Resurrection
folder
Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
5,712
Reviews:
48
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
Category:
Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
5,712
Reviews:
48
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
I don't own Bleach, or make an profit off of writing this story.
Chapter 4
Reminder: Mahou sensei is the Kido instructor. Shinai is the practice sword made of bamboo strips.
And to answer a question posed by remyjames on aff.net, Ichigo did not hook up with anybody in the real world before he died. He is way too oblivious of other peoples’ affections. =)
Resurrection: Chapter 4
Ichigo’s POV
Sometimes classes went by fast, sometimes slowly. Hand to hand combat turned out to be as much of a disappointment as I had first assumed, and it did nothing to improve my mood. Nnoitra and I were always paired together since the second day when Nnoitra “accidentally” injured another one of the students so severely he was still recovering. Foot combat was much the same, but not as bad. Kendo was moderately enjoyable, although the repetition was starting to drive me insane.
Kido was a bitch. A real bitch. Mahou sensei finally decided that I needed separate tutoring outside the classroom in order for me to better understand it. I didn’t really like that, especially when I was the only one who was being singled out. I excelled at everything else and it really irked me that kido wasn’t going smoothly. Not that I every really expected to have an easy time with it, but still.
My tutor was not someone I expected. They were specifically recommended for me by Yoruichi, but would not have done it if the devious cat woman hadn’t asked. It was a certain somebody who hates Soul Reapers and takes a lot of enjoyment out of punching people who she feels are being stupid or just plain irritate her.
Kukaku Shiba. Ganju’s older sister. The firework’s mistress from hell. Yoruichi decided that I would need somebody with a heavy hand to help me learn Kido, not to mention be able to withstand the effects of them when they- very literally- blow up in my face. I have gotten more bruises from Shiba sensei beating me up then I have in all my other classes combined.
“Not like that you idiot!” Kukaku snarled and thumped me hard on the head with her prosthetic arm. “I told you to reduce your reiatsu!”
“How am I suppose to do that!?” I yelled back, rubbing my head.
“Idiot! Do the opposite of what you do when you raise it!” She took a puff from her pipe and glared at me as though this explained everything. I was certain that there was some trick to it, but like with the orb that we used to get into Seireitei the first time, it would probably be dangerous if I learned.
I sighed and once again held my hand out in front of me, envisioning my reiatsu lessening and lessening, then condensing it into my hand. “Way of destruction, 31! Ye Lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south!” I cried and launched the red ball of energy that formed in my hand at the target. It hit perfectly, for once not destroying everything within the immediate area.
“Hah! So you finally got it, Shinigami.” I turned around at the voice with a scowl and noticed Nnoitra stepping out from the pillar he had been lurking behind, smirking at me widely. How long had he been there?
“I was wondering when you were going to show yourself.” Kukaku stated calmly, her eyes taking in Nnoitra’s tall form with only a mildly interested expression. “You are that purified arrancar?”
“Tch. Yeah.”
“How long have you been there?” I growled, crossing my arms over my chest.
“A while. Ya suck at reading reiatsu.” I glowered at him, then turned away and chose to ignore him. “Maybe someday you’ll be almost as good as me.” Nnoitra said slyly, his eyes narrowing into slits as he eyed me.
“You aren’t that much better than me!” I protested hotly, drawing the red energy into my hand again without saying the incantation, ready to take him down.
“Is that so? Shinigami!” His shifted into a defensive stance and called blue energy (1) to dance in his palm.
Third Person POV
Kukaku watched impassively as the two single handedly destroyed the training area, noting absent mindedly that Ichigo did much better when in a fighting situation. And from what she had hard about Nnoitra, he did better as well. Maybe their little tutoring session would go better if the two were here together. She gave a delicate yawn while a bush right beside her erupted in flames and she wondered what she was going to have for dinner.
Nnoitra’s POV
I enjoyed being around Kurosaki a lot more than I did the other students. When I was an arrancar I never desired the company of other’s; the hole in my chest disallowing any emotions similar to that of loneliness. But now I found myself seeking his presence, if only to relieve the dull thudding in my head accompanied by the chatter of the idiotic Shinigami-wanna-be’s surrounding me.
It wasn’t much at first, just standing near him in class and walking with him. Then I commented on something our sensei said in class, usually provoking a smothered chuckled or a snort that made me want to grin. Before I knew it we were eating lunch together, and actually having //conversations//. At first it was mostly just complaining about stuff and snide remarks directed at each other- neither of us have happy, bubbly personalities, so it suited us. We progressed into discussing classes and talking about our lives, or deaths…
I am not a nice person. I enjoy the suffering of others and do not think about the betterment of the world. I am not friendly, my relationships to others are that of master to minion, or collaborator to collaborator. But regardless of my personality (and my desire to intimidate others and make them go away) I figured out that I was…friends with Kurosaki Ichigo.
It shouldn’t have happened. I was weak to let it happen. The only reason I allowed it was because Ichigo- Kurosaki- was stronger than most, and would make a good ally or partner.
Although, I admitted to myself that it was something more than a professional relationship. I found myself enjoying sharing my thoughts and opinions with him- not just the hateful ones were I ranted about the weaklings around us, but about my intentions to become a captain and one of the strongest Shinigami. He only nodded his head, furrowing his eyebrows as he so often does, and said that it sounded like a good idea, and that anything else would be a waste of our talents anyways. Maybe having a ‘friend’ is such a bad thing.
I never acknowledged it to myself, but I knew I was somewhat relieved when Ichigo finally grasped the concept of kido. It would be a drag if he failed over such a ridiculous thing. That Shiba woman demanded that I joined their little tutoring sessions as well, which I grudgingly did. I don’t mind a woman being a teacher, just as long as she knows her place in battle. Besides, it meant more time sparring- fighting- with Kurosaki, and enjoying both of our large reiatsus crashing together, our swords screaming with the desire to cut.
We were still using shinai in our Kendo class, but we always took the time outside of class to practice our technique- not the monogamous repetition we were forced to do in class, but slashing and parrying each other as we fought. The sense of danger sent a rush of adrenaline through me that using the shinai never provided.
We never seriously injured each other, sometimes just enough that a trip to the fourth division might be necessary. If we didn’t than our fights wouldn’t mean anything. Shinigami, including myself however grudgingly, were made to fight. To kill, to slay, and maybe to occasionally help spirits pass on peacefully. That’s what we lived/died for. It’s what we are. Just as the hollows’ purpose is to eat, our purpose is to kill. For the sake of balancing out the universe, or whatever codswallop propaganda they filled the Shinigami’s minds with.
Besides, fighting is fun. Fighting with my resident Death Berry is even more fun. If I have to live in this shit hole called Soul Society I might as well make the best of it, and there is no denying that Ichigo is one of the best.
LINE
(1) Referring to way of destruction, number 33, similar to number 31 but the energy encompasses a wider area with more power. I researched to make sure I wrote it correctly, but if anyone has any corrections I eagerly accept them.
I love Kukaku’s name because it reminds me of the way the anime describes a dark chuckle “Ku ku ku…” Also, for those who didn’t know, Kukaku is missing her right arm, but in the anime it was replaced with a prosthetic arm.
And to answer a question posed by remyjames on aff.net, Ichigo did not hook up with anybody in the real world before he died. He is way too oblivious of other peoples’ affections. =)
Resurrection: Chapter 4
Ichigo’s POV
Sometimes classes went by fast, sometimes slowly. Hand to hand combat turned out to be as much of a disappointment as I had first assumed, and it did nothing to improve my mood. Nnoitra and I were always paired together since the second day when Nnoitra “accidentally” injured another one of the students so severely he was still recovering. Foot combat was much the same, but not as bad. Kendo was moderately enjoyable, although the repetition was starting to drive me insane.
Kido was a bitch. A real bitch. Mahou sensei finally decided that I needed separate tutoring outside the classroom in order for me to better understand it. I didn’t really like that, especially when I was the only one who was being singled out. I excelled at everything else and it really irked me that kido wasn’t going smoothly. Not that I every really expected to have an easy time with it, but still.
My tutor was not someone I expected. They were specifically recommended for me by Yoruichi, but would not have done it if the devious cat woman hadn’t asked. It was a certain somebody who hates Soul Reapers and takes a lot of enjoyment out of punching people who she feels are being stupid or just plain irritate her.
Kukaku Shiba. Ganju’s older sister. The firework’s mistress from hell. Yoruichi decided that I would need somebody with a heavy hand to help me learn Kido, not to mention be able to withstand the effects of them when they- very literally- blow up in my face. I have gotten more bruises from Shiba sensei beating me up then I have in all my other classes combined.
“Not like that you idiot!” Kukaku snarled and thumped me hard on the head with her prosthetic arm. “I told you to reduce your reiatsu!”
“How am I suppose to do that!?” I yelled back, rubbing my head.
“Idiot! Do the opposite of what you do when you raise it!” She took a puff from her pipe and glared at me as though this explained everything. I was certain that there was some trick to it, but like with the orb that we used to get into Seireitei the first time, it would probably be dangerous if I learned.
I sighed and once again held my hand out in front of me, envisioning my reiatsu lessening and lessening, then condensing it into my hand. “Way of destruction, 31! Ye Lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south!” I cried and launched the red ball of energy that formed in my hand at the target. It hit perfectly, for once not destroying everything within the immediate area.
“Hah! So you finally got it, Shinigami.” I turned around at the voice with a scowl and noticed Nnoitra stepping out from the pillar he had been lurking behind, smirking at me widely. How long had he been there?
“I was wondering when you were going to show yourself.” Kukaku stated calmly, her eyes taking in Nnoitra’s tall form with only a mildly interested expression. “You are that purified arrancar?”
“Tch. Yeah.”
“How long have you been there?” I growled, crossing my arms over my chest.
“A while. Ya suck at reading reiatsu.” I glowered at him, then turned away and chose to ignore him. “Maybe someday you’ll be almost as good as me.” Nnoitra said slyly, his eyes narrowing into slits as he eyed me.
“You aren’t that much better than me!” I protested hotly, drawing the red energy into my hand again without saying the incantation, ready to take him down.
“Is that so? Shinigami!” His shifted into a defensive stance and called blue energy (1) to dance in his palm.
Third Person POV
Kukaku watched impassively as the two single handedly destroyed the training area, noting absent mindedly that Ichigo did much better when in a fighting situation. And from what she had hard about Nnoitra, he did better as well. Maybe their little tutoring session would go better if the two were here together. She gave a delicate yawn while a bush right beside her erupted in flames and she wondered what she was going to have for dinner.
Nnoitra’s POV
I enjoyed being around Kurosaki a lot more than I did the other students. When I was an arrancar I never desired the company of other’s; the hole in my chest disallowing any emotions similar to that of loneliness. But now I found myself seeking his presence, if only to relieve the dull thudding in my head accompanied by the chatter of the idiotic Shinigami-wanna-be’s surrounding me.
It wasn’t much at first, just standing near him in class and walking with him. Then I commented on something our sensei said in class, usually provoking a smothered chuckled or a snort that made me want to grin. Before I knew it we were eating lunch together, and actually having //conversations//. At first it was mostly just complaining about stuff and snide remarks directed at each other- neither of us have happy, bubbly personalities, so it suited us. We progressed into discussing classes and talking about our lives, or deaths…
I am not a nice person. I enjoy the suffering of others and do not think about the betterment of the world. I am not friendly, my relationships to others are that of master to minion, or collaborator to collaborator. But regardless of my personality (and my desire to intimidate others and make them go away) I figured out that I was…friends with Kurosaki Ichigo.
It shouldn’t have happened. I was weak to let it happen. The only reason I allowed it was because Ichigo- Kurosaki- was stronger than most, and would make a good ally or partner.
Although, I admitted to myself that it was something more than a professional relationship. I found myself enjoying sharing my thoughts and opinions with him- not just the hateful ones were I ranted about the weaklings around us, but about my intentions to become a captain and one of the strongest Shinigami. He only nodded his head, furrowing his eyebrows as he so often does, and said that it sounded like a good idea, and that anything else would be a waste of our talents anyways. Maybe having a ‘friend’ is such a bad thing.
I never acknowledged it to myself, but I knew I was somewhat relieved when Ichigo finally grasped the concept of kido. It would be a drag if he failed over such a ridiculous thing. That Shiba woman demanded that I joined their little tutoring sessions as well, which I grudgingly did. I don’t mind a woman being a teacher, just as long as she knows her place in battle. Besides, it meant more time sparring- fighting- with Kurosaki, and enjoying both of our large reiatsus crashing together, our swords screaming with the desire to cut.
We were still using shinai in our Kendo class, but we always took the time outside of class to practice our technique- not the monogamous repetition we were forced to do in class, but slashing and parrying each other as we fought. The sense of danger sent a rush of adrenaline through me that using the shinai never provided.
We never seriously injured each other, sometimes just enough that a trip to the fourth division might be necessary. If we didn’t than our fights wouldn’t mean anything. Shinigami, including myself however grudgingly, were made to fight. To kill, to slay, and maybe to occasionally help spirits pass on peacefully. That’s what we lived/died for. It’s what we are. Just as the hollows’ purpose is to eat, our purpose is to kill. For the sake of balancing out the universe, or whatever codswallop propaganda they filled the Shinigami’s minds with.
Besides, fighting is fun. Fighting with my resident Death Berry is even more fun. If I have to live in this shit hole called Soul Society I might as well make the best of it, and there is no denying that Ichigo is one of the best.
LINE
(1) Referring to way of destruction, number 33, similar to number 31 but the energy encompasses a wider area with more power. I researched to make sure I wrote it correctly, but if anyone has any corrections I eagerly accept them.
I love Kukaku’s name because it reminds me of the way the anime describes a dark chuckle “Ku ku ku…” Also, for those who didn’t know, Kukaku is missing her right arm, but in the anime it was replaced with a prosthetic arm.