Coming Home

Warning this is Yaoi which means boy x boy if you don’t like don’t read. If you like action romance drama and comedy then this is definitely the story for you.



AN: Thank you very much Yakumo, Affie and Rysha for the reviews. I think I am going to take your advice and set Kira up with Renji for my sequel. Although the thought of Kenpachi and Kira intrigued me I think Kenpachi would be a little too strong for my rendition of Kira. Not to mention I love Renji’s tats. But don’t worry riokali I may write a separate fic involving those two later. Oh and by the way I’ve got a new job I’m going to start soon but I am going to try my best to keep my updating regular. That being said on with the show.



Coming Home



Chapter Fifteen



Soi Fong continued her nervous pacing of the monitoring station. Though things appeared to be going smoothly, she couldn’t quite shake the dark feeling. Something was about to happen. Continuing her pacing, Soi Fong growled low in her throat at the calm that all the shinigami monitoring the mission had. They had no inkling that anything was amiss. She only prayed that she was wrong.



“How long til they engage the enemy?” barked Soi Fong impatiently.



“Within the hour, Soi Fong-taicho.” came a small reply from one of the monitors. Growling her impatience, Soi Fong continued to pace. This was getting them no where. ‘I had better make sure my Division is ready if I leave it up to that idiot fukutaicho of mine nothing will be ready.’ thought Soi Fong to herself.



Finally, stalking out of the control room towards Division Two barracks. Every single one of her subordinates was going to be prepared to leave five minutes after the call for reinforcements was made, even if she had to drag everyone there her self. ‘Please let my intuition be wrong’ she whispered to herself.



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Renji took to walking beside Izuru. He too had noticed the subtle change in his former academy friend. After this was over, Renji decided that he would take Izuru out drinking. It had been a while since they had been falling out drunk together. In fact, the last time had been shortly after Rukia had been sentenced to death. Renji had sought out the shy fukutaicho in need of comfort. Renji of course had been the more drunk of the two but Izuru had downed his fair share of the sake and was feeling no pain.



Izuru stumbled in the sand. A hand on his shoulder caught him before he crashed into the ground. Izuru sent a grateful look towards his friend.



“Oy, Kira you have been kinda off lately. What’s up?” asked Renji as he assisted the blonde in righting himself.



“I’ve just been extremely busy getting everything ready for Ichimaru-taicho.” answered Izuru, careful to keep his voice friendly.



“Hn..” Renji nodded his head. He didn’t even want to think about what he would have to do if anything happened to his taicho. The thought of paperwork alone sent shudder down his spine.



“Hey Kira, have you noticed that Kuchiki-taicho and Ichimaru-taicho seem on more friendly? I really don’t know if they were ever on unfriendly terms before Aizen left but now they almost seem ….close.” Renji asked trying to bring the other man into a conversation while also curious himself about his taicho and Ichimaru. He noticed how Kira’s body seemed to jerk for a moment before relaxing once more. There was definitely something wrong ‘What is going on with him?’ Renji asked himself.



Kira smiled that false smile and answered “Ichimaru-taicho’ s private life is not my business. If you are truly curious why don’t you ask him.”



“Bullshit, You always used to know everything about your taicho down to what he likes eating for breakfast. You know and you just don’t want to tell me.” growled Renji. He was seriously getting pissed off. He was only trying to talk to his Kira and the man was acting as if they were acquaintances rather than friends.



“Maybe if you would get off your lazy ass and investigate instead of assuming that everyone else has the answer then maybe you would know.” said Izuru in a angry voice. “Fine” growled Renji low in his throat and stormed off towards this division. Izuru felt a twinge in his chest. He knew Renji was only curious and he had bit his head off. Kira began to feel the need for the blade. This fight with Renji had awakened the need for that wonderful pain that would make all his emotional pain fade away. Closing his eyes, Izuru took a deep breath. Now wasn’t the time or the place.



Gin took that moment to stop the advance. “Rest up now, we are less than an hour from the citadel. Check your weapons and supplies. We move out in thirty minutes.” Drawling Byakuya aside while the others were busy. Pulling him beneath the shade of a rock ledge, Gin slammed him against the wall, crushing their lips together. Desperation warred with gentleness. Lips parted and tongues dueled, neither side giving any leeway.



Gin needed this affirmation, needed to touch and embrace this body and be embraced in return. He needed to know that the soul deep loneliness that had once been all he knew could be pushed aside by the touch of one man. Even Gin could not have known the effect that returning to this desolate place would have on him. A part of him still longed for the feel of his opponent’s blood running down his blade, the taste of elation as you watched your enemy‘s eyes go dim with death. The feel of such power was as addicting as it was dangerous.



Gin pulled back and leaned his forehead against Byakuya’s. Both men panting and neither wanting to move. Just the touch of this man was enough to ease him. For the next few minutes they simple stood there. Allowing themselves to take comfort in each other and preparing internally for the battles to come. Time for that moment was standing still. It was if the gods were giving them that moment to bring each other peace.



Elsewhere a lone man was also taking a form of comfort. His comfort led him to a dark place and offered only the darkest form of relief. Izuru was always one to be prepared as he pulled a razor from a hidden pocket. Never would he defile Wabisuke’s blade with these dark rituals he performed. Opening his robe and dragging the razor through flesh, allowing the pain to sooth him. Closing his eyes at the rush of the pain, the feeling of feeling.



In these first moments he always felt most alive. Always careful to cut where no one would see, Izuru ignored the calls of Wabisuke and sliced through skin once more. The comfort offered was empty but for a moment Izuru was able to gain control. Never realizing that he was a prisoner to the blade. Laying his head upon the rock he hid behind, Izuru closed his eyes and allowed the darkness that blotted his soul to consume him.



Though try as he might, Izuru could not fully blame Gin. It was himself that allowed this darkness to form and there would be no salvation for him. Sitting up, Izuru began the ritual of dressing his new cuts. The time in between each episode was becoming smaller and smaller. The cuts on his upper arms were barely three days old. Perhaps the gods would take pity on him and ease his suffering today. To die in battle, defending the lives of the innocent was a truly honorable way to die. Sighing, Izuru adjusted his uniform and checked to make sure no blood was visible.



Walking back towards the others, Izuru noticed Renji was walking towards him. The red head appeared upset and upon seeing Izuru walked toward him.



“Oy, Kira I’m sorry for pushing ya. I know you can’t be expected to know everything that goes on. Maybe after this mission is over you and I can go drinking again. Its been awhile. Can bring along Ikkaku and Yumichika. Those two make any party fun.” said Renji. Though loud and easily angered, Renji was loyal to his friends and could never stay angry long. That simple invitation gave Izuru a small measure of comfort.



“We will see after the mission.” answered Izuru with a small smile. The first real smile that had graced his face in days. Glancing up, Izuru noticed Ichimaru-taicho and Kuchiki-taicho had returned and the rest of the shinigami were preparing to complete the last leg of the journey to the citadel. Gin signaled for Izuru to join him. Jogging towards his taicho, Izuru bowed and awaited orders.



“Izuru, should the battle appear to be goin’ badly, here is the communicator to contact Soul Society. Kuchiki-taicho and myself will probably be forced to focus on the battle. Zaraki-taicho would probably refuse to call for help and risk havin’ some of his fun taken away.” Gin grinned widely at the last part. Shinigami knew to stay out of Zaraki Kenpachi’s way when it came to battle. The man was an animal. Byakuya nodded and turned to give last minute orders to Renji whom was standing nearby. They would arrive soon and the battle would begin. There would be no time left to devise battle strategy.



Each squad had their orders, Gin gave a signal with his hand and everyone began to move out. All were silent but for the sound of sand shifting under feet and that of zanpakuto rattling. Even the wind no longer blew.



As the entourage neared the citadel, uneasiness crept into the ranks. Well everyone but the members of Division Eleven, they on the other hand seemed to perk up. Even Kenpachi lost his bored look and began to take in the surroundings. His single visible eye panned the surroundings as if to seek out any hidden enemy.



The gates of the citadel were like giant white guardians. Slowly opening to reveal two seemingly lone figures. A tall attractive, almost feral, blue haired man dressed in a white half jacket and a small elegant man, half his head covered by a bone helmet stepped from behind the gates. The smaller man looked almost sad while the blue haired man had a feral grin on his face. The walked casually towards the shinigami as if they were there to greet guest rather than enemies. Gin rested his hand on Shinso. These two were not to be taken lightly.



The blue haired man grinned widely showing sharp teeth. “Welcome, shinigami.” he said “it’s a bit chilly tonight and you know what they say.”



“What’s that, little kitty?” asked Gin, grin firmly in place.



“Revenge is a dish best served cold.” With a growl Grimmjow lunged towards Gin claws drawn and death promised in his eyes.



AN: More pain for Kira but is there hope on the horizen. I appreciate all of the reviews and I hope that you enjoyed this installment. Until next time.