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Never Fade Away
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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17
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Chapter 4
P.S: Thank you to pantaloon on adult fan fiction for finding some mistakes in this chapter. Thank you for reviewing!!!
Chapter 4
Kenpachi picked Ichigo up with the same bike he did the day before minus the pink haired ball of energy. His friends stared as the large man tossed him a helmet like this was a natural occurrence. Even Rukia elbowed him in the side and sent him a questioning look although she knew him.
His friend Orhime Inoue giggled over it and declared that she was “so happy that Ichigo found a boyfriend.” Kenpachi had a good laugh over that while Ichigo stammered his denial. Rukia didn’t help at all; in fact she started to giggle with Orhime and egged the situation on.
The girls cooed as Ichigo got behind Kenpachi and wrapped his arms around him while his friend Keigo exclaimed that Ichigo was replacing them and Chad just looked on. Ichigo was very relieved when they pulled away from the school and his freaky friends.
Kenpachi waited outside while Ichigo ran upstairs to change and grab a jacket. His father was luckily in the clinic so Ichigo didn’t have to deal with him. Back by the bike Kenpachi couldn’t wait for another chance to rib him.
“Ready now, Strawberry?”
“Don’t call me Strawberry!”
“Come on Strawberry, would you rather I call you Ichi-berry or Ichi-Chan?” Kenpachi was grinning down at him with his arms crossed and leaning against the bike.
“You could call me Ichigo!”
“What fun is there in that?”
“Do you want me to call you Ken-Chan?!”
That made Kenpachi laugh.
“I’m not feminine so you can’t use that.”
“Are you saying that I am!?”
“Of course you are Ichigo-Chan.”
“I think I prefer Strawberry”
“Well Strawberry, your chariot awaits.” Kenpachi handed Ichigo the helmet while Ichigo fumed
“But I definitely prefer Ichigo!”
“Hop on Strawberry.” Ichigo sighed and swung his leg over behind Kenpachi Maybe he should just resign himself to his fate.
20 minutes and a freaked out Ichigo later they arrived at Seretei and got off the bike. Kenpachi ran his eyes over Ichigo’s body with a smirk, making Ichigo feel very uncomfortable.
“What?” Ichigo asked, furrowing his eyebrows like usual.
“What size jacket do you wear?”
“Medium, why?”
Kenpachi gave him a shark’s grin in response, “No reason, Strawberry.”
Kenpachi got his sword while Ichigo pulled his sword from the room they stored their chosen weapons in. Not a lot of weapons were in there, most Shinigami chose to keep their weapons with them, but Ichigo didn’t have that option. If he lived here, then maybe. Ichigo was still uncertain about that.
Kenpachi went out to the fighting area and paused for a second. Ichigo was wearing a loose pair of black pants that rode low on his hips and a tan muscle shirt He had stretched his arms above his head revealing a line of flesh and his sleek hard muscles.
Moving his eyes purposefully away, Kenpachi strode over and told Ichigo to get into his stance.
“We’re going to go a little further, today.” Kenpachi said, “You know how you can manipulate your reiatsu?” Ichigo nodded, “Well Shinigami run their reiatsu into their weapon to make it more powerful and easier to kill hollows.”
Ichigo looked dubiously at his weapon, “Run my reiatsu into the sword?” Kenpachi nodded, “Anything else you can tell me?”
“If your reiatsu isn’t strong enough or powerful enough then another Shinigami’s weapon can break your sword.”
“How come mine wasn’t broken by yours?”
“I normally pull my reiatsu back so fights aren’t over too quickly; I just pulled it out of my sword completely so I wouldn’t break yours until you could do it as well. My pulling back my reiatsu from my sword is why it doesn’t have a name.”
“A name?”
“Yeah, you usually name your weapons once you get used to it.”
Ichigo looked at Kenpachi curiously,” But you didn’t name yours.” He made it a statement.
Chuckling, Kenpachi answered, “I’m not what you would call a sentimental guy and the Shinigami gave up on trying to get me to name it.”
Raising his sword, Ichigo contemplated it and then glanced back to Kenpachi. With a sigh he focused on his reiatsu, then formed it in his mind’s eye like he was about to shoot it, but instead imagined it running through his sword. At first he felt a slight pressure in the back of his skull, but it lessened and he felt it moving to the sword.
Opening his eyes that he didn’t know he had closed, Ichigo looked down at his sword and eyed it. It didn’t look any different, but Ichigo could sense a difference about it. He grinned at Kenpachi.
“Good! Remember to keep it nice and sharp, don’t flag with it or you’ll get killed.”
And then Ichigo felt it. Kenpachi was running his reiatsu into his own sword and Ichigo had to concentrate on not stumbling back. How much reiatsu did this guy have? It was overpowering and Ichigo couldn’t help but feel slightly uncertain about whether his own sword could stand up to that power.
Feeling his confidence waver, Ichigo hardened his resolve and pushed more of his reiatsu into the sword. Kenpachi grinned at the rise in power and attacked. They slashed at each other and parried and dodged the blows. In the end Ichigo was covered in his own blood from wounds that were only partially healed.
It frustrated Ichigo that no matter how hard he hit Kenpachi, he couldn’t even make the smallest scratch on him. In a short lull in their fighting when Ichigo was panting and Kenpachi was looking on, he managed to get at a question, “If you can’t be cut, how did you get that scar over your eye and across your chest?”
“Hah! It’s interesting that you remembered the scar on my chest! I wasn’t always like this; I came into my powers just like you.
Ichigo eyed him as he got his breath back, “How old are you, Kenpachi?”
“Why so curious, Ichi-berry?” He laughed at Ichigo’s expression, “I’m 25.”
“You’re 25?” Ichigo’s jaw dropped open slightly, “You don’t look 25…”Ichigo’s voice trailed off as he eyed Kenpachi scrutinizing, thinking about it, he had only assumed that Kenpachi was older because of his height, but even Kenpachi’s from wasn’t enormous.
Kenpachi was very amused over Ichigo’s reaction. The kid was so cute when he was confused. Kenpachi didn’t even view Yachiru as ‘cute,’ but Ichigo was definitely that. He would do well as his and Yachiru’s partner. He already asked Byakuya if that was possible and he had said he would consider it. Kenpachi lunged forward with a strike and so the fight began again. Already Kenpachi was able to hold back less, very good.
It was almost seven when they finally called it quits Ichigo was glad he brought a spare pair of clothes with him because his sister would have freaked out at the sight of dried blood. All Ichigo wanted to do was to eat and fall into bed, but he had to shower and change before he even started on his way home. Kenpachi let him use his own personal shower which Ichigo was grateful for.
He had to go through Kenpachi’s room to get to the shower and he was pleasantly surprised to discover that the room was nicely decorated. There wasn’t much furniture in the room, just a large king size canopy bed made of mahogany wood and red and black sheets. There was an armoire in the corner and a large black leather couch for seating, but that was all there was. Ichigo thought it suited Kenpachi.
As Ichigo hopped in the shower Yachiru came into Kenpachi’s room with a flying leap. She smiled brightly at Kenpachi and yammered on; she heard something in the bathroom and turned curiously towards it. “Who is that Ken-Chan?”
“Strawberry.”
“Ah! Ken-Chan’s Strawberry is here!”
Ichigo came out of the bathroom with only a pair of pants on and towel drying his hair. He was quickly pounced on by Yachiru and was forced to drop the towel to grab her. Kenpachi chuckled at the picture it made of this small pink haired girl clinging to a tall, well muscled, young man with no shirt and moist skin…Kenpachi’s thoughts seemed to be getting off track.
Right now Yachiru was clinging onto Ichigo like she was a small child and Ichigo was holding her like someone would a toddler. Kenpachi’s like for him grew when he saw that Ichigo wasn’t looking at her with bored detachment or distaste but genuine amusement. The funny thing was that Yachiru was actually 22 years old although she looked and acted like she was a 9 year old.
After Yachiru finally detaching herself from him, Ichigo finished drying his hair and dressing. He looked exhausted and ready to go home.
“You want to get something to eat on the way back Ichi?”
“Can’t you just stick with one nickname?” Ichigo said warily.
“I can, but I won’t.” Kenpachi replied.
With a sigh, Ichigo continued, “And thanks for the offer but I’m just going to eat at home.”
“Alright, Strawberry, you can go home to your comfy bed and sleep.”
Ichigo sighed, he wished there was a way to just teleport himself home, it seemed like too much effort to ride the bike home. He dragged himself downstairs and had to put a lot of effort into getting onto the bike. He was so tired and achy that he wasn’t even embarrassed that he was resting his head against Kenpachi’s back.
As they rode back to Ichigo’s house, Kenpachi contemplated his relationship with the Strawberry. Kenpachi didn’t like people, Yachiru being the only exception. He liked fighting people and killing them on occasion, but he didn’t like them. There were a few Shinigami’s presence that he tolerated but he didn’t have any friendly relationships with them as he had now with Ichigo.
He had only met the brat a few days ago, but he had already grown on him. Maybe it was his fighting skills or the fire in his eyes that said 'fuck you' to the world, but either way Kenpachi liked him. That didn’t mean that Kenpachi felt bad about hurting him or wanting to fight him seriously.
They pulled into Ichigo’s driveway and Ichigo got off. “I’m going to pick you up at school at the same time tomorrow.”
Ichigo groaned, “Do we have to fight tomorrow, I feel like I got run over by a truck.”
“You’ll feel better tomorrow; you’ll also get assigned your partner or partners tomorrow.”
“Okay… thanks again.”
“No problem, Strawberry.”
Ichigo forced himself to eat the food Yuzu left sitting out for him and then dragged himself up the stairs. He told his dad he was home and collapsed onto the bed after undressing. His body was already feeling better, but he was still so tired. He had never used his reiatsu as constantly as he had today, hopefully tomorrow it would be easier.
Another chapter! And please review, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Chapter 4
Kenpachi picked Ichigo up with the same bike he did the day before minus the pink haired ball of energy. His friends stared as the large man tossed him a helmet like this was a natural occurrence. Even Rukia elbowed him in the side and sent him a questioning look although she knew him.
His friend Orhime Inoue giggled over it and declared that she was “so happy that Ichigo found a boyfriend.” Kenpachi had a good laugh over that while Ichigo stammered his denial. Rukia didn’t help at all; in fact she started to giggle with Orhime and egged the situation on.
The girls cooed as Ichigo got behind Kenpachi and wrapped his arms around him while his friend Keigo exclaimed that Ichigo was replacing them and Chad just looked on. Ichigo was very relieved when they pulled away from the school and his freaky friends.
Kenpachi waited outside while Ichigo ran upstairs to change and grab a jacket. His father was luckily in the clinic so Ichigo didn’t have to deal with him. Back by the bike Kenpachi couldn’t wait for another chance to rib him.
“Ready now, Strawberry?”
“Don’t call me Strawberry!”
“Come on Strawberry, would you rather I call you Ichi-berry or Ichi-Chan?” Kenpachi was grinning down at him with his arms crossed and leaning against the bike.
“You could call me Ichigo!”
“What fun is there in that?”
“Do you want me to call you Ken-Chan?!”
That made Kenpachi laugh.
“I’m not feminine so you can’t use that.”
“Are you saying that I am!?”
“Of course you are Ichigo-Chan.”
“I think I prefer Strawberry”
“Well Strawberry, your chariot awaits.” Kenpachi handed Ichigo the helmet while Ichigo fumed
“But I definitely prefer Ichigo!”
“Hop on Strawberry.” Ichigo sighed and swung his leg over behind Kenpachi Maybe he should just resign himself to his fate.
20 minutes and a freaked out Ichigo later they arrived at Seretei and got off the bike. Kenpachi ran his eyes over Ichigo’s body with a smirk, making Ichigo feel very uncomfortable.
“What?” Ichigo asked, furrowing his eyebrows like usual.
“What size jacket do you wear?”
“Medium, why?”
Kenpachi gave him a shark’s grin in response, “No reason, Strawberry.”
Kenpachi got his sword while Ichigo pulled his sword from the room they stored their chosen weapons in. Not a lot of weapons were in there, most Shinigami chose to keep their weapons with them, but Ichigo didn’t have that option. If he lived here, then maybe. Ichigo was still uncertain about that.
Kenpachi went out to the fighting area and paused for a second. Ichigo was wearing a loose pair of black pants that rode low on his hips and a tan muscle shirt He had stretched his arms above his head revealing a line of flesh and his sleek hard muscles.
Moving his eyes purposefully away, Kenpachi strode over and told Ichigo to get into his stance.
“We’re going to go a little further, today.” Kenpachi said, “You know how you can manipulate your reiatsu?” Ichigo nodded, “Well Shinigami run their reiatsu into their weapon to make it more powerful and easier to kill hollows.”
Ichigo looked dubiously at his weapon, “Run my reiatsu into the sword?” Kenpachi nodded, “Anything else you can tell me?”
“If your reiatsu isn’t strong enough or powerful enough then another Shinigami’s weapon can break your sword.”
“How come mine wasn’t broken by yours?”
“I normally pull my reiatsu back so fights aren’t over too quickly; I just pulled it out of my sword completely so I wouldn’t break yours until you could do it as well. My pulling back my reiatsu from my sword is why it doesn’t have a name.”
“A name?”
“Yeah, you usually name your weapons once you get used to it.”
Ichigo looked at Kenpachi curiously,” But you didn’t name yours.” He made it a statement.
Chuckling, Kenpachi answered, “I’m not what you would call a sentimental guy and the Shinigami gave up on trying to get me to name it.”
Raising his sword, Ichigo contemplated it and then glanced back to Kenpachi. With a sigh he focused on his reiatsu, then formed it in his mind’s eye like he was about to shoot it, but instead imagined it running through his sword. At first he felt a slight pressure in the back of his skull, but it lessened and he felt it moving to the sword.
Opening his eyes that he didn’t know he had closed, Ichigo looked down at his sword and eyed it. It didn’t look any different, but Ichigo could sense a difference about it. He grinned at Kenpachi.
“Good! Remember to keep it nice and sharp, don’t flag with it or you’ll get killed.”
And then Ichigo felt it. Kenpachi was running his reiatsu into his own sword and Ichigo had to concentrate on not stumbling back. How much reiatsu did this guy have? It was overpowering and Ichigo couldn’t help but feel slightly uncertain about whether his own sword could stand up to that power.
Feeling his confidence waver, Ichigo hardened his resolve and pushed more of his reiatsu into the sword. Kenpachi grinned at the rise in power and attacked. They slashed at each other and parried and dodged the blows. In the end Ichigo was covered in his own blood from wounds that were only partially healed.
It frustrated Ichigo that no matter how hard he hit Kenpachi, he couldn’t even make the smallest scratch on him. In a short lull in their fighting when Ichigo was panting and Kenpachi was looking on, he managed to get at a question, “If you can’t be cut, how did you get that scar over your eye and across your chest?”
“Hah! It’s interesting that you remembered the scar on my chest! I wasn’t always like this; I came into my powers just like you.
Ichigo eyed him as he got his breath back, “How old are you, Kenpachi?”
“Why so curious, Ichi-berry?” He laughed at Ichigo’s expression, “I’m 25.”
“You’re 25?” Ichigo’s jaw dropped open slightly, “You don’t look 25…”Ichigo’s voice trailed off as he eyed Kenpachi scrutinizing, thinking about it, he had only assumed that Kenpachi was older because of his height, but even Kenpachi’s from wasn’t enormous.
Kenpachi was very amused over Ichigo’s reaction. The kid was so cute when he was confused. Kenpachi didn’t even view Yachiru as ‘cute,’ but Ichigo was definitely that. He would do well as his and Yachiru’s partner. He already asked Byakuya if that was possible and he had said he would consider it. Kenpachi lunged forward with a strike and so the fight began again. Already Kenpachi was able to hold back less, very good.
It was almost seven when they finally called it quits Ichigo was glad he brought a spare pair of clothes with him because his sister would have freaked out at the sight of dried blood. All Ichigo wanted to do was to eat and fall into bed, but he had to shower and change before he even started on his way home. Kenpachi let him use his own personal shower which Ichigo was grateful for.
He had to go through Kenpachi’s room to get to the shower and he was pleasantly surprised to discover that the room was nicely decorated. There wasn’t much furniture in the room, just a large king size canopy bed made of mahogany wood and red and black sheets. There was an armoire in the corner and a large black leather couch for seating, but that was all there was. Ichigo thought it suited Kenpachi.
As Ichigo hopped in the shower Yachiru came into Kenpachi’s room with a flying leap. She smiled brightly at Kenpachi and yammered on; she heard something in the bathroom and turned curiously towards it. “Who is that Ken-Chan?”
“Strawberry.”
“Ah! Ken-Chan’s Strawberry is here!”
Ichigo came out of the bathroom with only a pair of pants on and towel drying his hair. He was quickly pounced on by Yachiru and was forced to drop the towel to grab her. Kenpachi chuckled at the picture it made of this small pink haired girl clinging to a tall, well muscled, young man with no shirt and moist skin…Kenpachi’s thoughts seemed to be getting off track.
Right now Yachiru was clinging onto Ichigo like she was a small child and Ichigo was holding her like someone would a toddler. Kenpachi’s like for him grew when he saw that Ichigo wasn’t looking at her with bored detachment or distaste but genuine amusement. The funny thing was that Yachiru was actually 22 years old although she looked and acted like she was a 9 year old.
After Yachiru finally detaching herself from him, Ichigo finished drying his hair and dressing. He looked exhausted and ready to go home.
“You want to get something to eat on the way back Ichi?”
“Can’t you just stick with one nickname?” Ichigo said warily.
“I can, but I won’t.” Kenpachi replied.
With a sigh, Ichigo continued, “And thanks for the offer but I’m just going to eat at home.”
“Alright, Strawberry, you can go home to your comfy bed and sleep.”
Ichigo sighed, he wished there was a way to just teleport himself home, it seemed like too much effort to ride the bike home. He dragged himself downstairs and had to put a lot of effort into getting onto the bike. He was so tired and achy that he wasn’t even embarrassed that he was resting his head against Kenpachi’s back.
As they rode back to Ichigo’s house, Kenpachi contemplated his relationship with the Strawberry. Kenpachi didn’t like people, Yachiru being the only exception. He liked fighting people and killing them on occasion, but he didn’t like them. There were a few Shinigami’s presence that he tolerated but he didn’t have any friendly relationships with them as he had now with Ichigo.
He had only met the brat a few days ago, but he had already grown on him. Maybe it was his fighting skills or the fire in his eyes that said 'fuck you' to the world, but either way Kenpachi liked him. That didn’t mean that Kenpachi felt bad about hurting him or wanting to fight him seriously.
They pulled into Ichigo’s driveway and Ichigo got off. “I’m going to pick you up at school at the same time tomorrow.”
Ichigo groaned, “Do we have to fight tomorrow, I feel like I got run over by a truck.”
“You’ll feel better tomorrow; you’ll also get assigned your partner or partners tomorrow.”
“Okay… thanks again.”
“No problem, Strawberry.”
Ichigo forced himself to eat the food Yuzu left sitting out for him and then dragged himself up the stairs. He told his dad he was home and collapsed onto the bed after undressing. His body was already feeling better, but he was still so tired. He had never used his reiatsu as constantly as he had today, hopefully tomorrow it would be easier.
Another chapter! And please review, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.