Death and the Strawberry
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Chapter 7
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Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 7
While the Shinigami prepared for battle, Aizen and the arrancar did as well. Aizen’s plan to create the King’s key didn’t bother him. But for some reason Ichigo couldn’t pin down, the orange haired espada felt…nervous about destroying Karakura town. Maybe nervous wasn’t the right word, the thought of it made his gut twist and his hollow hole throb painfully.
He tried to keep it from his boyfriend…or whatever their relationship dictated, but Ichigo knew that Stark, more than anybody, could tell how his hand twitched whenever Aizen discussed the plan. Stark didn’t say anything about it at first, just watched him closely for clues as to why he was anxious.
They were sitting in Stark’s room when he finally brought it up. Or, to be more accurate, Ichigo was sitting and reading with Stark’s head in his lap. “Ichigo.”
“Hmm?”
“What do you think about the destruction of Karakura?”
Ichigo stopped reading, staring at the words without reading them for a moment before setting the book aside. “I agree with anything Aizen-sama does.”
“That’s not what I asked.” Stark growled in irritation, biting down on the thigh he was resting on and receiving a high pitched yelp from Ichigo. “What do you think about it?”
Tugging on a brunette strand in retribution, Ichigo quickly turned it into a caress as he threaded his fingers through the wavy hair. “I don’t mind the destruction of Karakura, but…” He trailed off with a sigh.
“Your family lives there, do they not?”
“Yeah…but they’re alive and I’m dead, it shouldn’t matter!”
“But it does.” Stark shifted so that he was sitting and tugged Ichigo into his embrace. “I can’t say that I understand your feelings for your family, but I know you love your mother. Is it possible that you still hold the same emotions for your family?” He murmured into Ichigo’s ear, all the while stroking his back in long, soothing gestures and trying hard to keep it non-sexual.
“I love my mother…but my father and my sisters are so far away from me now, and I am no longer the boy who was a part of that family. I don’t understand.”
Stark was silent for a moment as his hands ghosted up to the collar of Ichigo’s kimono and tugged it down, exposing more of his shoulder. “You don’t have to understand, emotions aren’t really meant to be understood. It is just something you feel. If you could explain them then they would be thoughts, not feelings.”
Ichigo hummed under his breath in agreement and tipped his head to the side, allowing Stark to place long, wet kisses on his neck. “Do you feel things, Stark?”
Stark paused his actions for a moment and simply breathed against Ichigo’s neck. “I…feel. Maybe it’s emotion, or maybe instinct, but whenever I am with you, my body and mind longs to touch you. Whenever we are apart, I am on edge and need to find you, to taste you, to have you.” He punctuated his words with kisses and bites that made Ichigo inhale sharply and arch into his touch. “You make me feel, in ways I have never realized existed.”
“Stark…” Ichigo murmured his name and hugged him tightly. “I…I…you make me tingle. Even my hole seems to be complete once more.”
“Oh?” Stark purred, his grey eyes turning lighter as he slowly undid Ichigo’s kimono and slipped his hand under it. Ichigo shivered and bit his lip, but this time, he didn’t push him away. “This hole…” Stark traced the hollow hole with his fingers while his other hand rested lightly on Ichigo’s backside. “…or this hole?” He pressed his fingers against the other’s entrance through the fabric and Ichigo yelped, jumping up.
Stark pulled his hand away immediately and tried not to snicker as Ichigo punched his shoulder. “Bastard!”
“Mm, that’s bastard-sama to you.”
“Oh?” Ichigo asked, his eyes narrowing as a seductive smirk crossed his face. “Is that so?”
“Mm-hm.” Stark gripped Ichigo’s waist as the lithe arrancar leaned forward until their breaths mingled.
“Very well, bastard-sama, I am sorry but I need to go speak with Aizen-sama.” Stark blinked as Ichigo jumped off of him and walked to the door slowly, making sure to add an extra sway to his walk as he peaked over his shoulder slyly at the dumfounded first espada.
“But…” Stark started, wondering why exactly he was no longer holding onto his Ichigo.
“Don’t worry bastard-sama, I’ll be back to complete my Fraccion duties later.”
Stark glowered as Ichigo shut the door and slumped sideways on the couch, resting his head where Ichigo’s warmth still lingered. He didn’t look up when Lilinette entered. “Stop moping, he just left.”
“Give me a break.” Stark whined and spread his long-fingered hand next to his head, stroking the fabric of the couch as though he could feel Ichigo through it.
“You have it bad, man; even Tousen can see how infatuated you are with Berry-tan.”
Despite himself, Stark smirked at the nickname that Ichigo despised. “Heh, you shouldn’t call him that.”
“Why? He’s a Strawberry, right?”
“Hm.”
Lilinette sighed at the apathetic response and nudged Stark’s prone body with her foot. “Get with the program, no wonder Ichigo hasn’t let you screw him yet. You’re so clingy!”
“Shut up.” Stark grumbled. “Leave me alone.”
“Oh? No ‘How do you know we haven’t fucked yet’?”
“I removed the cameras. No more peeping or I’ll let Halibel and Neliel order you around.”
“Tch, those two are too wrapped up in each other to care about me.”
“Tousen told me Wonderweisse has been feeling lonely.”
“Alright already, no cameras! Fuck, you’re such a hard ass.”
“Go away.”
Lilinette smirked and walked out, but not before saying one more thing. “Maybe Ichigo would let you bang him hard in the ass if you weren’t being such a bastard.”
Stark’s hand twitched in response and she laughed before finally leaving. He really had fallen hard. He knew the other espada were snickering about it. Well, most of them. Grimmjow glared a lot and Nnoitra made a lot of rude comments, which made Stark a little suspicious and question if the other was jealous. Was it wrong? Maybe not, but it was unnatural. For all that the Hogyoku had done for them; it could not mend their broken souls and make them whole again, despite their ascension to hybrid status.
Could he really be in…the four lettered word, with Ichigo? It seemed highly unlikely. But he still felt something. Even if his hole was still there, right underneath his jaw bone mask. What was that black, circular abyss inside of his chest, if not a symbol of his rejecting, not leaving his ties to the world? A representation of the emotions that he refused to give up and therefore had been ripped away from him.
Not many souls, plus or hollow, remember their ‘lives,’ but Stark remembered some, if only a little. Perhaps it was because of that, that he has feelings for Ichigo now. Stark died a long time ago- centuries ago. His family had been feuding with another and his little sister’s life was threatened. Stark had challenged the head of the other family to a fight and had killed him, only to be poisoned by his younger brother, who made a deal with the other family that stated that he would be the head when Stark died.
It wasn’t a place or a thing that Stark had become chained to, but his little sister. For years, he watched as she mourned his death and her hate for their brother grew. It soon became too much, and his soul chain devoured itself. His little sister was the first victim to his hunger, and within a few days of being a hollow, she was killed by a Soul Reaper. He never cried, even though it was painful. Somehow, it hurt.
He didn’t want the same thing to happen with Ichigo. Whatever he felt for him, Stark knew that if Ichigo died completely, it would hurt more than any other emotion or four letter word that starts with ‘L’ ever could. His bond to Ichigo was strong, and that was not something that he was going to let go of lightly. Ichigo was his and nobody will take him away from Stark.
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Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 7
While the Shinigami prepared for battle, Aizen and the arrancar did as well. Aizen’s plan to create the King’s key didn’t bother him. But for some reason Ichigo couldn’t pin down, the orange haired espada felt…nervous about destroying Karakura town. Maybe nervous wasn’t the right word, the thought of it made his gut twist and his hollow hole throb painfully.
He tried to keep it from his boyfriend…or whatever their relationship dictated, but Ichigo knew that Stark, more than anybody, could tell how his hand twitched whenever Aizen discussed the plan. Stark didn’t say anything about it at first, just watched him closely for clues as to why he was anxious.
They were sitting in Stark’s room when he finally brought it up. Or, to be more accurate, Ichigo was sitting and reading with Stark’s head in his lap. “Ichigo.”
“Hmm?”
“What do you think about the destruction of Karakura?”
Ichigo stopped reading, staring at the words without reading them for a moment before setting the book aside. “I agree with anything Aizen-sama does.”
“That’s not what I asked.” Stark growled in irritation, biting down on the thigh he was resting on and receiving a high pitched yelp from Ichigo. “What do you think about it?”
Tugging on a brunette strand in retribution, Ichigo quickly turned it into a caress as he threaded his fingers through the wavy hair. “I don’t mind the destruction of Karakura, but…” He trailed off with a sigh.
“Your family lives there, do they not?”
“Yeah…but they’re alive and I’m dead, it shouldn’t matter!”
“But it does.” Stark shifted so that he was sitting and tugged Ichigo into his embrace. “I can’t say that I understand your feelings for your family, but I know you love your mother. Is it possible that you still hold the same emotions for your family?” He murmured into Ichigo’s ear, all the while stroking his back in long, soothing gestures and trying hard to keep it non-sexual.
“I love my mother…but my father and my sisters are so far away from me now, and I am no longer the boy who was a part of that family. I don’t understand.”
Stark was silent for a moment as his hands ghosted up to the collar of Ichigo’s kimono and tugged it down, exposing more of his shoulder. “You don’t have to understand, emotions aren’t really meant to be understood. It is just something you feel. If you could explain them then they would be thoughts, not feelings.”
Ichigo hummed under his breath in agreement and tipped his head to the side, allowing Stark to place long, wet kisses on his neck. “Do you feel things, Stark?”
Stark paused his actions for a moment and simply breathed against Ichigo’s neck. “I…feel. Maybe it’s emotion, or maybe instinct, but whenever I am with you, my body and mind longs to touch you. Whenever we are apart, I am on edge and need to find you, to taste you, to have you.” He punctuated his words with kisses and bites that made Ichigo inhale sharply and arch into his touch. “You make me feel, in ways I have never realized existed.”
“Stark…” Ichigo murmured his name and hugged him tightly. “I…I…you make me tingle. Even my hole seems to be complete once more.”
“Oh?” Stark purred, his grey eyes turning lighter as he slowly undid Ichigo’s kimono and slipped his hand under it. Ichigo shivered and bit his lip, but this time, he didn’t push him away. “This hole…” Stark traced the hollow hole with his fingers while his other hand rested lightly on Ichigo’s backside. “…or this hole?” He pressed his fingers against the other’s entrance through the fabric and Ichigo yelped, jumping up.
Stark pulled his hand away immediately and tried not to snicker as Ichigo punched his shoulder. “Bastard!”
“Mm, that’s bastard-sama to you.”
“Oh?” Ichigo asked, his eyes narrowing as a seductive smirk crossed his face. “Is that so?”
“Mm-hm.” Stark gripped Ichigo’s waist as the lithe arrancar leaned forward until their breaths mingled.
“Very well, bastard-sama, I am sorry but I need to go speak with Aizen-sama.” Stark blinked as Ichigo jumped off of him and walked to the door slowly, making sure to add an extra sway to his walk as he peaked over his shoulder slyly at the dumfounded first espada.
“But…” Stark started, wondering why exactly he was no longer holding onto his Ichigo.
“Don’t worry bastard-sama, I’ll be back to complete my Fraccion duties later.”
Stark glowered as Ichigo shut the door and slumped sideways on the couch, resting his head where Ichigo’s warmth still lingered. He didn’t look up when Lilinette entered. “Stop moping, he just left.”
“Give me a break.” Stark whined and spread his long-fingered hand next to his head, stroking the fabric of the couch as though he could feel Ichigo through it.
“You have it bad, man; even Tousen can see how infatuated you are with Berry-tan.”
Despite himself, Stark smirked at the nickname that Ichigo despised. “Heh, you shouldn’t call him that.”
“Why? He’s a Strawberry, right?”
“Hm.”
Lilinette sighed at the apathetic response and nudged Stark’s prone body with her foot. “Get with the program, no wonder Ichigo hasn’t let you screw him yet. You’re so clingy!”
“Shut up.” Stark grumbled. “Leave me alone.”
“Oh? No ‘How do you know we haven’t fucked yet’?”
“I removed the cameras. No more peeping or I’ll let Halibel and Neliel order you around.”
“Tch, those two are too wrapped up in each other to care about me.”
“Tousen told me Wonderweisse has been feeling lonely.”
“Alright already, no cameras! Fuck, you’re such a hard ass.”
“Go away.”
Lilinette smirked and walked out, but not before saying one more thing. “Maybe Ichigo would let you bang him hard in the ass if you weren’t being such a bastard.”
Stark’s hand twitched in response and she laughed before finally leaving. He really had fallen hard. He knew the other espada were snickering about it. Well, most of them. Grimmjow glared a lot and Nnoitra made a lot of rude comments, which made Stark a little suspicious and question if the other was jealous. Was it wrong? Maybe not, but it was unnatural. For all that the Hogyoku had done for them; it could not mend their broken souls and make them whole again, despite their ascension to hybrid status.
Could he really be in…the four lettered word, with Ichigo? It seemed highly unlikely. But he still felt something. Even if his hole was still there, right underneath his jaw bone mask. What was that black, circular abyss inside of his chest, if not a symbol of his rejecting, not leaving his ties to the world? A representation of the emotions that he refused to give up and therefore had been ripped away from him.
Not many souls, plus or hollow, remember their ‘lives,’ but Stark remembered some, if only a little. Perhaps it was because of that, that he has feelings for Ichigo now. Stark died a long time ago- centuries ago. His family had been feuding with another and his little sister’s life was threatened. Stark had challenged the head of the other family to a fight and had killed him, only to be poisoned by his younger brother, who made a deal with the other family that stated that he would be the head when Stark died.
It wasn’t a place or a thing that Stark had become chained to, but his little sister. For years, he watched as she mourned his death and her hate for their brother grew. It soon became too much, and his soul chain devoured itself. His little sister was the first victim to his hunger, and within a few days of being a hollow, she was killed by a Soul Reaper. He never cried, even though it was painful. Somehow, it hurt.
He didn’t want the same thing to happen with Ichigo. Whatever he felt for him, Stark knew that if Ichigo died completely, it would hurt more than any other emotion or four letter word that starts with ‘L’ ever could. His bond to Ichigo was strong, and that was not something that he was going to let go of lightly. Ichigo was his and nobody will take him away from Stark.
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I’m running out of beta’d chapters, oh no! My beta is a busy girl =D If all else fails, I will post un-beta’d chapters and replace them with beta’d ones when d3m0nang3l1106 gets the chance.