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Death and the Strawberry
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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17
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Chapter 2
I am very happy with how well this was received- thank you to all that reviewed!!!
SyrusBlack- I’m glad you like it so far! Ichigo is special, but I won’t be revealing how he is right away.
Yakumo- Thank you!
Kera-Izaki- I hope this is soon enough :D
Cherry Starburst- Yes, Ichigo is very cranky, which will be shown even more in this chapter.
Yumi- lol, I’m glad that you like my other one shots of StarkxIchi, thank you!
MasterAkira- Ah, well I hope I can keep up with your expectations.
Pie- Thank you!
Nusku- heh, I know! But I really don’t feel all that bad for him.
Beta’d by d3m0nang3l1106- thanks!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 2
Ichigo glared at his fellow arrancar as he stormed down the hall. There was a reason why he had never requested to be any of the espada’s Fraccion! All of them were either arrogant (he ignored the fact that he possessed that same quality himself), self-absorbed, or just plain crazy. Stark was just as crazy, if not crazier than the rest. Who the hell sleeps all the time when there are killings to be done and spirits to devour?
He calmed himself down as he approached the first espada’s room, making his expression blank as he knocked politely. When there was no reply, Ichigo assumed that he was sleeping and let himself in. The room was much larger than his, and contained couches and a bed that seemed designed for comfort rather than aesthetics. Lying on a pile of blankets and pillows in the middle of the room was Stark. Snoring. Loudly.
Sighing heavily, Ichigo rolled his eyes and slammed the door shut. Stark opened one eye and looked around the room for the offending disruption.
“I am Ichigo Kurosaki, the fifteenth espada; Aizen assigned me as your Fraccion. It’s a pleasure to be serving you, Stark-sama.” Ichigo murmured demurely and bowed before the first espada, who blinked at his bright orange hair, then yawned loudly.
“Whatever.”
An angry tick appeared on Ichigo’s forehead and his pleasant face twisted into a scowl. “Don’t you ‘whatever’ me!” Ichigo strode forward and rapped the espada on the head with his knuckles. Stark rubbed the sore spot and stared at the enraged Strawberry with amusement.
“I suppose you’ll do.”
“I’ll do!?” Ichigo knocked him on the head again. “Aizen picked me specifically for this task, and I can see why a lazy bastard like you would need a good kick in the ass!”
“No need to be so loud.” Stark flopped back down and closed his eyes.
“Don’t you dare go to sleep!” Ichigo lifted his foot and brought it down, grinding his heel into Stark’s stomach. “I’m introducing myself here!”
“You’re just as bothersome as Lilinette.” Stark grabbed Ichigo’s ankle and yanked it, making Ichigo yelp and fall down on his ass. Rolling over on top of his new Fraccion, Stark grabbed a hold of the flailing arms and straddled the lithe body. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ichigo.” Stark said as he stared down at the angered arrancar.
“Bastard!” Ichigo jerked his leg up and kicked the larger man in the back of the head, scrambling away when Stark finally released him. “Listen here, jackass! I am only your Fraccion because Aizen requested it, so unless you have any orders for me, let’s keep the fuck away from each other!”
“You curse a lot. Before, I thought you would be…submissive.”
“Like hell I would be submissive to you!” Ichigo snapped back, glaring with his hands propped on his hips.
“I am your superior.” Stark said, cocking his head to the side as he leaned back against the comfortable cushions and continued to watch the interesting arrancar.
“Superior my ass!”
“Your ass is very fine, no doubt, but I am a higher ranking espada.” Ichigo turned bright red and took a step away from the insane espada.
“Pervert!”
“I was merely commenting on your physical beauty. If I was a pervert, I would tell you how much I looked forward to pounding into that fine ass.”
Ichigo, Stark noted curiously, actually managed to turn redder before turning on his heel and storming out, giving Stark another view of that fine ass they were just discussing. Perhaps having another Fraccion wouldn’t be so terrible. But it certainly did take a lot out of him, Stark thought as he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Meanwhile, Ichigo stormed through the hall, cursing to himself when he ran into a rather solid figure. He stumbled back, scowling even harder as he eyed the espada he had run into. “Grimmjow-sama.”
Grimmjow’s anger at whoever had dared run into him quickly turned into a predatory smirk. “Hello, Ichigo.” He purred. “I heard that you’re going to be Stark’s Fraccion.”
“Yeah…” Ichigo fumed, still pissed off from the encounter earlier.
“You know, Ichi.” Ichigo’s eye twitched at being called ‘Ichi.’ “If you wanted to be someone’s Fraccion, I would have happily obliged you.” And then he was much to close and his hands were wandering, making Ichigo back up hastily. Grimmjow was a dangerous mixture of the traits Ichigo despised about all the espada. He was arrogant, self absorbed, and crazy. Not to mention grope-y.
“I don’t want to be anyone’s Fraccion.” Ichigo said scornfully.
Grimmjow growled and moved closer, trapping Ichigo’s body against the wall. “I’m sure Stark wouldn’t mind sharing.”
“Perhaps you shouldn’t decide that for yourself.” A lazy voice came from behind them. Grimmjow whipped around to see Stark himself standing there, his hair still messy from sleeping. “I have an order for you, Fraccion.”
Ichigo’s brow furrowed, but he was grateful none the less for Stark’s well timed arrival. Stepping around the irate sixth espada, Ichigo darted after Stark. “It’s Kurosaki Ichigo.”
“Whatever.” Stark walked slowly, with his hands jammed into his pockets and his head tilted back.
“So what’s the order, Stark-sama?”
“Hm?”
“You said you had an order for me.” Ichigo growled out through gritted teeth, his brown eyes flashing.
“Oh yeah, you should really learn to control your reiatsu, it was really easy to find you with it fluctuating like that.”
Glowering, Ichigo sniffed indignantly and turned away from him. “Why were you trying to find me in the first place?”
“Your reiatsu was fluctuating.”
Ichigo had gotten better at masking his emotions over the years, but this espada really grated his nerves. “And why do you care about that? A lazy bastard like you wouldn’t get up for something like that.” Stark stopped, making Ichigo turn to look at him once again. Frowning, the orange-haired arrancar studied Stark’s blank face. “What?”
The strongest espada lifted a hand and Ichigo had to fight not to flinch. But Stark just set it on his head, weaving his fingers through the bright orange strands and then jerking him close. Ichigo gulped, trembling slightly as Stark increased his spiritual pressure and leaned closer to Ichigo, so that they were eye to eye. “You shouldn’t assume things about others.”
Ichigo nodded, his scalp stinging as his hair was yanked by Stark’s tight grip. He was reminded exactly how much stronger this espada was, and how easily he could kill Ichigo.
“Are you afraid?” Stark asked, not a hint of amusement on his face as his grey eyes bore into Ichigo’s. At that question, the carrot top scowled, his temper flaring.
“Who the hell would be afraid of you?”
Stark chuckled and his grip in Ichigo’s hair turned gentler as he sifted his fingers through the surprisingly soft strands. “You should be.”
“Well I’m not.” Ichigo snapped, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.
“Are you sure?” Stark stepped closer, pressing Ichigo’s body back until it hit the wall. Ichigo nodded, but he couldn’t help but gulp slightly as Stark subtly increased his reiatsu. “Hm, interesting.” He let Ichigo go and took a step back. “Get me something to eat.” He stated simply and then walked away.
Ichigo stared after him in disbelief for a second, his surprised facial expression quickly turning into an angry scowl. “Sure thing, bastard-sama!”
Stark waved his hand behind him dismissively, purposefully ignoring the ‘bastard’ part. Ichigo grumbled to himself all the way to the kitchens, he would make sure to get the most disgusting thing available. Then hopefully the bastard wouldn’t ask him to do it again. Perfect plan.
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How do you like it so far?
SyrusBlack- I’m glad you like it so far! Ichigo is special, but I won’t be revealing how he is right away.
Yakumo- Thank you!
Kera-Izaki- I hope this is soon enough :D
Cherry Starburst- Yes, Ichigo is very cranky, which will be shown even more in this chapter.
Yumi- lol, I’m glad that you like my other one shots of StarkxIchi, thank you!
MasterAkira- Ah, well I hope I can keep up with your expectations.
Pie- Thank you!
Nusku- heh, I know! But I really don’t feel all that bad for him.
Beta’d by d3m0nang3l1106- thanks!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 2
Ichigo glared at his fellow arrancar as he stormed down the hall. There was a reason why he had never requested to be any of the espada’s Fraccion! All of them were either arrogant (he ignored the fact that he possessed that same quality himself), self-absorbed, or just plain crazy. Stark was just as crazy, if not crazier than the rest. Who the hell sleeps all the time when there are killings to be done and spirits to devour?
He calmed himself down as he approached the first espada’s room, making his expression blank as he knocked politely. When there was no reply, Ichigo assumed that he was sleeping and let himself in. The room was much larger than his, and contained couches and a bed that seemed designed for comfort rather than aesthetics. Lying on a pile of blankets and pillows in the middle of the room was Stark. Snoring. Loudly.
Sighing heavily, Ichigo rolled his eyes and slammed the door shut. Stark opened one eye and looked around the room for the offending disruption.
“I am Ichigo Kurosaki, the fifteenth espada; Aizen assigned me as your Fraccion. It’s a pleasure to be serving you, Stark-sama.” Ichigo murmured demurely and bowed before the first espada, who blinked at his bright orange hair, then yawned loudly.
“Whatever.”
An angry tick appeared on Ichigo’s forehead and his pleasant face twisted into a scowl. “Don’t you ‘whatever’ me!” Ichigo strode forward and rapped the espada on the head with his knuckles. Stark rubbed the sore spot and stared at the enraged Strawberry with amusement.
“I suppose you’ll do.”
“I’ll do!?” Ichigo knocked him on the head again. “Aizen picked me specifically for this task, and I can see why a lazy bastard like you would need a good kick in the ass!”
“No need to be so loud.” Stark flopped back down and closed his eyes.
“Don’t you dare go to sleep!” Ichigo lifted his foot and brought it down, grinding his heel into Stark’s stomach. “I’m introducing myself here!”
“You’re just as bothersome as Lilinette.” Stark grabbed Ichigo’s ankle and yanked it, making Ichigo yelp and fall down on his ass. Rolling over on top of his new Fraccion, Stark grabbed a hold of the flailing arms and straddled the lithe body. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ichigo.” Stark said as he stared down at the angered arrancar.
“Bastard!” Ichigo jerked his leg up and kicked the larger man in the back of the head, scrambling away when Stark finally released him. “Listen here, jackass! I am only your Fraccion because Aizen requested it, so unless you have any orders for me, let’s keep the fuck away from each other!”
“You curse a lot. Before, I thought you would be…submissive.”
“Like hell I would be submissive to you!” Ichigo snapped back, glaring with his hands propped on his hips.
“I am your superior.” Stark said, cocking his head to the side as he leaned back against the comfortable cushions and continued to watch the interesting arrancar.
“Superior my ass!”
“Your ass is very fine, no doubt, but I am a higher ranking espada.” Ichigo turned bright red and took a step away from the insane espada.
“Pervert!”
“I was merely commenting on your physical beauty. If I was a pervert, I would tell you how much I looked forward to pounding into that fine ass.”
Ichigo, Stark noted curiously, actually managed to turn redder before turning on his heel and storming out, giving Stark another view of that fine ass they were just discussing. Perhaps having another Fraccion wouldn’t be so terrible. But it certainly did take a lot out of him, Stark thought as he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Meanwhile, Ichigo stormed through the hall, cursing to himself when he ran into a rather solid figure. He stumbled back, scowling even harder as he eyed the espada he had run into. “Grimmjow-sama.”
Grimmjow’s anger at whoever had dared run into him quickly turned into a predatory smirk. “Hello, Ichigo.” He purred. “I heard that you’re going to be Stark’s Fraccion.”
“Yeah…” Ichigo fumed, still pissed off from the encounter earlier.
“You know, Ichi.” Ichigo’s eye twitched at being called ‘Ichi.’ “If you wanted to be someone’s Fraccion, I would have happily obliged you.” And then he was much to close and his hands were wandering, making Ichigo back up hastily. Grimmjow was a dangerous mixture of the traits Ichigo despised about all the espada. He was arrogant, self absorbed, and crazy. Not to mention grope-y.
“I don’t want to be anyone’s Fraccion.” Ichigo said scornfully.
Grimmjow growled and moved closer, trapping Ichigo’s body against the wall. “I’m sure Stark wouldn’t mind sharing.”
“Perhaps you shouldn’t decide that for yourself.” A lazy voice came from behind them. Grimmjow whipped around to see Stark himself standing there, his hair still messy from sleeping. “I have an order for you, Fraccion.”
Ichigo’s brow furrowed, but he was grateful none the less for Stark’s well timed arrival. Stepping around the irate sixth espada, Ichigo darted after Stark. “It’s Kurosaki Ichigo.”
“Whatever.” Stark walked slowly, with his hands jammed into his pockets and his head tilted back.
“So what’s the order, Stark-sama?”
“Hm?”
“You said you had an order for me.” Ichigo growled out through gritted teeth, his brown eyes flashing.
“Oh yeah, you should really learn to control your reiatsu, it was really easy to find you with it fluctuating like that.”
Glowering, Ichigo sniffed indignantly and turned away from him. “Why were you trying to find me in the first place?”
“Your reiatsu was fluctuating.”
Ichigo had gotten better at masking his emotions over the years, but this espada really grated his nerves. “And why do you care about that? A lazy bastard like you wouldn’t get up for something like that.” Stark stopped, making Ichigo turn to look at him once again. Frowning, the orange-haired arrancar studied Stark’s blank face. “What?”
The strongest espada lifted a hand and Ichigo had to fight not to flinch. But Stark just set it on his head, weaving his fingers through the bright orange strands and then jerking him close. Ichigo gulped, trembling slightly as Stark increased his spiritual pressure and leaned closer to Ichigo, so that they were eye to eye. “You shouldn’t assume things about others.”
Ichigo nodded, his scalp stinging as his hair was yanked by Stark’s tight grip. He was reminded exactly how much stronger this espada was, and how easily he could kill Ichigo.
“Are you afraid?” Stark asked, not a hint of amusement on his face as his grey eyes bore into Ichigo’s. At that question, the carrot top scowled, his temper flaring.
“Who the hell would be afraid of you?”
Stark chuckled and his grip in Ichigo’s hair turned gentler as he sifted his fingers through the surprisingly soft strands. “You should be.”
“Well I’m not.” Ichigo snapped, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.
“Are you sure?” Stark stepped closer, pressing Ichigo’s body back until it hit the wall. Ichigo nodded, but he couldn’t help but gulp slightly as Stark subtly increased his reiatsu. “Hm, interesting.” He let Ichigo go and took a step back. “Get me something to eat.” He stated simply and then walked away.
Ichigo stared after him in disbelief for a second, his surprised facial expression quickly turning into an angry scowl. “Sure thing, bastard-sama!”
Stark waved his hand behind him dismissively, purposefully ignoring the ‘bastard’ part. Ichigo grumbled to himself all the way to the kitchens, he would make sure to get the most disgusting thing available. Then hopefully the bastard wouldn’t ask him to do it again. Perfect plan.
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