Death and the Strawberry
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Chapter 4
Linaan- Don’t worry, I wasn’t offended. Part of putting my writing out there is getting critique so I can better improve it so I don’t mind a bit of harsh criticism, I’m just glad that you enjoy it =)
Review Replies-Satterb: Haha, I do like evil cliffies, don’t I? I will be moving at my current pace.
Kera-Izaki: Yes, Strawberry pillow. It’s lickable, but don’t try to eat it or it will get angry :D
Kunitsu: Stark does love to cuddle his Ichi!
Lynzee: I like socks…even if they’re lame ass ones :D
Pie: Yes, I know it does sound terrible. But apparently Stark likes it that way :0
Nusku: Yes, a rock and a VERY hard place XD
MasterAkira: Haha, yeah I like Lilinette, she’s fun to write because she isn’t obedient and submissive.
Yakumo: They’re will be a lot more ‘bastard-sama’ comments, especially when Stark gets a little friendly.
Baroqueangel: Yeah, I like Hiyori as much as I like Lilinette…both of them are like the safe, non-romantic interest, fun girl that gets to kick their ‘superior’s’ asses :D
Beta'd by d3m0nang3l1106- thanks!!!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 4
Ichigo’s POV
Thirty minutes seemed to drag on for an infinite amount of time. I was still pinned partially under Stark and was currently being drooled on and cuddled. I would never live this down if any of the other arrancar saw. Not that I cared. But still, my pride stung a little bit when he easily held me against him, even in his sleep.
When the designated time was finally up, I breathed a large sigh of relief and got to work trying to wake the bastard, which was unfortunately easier said than done. “Oi, bastard-sama, it’s time to get up.” I nudged Stark lightly at first but there was no response. “Get the fuck up!” He mumbled something and gripped me tighter until I almost gave a squeak- a manly one, of course. Turning in his hold, I slammed my elbow against his nose, grinning when Stark cursed and finally released me. “It’s been thirty minutes, let’s go already.”
He yawned and stretched, allowing me to get up at last. I growled in irritation as I tugged on my now wrinkled clothing. I saw Stark watching me from the corner of his eye and glared. “What?”
He shrugged and let out a long sigh before gracefully standing. “I was just wondering if that attitude of yours is intentionally constructed to turn people away from you.”
What…I frowned as I thought over what he just said. “Tch, it hasn’t kept a bastard like you away, bastard-sama.”
“Hm.” That was Stark’s only response. Asshole.
We checked in with Aizen-sama before we left, letting him know that we were, in fact, going on the mission (I did all the talking, Stark just stood there yawning.)
The first day wasn’t so bad. We didn’t sonido anywhere so that we wouldn’t waste our energy. We just walked and walked. Not saying much, but neither of us seemed to mind. He slowed his pace to match mine, which might have been considerate, or it could have been that he was being lazy once more. We traveled light. No food or water, just a sleeping bag to cushion the ground for when we stopped to sleep.
So far, there was no sign of a Vasto Lorde, but that was expected. From the information that we had on them, they aren’t the type to broadcast their presence.
“Why are you scowling?” I jerked as I was startled out of my reverie and frowned over at Stark, who was staring at me with a bored expression.
“’m not scowling, this is how my face is.”
“Hm.” Stark leaned over and poked me on my brow, dragging his fingers down to the tip of my nose.
“Oi!” I slapped his hand away, glaring at him. “This isn’t a petting zoo!”
“You’re doing it again.” Stark stated and poked me again.
“Fuck off.” I said grouchily and turned away from him, continuing to walk.
Third Person POV
Unbeknownst to Ichigo, Stark was taking the opportunity to stare at the cute little fifteenth arrancar’s ass. Heh, the orange haired arrancar was even more attractive when he was angry. Hm…Stark continued to watch as Ichigo almost unnoticeably swung his hips from side to side.
Ichigo stopped and glared over his shoulder at the first espada. “Stop staring at my ass.”
“Hm.” Stark didn’t even bother looking ashamed, that took too much energy.
Ichigo’s brown eyes flared and he whirled around, jabbing his finger at Stark’s chest. “Listen bastard-sama, I am sick and tired of you and all the other male espada looking at me like I’m a piece of meat. I am not here for your pleasure, or to be eye candy. So stop fucking STARING!”
Stark blinked as Ichigo finished his rant. The orange haired arrancar breathed heavily for a few moments before realizing how close they were. A slight grin slowly spread across Stark’s face. “If you wanted to touch me, all you had to do was ask.” Stark said in his deep, rumbling voice, his grey eyes glinting in pleasure when Ichigo blushed and jerked back his hand.
“As if, now let’s go.” Ichigo turned once more and began stomping off before pausing mid – step. “I said, stop staring at my ass!” Stark only smirked and jammed his hands in his pockets before leisurely following the orange haired arrancar…and staring at his ass.
That was pretty much how all of their ‘conversations’ went. Ichigo yelling and Stark just watching him with amusement while enjoying the view, making Ichigo even angrier. If Stark wasn’t the first espada, Ichigo would have long since killed him for looking at him like that. At least he kept his hands to himself, unlike many of the other espada *coughGRIMMJOWcough*.
When night came, or rather, enough time had passed that Ichigo was tired and his biological clock said it was time to sleep; they rolled out their sleeping bags and lay down. Stark told Ichigo that there was no use keeping watch, they would sense anything coming from miles away.
The fifteenth espada sighed as he slid into his sleeping bag, a soft grin on his face at the simple pleasure of being able to rest and sleep. Stark watched from where he was splayed out on top of his sleeping bag, his fingers laced behind his head. Neither of them said anything and before long, Ichigo’s breathing slowed and evened. Stark continued to just look at him, trying to figure out exactly what it was that he felt- thought about the other arrancar.
He was attractive, certainly, but Stark could not remember the last time that beauty became an interest for him. Perhaps it was that brash temper that seemed to light a fire in those brown eyes. Feeling is rare amongst arrancar and nonexistent amongst hollows. But Ichigo really did seem to feel. There were rumors about him passed around, mostly about him being Aizen’s favorite, but they talked about him concerning other things, too. Like his lithe body and beautiful face. What had really grabbed Stark’s attention though, was when one of them commented on how much Ichigo loved his mother.
Family members dying together, as well as turning into hollows together, was almost unheard of. Stark knew that Szayel had a brother, but the pink haired scientist held no affection, or feelings for that matter, for him. Ichigo, however, held onto his love for his mother, even when their emotions were stripped from them and they became empty.
Yes, Ichigo Kurosaki was an enigma, and Stark was bored. Perhaps finding out what exactly made him so special would pass the time as they searched for the Vasto Lorde.
Ichigo hated waking up when he knew he had to do something. He also disliked sleeping in an unfamiliar environment because he always felt panicked when he couldn’t figure out where he was when his mind was still sleepy. But waking up this way…was far more jolting and slightly scary than all of that.
At first it was just the normal ‘where am I? Oh, right…’ But when Ichigo tried to move, he found he couldn’t because something was latched onto him and pressed against his back, preventing all movement. Squirming frantically and letting his reiatsu flare, he was even more startled when he was shoved on his back with Stark looming over him, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Get off of me!” Ichigo continued to writhe and kick and do anything to get free, but his sleeping bag stopped most of his movement.
“I suggest you stop moving.”
Ichigo did as he said for a second out of confusion and then his eyes widened. “Stark?”
“Yeah?”
“Is that your zanpakuto?”
“Nope.”
“Get the fuck off of me, you fucking pervert!!!” Ichigo yelled.
Stark yawned loudly and shifted his hips slightly. “It would only be polite for you to take care of it since you are the one who caused it.”
“Don’t blame that on me!” Ichigo glared at him, trying to keep from squirming and therefore rubbing against ‘that.’
“It’s a natural reaction.”
“Like hell it is. Stop moving!”
Frowning in disappointment, Stark released Ichigo and slid off of him. “Very well.” Ichigo untangled himself from his sleeping bag and tried not to blush or stare at the large tent in Stark’s trousers.
He also tried to ignore his own cock, which decided to take interest as well. He hid it by kneeling down to roll up his sleeping bag and imagined Yammy in a tutu. Yep, that did it.
LINE
So far just physical stuff between them. Due to everyone’s overwhelming support of keeping up my current pace, I will continue to update more frequently with shorter chapter- the same length as I have been writing. Thank you for everybody’s opinion!!!
Please review :D
Review Replies-Satterb: Haha, I do like evil cliffies, don’t I? I will be moving at my current pace.
Kera-Izaki: Yes, Strawberry pillow. It’s lickable, but don’t try to eat it or it will get angry :D
Kunitsu: Stark does love to cuddle his Ichi!
Lynzee: I like socks…even if they’re lame ass ones :D
Pie: Yes, I know it does sound terrible. But apparently Stark likes it that way :0
Nusku: Yes, a rock and a VERY hard place XD
MasterAkira: Haha, yeah I like Lilinette, she’s fun to write because she isn’t obedient and submissive.
Yakumo: They’re will be a lot more ‘bastard-sama’ comments, especially when Stark gets a little friendly.
Baroqueangel: Yeah, I like Hiyori as much as I like Lilinette…both of them are like the safe, non-romantic interest, fun girl that gets to kick their ‘superior’s’ asses :D
Beta'd by d3m0nang3l1106- thanks!!!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 4
Ichigo’s POV
Thirty minutes seemed to drag on for an infinite amount of time. I was still pinned partially under Stark and was currently being drooled on and cuddled. I would never live this down if any of the other arrancar saw. Not that I cared. But still, my pride stung a little bit when he easily held me against him, even in his sleep.
When the designated time was finally up, I breathed a large sigh of relief and got to work trying to wake the bastard, which was unfortunately easier said than done. “Oi, bastard-sama, it’s time to get up.” I nudged Stark lightly at first but there was no response. “Get the fuck up!” He mumbled something and gripped me tighter until I almost gave a squeak- a manly one, of course. Turning in his hold, I slammed my elbow against his nose, grinning when Stark cursed and finally released me. “It’s been thirty minutes, let’s go already.”
He yawned and stretched, allowing me to get up at last. I growled in irritation as I tugged on my now wrinkled clothing. I saw Stark watching me from the corner of his eye and glared. “What?”
He shrugged and let out a long sigh before gracefully standing. “I was just wondering if that attitude of yours is intentionally constructed to turn people away from you.”
What…I frowned as I thought over what he just said. “Tch, it hasn’t kept a bastard like you away, bastard-sama.”
“Hm.” That was Stark’s only response. Asshole.
We checked in with Aizen-sama before we left, letting him know that we were, in fact, going on the mission (I did all the talking, Stark just stood there yawning.)
The first day wasn’t so bad. We didn’t sonido anywhere so that we wouldn’t waste our energy. We just walked and walked. Not saying much, but neither of us seemed to mind. He slowed his pace to match mine, which might have been considerate, or it could have been that he was being lazy once more. We traveled light. No food or water, just a sleeping bag to cushion the ground for when we stopped to sleep.
So far, there was no sign of a Vasto Lorde, but that was expected. From the information that we had on them, they aren’t the type to broadcast their presence.
“Why are you scowling?” I jerked as I was startled out of my reverie and frowned over at Stark, who was staring at me with a bored expression.
“’m not scowling, this is how my face is.”
“Hm.” Stark leaned over and poked me on my brow, dragging his fingers down to the tip of my nose.
“Oi!” I slapped his hand away, glaring at him. “This isn’t a petting zoo!”
“You’re doing it again.” Stark stated and poked me again.
“Fuck off.” I said grouchily and turned away from him, continuing to walk.
Third Person POV
Unbeknownst to Ichigo, Stark was taking the opportunity to stare at the cute little fifteenth arrancar’s ass. Heh, the orange haired arrancar was even more attractive when he was angry. Hm…Stark continued to watch as Ichigo almost unnoticeably swung his hips from side to side.
Ichigo stopped and glared over his shoulder at the first espada. “Stop staring at my ass.”
“Hm.” Stark didn’t even bother looking ashamed, that took too much energy.
Ichigo’s brown eyes flared and he whirled around, jabbing his finger at Stark’s chest. “Listen bastard-sama, I am sick and tired of you and all the other male espada looking at me like I’m a piece of meat. I am not here for your pleasure, or to be eye candy. So stop fucking STARING!”
Stark blinked as Ichigo finished his rant. The orange haired arrancar breathed heavily for a few moments before realizing how close they were. A slight grin slowly spread across Stark’s face. “If you wanted to touch me, all you had to do was ask.” Stark said in his deep, rumbling voice, his grey eyes glinting in pleasure when Ichigo blushed and jerked back his hand.
“As if, now let’s go.” Ichigo turned once more and began stomping off before pausing mid – step. “I said, stop staring at my ass!” Stark only smirked and jammed his hands in his pockets before leisurely following the orange haired arrancar…and staring at his ass.
That was pretty much how all of their ‘conversations’ went. Ichigo yelling and Stark just watching him with amusement while enjoying the view, making Ichigo even angrier. If Stark wasn’t the first espada, Ichigo would have long since killed him for looking at him like that. At least he kept his hands to himself, unlike many of the other espada *coughGRIMMJOWcough*.
When night came, or rather, enough time had passed that Ichigo was tired and his biological clock said it was time to sleep; they rolled out their sleeping bags and lay down. Stark told Ichigo that there was no use keeping watch, they would sense anything coming from miles away.
The fifteenth espada sighed as he slid into his sleeping bag, a soft grin on his face at the simple pleasure of being able to rest and sleep. Stark watched from where he was splayed out on top of his sleeping bag, his fingers laced behind his head. Neither of them said anything and before long, Ichigo’s breathing slowed and evened. Stark continued to just look at him, trying to figure out exactly what it was that he felt- thought about the other arrancar.
He was attractive, certainly, but Stark could not remember the last time that beauty became an interest for him. Perhaps it was that brash temper that seemed to light a fire in those brown eyes. Feeling is rare amongst arrancar and nonexistent amongst hollows. But Ichigo really did seem to feel. There were rumors about him passed around, mostly about him being Aizen’s favorite, but they talked about him concerning other things, too. Like his lithe body and beautiful face. What had really grabbed Stark’s attention though, was when one of them commented on how much Ichigo loved his mother.
Family members dying together, as well as turning into hollows together, was almost unheard of. Stark knew that Szayel had a brother, but the pink haired scientist held no affection, or feelings for that matter, for him. Ichigo, however, held onto his love for his mother, even when their emotions were stripped from them and they became empty.
Yes, Ichigo Kurosaki was an enigma, and Stark was bored. Perhaps finding out what exactly made him so special would pass the time as they searched for the Vasto Lorde.
Ichigo hated waking up when he knew he had to do something. He also disliked sleeping in an unfamiliar environment because he always felt panicked when he couldn’t figure out where he was when his mind was still sleepy. But waking up this way…was far more jolting and slightly scary than all of that.
At first it was just the normal ‘where am I? Oh, right…’ But when Ichigo tried to move, he found he couldn’t because something was latched onto him and pressed against his back, preventing all movement. Squirming frantically and letting his reiatsu flare, he was even more startled when he was shoved on his back with Stark looming over him, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Get off of me!” Ichigo continued to writhe and kick and do anything to get free, but his sleeping bag stopped most of his movement.
“I suggest you stop moving.”
Ichigo did as he said for a second out of confusion and then his eyes widened. “Stark?”
“Yeah?”
“Is that your zanpakuto?”
“Nope.”
“Get the fuck off of me, you fucking pervert!!!” Ichigo yelled.
Stark yawned loudly and shifted his hips slightly. “It would only be polite for you to take care of it since you are the one who caused it.”
“Don’t blame that on me!” Ichigo glared at him, trying to keep from squirming and therefore rubbing against ‘that.’
“It’s a natural reaction.”
“Like hell it is. Stop moving!”
Frowning in disappointment, Stark released Ichigo and slid off of him. “Very well.” Ichigo untangled himself from his sleeping bag and tried not to blush or stare at the large tent in Stark’s trousers.
He also tried to ignore his own cock, which decided to take interest as well. He hid it by kneeling down to roll up his sleeping bag and imagined Yammy in a tutu. Yep, that did it.
LINE
So far just physical stuff between them. Due to everyone’s overwhelming support of keeping up my current pace, I will continue to update more frequently with shorter chapter- the same length as I have been writing. Thank you for everybody’s opinion!!!
Please review :D