Death and the Strawberry
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Chapter 3
To comment on an anonymous reviewer ‘Linaan’, I said Ichigo was more mature because of his awareness of the attraction of others and he’s not as naïve and innocent as portrayed in the manga/anime. Yes he is a ‘hot headed idiot’ but in the manga Ichigo was short tempered and yelled, so I do not think it is too out of character for him to get angry at Stark. That being said, I am sorry if you felt I misled you and if enough reviewers step forward I will remove the comment of Ichigo being more mature.
Review Responses-Satterb: Thanks! Ichigo is a very volatile character so it’s not that hard to write his reactions to the perverts. I’m glad you like it :D
Nusku: heh, we all know that uke’s are REALLY the ones who are in charge.
Kera-Izaki: I know, Ichi is cute when he’s mad.
Alyneese: Thanks!
Yakumo: Yeah, Ichi seems like the type to only be respectful when it’s earned, and maybe even not then.
Yumi: Thank you!
Kunitsu: Thanks!
Pie: Stark does care…as long as it isn’t too inconvenient, or it involves Ichi.
Another note…Lilinette reminds me of Hiyori. :D
FAN ART!!! I so forgot to mention this last chapter, but I posted a link to a drawing I did of Ichigo in this story onto my profile, so check it out if you want. I really should stick to writing…
Beta’d by d3m0nang3l1106- thanks!!!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 3
Lilinette was furious. She was being replaced! Okay, so maybe she wasn’t exactly being replaced, but Stark getting another Fraccion meant that they thought she wasn’t doing her job well enough. And that really pissed her off. She stomped her way through the halls, intent on killing the one who dared to make her feel this way. Skidding into the kitchen, she glared at the lithe form with orange hair that had his back turned to her.
“You!”
The asshole turned around and Lilinette’s thoughts stuttered. This man was…pretty. No, maybe that wasn’t the word. There was just something about him that was very attractive, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what. Even the mask that curled around his right eye didn’t detract from it.
“Yes?”
She shook herself slightly, realizing that she had been staring at the other arrancar for a few minutes as he gazed at her quizzically.
“You!” She pointed at him dramatically and glared. Attractive or not, this asshole was going down.
“You said that already.” Ichigo turned away in disinterest and continued to rummage through the cupboards. He yelped as he was promptly kicked in the rear and turned around to glare at the girl. “What the hell? Do you want to get your ass kicked?”
“You’re the one that’s begging for an ass-kicking! What the fuck do you think you’re doing, becoming Stark’s Fraccion. I’m the only one he needs!”
Ichigo scowled and studied the girl. “You’re the other Fraccion Aizen told me about? What was your name? Something like… Annette or Lilly…”
“It’s Lilinette!” She yelled and kicked at him again but he dodged.
“What’s you’re problem with me than, Lilly?”
She growled at him, her eyes flashing dangerously. “You are! Stark isn’t supposed to have any other Fraccion…” She pouted and looked down, becoming sad. Ichigo’s ‘older brother’ instincts kicked in and he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t want to be his Fraccion either, it’s an order from Aizen-sama.”
Lilinette calmed down a little, but still stared at Ichigo mistrustfully. “I still don’t like you.”
“That’s fine with me.” Ichigo turned back to his rummaging. “You don’t happen to know what Stark absolutely hates to eat, do you?”
“Why?”
“Cuz the bastard ordered me to get him something to eat.” Ichigo groused sourly.
“Heh.” A gleam appeared in Lilinette’s eyes. “So that’s how it is. He hates brussel sprouts and liver.”
“Thanks Lilly.” Ichigo gleefully said and dug out the despised items.
“My name is Lilinette, you jerk off!”
Ichigo hummed happily as he carried Stark’s ‘dinner’ to his room. He had messed it up in every possible way: burned it, added odd seasoning like honey, and put in so many jalapeños he was certain Stark would breathe fire. This would definitely work.
“Here you go bastard-sama.” Ichigo presented the charred ‘food’ to Stark.
Stark eyed it warily as though it might bite him. “What is it?”
“Brussels sprouts and liver.”
Stark stared at the abomination in disgust but his growling stomach won over his cringing taste buds. Taking it slowly, Stark continued to pout as he lifted a bite to his mouth. Ichigo watched eagerly for an unfavorable reaction as Stark chewed, then swallowed.
“Well?”
“Burning it really helps to mask the taste. And the honey really mellows the jalapenos nicely.” Stark noted and returned to his meal a lot happier than when he started. Ichigo cursed silently and glared at the food like it was its fault. “You forgot to get me something to drink.” Stark noted.
Ichigo predictably glared and stomped off to the kitchens yet again with loud curses. Stark stared after him curiously. “Was it something I said?”
Despite his reluctance to being Stark’s ‘baby sitter,’ Ichigo could understand why he was needed. He knew Stark was lazy before, but it seemed only a direct order from Aizen-sama could make Stark do anything he didn’t want to do. And even then, although Ichigo would not say this out loud, he suspected that Stark only let Aizen order him around because he found it amusing.
At the moment Ichigo was receiving his most recent orders to relay to Stark. “Seek out the Vasto Lords and convince them to join our cause.”
“Isn’t Nnoitra doing that now?” Ichigo scowled, rubbing the back of his neck in irritation.
Aizen just smiled at him fondly, as though he had said something amusing. “Yes, but it seems he is more intent on dispatching the weaker hollows than completing the mission.”
With a heavy sigh, Ichigo bowed at the waist slightly. “Yes Aizen-sama, I will tell him.”
As he turned to leave, Aizen stopped him. “Oh, and Ichigo?”
“Yes, sir?”
“We do not know how unpredictable the Vasto Lords are, stay close to Stark.”
With an irritated huff at the fact that he would need protection, Ichigo gave another short bow none the less. “Yes, Aizen-sama.”
Ichigo walked to Stark’s room, rolling his eyes as he saw that the man was asleep yet again. “Oi, bastard-sama!” Ichigo shouted. “Get up, we have an assignment.”
Stark didn’t stir. Ichigo glared at his prone form and lifted his foot to kick him, but was stopped by the arrival of Lilinette. “Oh, Lilinette.”
“You’re doing it all wrong; you have to really hurt him to get him to wake up.”
“What do you suggest?” Ichigo cocked his head to the side and planted his hands on his hips.
Lilinette scoffed. “Watch the master.” With that, she stepped towards Stark, grinning evilly as his loud sores echoed throughout the room. Lifting her foot up high, she brought it down hard, onto his nose. Ichigo winced as Stark jerked awake, his eyes watering slightly but otherwise unharmed. He glared at Lilinette, rubbing the stinging appendage.
“What?”
“Ichigo has an assignment for you.” She cheerfully answered.
His grey eyes glanced over to where Ichigo was standing, tapping his foot impatiently. “Give me a break.” Stark sighed and flopped back down to sleep, but Ichigo wouldn’t let him. Jumping on the stronger, larger espada, Ichigo had no qualms about grabbing a hold of his kimono and yanking him up.
“Listen bastard, Aizen-sama gave you this mission and you are going to complete it!” Stark lifted a hand to his mouth and yawned deeply in response, making Ichigo’s eye twitch.
“If you wanted to cuddle, you should have just said so.” Stark said calmly as he wrapped his arms around Ichigo’s waist and pulled him down beside him, gripping the smaller arrancar loosely, but firmly, so he couldn’t get away.
“Get off me, you bastard!” Ichigo snarled and tried to squirm away but Stark just hummed in response and turned on his side so Ichigo was partially pinned underneath him. “I’m not here to cuddle; we need to go on the mission!”
“Hm.” Stark didn’t seem particularly interested.
“I’m serious! Aizen is ordering you to do this!” Ichigo shifted to get enough leverage to push the other arrancar off, but Stark barely even noticed.
Realizing that his pillow wasn’t going to stop yelling, Stark cracked his eyes open and glared at Ichigo. “Let me sleep for thirty more minutes and then I’ll deal with the assignment.”
“You don’t even know what the assignment is!”
“What is it then?” Stark propped his head up on his hand, his elbow resting on the pillow…the real one, not the Strawberry.
“We need to find the Vasto Lords.”
“Isn’t that what Nnoitra is doing?” Lilinette asked mildly, looking more interested in her fingernails than the ‘assignment.’
“Well, he wasn’t doing it well enough.” Ichigo said grouchily and attempted another escape from Stark but was quickly jerked back. “Oi! Fine, I’ll give you half an hour, now let me go!” He tried to pry the hands that were locked around his waist off, but to no avail. With a sigh, he flopped back down and decided to just leave it be for now. Unlike with some of the other male espada, when Stark touched Ichigo, he wasn’t being perverted. He was just being…Ichigo hadn’t decided what. Maybe affectionate, but he didn’t see Stark treating Lilinette the same way. “Are you coming with us, Lilinette?” Ichigo asked as Stark fell asleep yet again.
“Tch, who wants to do that boring shit? I’ll stay here, you deal with him.” With that, she left, leaving Ichigo to deal with Stark, who was now drooling on him.
“Stupid bastard.” Ichigo growled and shifted in Stark’s arms so he was more comfortable. All he could think was ‘Why me?’
LINE
Somebody commented on the length of the chapter, so I will ask all the reviewers whether you want longer chapters and less frequent updates or if you wish me to continue at the pace I am going now. I average about 1,500 words per chapter and unfortunately work and other such responsibilities don’t allow me to work on my fan fiction all the time, so I can’t write as long of chapters as some writers. But please, tell me which you prefer.
I welcome constructive criticism and reviews, but please no flames!!!
Review Responses-Satterb: Thanks! Ichigo is a very volatile character so it’s not that hard to write his reactions to the perverts. I’m glad you like it :D
Nusku: heh, we all know that uke’s are REALLY the ones who are in charge.
Kera-Izaki: I know, Ichi is cute when he’s mad.
Alyneese: Thanks!
Yakumo: Yeah, Ichi seems like the type to only be respectful when it’s earned, and maybe even not then.
Yumi: Thank you!
Kunitsu: Thanks!
Pie: Stark does care…as long as it isn’t too inconvenient, or it involves Ichi.
Another note…Lilinette reminds me of Hiyori. :D
FAN ART!!! I so forgot to mention this last chapter, but I posted a link to a drawing I did of Ichigo in this story onto my profile, so check it out if you want. I really should stick to writing…
Beta’d by d3m0nang3l1106- thanks!!!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 3
Lilinette was furious. She was being replaced! Okay, so maybe she wasn’t exactly being replaced, but Stark getting another Fraccion meant that they thought she wasn’t doing her job well enough. And that really pissed her off. She stomped her way through the halls, intent on killing the one who dared to make her feel this way. Skidding into the kitchen, she glared at the lithe form with orange hair that had his back turned to her.
“You!”
The asshole turned around and Lilinette’s thoughts stuttered. This man was…pretty. No, maybe that wasn’t the word. There was just something about him that was very attractive, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what. Even the mask that curled around his right eye didn’t detract from it.
“Yes?”
She shook herself slightly, realizing that she had been staring at the other arrancar for a few minutes as he gazed at her quizzically.
“You!” She pointed at him dramatically and glared. Attractive or not, this asshole was going down.
“You said that already.” Ichigo turned away in disinterest and continued to rummage through the cupboards. He yelped as he was promptly kicked in the rear and turned around to glare at the girl. “What the hell? Do you want to get your ass kicked?”
“You’re the one that’s begging for an ass-kicking! What the fuck do you think you’re doing, becoming Stark’s Fraccion. I’m the only one he needs!”
Ichigo scowled and studied the girl. “You’re the other Fraccion Aizen told me about? What was your name? Something like… Annette or Lilly…”
“It’s Lilinette!” She yelled and kicked at him again but he dodged.
“What’s you’re problem with me than, Lilly?”
She growled at him, her eyes flashing dangerously. “You are! Stark isn’t supposed to have any other Fraccion…” She pouted and looked down, becoming sad. Ichigo’s ‘older brother’ instincts kicked in and he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t want to be his Fraccion either, it’s an order from Aizen-sama.”
Lilinette calmed down a little, but still stared at Ichigo mistrustfully. “I still don’t like you.”
“That’s fine with me.” Ichigo turned back to his rummaging. “You don’t happen to know what Stark absolutely hates to eat, do you?”
“Why?”
“Cuz the bastard ordered me to get him something to eat.” Ichigo groused sourly.
“Heh.” A gleam appeared in Lilinette’s eyes. “So that’s how it is. He hates brussel sprouts and liver.”
“Thanks Lilly.” Ichigo gleefully said and dug out the despised items.
“My name is Lilinette, you jerk off!”
Ichigo hummed happily as he carried Stark’s ‘dinner’ to his room. He had messed it up in every possible way: burned it, added odd seasoning like honey, and put in so many jalapeños he was certain Stark would breathe fire. This would definitely work.
“Here you go bastard-sama.” Ichigo presented the charred ‘food’ to Stark.
Stark eyed it warily as though it might bite him. “What is it?”
“Brussels sprouts and liver.”
Stark stared at the abomination in disgust but his growling stomach won over his cringing taste buds. Taking it slowly, Stark continued to pout as he lifted a bite to his mouth. Ichigo watched eagerly for an unfavorable reaction as Stark chewed, then swallowed.
“Well?”
“Burning it really helps to mask the taste. And the honey really mellows the jalapenos nicely.” Stark noted and returned to his meal a lot happier than when he started. Ichigo cursed silently and glared at the food like it was its fault. “You forgot to get me something to drink.” Stark noted.
Ichigo predictably glared and stomped off to the kitchens yet again with loud curses. Stark stared after him curiously. “Was it something I said?”
Despite his reluctance to being Stark’s ‘baby sitter,’ Ichigo could understand why he was needed. He knew Stark was lazy before, but it seemed only a direct order from Aizen-sama could make Stark do anything he didn’t want to do. And even then, although Ichigo would not say this out loud, he suspected that Stark only let Aizen order him around because he found it amusing.
At the moment Ichigo was receiving his most recent orders to relay to Stark. “Seek out the Vasto Lords and convince them to join our cause.”
“Isn’t Nnoitra doing that now?” Ichigo scowled, rubbing the back of his neck in irritation.
Aizen just smiled at him fondly, as though he had said something amusing. “Yes, but it seems he is more intent on dispatching the weaker hollows than completing the mission.”
With a heavy sigh, Ichigo bowed at the waist slightly. “Yes Aizen-sama, I will tell him.”
As he turned to leave, Aizen stopped him. “Oh, and Ichigo?”
“Yes, sir?”
“We do not know how unpredictable the Vasto Lords are, stay close to Stark.”
With an irritated huff at the fact that he would need protection, Ichigo gave another short bow none the less. “Yes, Aizen-sama.”
Ichigo walked to Stark’s room, rolling his eyes as he saw that the man was asleep yet again. “Oi, bastard-sama!” Ichigo shouted. “Get up, we have an assignment.”
Stark didn’t stir. Ichigo glared at his prone form and lifted his foot to kick him, but was stopped by the arrival of Lilinette. “Oh, Lilinette.”
“You’re doing it all wrong; you have to really hurt him to get him to wake up.”
“What do you suggest?” Ichigo cocked his head to the side and planted his hands on his hips.
Lilinette scoffed. “Watch the master.” With that, she stepped towards Stark, grinning evilly as his loud sores echoed throughout the room. Lifting her foot up high, she brought it down hard, onto his nose. Ichigo winced as Stark jerked awake, his eyes watering slightly but otherwise unharmed. He glared at Lilinette, rubbing the stinging appendage.
“What?”
“Ichigo has an assignment for you.” She cheerfully answered.
His grey eyes glanced over to where Ichigo was standing, tapping his foot impatiently. “Give me a break.” Stark sighed and flopped back down to sleep, but Ichigo wouldn’t let him. Jumping on the stronger, larger espada, Ichigo had no qualms about grabbing a hold of his kimono and yanking him up.
“Listen bastard, Aizen-sama gave you this mission and you are going to complete it!” Stark lifted a hand to his mouth and yawned deeply in response, making Ichigo’s eye twitch.
“If you wanted to cuddle, you should have just said so.” Stark said calmly as he wrapped his arms around Ichigo’s waist and pulled him down beside him, gripping the smaller arrancar loosely, but firmly, so he couldn’t get away.
“Get off me, you bastard!” Ichigo snarled and tried to squirm away but Stark just hummed in response and turned on his side so Ichigo was partially pinned underneath him. “I’m not here to cuddle; we need to go on the mission!”
“Hm.” Stark didn’t seem particularly interested.
“I’m serious! Aizen is ordering you to do this!” Ichigo shifted to get enough leverage to push the other arrancar off, but Stark barely even noticed.
Realizing that his pillow wasn’t going to stop yelling, Stark cracked his eyes open and glared at Ichigo. “Let me sleep for thirty more minutes and then I’ll deal with the assignment.”
“You don’t even know what the assignment is!”
“What is it then?” Stark propped his head up on his hand, his elbow resting on the pillow…the real one, not the Strawberry.
“We need to find the Vasto Lords.”
“Isn’t that what Nnoitra is doing?” Lilinette asked mildly, looking more interested in her fingernails than the ‘assignment.’
“Well, he wasn’t doing it well enough.” Ichigo said grouchily and attempted another escape from Stark but was quickly jerked back. “Oi! Fine, I’ll give you half an hour, now let me go!” He tried to pry the hands that were locked around his waist off, but to no avail. With a sigh, he flopped back down and decided to just leave it be for now. Unlike with some of the other male espada, when Stark touched Ichigo, he wasn’t being perverted. He was just being…Ichigo hadn’t decided what. Maybe affectionate, but he didn’t see Stark treating Lilinette the same way. “Are you coming with us, Lilinette?” Ichigo asked as Stark fell asleep yet again.
“Tch, who wants to do that boring shit? I’ll stay here, you deal with him.” With that, she left, leaving Ichigo to deal with Stark, who was now drooling on him.
“Stupid bastard.” Ichigo growled and shifted in Stark’s arms so he was more comfortable. All he could think was ‘Why me?’
LINE
Somebody commented on the length of the chapter, so I will ask all the reviewers whether you want longer chapters and less frequent updates or if you wish me to continue at the pace I am going now. I average about 1,500 words per chapter and unfortunately work and other such responsibilities don’t allow me to work on my fan fiction all the time, so I can’t write as long of chapters as some writers. But please, tell me which you prefer.
I welcome constructive criticism and reviews, but please no flames!!!