Ichigo's Fortune?
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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12
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Something to Always Remember
Chapter 3: Something to Always Remember
A/N: It is with a humble heart that I must tell you, my readers, that I have edited my second chapter and feel the need to tell you that I appreciate you no matter what you think. I wasn’t sure how to spell certain names but was fortunately pointed in the right direction. Thank you for that Miss Naisa. In the future I will definitely try to look up the name before leaving it as is when uncertain as how to spell it. The funny thing is that I did spell Zaraki’s name right in the first chapter. I have also recieved requests to add more detail into my story and I will try my hardest to do so. My ultimate objective here is to make sure that you are enjoying my story.
BTW: As an after thought, I have decided to extend my story so that it not only includes that of the yaoi pairing but of others as well. Just figured I would forewarn you so that you may know that this is no longer a strictly yaoi story line but varies with the pairings of couples as you may have seen in chapter two.
Thank you,
Lovely Kitten
Now on with my plots…
The steam rose up and into the air as if it had a mind of its own. The young servant boy was nervous and his hand shook as he poured more cherry blossoms into the boiling water. Nobody was quite sure what had gotten into the housemaster, but it had everyone on edge. Even for his normal solitudeness, this was way different. He didn’t even get sarcastic with anyone that he thought beneath him. Not since he had had his last encounter with that Ryoka. The young servant bowed his head as he stepped away from Byakuya and then went to work on the flowers in the nearby garden, close enough to hear if his master needed anything.
Yet it seemed that everyone thought that his silence was due to that “piece of shit” Ichigo Kurosaki! Byakuya could have cared less about the dog, but it was the other one that had caught his interest.
Flashback:
Right after his fight with that Ryoka, he had flashstepped away, off of the hilltop that held the Sokyoku. He was hoping to be able to find peace and quiet to mourn his loss. Yet even as he slowed, he sensed another riatsu nearby. It was one that was unfamiliar yet had a sense of something he had been around before. When Byakuya followed the trail to the river, he spotted another Ryoka lounging on a large rock next to the muddy riverbed. This one was injured and barely had enough energy to maintain bandages of some sort wrapped around his left upper thigh and left shoulder.
Byakuya had already set it into his mind to kill this Ryoka in the place of the one that had just beaten him. Maybe then he would feel a little of his pride come back to him. But as he approached the Ryoka from behind and drew Senbonzakura he sensed a shift in the riatsu and tensed preparing for a strike. The leaves that had been rustling in the trees above them suddenly went silent, the water rushing over rocks in its streambed quieted and all that was left to be heard was the beating of his heart. This was a new sensation to Byakuya, one that he wasn’t quite sure that he liked all that much. However he didn’t have much time to ponder this as the Ryoka spoke, softly as the wind.
“Whatever you intend to do, Soul Reaper, I suggest that you change your mind and head back the way you came. This is the one and only warning that I will give you.” As the stranger spoke, the vehenemence clear and cutting in his voice, he turned slowly around while still sitting on the rock.
Byakuya was instantly shocked and stood rooted to the ground, although you could tell none of this by his face as it remained as impassive as ever. He was staring at the largest set of stormy sapphire eyes that he had ever seen. The dark navy blue of his hair, surrounding his delicate face, making them not so much blend but having the reverse effect and making them seem almost as sharp as a knife. They were like an eagle’s eyes’. And those piercing bespectacled eyes were the last things that he remembered seeing for quite a while.
When next Byakuya felt himself regain consciousness, he at once recognized the riatsu surrounding the area as the one beloning to that Ryoka he had met at the river. ‘Where am I? And why am I not dead?’ he thought to himself. The last thing that he remembered seeing was the Ryoka sittig on that blasted rock, and those eyes, how haunting the still seemed to him. As if Byakuya’s thoughts had conjured him up out of nowhere, the Ryoka stepped into view.
“I see you’re finally awake then. It took you long enough. You know you’ve been out for almost two full days.” The Ryoka had the nerve to smirk as if it was his doing that all of this had happened. Only then did Byakuya realize that he was entirely naked and that the sheet had somehow managed to twist down to his lower abdomen.
Uryu had stood there watching as the new intruder came to, after only six hours or so of bed rest. And while, yes, he had been quite ready to exterminate him when he’d been a threat, the impulse was no longer there. Uryu had carried the stranger to his campsite, which he knew to be unwise but unavoidable nonetheless, and had bandaged him where needed. Whatever this Soul Reaper had done before encountering himself, he had done a hell of a job of getting sliced up. After taking care of the wounds Uryu took the time to look more closely at the man in front of him.
He had laid the man on his back and stripped his obi and hakami off of him. It was easier to find all the wounds that way. But now, even with most of his chest covered in the white bandage wrap and his thighs and calves hidden beneath the cover, he was still the most gorgeous man Uryu had ever laid eyes on. He could still picture his skin, smooth as ivory, under his hands as he worked, and muscles as hard as the rock he had been perched upon when meeting this stranger. He was in one word perfect. His long midnight black hair was as soft as sheer silk and ran through the fingers as if by itself. His face had a slight imperfection but one that could only be told when about two inches away from it. There was a very thin, barely there, scar running from the bottom middle of his lips to the center of his chin. You could hardly see it when even up that close, but it was there. His thighs were that of a runner. They were slender; but if you placed your hand on them, there was a heat slightly radiating off of them as if containing tremendous power.
A/N: I am SOOOOO sorry that it has taken so long to get this out. I got so caught up in work and now I have more inspiration from the male perspective that I sort of got distracted…. In the good kind of way if you know what I mean!!!
A/N: It is with a humble heart that I must tell you, my readers, that I have edited my second chapter and feel the need to tell you that I appreciate you no matter what you think. I wasn’t sure how to spell certain names but was fortunately pointed in the right direction. Thank you for that Miss Naisa. In the future I will definitely try to look up the name before leaving it as is when uncertain as how to spell it. The funny thing is that I did spell Zaraki’s name right in the first chapter. I have also recieved requests to add more detail into my story and I will try my hardest to do so. My ultimate objective here is to make sure that you are enjoying my story.
BTW: As an after thought, I have decided to extend my story so that it not only includes that of the yaoi pairing but of others as well. Just figured I would forewarn you so that you may know that this is no longer a strictly yaoi story line but varies with the pairings of couples as you may have seen in chapter two.
Thank you,
Lovely Kitten
Now on with my plots…
The steam rose up and into the air as if it had a mind of its own. The young servant boy was nervous and his hand shook as he poured more cherry blossoms into the boiling water. Nobody was quite sure what had gotten into the housemaster, but it had everyone on edge. Even for his normal solitudeness, this was way different. He didn’t even get sarcastic with anyone that he thought beneath him. Not since he had had his last encounter with that Ryoka. The young servant bowed his head as he stepped away from Byakuya and then went to work on the flowers in the nearby garden, close enough to hear if his master needed anything.
Yet it seemed that everyone thought that his silence was due to that “piece of shit” Ichigo Kurosaki! Byakuya could have cared less about the dog, but it was the other one that had caught his interest.
Flashback:
Right after his fight with that Ryoka, he had flashstepped away, off of the hilltop that held the Sokyoku. He was hoping to be able to find peace and quiet to mourn his loss. Yet even as he slowed, he sensed another riatsu nearby. It was one that was unfamiliar yet had a sense of something he had been around before. When Byakuya followed the trail to the river, he spotted another Ryoka lounging on a large rock next to the muddy riverbed. This one was injured and barely had enough energy to maintain bandages of some sort wrapped around his left upper thigh and left shoulder.
Byakuya had already set it into his mind to kill this Ryoka in the place of the one that had just beaten him. Maybe then he would feel a little of his pride come back to him. But as he approached the Ryoka from behind and drew Senbonzakura he sensed a shift in the riatsu and tensed preparing for a strike. The leaves that had been rustling in the trees above them suddenly went silent, the water rushing over rocks in its streambed quieted and all that was left to be heard was the beating of his heart. This was a new sensation to Byakuya, one that he wasn’t quite sure that he liked all that much. However he didn’t have much time to ponder this as the Ryoka spoke, softly as the wind.
“Whatever you intend to do, Soul Reaper, I suggest that you change your mind and head back the way you came. This is the one and only warning that I will give you.” As the stranger spoke, the vehenemence clear and cutting in his voice, he turned slowly around while still sitting on the rock.
Byakuya was instantly shocked and stood rooted to the ground, although you could tell none of this by his face as it remained as impassive as ever. He was staring at the largest set of stormy sapphire eyes that he had ever seen. The dark navy blue of his hair, surrounding his delicate face, making them not so much blend but having the reverse effect and making them seem almost as sharp as a knife. They were like an eagle’s eyes’. And those piercing bespectacled eyes were the last things that he remembered seeing for quite a while.
When next Byakuya felt himself regain consciousness, he at once recognized the riatsu surrounding the area as the one beloning to that Ryoka he had met at the river. ‘Where am I? And why am I not dead?’ he thought to himself. The last thing that he remembered seeing was the Ryoka sittig on that blasted rock, and those eyes, how haunting the still seemed to him. As if Byakuya’s thoughts had conjured him up out of nowhere, the Ryoka stepped into view.
“I see you’re finally awake then. It took you long enough. You know you’ve been out for almost two full days.” The Ryoka had the nerve to smirk as if it was his doing that all of this had happened. Only then did Byakuya realize that he was entirely naked and that the sheet had somehow managed to twist down to his lower abdomen.
Uryu had stood there watching as the new intruder came to, after only six hours or so of bed rest. And while, yes, he had been quite ready to exterminate him when he’d been a threat, the impulse was no longer there. Uryu had carried the stranger to his campsite, which he knew to be unwise but unavoidable nonetheless, and had bandaged him where needed. Whatever this Soul Reaper had done before encountering himself, he had done a hell of a job of getting sliced up. After taking care of the wounds Uryu took the time to look more closely at the man in front of him.
He had laid the man on his back and stripped his obi and hakami off of him. It was easier to find all the wounds that way. But now, even with most of his chest covered in the white bandage wrap and his thighs and calves hidden beneath the cover, he was still the most gorgeous man Uryu had ever laid eyes on. He could still picture his skin, smooth as ivory, under his hands as he worked, and muscles as hard as the rock he had been perched upon when meeting this stranger. He was in one word perfect. His long midnight black hair was as soft as sheer silk and ran through the fingers as if by itself. His face had a slight imperfection but one that could only be told when about two inches away from it. There was a very thin, barely there, scar running from the bottom middle of his lips to the center of his chin. You could hardly see it when even up that close, but it was there. His thighs were that of a runner. They were slender; but if you placed your hand on them, there was a heat slightly radiating off of them as if containing tremendous power.
A/N: I am SOOOOO sorry that it has taken so long to get this out. I got so caught up in work and now I have more inspiration from the male perspective that I sort of got distracted…. In the good kind of way if you know what I mean!!!