/n: Another request complete! I feel all accomplished!
Thanks to Yakumo, Kuromei (I know! I'm totally going to have to write more of Syazel and Ishida!), Ibelen, MasterAkira, uchiha mikomi, and rowenstar (I completely understand! I'm just glad that you're still enjoying!).
Title: Lovers and Liars
Characters: Ichigo, Komamura
Rating: T
Warning: Slight OOC and crack? Spoilers about Isshin's background
Words: 1364
Description: Ichigo hadn't realized that he preferred this. A quiet understanding that didn't assume and didn't patronize.
Dedication: For Kisuke-san, who wanted a Komamura/Ichigo. I don't think I managed the pairing part.
For Ichigo, what the Shinigami suffered after Aizen's abandonment was somewhat removed from him. He didn't know the traitors personally, didn't have a relationship with them. So he couldn't feel the same distress that his newfound friends did. While he harbored some anger for the way they had treated Rukia, it didn't quite affect him.
Now, however, he thought he could understand what they were going through. There was nothing so painful as having someone close to you lie to your face. Especially for reasons that couldn't be understood, that lacked explanation.
It was why he sat here, in Soul Society rather than in Karakura, where that man could easily find him. Urahara had given him the means to escape to Soul Society, knowing that if he didn't, the anger would be transferred to him as well. He supposed part of it was the geta-boushi's fault because he had known and said nothing. But then, kami only knew what Isshin had demanded of his friend. It was a matter between father and son.
That didn't make him pissed off at his father any less. And he'd be happy if he didn't have to see the liar for a few days. A week even. Possibly more. If he had to look at that man, he would strangle him. Yeah, so maybe he was acting like an immature brat, but someone should have mentioned that to Isshin when he thought it was better to hide potentially stress-easing information rather than reveal it when his son needed to it the most.
No, instead Ichigo had to hear it from Soifon of all people. Fucking Soifon! Not his father. No, never him. Not his own flesh and blood father but someone else. And it burned; it stung like betrayal. To know for all those years when he felt strange and out of sorts for seeing spirits that Isshin was only stringing him along.
There were footsteps on the ground behind him. Someone who obviously couldn't read the “keep the fuck away” vibes he was giving off in droves. He thought he'd made it pretty clear that he didn't want to talk to anyone. If it was Rukia, he was going to hurt her. Like seriously.
“It is a pain like none other,” a voice rumbled behind him in the same moment that a shadow cast over him.
Ichigo turned and found, of all people, Komamura Sajin standing there, lupine eyes filled with a kind sort of understanding and empathy. While Ichigo hadn't expressed the reason behind his sudden desire to visit Soul Society, he had the feeling that somehow, the seventh division captain knew. As if there were something tangible in Ichigo's reiatsu that expressed his bitterness.
“And words are useless,” Komamura added, tone taking on that of remembered heartache.
Ichigo gestured with his head towards the empty space beside him, the other captain too polite to take it without invitation. “You can sit if you want.” He had to give the Shinigami credit for braving the dark vibes Ichigo radiated.
Komamura inclined his head and accepted the offer, lowering his bulk with a grace Ichigo wouldn't have expected of the rather large... fox? He suddenly remembered that if there was one person who understood where Ichigo was coming from, it would be Komamura. Whose closest friend had lied to him for the entire time they’d known each other.
Oh, sure crazy Hinamori could get it, but she was a nutcase, and Ichigo suspected that the relationship between Kira-san and Ichimaru was more than he could comprehend. That Hisagi guy had admired his captain, and that was about it. But Komamura was different. Tousen had not only been his friend but more like family. The only one who had seen him for a person and not for a thing. Such treachery must have struck just as deeply.
“I'm sure you heard it all before,” Komamura began, gaze following the same direction as Ichigo's. The far away horizon where the sun gradually dipped behind a distant mountain range. “‘There's a reason. You can't have known. It'll be alright.’”
Ichigo could tell those were direct quotes.
He snorted. “That last one is the biggest load of shit I've ever heard.”
“Yes, it really does not help,” Komamura agreed but said nothing else.
And they sat in companionable silence for a few minutes more. Ichigo considered Komamura's story. He thought it only fair to share his own.
Balancing his arms on his drawn out knees, Ichigo frowned deeply. “Did you know a Shinigami by the name of Tsurugi Isshin?”
The captain appeared to consider before he shook his head. “Not that I can recall. It sounds familiar, but then, I have not been around as long as some of the others. Perhaps Ukitake-san or Kyouraku would know.”
“Oh, they do,” Ichigo answered, and there was bitterness in his voice. “They knew because he's my father.”
“Ah.” And there was a great bit of understanding in that single word as many things clicked into place for Komamura. “I take it you did not know he was a Shinigami.”
Ichigo remained silent, and that in itself was answer enough. He supposed that comparing his father's inability to speak the truth to Tousen's deliberate betrayal was a little harsh. He was sure many would see it that way. But they didn't know the emotional turmoil he had suffered.
They didn't know how much Ichigo had blamed himself for his mother's death, unable to understand what had happened, unable to understand the existence of Hollows. They hadn't had their father lie every time about being unable to see ghosts. They hadn't struggled with their Shinigami abilities, uncertain how to handle the changes to his life with literally no one to turn to but the somewhat perverted shopkeeper and an elusive female Shinigami. Neither of whom were there half the time. They hadn't been forced to fight their inner Hollow for dominance.
All this time, Isshin had known what he was, had known what his son had the potential to become. He had to have known what was happening, and he'd obviously known what had really killed Ichigo's mother. And yet, he'd said nothing. He'd kept his fake ignorance and his truth to himself, hoarding inside. He hadn't bothered to share any of his valuable insight with his son. His own fucking son!
He wondered if his father had watched him flounder with amusement. Surely, he must have since he hadn't bothered to offer a single iota of help. And all that crap about training was complete bullshit. Ichigo didn't want wake-up-kicks. He wanted answers and maybe just a little support. For once in his life.
Ichigo didn't realize that he was trembling until the rather massive hand – paw? – settled on his shoulder, squeezing comfortingly. He drew in a breath, shaky and ragged, squeezing his eyes shut to block out the emotions running their frantic pace inside of him.
Komamura didn't say anything, but that was okay because Ichigo didn't want to hear any words. His emotions were such a torn mix of anger and betrayal and sorrow that he really didn't know what he was feeling. He didn't want to be reassured or given advice. He preferred this. A quiet understanding that didn't assume and didn't patronize.
“Did he have a reason?” Komamura finally asked once Ichigo's breathing had calmed to a less homicidal pace.
“I didn't ask.”
“Why?”
“Because no matter what it was, I wouldn't accept it.”
Komamura made a sound that was more like a rumble in his chest, possibly a noise of assent. “I want someday to ask Tousen why myself.”
“Would you accept it?”
There was a pause. “I suppose that I will not know until I hear it.”
Ichigo huffed, but it wasn't in annoyance. He pondered his own circumstances. Komamura's hand still hadn't left his shoulder, but Ichigo found he didn't mind too much. In fact, he was growing rather used to that comfortable weight.
“Maybe,” he conceded to the unspoken request. “When I stop wanting to punch him when I see his face, I'll actually ask.”
The captain inclined his head in understanding, and they shared the rest of the sunset in quiet agreement. Just like that, his anger was gone. Dissipated into the descending evening. And when Ichigo quietly thanked Komamura with burning cheeks, he was treated to a very rare sight.
A smile.
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a/n: Admittedly, there isn't much pairing in here. But Komamura is really hard for me to write. He's too... calm, for lack of a better word. He's too solid, I guess. I don't know. Perhaps I'll give it a try again in the future.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!
Thanks to Yakumo, Kuromei (I know! I'm totally going to have to write more of Syazel and Ishida!), Ibelen, MasterAkira, uchiha mikomi, and rowenstar (I completely understand! I'm just glad that you're still enjoying!).
Title: Lovers and Liars
Characters: Ichigo, Komamura
Rating: T
Warning: Slight OOC and crack? Spoilers about Isshin's background
Words: 1364
Description: Ichigo hadn't realized that he preferred this. A quiet understanding that didn't assume and didn't patronize.
Dedication: For Kisuke-san, who wanted a Komamura/Ichigo. I don't think I managed the pairing part.
For Ichigo, what the Shinigami suffered after Aizen's abandonment was somewhat removed from him. He didn't know the traitors personally, didn't have a relationship with them. So he couldn't feel the same distress that his newfound friends did. While he harbored some anger for the way they had treated Rukia, it didn't quite affect him.
Now, however, he thought he could understand what they were going through. There was nothing so painful as having someone close to you lie to your face. Especially for reasons that couldn't be understood, that lacked explanation.
It was why he sat here, in Soul Society rather than in Karakura, where that man could easily find him. Urahara had given him the means to escape to Soul Society, knowing that if he didn't, the anger would be transferred to him as well. He supposed part of it was the geta-boushi's fault because he had known and said nothing. But then, kami only knew what Isshin had demanded of his friend. It was a matter between father and son.
That didn't make him pissed off at his father any less. And he'd be happy if he didn't have to see the liar for a few days. A week even. Possibly more. If he had to look at that man, he would strangle him. Yeah, so maybe he was acting like an immature brat, but someone should have mentioned that to Isshin when he thought it was better to hide potentially stress-easing information rather than reveal it when his son needed to it the most.
No, instead Ichigo had to hear it from Soifon of all people. Fucking Soifon! Not his father. No, never him. Not his own flesh and blood father but someone else. And it burned; it stung like betrayal. To know for all those years when he felt strange and out of sorts for seeing spirits that Isshin was only stringing him along.
There were footsteps on the ground behind him. Someone who obviously couldn't read the “keep the fuck away” vibes he was giving off in droves. He thought he'd made it pretty clear that he didn't want to talk to anyone. If it was Rukia, he was going to hurt her. Like seriously.
“It is a pain like none other,” a voice rumbled behind him in the same moment that a shadow cast over him.
Ichigo turned and found, of all people, Komamura Sajin standing there, lupine eyes filled with a kind sort of understanding and empathy. While Ichigo hadn't expressed the reason behind his sudden desire to visit Soul Society, he had the feeling that somehow, the seventh division captain knew. As if there were something tangible in Ichigo's reiatsu that expressed his bitterness.
“And words are useless,” Komamura added, tone taking on that of remembered heartache.
Ichigo gestured with his head towards the empty space beside him, the other captain too polite to take it without invitation. “You can sit if you want.” He had to give the Shinigami credit for braving the dark vibes Ichigo radiated.
Komamura inclined his head and accepted the offer, lowering his bulk with a grace Ichigo wouldn't have expected of the rather large... fox? He suddenly remembered that if there was one person who understood where Ichigo was coming from, it would be Komamura. Whose closest friend had lied to him for the entire time they’d known each other.
Oh, sure crazy Hinamori could get it, but she was a nutcase, and Ichigo suspected that the relationship between Kira-san and Ichimaru was more than he could comprehend. That Hisagi guy had admired his captain, and that was about it. But Komamura was different. Tousen had not only been his friend but more like family. The only one who had seen him for a person and not for a thing. Such treachery must have struck just as deeply.
“I'm sure you heard it all before,” Komamura began, gaze following the same direction as Ichigo's. The far away horizon where the sun gradually dipped behind a distant mountain range. “‘There's a reason. You can't have known. It'll be alright.’”
Ichigo could tell those were direct quotes.
He snorted. “That last one is the biggest load of shit I've ever heard.”
“Yes, it really does not help,” Komamura agreed but said nothing else.
And they sat in companionable silence for a few minutes more. Ichigo considered Komamura's story. He thought it only fair to share his own.
Balancing his arms on his drawn out knees, Ichigo frowned deeply. “Did you know a Shinigami by the name of Tsurugi Isshin?”
The captain appeared to consider before he shook his head. “Not that I can recall. It sounds familiar, but then, I have not been around as long as some of the others. Perhaps Ukitake-san or Kyouraku would know.”
“Oh, they do,” Ichigo answered, and there was bitterness in his voice. “They knew because he's my father.”
“Ah.” And there was a great bit of understanding in that single word as many things clicked into place for Komamura. “I take it you did not know he was a Shinigami.”
Ichigo remained silent, and that in itself was answer enough. He supposed that comparing his father's inability to speak the truth to Tousen's deliberate betrayal was a little harsh. He was sure many would see it that way. But they didn't know the emotional turmoil he had suffered.
They didn't know how much Ichigo had blamed himself for his mother's death, unable to understand what had happened, unable to understand the existence of Hollows. They hadn't had their father lie every time about being unable to see ghosts. They hadn't struggled with their Shinigami abilities, uncertain how to handle the changes to his life with literally no one to turn to but the somewhat perverted shopkeeper and an elusive female Shinigami. Neither of whom were there half the time. They hadn't been forced to fight their inner Hollow for dominance.
All this time, Isshin had known what he was, had known what his son had the potential to become. He had to have known what was happening, and he'd obviously known what had really killed Ichigo's mother. And yet, he'd said nothing. He'd kept his fake ignorance and his truth to himself, hoarding inside. He hadn't bothered to share any of his valuable insight with his son. His own fucking son!
He wondered if his father had watched him flounder with amusement. Surely, he must have since he hadn't bothered to offer a single iota of help. And all that crap about training was complete bullshit. Ichigo didn't want wake-up-kicks. He wanted answers and maybe just a little support. For once in his life.
Ichigo didn't realize that he was trembling until the rather massive hand – paw? – settled on his shoulder, squeezing comfortingly. He drew in a breath, shaky and ragged, squeezing his eyes shut to block out the emotions running their frantic pace inside of him.
Komamura didn't say anything, but that was okay because Ichigo didn't want to hear any words. His emotions were such a torn mix of anger and betrayal and sorrow that he really didn't know what he was feeling. He didn't want to be reassured or given advice. He preferred this. A quiet understanding that didn't assume and didn't patronize.
“Did he have a reason?” Komamura finally asked once Ichigo's breathing had calmed to a less homicidal pace.
“I didn't ask.”
“Why?”
“Because no matter what it was, I wouldn't accept it.”
Komamura made a sound that was more like a rumble in his chest, possibly a noise of assent. “I want someday to ask Tousen why myself.”
“Would you accept it?”
There was a pause. “I suppose that I will not know until I hear it.”
Ichigo huffed, but it wasn't in annoyance. He pondered his own circumstances. Komamura's hand still hadn't left his shoulder, but Ichigo found he didn't mind too much. In fact, he was growing rather used to that comfortable weight.
“Maybe,” he conceded to the unspoken request. “When I stop wanting to punch him when I see his face, I'll actually ask.”
The captain inclined his head in understanding, and they shared the rest of the sunset in quiet agreement. Just like that, his anger was gone. Dissipated into the descending evening. And when Ichigo quietly thanked Komamura with burning cheeks, he was treated to a very rare sight.
A smile.
a/n: Admittedly, there isn't much pairing in here. But Komamura is really hard for me to write. He's too... calm, for lack of a better word. He's too solid, I guess. I don't know. Perhaps I'll give it a try again in the future.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!