Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers

I am going to be switching between we and I, but they are both talking about Kenpachi. It changes back and forth because of the uncertainty of Kenpachi’s mental condition, and whether it is him acting, the hollow, or both of them together.

WARNING!!! Lots of character death. Except for Ichigo, Yachiru, and the ones in the human world. And rape. And violence. And general smutty goodness.

Inner Hollow: Part 2/2

I knew it was only a matter of time before I broke. Before he and I merged into one. I don’t even know how I felt about it. I’ve lived for fighting and blood-shed for so long that I don’t think I’ll even notice a difference.

It happens in Seireitei. Ichigo is around; I can feel him itching in the back of my mind. My hollow can feel him too, and is urging me go to him, to claim him, devour him and reshape him until he is only ours.

Our minds are merging.

I can see my skin turn white while his presence pushes into mind, our Shinigami and hollow powers becoming one.

I grin gleefully, holding up my zanpakuto and examining its serrated edge. So good for cutting. So good.

I want to make them bleed. The captains. The lieutenants. Everyone. I only have two in my mind that I know aren’t for killing. Little pink haired girl- ours, our little one. To be protected, not harmed. And him. Our sweet, delicious mate.

Everyone is screaming, we throw our head back and laugh. Energy pours from us, suffocating the weaklings and brings others yet to their knees. They all must die. The old man that was the head of the Gotei 13 stands before us, his reiatsu lashing like fire. He might give us some problems, but we welcome a challenge.

“Slaughter, Hitogoroshi!!!” I call out his name, beckoning him to play with me. To kill with me. My zanpakuto changes. It dissolves into darkness like a black rain cloud, evil chuckles vibrating like thunder. It surrounds us and I laugh with Hitogoroshi, //we// laugh with him. Murderer. Slaughterer. It’s what we are. The shadows of my soul douse the old man’s flames and consume him, eating his reiatsu and devouring his spiritual body.

It feels so good. It helps fill my hollow hole, but not completely. I’m still hungry. Our little Yachiru is staring down at the scene gleefully, her face split in half with a grin and her arms raised above her head in a cheer. Although she is not ours by right, she is our cub. And she suits us well. She jumps down into a puddle of blood, giggling as it splashes up into her face.

“Shiro Ken-chan!” She greets me warmly, leaping onto my shoulder and hugging me with blood soaked arms. “You’re eyes are weird!” She laughs and pokes my forehead. I only grin in response.

I can feel him coming now, a hint of panic radiating from him as he comes across the eaten bodies. My delicious mate. I turn my head to Yachiru. “Ichigo and I will be having some alone time.” My voice rumbles and echoes around us.

“Okay Shiro Ken-chan.” She agrees instantly. “I’m going to go kill the ones still alive!” Her brow wrinkled and she pouted at me. “The ones you missed.”

“Hn.”

She darted away, her sword drawn as she partakes in the killing.

Ichigo is here now, skidding around the corner as blood makes the streets slick. He catches sight of me and his jaw drops, eyes widening.

“Kenpachi!?” He asks, his sword relaxing in his hand in surprise.

“Ichigo.” We purr his name, drawing it out and tasting it like expensive wine.

“You’re a…viazard?” He asks unsurely.

“Hah! I guess you could say that.” I walk towards him, blood dripping from us and splattered the already wet ground.

He backs up, gripping his sword in his hand and drawing his hand up to his face. A mask forms on his face and I smirk. He is so adorable. But his mask doesn’t fit into the scenario I want right now. I have no interest in his inner hollow, only him. Maybe later him and I could fight, but right now I need to be inside Ichigo. Need to feel him under me.

“Hitogoroshi.” I call. He knows that this one isn’t for killing, only beating. He will take care of Zangetsu and thus the mask as well.

Ichigo can’t fight Hitogoroshi. Not with his sword, he isn’t something that can be cut, that can be dodged. He infiltrates everything.

It’s a matter of seconds before his zanpakuto is broken in half and his mask crumbles from his face. His eyes are so wide and brown, so full of emotion.

Hitogoroshi was already coming back to his unreleased form and I was stepping forward. For a moment he seemed frozen, and then he scrambled back away from me. But we were quicker and I grabbed him, slamming him against the nearest wall and pressing our body against his. So good.

“Kenpachi!” He yelled, panicked as grinned down at him. “I know you’re in there, defeat him! Don’t let him win!”

I threw my head back and laughed. “We are Kenpachi.” I growled, grabbing his shihakusho and ripping it off his body. “I am just finally letting all of my power go.”

“What are you doing!?” He yelled, hands shoving at me with confusion as I caressed his bare chest.

“Mating with you.” Isn’t it obvious? I know he is afraid, but it’s only natural for our first time. We promised ourself that we wouldn’t permanently damage him, just enough so he knows he is ours.

“Mating!?” He looks even more confused now, but realization dawns in his eyes as I press my face against his neck and lick it before sinking my teeth into his neck. He screams, his struggles only worsening the pain as I clamp down harder onto him. We love the blood that fills our mouth, purring and pressing closer to his smaller body.

I pull away from him, licking the wound lightly as my hands stray down to push at his hakama. His body trembled and his hands clenched at my shihakusho, trying to shove me away but only succeeding in bunching the fabric. My hands wander over his naked flesh, my penis rock hard at the thought of being inside of him. It’s heavy, and becoming uncomfortable, but I want to take my time, savor the sensation.

I force him to turn around and push him against the wall, his hands scramble against it for leverage, trying to move away from it. We enjoy seeing his pale expanse of back, the muscles that are tense and shuddering. But we enjoy the sight of his beautiful ass even more. I grab it and grin at the feel of it fitting perfectly in my hands. I slide my thumbs between his cheeks and part them.

He yells out again, hips pressing against the wall in an effort to escape me. I lower my hakama and almost sigh as some of the pressure against my cock is relieved. His eyes are wide as he looks over his shoulder, orange hair damp with exertion. I lean forward and nuzzle his cheek as I rub the head of my dripping penis against his entrance.

“No!” He cries desperately, eyes meeting mine in a plea. “Please…Kenpachi, not like this!”

“How do you want it then?” I grunt, gently nipping at his shoulder as I rock my hips forward so I slide between his cheeks.

“Not with you like this…” He bit his lips, wincing as the rough wall scraped against him.

“You don’t like the way I look?” I was confused, I didn’t look that different. It was still me, just white instead, and my eyes were those of a hollow’s.

“No! Well, I mean, the way you look is…” He trails off, brown furrowing as his body continues to try and shift away from mine, my hips continue their movement but I don’t enter him, not yet. “I mean…not with you in your hollow form.” He finally finishes, eyes clenching shut and gasping as I press against his entrance.

“This is my form.” I growl, “This is //our// form.” I grab his arm and throw him onto the ground next to a dead body. He instantly tries to clamber to his feet but I am already on him, forcing him back down onto his stomach and shoving his legs apart.

“Stop it!” He yells, tears filling his eyes.

I reach over to the dead body and drag my hand through the still wet blood. I grab my erection and coat it in the red fluid to help ease the penetration. Then I’m pressed against his entrance gripping his hips and forcing myself past the initial ring and shoving myself in as far as I can go.

He screams so loudly, a piercing sound that rips from his throat and reverberates around us. I am larger than him, more powerful, and we know that I hurt him. But it was necessary. The pain is vital to him knowing his place with me. But none the less, I go slowly at first, pulling out and jerking his hips towards mine. He’s wet now, and it is his blood that I am using as lubricant. He’s still crying, hands digging into the ground while he tries desperately to get used to me being inside of him.

I rubbed his soft penis, loving the way he gasped and fought against the forced pleasure. I thrust even harder, growling and grunting as his hands scratched at the ground and his back bowed. He made a gurgling sound and came, white come dripping onto the ground. He fell onto his stomach, his muscles no longer able to keep him upright. I kept my grip on his hips and continued to thrust in and out of his limp body until my groin tightened and I filled him with my essence.

I rolled him onto his back and saw that his eyes were half-lidded and relaxed. I purred in pleasure and bent over, pressing our lips together and licking at the blood where he had bitten his lip. He squirmed but didn’t pull away. As a reward I tenderly stroked his hair before lifting him into my arms.

Yachiru would be back soon and I wanted Ichigo to be at least clothed when she got back. He didn’t fight me as I slipped him into his clothes and even lifted his limbs to help me. I would have been fooled that I had broken him if it wasn’t for that fire in his eye that hadn’t even dimmed. I pulled him against me, my tongue finding the earlier bite mark I gave him and licking at the drying blood.

His body arched and he shivered. I wrapped my arms around him and grinned in pleasure as his smaller body fit against mine.

“Ichi-chan?” Yachiru’s sugary voice broke into our surprisingly calm moment. “You didn’t kill Ichi-chan, did you Shiro Ken-chan?” She spoke reproachfully, perking up when she saw Ichigo was still alive and staring at her. “Ichi-chan!” She flung herself at him and frowned slightly when he flinched and hissed as his body was jolted. “Ichi?”

“He’s fine.” I reassured her, lifting Ichigo up while she clambered onto my shoulder. “He’s just in a little pain right now.”

“Okay!”

“Kenpachi?” Ichigo woke long enough from his frozen daze to look up at me. His brows were furrowed and he clearly did not appreciate being carried. “Did you kill everyone?”

“Yeah.”

He stared up at me, unbelieving. “Why!?” He shouted. “Why would you do this!?” He hands beat frantically at my chest like a small child, eyes filling with tears. “You monster!” He cried.

I let him scream at me and hit me. He would be fine. He would get over it. He would turn to me for comfort, and I would be there for him. Aizen and the hollows would come once they learned of Seireitei’s fall, and we would crush them. Together.

Maybe I would even let him visit his friends in the real world. But for now he would stay near me and satisfy my lust, fill that hollow part of me. He was asleep now, curled up in my arms. Our earlier activities and grief had exhausted him. I took him to my quarters and set him onto the bed. Yachiru stared down at his unconscious form with a crease between her brows.

“He will stay, won’t he?” She questioned.

“We will make him stay.” I replied and sat next to him, resting my white hands on his orange strands.

“Okay, Shiro Ken-chan!”

We are satisfied now. Our mate and our child are safe and the ones here who could threaten our existence are dead.

We are happy. Full. Not hollow. Hitogoroshi purrs with happiness that he has defeated Zangetsu.

For now, that is all that matters.

LINE

I don’t know if you picked up on it, but Ichigo actually liked Kenpachi (romantically) before all of this happened. I’m planning on doing another ficlet in the Inner Hollow universe about their relationship now that Kenpachi and his inner hollow have merged. I think that Ichigo would grow to love Kenpachi still, so that’s what it will be about. I won’t write it immediately though, since it’s not a part of this two-shot.

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