Resurrection

I don’t really have anything against Rukia, but I thought this was how she would react. As well as Renji.

And to answer a question posed for the last chapter, Yachiru thanked Nnoitra after he defeated Kenpachi because when someone fights with him, she usually thanks them for making Ken-chan happy. Like when Kenpachi and Ichigo fought, she thanked Ichigo.

Resurrection: Chapter 16

Ichigo’s POV

It had been two days since Nnoitra had broken up with me, and I wasn’t feeling any better. If anything, I felt worse. Rukia and Renji had tried to cheer me up, but I knew that they were pleased that we were no longer together. Renji even asked me out on a date, which I politely declined with a fist to his jaw. Perverted jerk.

I heard from Ikkaku that Nnoitra finally kicked Kenpachi’s ass and put him in the Fourth Division. Not that I care. If he thinks I’m holding him back, then whatever. I don’t need him. I keep trying to convince myself of that, but the hurt was still there.

It was hard to get to sleep without the familiar warm presence at my back. I dragged ‘his’ pillow to my chest and breathed in his lingering scent. I finally slipped off into sleep, trying not to think about how alone I felt, for the first time since I died.

When I woke up, it was still dark out and something was moving over me. My instincts kicked in and I grabbed whatever it was to throw it off of me, but found myself quickly pinned on my back with a familiar figure above me.

“Nnoitra!?” I asked in disbelief.

“Tch, duh. Who else would be in your bed at night?” He actually growled the last bit, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

“You have no right to be here!” I yelled and tried to get out of his strong grip, but he only tightened his hold on me.

He looked angry for a second and frowned deeply before letting my hands go, but still pinning me down with his lower body. “Listen, Ichigo…” He trailed off, studying my face carefully in the meager light. “I’m…sorry I broke up with ya.”

He was…sorry? His apology only made me angrier.

“Are you? Because if I remember correctly, you did it because I made you weak.” I spat out, lifting my free hands to shove him off. They connected with his chest, but no matter how hard I pushed, he didn’t even budge. I tried not to think about how good his strong torso felt under my hands, and how much I missed touching him in the few days we were apart.

“Hah!” I didn’t expect him to laugh and for his face to break out into a grin. “Ya don’t make me weak, it’s my own fucked-up insecurities about ya that makes me weak.” He leaned down- forcing my arms to strain against him, bending in between our bodies- and nuzzled my neck, nipping at the flesh there. “I want ya.” He licked the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “So bad.”

“Fuck you!” I yelled, twisting underneath his body almost hysterically. “I don’t care what you want, you broke up with me, remember?”

“It was a mistake!” He looked angry again now, and both of our reiatsu was rising. “Ichigo, I…” His eyes narrowed and his face looked almost pained. “I love ya.”

Oh shit, I think my heart just stopped. “You…love me?”

“I do.” His arms slid under my back and he hugged me, burying his face against my hair. “I was scared because I loved you, and I thought that if I broke up with you the feelings would go away, but it only made it worse.”

I uncertainly put my arms around him, sighing when he pressed a kiss to my neck. “I’m not forgiving you.” I said, not as stern as I would have liked to. “Consider yourself on probation.”

“Probation?” He sounded confused.

“Yes, it means…Never mind, you aren’t forgiven yet.”

“I’ll make it up to ya.” His mouth found my neck again and my breath hitched.

“Nnoitra…none of that.” I nudged his head a little to get his attention. “You can sleep here, but don’t get fresh.”

“Tch.” He pulled away with a noise of irritation.

“Don’t give me that look, if I didn’t sleep so poorly without you, I wouldn’t even let you do that.” I glared at him again. “And don’t look so smug, how well did you sleep?”

“Not good.” He rolled off of me, but moved so he was spooning my back. “But I didn’t have your pillow to cuddle with either-ouch!” He rubbed his side where I elbowed him. “Come one, I thought it was kind of cute that you were snuggling with my pillow- son of a bitch!” He clutched his side again and growled at me.

“I’m too tired for this. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

“Whatever.”

Nnoitra’s POV

Even though I hadn’t gotten much sleep the last couple of days, I wanted to stay awake to watch Ichigo. Even though he had fallen asleep with his back to me and my arms around his waist, he somehow managed to turn himself around and was making the most adorable little snuffling noises against my chest. He’s such a drool-monster too.

The sun was already well up when a very loud knocking came from the front door. Ichigo barely even stirred, but it became more and more insistent. I frowned in aggravation and carefully scooted out from underneath Ichigo. I left the room quietly and walked over to the door, yanking it open with a scowl.

“What?” I growled at the red-haired Shinigami and the smaller brunette beside him.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” The Kuchiki bitch pointed at me loudly.

“Keep your fucking voice down, Ichigo is sleeping.” I ordered them.

“You shouldn’t be here, you broke up with Ichigo!” Abarai said, a lot quieter than the bitch. “You hurt him!”

“I love him.” I growled at them, crossing my arms over my chest.

They both gaped at me stupidly. “You…you’re lying!” Kuchiki drew her sword. “What did you do with Ichigo!?”

“Rukia!” A voice snapped behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see Ichigo standing there in only his pajama pants, still rubbing sleepiness out of his eyes. “Leave him alone.”

“I-Ichigo!” She stuttered. “You’re back with him, even after he dumped you!?”

“Yes, I am.” He scowled at them. “Listen, I know you guys are worried about me, but can’t you be happy for me as well?”

Both of them shifted guiltily and Kuchiki let her sword drop. “We do want you to be happy…” Rukia said. “But, it’s just…he can’t be good for you!”

“Why not?” He asked, his gaze cool as he came to stand beside me. I slid my arms around his shoulder possessively as I continued to glare at the two.

“Because he almost killed you once!” Renji barked out. “Wouldn’t you be happier with me?” He pleaded.

“If I remember correctly, you also tried to kill me once.” Ichigo said heatedly, then sighed softly. “Renji, can you honestly say that you love me?”

“Yes! Ichigo, I love you! I can be so much better for you than him.”

“Renji, please.” Ichigo looked slightly stressed now. “You guys are my best friends, please don’t make me choose!”

Rukia nodded hesitantly and sheathed her sword. “I trust you Ichigo, even if I don’t trust him.” She glared at me for good measure. “I believe that you are happy with him.” The word looked painful for her to say. “But like I said before, you can come to me if you need anything.”

“Thank you Rukia.” Ichigo looked very relieved at her words. “Renji?”

“Ichigo.” His face was tense, his voice strained. “I won’t stop loving you, but…I can at least stop hounding you about this.” His eyes settled on my face. “If you hurt him, I’ll kill you.”

“Hah! Get in line.”

Ichigo glared at me before turning back to them. “Alright, well I haven’t eaten yet, so I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye, Ichigo.” Rukia turned and walked away but Renji lingered as Ichigo disappeared inside to get some breakfast.

“You don’t deserve him.”

“Neither do you.”

He winced at that and rubbed the back of his neck. “Just…don’t hurt him, okay? I don’t like to see him when he’s sad…”

I stared at him expressionlessly. After a moment he turned and walked away, his body stiff. With a frown I closed the door and walked to the kitchen, grinning at the sight of Ichigo in the pink apron I got him. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and nuzzled his hair, the delicious smell of eggs and bacon wafting to my nose.

“Mmm…” I pressed my body closer to him and peaked over the top of his head. “Smells good.”

“I made some for you too.” He said, leaning back against me as he tended to the food.

We were silent for a moment as I just relaxed in his presence. “Hey Ichigo?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not gonna do that again, ya know that right?”

He didn’t reply for a few seconds before he spoke slowly. “I don’t know that, I can’t know that. But I can trust you not to do it again.”

“That’s good enough for me.” I kissed his cheek and moved away to sit at the table. “Look at us, all domestic like. I would think it’s sick if I didn’t like yur cooking so much.”

He snorted and put our food on the table while I poured the tea. “It is disgusting. Doesn’t matter how good it is.”

“Tch, right.”

I watched him as he ate, the way his eyes drifted off to the side like he was thinking about something serious, but I knew he was just going through robotic movements.

I reached over the table and nudged his nose with the knuckle of my finger, making him jerk and blink at me. “What?”

“I meant what I said last night.”

“Which part?” He frowned at me, propping his chin in his hand while he stared avidly.

“That I l-” I coughed once to clear my throat, fuck, it was hard to say. “I love ya.”

He stared at me for a second, then gave a little snort, turning away while a light flush graced his cheeks.

I couldn’t help but smirk at him, snatching his hand away from his face and grabbing his chin in my hand, leaning across the table until my breath ghosted over his lips. “Do ya believe me?”

“Y-yes.”

I grinned widely and gave a long lick to his lips, flicking my tongue against his cheek. “And?” He turned his head aside in my grip, looking away and mumbling something I couldn’t here. “Can’t hear ya, Ichi.”

“Iloveyoutoo.” He muttered quickly under his breath, not meeting my eyes.

I chuckled and rewarded him with another kiss. He opened his mouth to it, allowing my tongue to dart in and taste him. He made a little moaning sound and grabbed my kimono, tugging on it to bring me closer. I stood up, never breaking the kiss to move over to him. He stood as well, allowing me to lift him into my arms so there wasn’t an awkward height difference.

I scooped his legs up so I was holding him bridal style and carried him into our bedroom, growling as he tugged on a lock of my hair. I tossed him onto the bed and crouched over him, grinning madly.

“Do ya want to?”

“To... uh…” He looked a little confused and flustered now.

“Ya know.” I parted his legs and gave him a leer. “Make love.”

I snickered as his face turned bright red and aimed a kick at me that I caught.

“Do you have the lube? Or did you bring it with you to your place?” He asked, despite his embarrassment.

My grin grew even wider and I leaned over him, placing my heads on either side of his head. “Really? Ya mean it?”

He nodded and I grinned wider. My face almost hurt now. “Hah! That’s great, now where’s the damn lube…” I fumbled through the drawers, cursing until I grabbed a hold of the bottle. “Got it.” I turned back to Ichigo and eyed his strong body lustfully. “Ya ready for this?”

LINE

I got them back together! Don’t hate me! Next chapter is a lemon, Ichigo finally lets Nnoitra go all the way with him – big grin –

Please review!