Beauty and the Beast
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
11
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5,767
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53
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Chapter 3
Notes for this chapter…Kenpachi doesn’t look like Beast from Beauty and the Beast. The description will be in this chapter. This part isn’t as humorous as the other’s cuz Ichigo is a bit angst-ridden.
Beauty and the Beast: Chapter 3
Ichigo’s POV
I clung onto Zangetsu’s back as he led me through the forest. The trees tugged at my clothes as if they were purposefully trying to stop my progress. Owls swooped ominously over head and hooted cryptic warnings. I shivered and pulled my cloak tighter around me as Zangetsu stopped at a huge iron gate. I slipped from his back and looked around.
“Is this it?” I asked in confusion, looking around. “Where…” I trailed off, my eyes widening as I saw my father’s hat on the ground. I rushed to it, picking it up off the ground, my eyes trailing up to the large, dark castle. Gritting my teeth in resolve I led Zangetsu up to the enormous doors and gave him a pat on the neck. “Stay here, Zangetsu.” He gave a distinct snort that told me just how much he wanted to come in (not at all) and I tugged the doors open, slipping inside.
“Hello? Father?”
Third Person POV
As Ichigo hesitantly stepped inside, the candle stick rubbed at his eyes in amazement. It was a young man…a beautiful young man! In this castle! A big grin lit up Ikkaku…er… the candle and he quickly scurried up the stairs leading up to the dungeons. “Over here…” He whispered, leading the beautiful Ichigo with his voice.
In the kitchen Yachiru hopped over to Unohana who was getting washing in the sink. “Uno-chan! There’s a pretty boy in the castle!”
“Of course there is.” Unohana replied and nudged Yachiru in to get cleaned as well.
“Really! I saw him!”
“Not another word. Into the sink!”
A feather duster named Rukia darted into the kitchen. “There’s a boy in the castle!”
“Told ya!” Yachiru chirped happily.
“Father?” The orange-haired boy called out. He walked down the scary halls and up the twisting steps that led up to the tower. He heard something and snatched up a torch that lit the winding staircase.
“Belle?” A rough voice coughed.
“I told you not to call me that goat-face!” Ichigo snarled at the man who was curled up behind the iron bars. As he gave a wet cough Ichigo sighed and rolled his eyes, sinking to his knees and clutching his father’s cold hands in his. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you out.” Ichigo promised.
“No! Ichigo, listen to me, you must leave!”
“What!?” Ichigo gave Isshin a sharp thump in the side of the head with his hand. “What do you take me for old man!?”
“You don’t understand, my son! There’s a-
“Who dares enter my castle!?” Ichigo yelped and flattened his back against the bars at the booming, growling voice. The torch fell to the floor, extinguishing all the light in the room except the moon light filtering in through a single narrow window.
“I- I’m Ichigo…” The teenager stuttered out. “I’ve come to get my father!”
“Your father?” The large dark shape shifted in the shadows. Ichigo was unable to bring him into focus no matter how much he tried. “Your father trespassed in my castle and must stay here as punishment!” The beast roared.
“He’s sick!” Ichigo protested. “Mentally and physically.” He couldn’t help but mumble under his breath. “Can’t you just let him go!?”
“No!” Ichigo shrank back a little. “He must stay here!”
Isshin let out another harsh cough and Ichigo winced. He wouldn’t lose another parent. “Take- take me instead.” He stated bravely.
“You?” He sounded curious as he turned to study the beautiful teenager glaring at him fiercely. “You would stay in his place?”
“Ichigo, you don’t know what you’re doing!”
“If I did, would you let him go?”
“Yes, but you must stay here forever.”
Ichigo paused and looked at the dark shape. “Step into the light.”
The beast only paused for a second before a large, boot clad foot inched into the moon light, Ichigo’s eyes raced up long, muscular legs clothed in rough leather to the impossibly wide chest and grinning face. He could have almost passed for just a rather large man if it wasn’t for the long, sharp canines, the golden eyes with slits for pupils and furry ears that resembled a wolf’s as well as a bushy tail. Ichigo was able to take in the dark hair that jutted back in spikes before he buried his head against the bars and tried to inch closer to his father for comfort.
“No! Ichigo!” Isshin protested and wrapped his arms through the bars
“You have my word.” Ichigo stepped into the light and lifted his chin, staring defiantly in the beast’s general direction. A dark chuckled resounded in the room, making Ichigo flinch back.
“Very well.” The beast-like man simply grabbed a hold of the cage doors and yanked it off, the metal lock and hinges squealing in protest. Ichigo had barely managed to stop goat-face from falling onto his face when the beast snagged him by the collar and yanked him out of the room.
“No!” Ichigo tried to grab for his father but the beast was faster, slamming the door behind him as he dragged the protesting Isshin outside and threw him into an old palanquin.
“Please spare my son!” Isshin pleaded with the monster.
“He is no longer your concern. Take him back into the village.” Kenpachi growled at the order and the thing lifted itself from the ground, its many legs snapping the vines covering it and scurrying off to do its captain’s bidding.
Kenpachi wasted no time in going back to the orange-haired beauty, leaping up the stairs and pausing at the door where Ikkaku stood watch. “Captain?” The candlestick said timidly.
“What?” The beast snapped.
“Since the boy is going to be with us for quite some time, I was thinking that you might want to offer him a more comfortable room.” The beast growls at him angrily, and his lights quickly snuffed out. “Then again, maybe not.”
He entered the cell-tower where Ichigo was and cocked his head to the side and frowned as he saw the boy…crying?
“You didn’t let me say good bye!” Ichigo accused the beast, eyes burning.
The beast frowned and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. Ikkaku coughed delicately and Kenpachi picked him up by his holder. “Offer him a place to sleep.” Ikkaku whispered. Kenpachi grunted in affirmation and looked at the crying beauty.
“I’ll show you to your rooms.”
“My rooms?” Ichigo asked in confusion. “But I thought-
“Yes, unless you would like to stay in the tower?” Kenpachi gestured to the dark room with only old hay for bedding.
“No…” Ichigo stood and dusted himself off, wiping his eyes and squaring his shoulders.
“Then follow me.”
Kenpachi lead Ichigo to his room through the dark hallways. Lagging behind, Ichigo stares at the hideous sculptures on the walls, the light casting shadows on them. Rolling his eyes at the dramatic décor, he ran to catch up with Kenpachi. Shit, he had to stay here? The beast looked back at Ichigo with a frown and saw a tear form at the corner of his eye and trickle down.
“Say something to him!” Ikkaku hissed.
“Hmm? Oh.” He glanced back at beautiful Ichigo, wondering what he was suppose to say. “I...um...hope you like it here.” He glanced to Ikkaku, wondering if he got it right. Ikkaku grinned and motioned for beast to continue. “The castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you wish, except the West Wing.”
Ichigo looked up with a frown. “What’s in the West Wing?”
Kenpachi stopped, his golden eyes glowing as he scowled at the smaller man. “It is forbidden!” He spat angrily.
Ichigo paused, forcing himself not to flinch back as the Beast started walking again. He reluctantly followed, being careful to keep a few feet distance between the two of them. Kenpachi stopped in front of some large doors that he pulled open. “Now, if there’s anything you need, my servant will attend to you.”
“Dinner.” Ikkaku hissed in his ear. “Invite him to dinner.”
Kenpachi was already started to think that this was going to be a lot harder than he thought. “You…will join me for dinner. That’s not a request.” With that he slammed the doors shut behind him.
Ichigo jolted. Staring at the closed doors in fear. With an aggravated cry he threw his body onto the bed and slammed his fists against the pillow. Angry tears spilled out of his eyes as he screamed out his frustration at the horrible situation.
LINE
Heh, so I figured that Kenpachi was beast-like enough as it was so I just added a few more features. Plus I didn’t want to torture Ichigo so much to make him get it on with something that looked like the Beast. Even I am not that perverted!
Also, a palanquin is like a covered litter that would rest on the shoulders of four or more men.
Beauty and the Beast: Chapter 3
Ichigo’s POV
I clung onto Zangetsu’s back as he led me through the forest. The trees tugged at my clothes as if they were purposefully trying to stop my progress. Owls swooped ominously over head and hooted cryptic warnings. I shivered and pulled my cloak tighter around me as Zangetsu stopped at a huge iron gate. I slipped from his back and looked around.
“Is this it?” I asked in confusion, looking around. “Where…” I trailed off, my eyes widening as I saw my father’s hat on the ground. I rushed to it, picking it up off the ground, my eyes trailing up to the large, dark castle. Gritting my teeth in resolve I led Zangetsu up to the enormous doors and gave him a pat on the neck. “Stay here, Zangetsu.” He gave a distinct snort that told me just how much he wanted to come in (not at all) and I tugged the doors open, slipping inside.
“Hello? Father?”
Third Person POV
As Ichigo hesitantly stepped inside, the candle stick rubbed at his eyes in amazement. It was a young man…a beautiful young man! In this castle! A big grin lit up Ikkaku…er… the candle and he quickly scurried up the stairs leading up to the dungeons. “Over here…” He whispered, leading the beautiful Ichigo with his voice.
In the kitchen Yachiru hopped over to Unohana who was getting washing in the sink. “Uno-chan! There’s a pretty boy in the castle!”
“Of course there is.” Unohana replied and nudged Yachiru in to get cleaned as well.
“Really! I saw him!”
“Not another word. Into the sink!”
A feather duster named Rukia darted into the kitchen. “There’s a boy in the castle!”
“Told ya!” Yachiru chirped happily.
“Father?” The orange-haired boy called out. He walked down the scary halls and up the twisting steps that led up to the tower. He heard something and snatched up a torch that lit the winding staircase.
“Belle?” A rough voice coughed.
“I told you not to call me that goat-face!” Ichigo snarled at the man who was curled up behind the iron bars. As he gave a wet cough Ichigo sighed and rolled his eyes, sinking to his knees and clutching his father’s cold hands in his. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you out.” Ichigo promised.
“No! Ichigo, listen to me, you must leave!”
“What!?” Ichigo gave Isshin a sharp thump in the side of the head with his hand. “What do you take me for old man!?”
“You don’t understand, my son! There’s a-
“Who dares enter my castle!?” Ichigo yelped and flattened his back against the bars at the booming, growling voice. The torch fell to the floor, extinguishing all the light in the room except the moon light filtering in through a single narrow window.
“I- I’m Ichigo…” The teenager stuttered out. “I’ve come to get my father!”
“Your father?” The large dark shape shifted in the shadows. Ichigo was unable to bring him into focus no matter how much he tried. “Your father trespassed in my castle and must stay here as punishment!” The beast roared.
“He’s sick!” Ichigo protested. “Mentally and physically.” He couldn’t help but mumble under his breath. “Can’t you just let him go!?”
“No!” Ichigo shrank back a little. “He must stay here!”
Isshin let out another harsh cough and Ichigo winced. He wouldn’t lose another parent. “Take- take me instead.” He stated bravely.
“You?” He sounded curious as he turned to study the beautiful teenager glaring at him fiercely. “You would stay in his place?”
“Ichigo, you don’t know what you’re doing!”
“If I did, would you let him go?”
“Yes, but you must stay here forever.”
Ichigo paused and looked at the dark shape. “Step into the light.”
The beast only paused for a second before a large, boot clad foot inched into the moon light, Ichigo’s eyes raced up long, muscular legs clothed in rough leather to the impossibly wide chest and grinning face. He could have almost passed for just a rather large man if it wasn’t for the long, sharp canines, the golden eyes with slits for pupils and furry ears that resembled a wolf’s as well as a bushy tail. Ichigo was able to take in the dark hair that jutted back in spikes before he buried his head against the bars and tried to inch closer to his father for comfort.
“No! Ichigo!” Isshin protested and wrapped his arms through the bars
“You have my word.” Ichigo stepped into the light and lifted his chin, staring defiantly in the beast’s general direction. A dark chuckled resounded in the room, making Ichigo flinch back.
“Very well.” The beast-like man simply grabbed a hold of the cage doors and yanked it off, the metal lock and hinges squealing in protest. Ichigo had barely managed to stop goat-face from falling onto his face when the beast snagged him by the collar and yanked him out of the room.
“No!” Ichigo tried to grab for his father but the beast was faster, slamming the door behind him as he dragged the protesting Isshin outside and threw him into an old palanquin.
“Please spare my son!” Isshin pleaded with the monster.
“He is no longer your concern. Take him back into the village.” Kenpachi growled at the order and the thing lifted itself from the ground, its many legs snapping the vines covering it and scurrying off to do its captain’s bidding.
Kenpachi wasted no time in going back to the orange-haired beauty, leaping up the stairs and pausing at the door where Ikkaku stood watch. “Captain?” The candlestick said timidly.
“What?” The beast snapped.
“Since the boy is going to be with us for quite some time, I was thinking that you might want to offer him a more comfortable room.” The beast growls at him angrily, and his lights quickly snuffed out. “Then again, maybe not.”
He entered the cell-tower where Ichigo was and cocked his head to the side and frowned as he saw the boy…crying?
“You didn’t let me say good bye!” Ichigo accused the beast, eyes burning.
The beast frowned and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. Ikkaku coughed delicately and Kenpachi picked him up by his holder. “Offer him a place to sleep.” Ikkaku whispered. Kenpachi grunted in affirmation and looked at the crying beauty.
“I’ll show you to your rooms.”
“My rooms?” Ichigo asked in confusion. “But I thought-
“Yes, unless you would like to stay in the tower?” Kenpachi gestured to the dark room with only old hay for bedding.
“No…” Ichigo stood and dusted himself off, wiping his eyes and squaring his shoulders.
“Then follow me.”
Kenpachi lead Ichigo to his room through the dark hallways. Lagging behind, Ichigo stares at the hideous sculptures on the walls, the light casting shadows on them. Rolling his eyes at the dramatic décor, he ran to catch up with Kenpachi. Shit, he had to stay here? The beast looked back at Ichigo with a frown and saw a tear form at the corner of his eye and trickle down.
“Say something to him!” Ikkaku hissed.
“Hmm? Oh.” He glanced back at beautiful Ichigo, wondering what he was suppose to say. “I...um...hope you like it here.” He glanced to Ikkaku, wondering if he got it right. Ikkaku grinned and motioned for beast to continue. “The castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you wish, except the West Wing.”
Ichigo looked up with a frown. “What’s in the West Wing?”
Kenpachi stopped, his golden eyes glowing as he scowled at the smaller man. “It is forbidden!” He spat angrily.
Ichigo paused, forcing himself not to flinch back as the Beast started walking again. He reluctantly followed, being careful to keep a few feet distance between the two of them. Kenpachi stopped in front of some large doors that he pulled open. “Now, if there’s anything you need, my servant will attend to you.”
“Dinner.” Ikkaku hissed in his ear. “Invite him to dinner.”
Kenpachi was already started to think that this was going to be a lot harder than he thought. “You…will join me for dinner. That’s not a request.” With that he slammed the doors shut behind him.
Ichigo jolted. Staring at the closed doors in fear. With an aggravated cry he threw his body onto the bed and slammed his fists against the pillow. Angry tears spilled out of his eyes as he screamed out his frustration at the horrible situation.
LINE
Heh, so I figured that Kenpachi was beast-like enough as it was so I just added a few more features. Plus I didn’t want to torture Ichigo so much to make him get it on with something that looked like the Beast. Even I am not that perverted!
Also, a palanquin is like a covered litter that would rest on the shoulders of four or more men.