Finding Home
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Adult ++
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Jealousy
Warning this is Yaoi which is boy x boy if you don’t like don’t read.
AN: OK wow several new reviewers. Congrats to Darkephoenix on being reviewer #50 your prize is a cookie. (^ _^)b Darkephoenix its so true it makes me want to cry sometimes, one of my two best friends is gay and he’s damn sexy. Jennifer: well I like Ichigo a lot so I let him live =p. satterb: I really didn’t want to keep the story angsty Truthfully healing for issues like Izuru has takes years of therapy and support but I didn’t want to write oh look Izuru only cut himself 3 times today instead of 4 for 50 chs, id have killed myself, so I kinda sped it up a lot but the issues that he faced internally are very real issues for a lot of people and I don’t want anyone thinking I played it down I just simplified it for the sake of my sanity while writing this fiction XD. Gravy Baby: Thank you Dahhhhling, for reviewing. I love my regular reviewers but I’m always happy to see new faces. Glad you stuck it out through coming home to make it here. Thank you to everyone reading my little fiction. Enjoy this chapter.
Finding Home
Live fast, Die young, and leave a beautiful corpse.
~James Dean~
Chapter Sixteen
Izuru stared at the neon sign glowing above the entrance to the newest club in Karakura Town. Used to the simple life in Soul Society, such sights were rare and unsettling to him. Izuru felt the energy vibrating off of his companions. Ichigo, dressed in baggy khaki pants, a tight orange tank top, and a loose black jacket, crossed his arms and glanced at Izuru.
“Never been to a club like this?” asked the substitute shinigami. Izuru simple shook his head, fighting the urge to run as fast as he could back towards the apartment. The music blaring from the building was a mixture of several genres and so loud that even across the street, Izuru felt the urge to cover his ears. He could only imagine how loud it would be when he actually entered the building. Glancing around, Izuru took note of his companions, Renji was grinning ear to ear in his tight leather pants and black wife beater. His red hair tied as usual with a white bandanna. Orihime was dressed in a hot pink skirt, knee high black boots, and a neon green shirt that did nothing to hide her large bosom. Rukia was dressed similar to Ichigo in baggy khakis but wore a red tank top and no jacket. Chad looked as he always did wearing jeans and a floral print shirt. Izuru pitied anyone that confronted him about it. Lastly was Tatsuki, dressed simply in baggy jeans and a pale blue t-shirt. Ishida was conspicuously absent. Izuru had to smirk at that. The Quincy didn’t seem the type to want to hang out at this type of place.
“Let’s get this party started.” said Ichigo and led the way towards the loud, crowded club. Renji grinned at Izuru, and the blonde had no choice but to follow along. The bouncer waved them in and a young man, that looked to have more piercing than Yamamoto had wrinkles, took their cover money. They walked up a short flight of stairs and entered a huge open area. Half the space was dance floor and it was packed. Bodies writhed together in gyrations that so resembled the actual act of sex that if Izuru didn’t know any better he would think they were actually doing it on the dance floor. A large bar spanned one wall and the floor unoccupied with dancers was scattered with small tables, where those not dancing could sit and enjoy their drinks. A large stage on the other side of the dance floor housed a DJ playing various songs and appeared to be having a jolly good time himself.
This was not exactly what Izuru had imagined and at this moment he knew he must have looked like a deer caught in headlights. A pat on his shoulder caused him to look around and Tatsuki smiled, tucked an arm in his elbow and led the group over to an unoccupied booth with a sign that read Reserved. Renji left with Ichigo to collect drinks and the rest slid into the booth.
“My uncle owns this place.” yelled Tatsuki, “This booth is ours.”
Renji and Ichigo returned a few minutes later with the drinks. Settling himself next to Izuru, Renji held out a glass. Izuru took it cautiously. Taking a sip, he was pleasantly surprised. It was sweet and had a somewhat citreous flavor.
“Its called Absolut Symphony.” said Renji with a smile. “I thought you might like it.” Izuru nodded taking another sip. The various flavors of the drink swirled over his tongue. He could understand the reason it had that name, the flavors seemed so in tune with each other that they went down smooth.
“I’m going to dance. Wanna come, Renji?” asked Ichigo as he shrugged out of his jacket.
“Fuck yea. Wanna come, Izuru?” asked Renji as he stood up. Izuru simply shook his head. Renji grinned and leaning down whispered “I’m gonna get ya out on that dance floor before we leave tonight.” With a last lick on the ear, Renji trotted out to the dance floor. Izuru blushed.
One by one the others made their way to the floor and before long Izuru was alone at the booth. Izuru felt he must look like the odd wheel with the group. He hadn’t the foggiest idea how to dance like that not to mention he would be too embarrassed to do so. Sighing he took another sip of the drink Renji had brought him. A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts. Turning to see who it was, Izuru was stunned at the sight. Standing beside him was a young man maybe twenty-two or twenty-three, black hair with the tips bleached blonde, wearing tight leather pants and an open shirt revealing pierced nipples and a pierced naval. His face was almost angelic and his grin contagious. His eyes were an eye catching green and had a kind undertone.
“Is this seat taken?” gesturing to the area of the booth next to Izuru. Izuru shook his head and slid over to make room for the man.
“I saw your friends leave you for the dance floor and it seemed kind of a shame for you to be sitting alone.” grinned the man. “My name is Toru. What’s yours?”
“Kira Izuru.” answered Izuru, still in shock of why the young man came over in the first place. Perhaps he was here alone and just wanted company. Izuru could understand, he himself felt slightly lonely in the loud place.
“Izuru, nice to meet you. Why aren’t you dancing? Or is that not your thing?” asked Toru as he took a sip of his own drink.
“I don’t really know how.” answered Izuru. That was true along with the fact that he was uncomfortable with the general atmosphere of the club. Toru grinned and nodded.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea. You don’t know me so there is no reason to be embarrassed. Let me show you how to dance. The DJ is about to play a song with a slower beat. I’ll show you how.” Izuru considered for a moment. If he knew how to dance maybe he could be ready for the dance Renji had promised before the night was out. Nodding his head, Izuru stood and allowed Toru to lead him towards the massive dance floor. As promised, the fast hard beat faded into a slower paced song. Toru stepped behind Izuru and grasped his hips. Izuru stiffened up immediately.
“Relax; I’m just going to guide your movements. Dancing is more about the body movement than the feet moving. Close your eyes and let the music pulse inside you.” whispered Toru behind his ear. Izuru remained stiff for a moment before allowing the other man to direct his movements. Toru pressed close to Izuru and with his hands on Izuru’s hips, began to sway and gyrate to the slow beat of the music. Izuru followed Toru’s guiding hands and body. It was nice; Izuru closed his eyes and swayed to the feel of the music.
“Hey Ichigo, where’s Izuru?” asked Renji as he trotted up to where Ichigo was standing at their booth taking a long drink of his beer.
“Don’t know. Maybe he went to the bathroom?” answered the orange haired shinigami. A hand clenched on his arm, causing Ichigo to lower the beer. Looking down, he saw Rukia griping his arm in so tight of a grip that the skin around where her fingers gripped was white. Following her gaze, he saw Izuru with a man who was not Renji. The man had his hands on Izuru and his face and body pressed close.
“Oh, Fuck.” groaned Ichigo, sending a side long glance towards Renji. The red head was going to be livid when he saw that. As if on cue, Renji glanced in the direction Ichigo and Rukia were looking. His face went from red to white to red again. His eyes narrowed and his lips lost their carefree grin. Slamming down his drink, Renji stormed towards the two dancers. Ichigo grabbed his arm.
“Calm the fuck down. It’s just a fucking dance.” yelled Ichigo in an attempt to prevent Renji from walking over there and promptly killing the man that looked like he was glued to Izuru. Ichigo could just hear the gossip in Soul Society from this stunt. Not to mention he was more than a little sure that the backlash from it would be sure to bite him in the ass. He was in charge of Karakura Town after all. Renji paused and all three watched the two dance. Izuru looked sexy pressed up against the stranger, his body honed from years of swordplay shifted beautifully beneath his clothes. When one of the other man’s hands began to wander from Izuru’s hips upward, Ichigo felt Renji tense up. When that hand encircled Izuru’s neck, the fingers ghosting over his lips, Renji lost all sense.
Tossing off Ichigo’s hand, Renji practically ran across the room towards the dance floor. Grabbing Izuru’s wrist roughly, Renji pulled the blonde away from the other man. Izuru lost his balance and stumbled against Renji.
“Hey, what the fuck, dude? We were dancing.” yelled Toru, grabbing a handful of Renji‘s shirt.
“Let go of my shirt.” growled Renji, feeling his body tense up. The need to pound the man that dared touch Izuru like that was beating at his brain. He knew his reiatsu was starting to leak out of his gigai.
“Make me, asshole.” yelled Toru. Renji drew an arm back and thrust his fist at the other man’s face. Toru fell to the ground, blood dripping from his lips. Renji picked him up and was about to punch him again when Izuru grabbed his arm.
“Renji? What are you doing? We were only dancing.” yelled Izuru over the loud thrum of the music that had shifted once again to a fast beat.
“He was fucking you with your clothes on in case ya didn’t notice.” growled Renji. Izuru felt his face go red.
“It was just a dance, Renji.” yelled Izuru back at the other man. Renji dropped the man to the ground and turned to his would be lover.
“Like hell it was. I saw the way he was touching ya.” yelled Renji.
“I can’t talk to you like this. I’m going home.” yelled Izuru. Renji grabbed his arm to stop him. “Take your hands off me. When you have cooled down then we can talk.” Renji dropped his hand and watched Izuru storm out of the club. Renji growled with frustration and eyed the man still sitting on the ground. Ichigo knelt on the ground next to the fallen man.
“Dude, I would highly advise you to make yourself scarce if you value your life.” Ichigo said to Toru. Not one to kiss a gift horse in the mouth, Toru took the advice and headed towards the exit. Ichigo smirked, that guy didn’t know how close he had come to dying. Ichigo and Rukia had both sensed the killing intent of Renji’s reiatsu that had seeped through the dampening effects of the gigai.
Renji growled and made his way towards the bar. He was going to drown his sorrows in alcohol. Ichigo shook his head as his friend made his way towards the bar. The red head had always had a temper and was possessive over things he considered his. Renji had certain met his match with Kira. Ichigo only hoped that they survived.
TBC
AN: Absolut Symphony is a drink I looked it up but I’ve never had it cuz I’m not a big drinker but it sounded tasty. OH, and my next fiction will be Kenpachi/Kira but I wondered if anyone knew off how long Kenpachi has been captain of squad 11. Let me know id appreciate it. Thanks for reading. Until next time.
AN: OK wow several new reviewers. Congrats to Darkephoenix on being reviewer #50 your prize is a cookie. (^ _^)b Darkephoenix its so true it makes me want to cry sometimes, one of my two best friends is gay and he’s damn sexy. Jennifer: well I like Ichigo a lot so I let him live =p. satterb: I really didn’t want to keep the story angsty Truthfully healing for issues like Izuru has takes years of therapy and support but I didn’t want to write oh look Izuru only cut himself 3 times today instead of 4 for 50 chs, id have killed myself, so I kinda sped it up a lot but the issues that he faced internally are very real issues for a lot of people and I don’t want anyone thinking I played it down I just simplified it for the sake of my sanity while writing this fiction XD. Gravy Baby: Thank you Dahhhhling, for reviewing. I love my regular reviewers but I’m always happy to see new faces. Glad you stuck it out through coming home to make it here. Thank you to everyone reading my little fiction. Enjoy this chapter.
Finding Home
Live fast, Die young, and leave a beautiful corpse.
~James Dean~
Chapter Sixteen
Izuru stared at the neon sign glowing above the entrance to the newest club in Karakura Town. Used to the simple life in Soul Society, such sights were rare and unsettling to him. Izuru felt the energy vibrating off of his companions. Ichigo, dressed in baggy khaki pants, a tight orange tank top, and a loose black jacket, crossed his arms and glanced at Izuru.
“Never been to a club like this?” asked the substitute shinigami. Izuru simple shook his head, fighting the urge to run as fast as he could back towards the apartment. The music blaring from the building was a mixture of several genres and so loud that even across the street, Izuru felt the urge to cover his ears. He could only imagine how loud it would be when he actually entered the building. Glancing around, Izuru took note of his companions, Renji was grinning ear to ear in his tight leather pants and black wife beater. His red hair tied as usual with a white bandanna. Orihime was dressed in a hot pink skirt, knee high black boots, and a neon green shirt that did nothing to hide her large bosom. Rukia was dressed similar to Ichigo in baggy khakis but wore a red tank top and no jacket. Chad looked as he always did wearing jeans and a floral print shirt. Izuru pitied anyone that confronted him about it. Lastly was Tatsuki, dressed simply in baggy jeans and a pale blue t-shirt. Ishida was conspicuously absent. Izuru had to smirk at that. The Quincy didn’t seem the type to want to hang out at this type of place.
“Let’s get this party started.” said Ichigo and led the way towards the loud, crowded club. Renji grinned at Izuru, and the blonde had no choice but to follow along. The bouncer waved them in and a young man, that looked to have more piercing than Yamamoto had wrinkles, took their cover money. They walked up a short flight of stairs and entered a huge open area. Half the space was dance floor and it was packed. Bodies writhed together in gyrations that so resembled the actual act of sex that if Izuru didn’t know any better he would think they were actually doing it on the dance floor. A large bar spanned one wall and the floor unoccupied with dancers was scattered with small tables, where those not dancing could sit and enjoy their drinks. A large stage on the other side of the dance floor housed a DJ playing various songs and appeared to be having a jolly good time himself.
This was not exactly what Izuru had imagined and at this moment he knew he must have looked like a deer caught in headlights. A pat on his shoulder caused him to look around and Tatsuki smiled, tucked an arm in his elbow and led the group over to an unoccupied booth with a sign that read Reserved. Renji left with Ichigo to collect drinks and the rest slid into the booth.
“My uncle owns this place.” yelled Tatsuki, “This booth is ours.”
Renji and Ichigo returned a few minutes later with the drinks. Settling himself next to Izuru, Renji held out a glass. Izuru took it cautiously. Taking a sip, he was pleasantly surprised. It was sweet and had a somewhat citreous flavor.
“Its called Absolut Symphony.” said Renji with a smile. “I thought you might like it.” Izuru nodded taking another sip. The various flavors of the drink swirled over his tongue. He could understand the reason it had that name, the flavors seemed so in tune with each other that they went down smooth.
“I’m going to dance. Wanna come, Renji?” asked Ichigo as he shrugged out of his jacket.
“Fuck yea. Wanna come, Izuru?” asked Renji as he stood up. Izuru simply shook his head. Renji grinned and leaning down whispered “I’m gonna get ya out on that dance floor before we leave tonight.” With a last lick on the ear, Renji trotted out to the dance floor. Izuru blushed.
One by one the others made their way to the floor and before long Izuru was alone at the booth. Izuru felt he must look like the odd wheel with the group. He hadn’t the foggiest idea how to dance like that not to mention he would be too embarrassed to do so. Sighing he took another sip of the drink Renji had brought him. A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts. Turning to see who it was, Izuru was stunned at the sight. Standing beside him was a young man maybe twenty-two or twenty-three, black hair with the tips bleached blonde, wearing tight leather pants and an open shirt revealing pierced nipples and a pierced naval. His face was almost angelic and his grin contagious. His eyes were an eye catching green and had a kind undertone.
“Is this seat taken?” gesturing to the area of the booth next to Izuru. Izuru shook his head and slid over to make room for the man.
“I saw your friends leave you for the dance floor and it seemed kind of a shame for you to be sitting alone.” grinned the man. “My name is Toru. What’s yours?”
“Kira Izuru.” answered Izuru, still in shock of why the young man came over in the first place. Perhaps he was here alone and just wanted company. Izuru could understand, he himself felt slightly lonely in the loud place.
“Izuru, nice to meet you. Why aren’t you dancing? Or is that not your thing?” asked Toru as he took a sip of his own drink.
“I don’t really know how.” answered Izuru. That was true along with the fact that he was uncomfortable with the general atmosphere of the club. Toru grinned and nodded.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea. You don’t know me so there is no reason to be embarrassed. Let me show you how to dance. The DJ is about to play a song with a slower beat. I’ll show you how.” Izuru considered for a moment. If he knew how to dance maybe he could be ready for the dance Renji had promised before the night was out. Nodding his head, Izuru stood and allowed Toru to lead him towards the massive dance floor. As promised, the fast hard beat faded into a slower paced song. Toru stepped behind Izuru and grasped his hips. Izuru stiffened up immediately.
“Relax; I’m just going to guide your movements. Dancing is more about the body movement than the feet moving. Close your eyes and let the music pulse inside you.” whispered Toru behind his ear. Izuru remained stiff for a moment before allowing the other man to direct his movements. Toru pressed close to Izuru and with his hands on Izuru’s hips, began to sway and gyrate to the slow beat of the music. Izuru followed Toru’s guiding hands and body. It was nice; Izuru closed his eyes and swayed to the feel of the music.
“Hey Ichigo, where’s Izuru?” asked Renji as he trotted up to where Ichigo was standing at their booth taking a long drink of his beer.
“Don’t know. Maybe he went to the bathroom?” answered the orange haired shinigami. A hand clenched on his arm, causing Ichigo to lower the beer. Looking down, he saw Rukia griping his arm in so tight of a grip that the skin around where her fingers gripped was white. Following her gaze, he saw Izuru with a man who was not Renji. The man had his hands on Izuru and his face and body pressed close.
“Oh, Fuck.” groaned Ichigo, sending a side long glance towards Renji. The red head was going to be livid when he saw that. As if on cue, Renji glanced in the direction Ichigo and Rukia were looking. His face went from red to white to red again. His eyes narrowed and his lips lost their carefree grin. Slamming down his drink, Renji stormed towards the two dancers. Ichigo grabbed his arm.
“Calm the fuck down. It’s just a fucking dance.” yelled Ichigo in an attempt to prevent Renji from walking over there and promptly killing the man that looked like he was glued to Izuru. Ichigo could just hear the gossip in Soul Society from this stunt. Not to mention he was more than a little sure that the backlash from it would be sure to bite him in the ass. He was in charge of Karakura Town after all. Renji paused and all three watched the two dance. Izuru looked sexy pressed up against the stranger, his body honed from years of swordplay shifted beautifully beneath his clothes. When one of the other man’s hands began to wander from Izuru’s hips upward, Ichigo felt Renji tense up. When that hand encircled Izuru’s neck, the fingers ghosting over his lips, Renji lost all sense.
Tossing off Ichigo’s hand, Renji practically ran across the room towards the dance floor. Grabbing Izuru’s wrist roughly, Renji pulled the blonde away from the other man. Izuru lost his balance and stumbled against Renji.
“Hey, what the fuck, dude? We were dancing.” yelled Toru, grabbing a handful of Renji‘s shirt.
“Let go of my shirt.” growled Renji, feeling his body tense up. The need to pound the man that dared touch Izuru like that was beating at his brain. He knew his reiatsu was starting to leak out of his gigai.
“Make me, asshole.” yelled Toru. Renji drew an arm back and thrust his fist at the other man’s face. Toru fell to the ground, blood dripping from his lips. Renji picked him up and was about to punch him again when Izuru grabbed his arm.
“Renji? What are you doing? We were only dancing.” yelled Izuru over the loud thrum of the music that had shifted once again to a fast beat.
“He was fucking you with your clothes on in case ya didn’t notice.” growled Renji. Izuru felt his face go red.
“It was just a dance, Renji.” yelled Izuru back at the other man. Renji dropped the man to the ground and turned to his would be lover.
“Like hell it was. I saw the way he was touching ya.” yelled Renji.
“I can’t talk to you like this. I’m going home.” yelled Izuru. Renji grabbed his arm to stop him. “Take your hands off me. When you have cooled down then we can talk.” Renji dropped his hand and watched Izuru storm out of the club. Renji growled with frustration and eyed the man still sitting on the ground. Ichigo knelt on the ground next to the fallen man.
“Dude, I would highly advise you to make yourself scarce if you value your life.” Ichigo said to Toru. Not one to kiss a gift horse in the mouth, Toru took the advice and headed towards the exit. Ichigo smirked, that guy didn’t know how close he had come to dying. Ichigo and Rukia had both sensed the killing intent of Renji’s reiatsu that had seeped through the dampening effects of the gigai.
Renji growled and made his way towards the bar. He was going to drown his sorrows in alcohol. Ichigo shook his head as his friend made his way towards the bar. The red head had always had a temper and was possessive over things he considered his. Renji had certain met his match with Kira. Ichigo only hoped that they survived.
TBC
AN: Absolut Symphony is a drink I looked it up but I’ve never had it cuz I’m not a big drinker but it sounded tasty. OH, and my next fiction will be Kenpachi/Kira but I wondered if anyone knew off how long Kenpachi has been captain of squad 11. Let me know id appreciate it. Thanks for reading. Until next time.