Next Generation

When Karin woke up, 2 hours had passed and she felt refreshed. She had been woken up a knock on their door and Ichigo calling them for dinner. Sleep-drunk like her twin, she staggered out of her bed and somehow made it down to the kitchen. Their father was hanging up his doctors coat and sitting down. They did the same and waited for Ichigo to serve them. With a amused smile on his face Ichigo took out of the oven a casserole dish where he had kept dinner warm. He skillfully deposed the rice omelets onto the plates and served them with a:

“Enjoy!”

Karin and Yuzu were already dancing of joy as they looked at their favorite meal. Isshin frowned a bit at the childish dish but brightened up too as Ichigo handed him his plate with the remark:

“Be careful, it’s spicy.”

After the dinner that was much better than Yuzu had expected before the evening went on quite peacefully and ended in a game of monopoly that Karin won and Isshin lost by far. Afterwards the girls went up to prepare themselves. Ichigo took his father aside and murmured:

“We need to talk. Wait for me until I take care of a little problem.”

Isshin nodded as his only son went up. Ichigo knocked at the door of the girls room and entered after they gave him permission.

“Show me your marks, I’ll help you get through the night without too much problems.”

He skillfully avoided the mess on the floor and sat down on Yuzus bed. He did the same as before with his fingers but this time the glow was stronger and Karin saw the same glow a bit everywhere on his body. Yuzu fell asleep under his treatment and Ichigo had to catch her before she fell out of the bed. After gently laying her down and covering her up, he came over to Karins side.

With wondering eyes Karin looked at her feet being enveloped in that light blue. This time she already knew what kind of sensation it would procure so it didn’t feel as weird as it had before. It was like a warm massage and Karin felt as if something that had been held back (her sleep) was let a bit loose and she almost nodded off like Yuzu had done. She felt her brother laying her down but before he could leave, she grabbed his hand.

“It’s not something bad, is it?”

Ichigo gently patted her head.

“I don’t think so. And if, I’ll do anything to help you two.”

Then Karin fell into oblivion.


Ichigo came down to the living room where his father sat and drank a cool beer. With a sigh he slumped down onto the couch where he had examined his raven sister before and looked at his father.

“Dad.”

“Hmmm?”

“I have weird news.”

“Not good or bad or both?”

“I don’t know yet how good or bad it is.”

“It concerns Karin and Yuzu, right?”

Ichigo nodded. He was glad that his father knew how to act like a real parent from time to time.

“Yeah… the thing is… I think they’re developing powers.”

Isshin choked on his beer and had to cough before he could answer:

“*cough* Really? What *cough* makes you think that? *cough*”

“Well… Karin came to me with some worries. She hasn’t been able to sleep since some days and she had strange marks on her ankles. Yuzu hadn’t been able to see those so she thought that they had to do with some supernatural phenomenon.”

Isshin nodded.

“The thing is… it IS a supernatural phenomenon. Or more like a development or evolution. I checked up on Yuzu. She has also a mark but hers is on her back. I haven’t asked her if she was able to see it, but what is sure, is that she still can’t see ghosts or similar stuff though she can hear them.”

Isshin had a thoughtful look on his face as he nodded again.

“Yuzu has headaches and Karin can’t sleep. I did what I could with my powers to help them get at least a good night but I don’t know how we can handle things in the future. Tomorrow I’ll go and ask for some assistance from friends who know more about such stuff.”

Ichigo looked at his father and waited for approval. His father was thinking and he seemed to be in some kind of internal dilemma. But Isshin looked up and said:

“I’ll leave it in your hands. I think that you’ll do your best for them, won’t you?”

Ichigo nodded and had to yawn. The toll of his wounds slowly healing and the visit he had had to pay to his hollow slowly robbed him of his awareness.

“I’m going to *yawn” … bed. Oyasumi.”

“Oyasumi, Ichigo.”


Ichigo just managed to fall on his bed before he lost control over his body. He felt the cold and harsh grip of the hollows power dragging him down to his inner world. Light as feather he landed on the blue skyscrapers. With an annoyed look he searched for his hollow. A nasty laugh made him turn around and he saw his hollow sitting casually on the ground.

“What do you want? You had your fun already this afternoon!”

The hollow smirked at the angry voice of his king.

“Ya surely remember our agreement. Whenever I take over Zangetsu because of my aggression…

“… you can take me so as to calm down. I know. I’m not dumb. My question is:
Why are you already back?”

“Dunno… it just… happened. And now come over here… and put down your sword.”

Ichigo sighed and untied the sword, putting it down to the ground. Then he came slowly closer and sank down to one knee so as to be only an inch from the others face.

“You got your fun already today… so be a bit more gentle, ‘kay?”

Ichigos murmured words trailed with his anticipating breath over the white teens face. The hollow put a finger under his chin and guided him even closer. A millimeter before their lips touched he whispered:

“Come on… I know you like it a bit painful.”

Then their lips melted together. They were only equal for a short moment before the hollow took the lead. He pushed his king down onto the ground, devouring his mouth and slipping a hand into his clothes. With a fast movement he ripped his hakama and haori so as to show him the beautifully drawn abs and torso. Ichigo blushed under that lustful gaze of his. He didn’t want to admit it but these hands that were so cold and yet so hot turned him on like nothing else had before.

Surprisingly the hollow somehow complied to his request and hadn’t made any rough moves like biting or scratching yet. After mapping Ichigos mouth with his tongue, he began to trail kisses on the upper body, sucking on the pink nipples. The king almost let a moan escape but only his iron will prevented him from doing so. He could feel the hollow smirk while making his way down to the traitorous bulk in the trousers. Again the fabric was ripped to pieces in an instant and Ichigo was laying there as naked as he had been on his birth.

Slowly the hollow trailed his hands on the inner parts of his masters thighs, working with delightful pressure and grazed the skin slightly. Not enough that it scratched the skin but enough to leave a faint red trail, making Ichigo shiver in anticipation. With one long lick the hollow trailed his tongue over the whole length of the shivering cock, swirling around its head. Gently cupping his balls he massaged them, drawing faint moans from the resisting teen who clenched his teeth in refusal. He tasted the sweet precum dripping slowly down and said with a smirk:

“You’ve been happy today… did you play with your lovely sisters?”

“Shhhh… shut up.”

The hollow did so by taking the whole length of his kings cock into his mouth. Ichigo moaned as his back arched and slumped down again every time the hollow moved. That tongue, that blue tongue used for so many useless verbal fights, danced on his most sensitive place and made him come closer and closer to completion. Somehow he managed to sit up and grabbed the white hair.

It was surprisingly soft and silky to touch and if Ichigo hadn’t been in that situation he would have enjoyed it but now he only managed to stutter between two moans:

“Sto--- ugh, stop it!... ah… I’m… I’m … ohhh… about, -bout…”

The hollow looked up with a malicious look in his eyes.

“Do you want me to stop, my king?”

In normal times Ichigo would have been seriously pissed off by that ironic tone, that fake submission but now he didn’t care at all.

“I know my king… You want me inside of you when you cum, right?”

The hollow stopped and leaned up to Ichigos face, licking over the cheek and murmuring these words with a lewd voice. The teen shuddered and didn’t reply. But the hollow wasn’t a part of him for nothing. He knew exactly what his king wanted. Redressing himself he let the white and black silk fall down and kneeled in his naked and aroused self before the original. Ichigos heartbeat went up as he looked at the fully erect and big member of his personal Mr. Hyde. But he didn’t have the time to think about it because the hollow turned him around in a swift moment, making him be on his fours. The hollow parted his buttocks in a forceful movement which however lacked that violent component of before and started to fuck his king with his tongue.

The wet muscle trailed over the puckering entrance as it pleased and entered it at will since the owner of said ass was writhing on the ground, overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion. Soon the hollow licked two of his own fingers and scissored his original shortly before taking them out. Ichigo felt disappointed by the sudden feeling of emptiness but with one hard thrust that made him cry out loud the hollow entered him mercilessly from behind. Recalling his previous experiences the orange haired teen took a deep breath and tried to relax. Strangely the hollow seemed to wait for his partner to get accustomed to the cock in his ass. Holding his hips in an iron grip, he didn’t let him escape until the breath of the king became regular and less choked. And now he waited for something else. Waiting for a single sound that almost couldn’t be heard.

“Move.”, whispered Ichigo.

The hollow grinned and began to thrust in a strong and fast pace into the human boy who moaned and cried at every thrust. Suddenly an idea went through the white haired teen and he bent down so as to make their backs touch. He slipped an arm around the torso of the other and with his monstrous strength he pulled him into an upright position. Just as Ichigo wanted to complain, the hollow let himself fall back and dragging the other with him so as to end up in a sitting position. There he began to lift the boy up and down, moving him along the shaft of his cock. Ichigo had soon understood what his job in this position was and he started to support himself with his feet, setting his own pace. He could feel the hollow smirk as he sucked at the skin of his shoulder and neck. Suddenly a white hand closed itself around the neglected cock and began pumping at the same ace he was going up and down.

Damn… he would outlast that albino bastard. Ichigo desperately tried to hold his orgasm back but his body had developed a mind of his own and moved faster and faster. Suddenly the hollow bit him hard at the junction of his neck and shoulders, tearing the skin with his sharp teeth. The pain made Ichigo come again and again, all over the hand of the hollow. The walls of his insides pulsated as he rode out his orgasm, making his white twin come too. Ichigos movements became slower and sloppier and eventually he stopped, falling on his hands. The hollow let go of his skin between his jaws and leaned back, still sheathed inside the orange haired teen.

“What a fuck. You really have talent, king.”

“Shut up.”

The human was breathing hard as his body slowly got colder, the heat of passion leaving under the incessant wind of that world. The hollow sighed and pushed the other guy a little bit up so as to slide out of him. He couldn’t see the slight frown on the kings face but he knew that it was there and it made him smirk. He closed that lithe body into his arms as they just sat there, in the middle of an empty town with no name and no life.

“Wut the… hell… are you…”

Ichigo felt his strength vanish. He only wanted to close his eyes and sleep, even if that was while leaning on the hollows white chest. Suddenly something familiar enveloped him and with a puzzled look he saw the hollow carefully drape him in the rests of his clothes which were not as ripped as they used to be in previous encounters. Just before the black silk enshrouded him and took him back to the real world he felt the chaste kiss of the hollow on his lips.


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Karin woke up in a better mood than the last four days. A glance towards the happy face of her sister told her that it was the same for Yuzu and in the blink of an eye they were clothed and ran down. They heard their father singing under the shower and went on to make breakfast. While Yuzu was cooking some eggs Karin finished to dress the table and she started wondering where her brother was. He wasn’t the kind of guy to sleep long and usually he would be up by that time. Their father entered the kitchen and made himself a coffee. Karin decided that maybe it was better to go and have a look.

She ran upstairs and knocked at the door of her brother. As no answer came she carefully opened the door. In the narrow gap of the door she could see that her brother was just up and changing. But what she saw made her freeze in horror. Long scars trailed over the back and various parts of his body, some were old, some seemed to just have healed and some looked like just mended and were covered in bandages. She let out a little shriek and Ichigo turned around, his arms already in the shirt he was going to use. Seeing her he relaxed a bit and he smiled an awkward smile as he said:

“Ohayo, Karin. Did you sleep well?”

Karin had somehow gotten a bit over the shock and entered the room. Ichigo had let down his arms again and stood there with a questioning look in his eyes and a naked torso. With hesitant steps she came closer until she was standing just before him. She looked up and wondered if he had always been this tall. But the she focused on the scars that also ran over his chest. With a trembling hand she trailed over one of the recent scars and drew back immediately as she felt his muscles tighten beneath the skin.

“Who did this?”, she whispered, “Why do you have all these wounds? Ichigo, what happened?”

Her voice became louder and louder until he held her by her shoulders, going down on one knee, so as to be at the same height.

“Karin, calm down. It’s not as bad as it looks. I got them while I was away… and some are from previous … things.”

Karin didn’t believe him. Had he really been walking around with all those injuries? She often helped out at the private clinic and she knew of people who had to stay in bed because of smaller injuries than he had.

“But who…?”

Ichigo put a finger on her lips.

“That’s a story for some other time.”

“But Ichigo!”

“What? Don’t make a fuss about it, ok?”

“At least show them to Dad!”

Ichigo gently patted her head and stood up while finishing getting dressed.

“Hai hai…”

Karin stormed out of his room and ran down.

“Daaaaaaaaaad!” she called her father even while she was on the stairs.
“You need to have a look at Ichi-nii!”

Isshin looked with a questioning look over his coffee mug. Karin sat down with a loud ‘thud’ and after a mumbled “itadakimasu” she started eating. Between two bites she said:

“Ichi-nii is covered in wounds. You have to take a look at him!”

At the same time Ichigo came down the stairs and scratched his head.

“Karin, I told you. Don’t make a fuss about that!.”

Isshin looked at his son asked with a playful voice:

“Did you fight over a cute lady?”

Ichigo rolled with his eyes and thought: “No, just saved the world and your sorry ass.”.

Yuzu turned around in surprise and asked, almost falling of the footstool she used.

“You saved the world, Ichi-nii?”

Now it was Ichigo who turned around.

“What did you say?”

It was silent. Yuzu looked a bit unsure but the she said:

“I heard you say: -No, just saved the world and your sorry …-. Didn’t he say that, Karin?”

Karin looked with big eyes at her sister:

“He… didn’t say anything.”


After a little hour of calming down the gentle girl and assuring her that she wasn’t crazy but that there was surely a logical response like Ichigo had been thinking out loud and no one else had her him the nerves of Kurosaki Ichigo were almost blank. He felt almost thankful for the medical examination Karin had obliged him to take as he walked over to the private clinic. The familiar scents of a small hospital with its tragedies and miracles and the sounds that he had heard since he had been born in the very same house enveloped him as he slowly walked over to the examination room. He chuckled as he started to take out the instruments and things needed for the examination and treatment (he knew he would get one) by himself while his father finished talking to a patient next door. What kind of patient prepared the room by himself?

Ichigo sat down on the bed and waited patiently. When Isshin came into the room and saw the correctly laid out tools and other things he laughed.

“Well… if this isn’t a well-informed patient.”

Ichigo laughed with him and took off his shirt. His father had his back turned to him while picking up some papers. When he turned around he let his things fall.

“Ichigo!”

Ichigo sighed and replied with a dry tone:

“It’s not as bad as it looks…”

Isshin picked up his things and began to examine his son, starting with his back. Ichigo kept silent as his father renewed bandages and noted down things concerning the wounds. After that he came around and while they were face to face, no one spoke a word. Then, after the doctor had finished, he took a chair and sat down while his son put his shirt back on. Ichigo didn’t want to speak. He had hoped that he could have been able to finish the healing with Urahara’s medicine and ask Orihime to erase the scars but now he had to deal with his father.

“So tell me, Ichigo. Who dealt the final blow to Aizen?”


If a needle had fallen down at that moment, its sound would have been louder than the explosion of a bomb. Ichigo stared incredulously at his father. In his brain the thoughts tangled themselves into a huge mess until his brain seemed to cease to function. Obedient like a robot he answered:

“Yamamoto ji-san did.”

“And how?”

“Ehhhhm… I held Aizens body… and he pierced through me and him, carefully avoiding my vital organs.”

“That happened in the sphere of abyss?”

“… Ye-Yeah…”

“I see… so that’s how it was…”

…

“WAIT A MINUTE!”, both cried.

Isshin yelled: “Yamamoto-sama dared to pierce through you?!?!?!?!?”

And Ichigo replied: “And why the hell am I talking with my father ABOUT SOUL SOCIETY?!?!?!?”

Both just stared at each other. The Isshin sighed and asked:

“Where did he pierce through you?”

Ichigo touched the spot on his body that hurt the most: a small spot on the right upper side of his body. He remembered the blazing pain as the blade had pierced skin, muscles, bones and grazed the lung but didn’t pierce it but it did so with Aizens heart. He remembered the dying eyes of the greatest foe he had ever encountered, he recalled the blood flowing out of his many wounds and memories of an immense joy had filled him when he knew that Karakura was finally safe. With gentle force Isshin tugged his hand away and looked again at the narrow wound.

“Hmmmm… Yamamoto-sama is really a master. Precise to a millimeter.”

Ichigo looked with disbelief at his father’s back while that guy put away his things.

“Ne, Ichigo, let’s go visit Masaki’s grave. I don’t have any more patients for today.”

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Glossary:
Oyasumi = short for oyasumi nasai - Good night
Hakama = trad. jap. clothing, large pants
Haori = trad. jap. clothing, large shirt
Ohayo = Good morning
Hai = Yes
Ji-san = suffix for ~gramps, old man

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