Thank You

AN:

I HAVE RETURNED!
Sorry I haven't posted much here lately! I've been kinda busy over in the Naruto section, with Year of the Fox and all...
BUT! I will make time for a new ByaRen and the infamous ShuUlq/UlqShuu ASAP! So keep your eyes up!


As for this short drabble; it's a thank you note.
I wanted to write my dear Heather-chan something as a thanks, since she had to listen to me rant. I saw some flashes of this fic, and decided to try and use 'thanks' as a theme in it as well.
I dunno..It's fluffier than I planned... but I think the theme worked out kinda ok! xD
I fear that Hichi is slightly OOC, but then again, even he is allowed to have bad days, right?

Urgh...I am SO nervous about the reception of this one! X_x *hides under a rock*

Warnings: M/M, NC-17, Anal, Angst, fluff

Thank You

Ichigo stares at himself in the mirror.
He is worried.
There is nothing unusual with his reflection, and that is what is bothering him.
Because at any other time, something would suddenly change in the mirror; whether it's his eyes changing color, or just a flash of a wicked grin playing on his own lips, that weren't really his at that moment....
It's the hollow within him who used to do things like this.
And now he is not doing anything.
For days now, it has been like the hollow known as Shirosaki Hichigo, a pun on his own name, has made his presence clear.
And Ichigo doesn't like it.
There was a time, when not sensing the hollow would have been a relief. But that day is long since passed.

Now he is standing in the bathroom waiting to see a sign of life from inside of him.
He has no idea how long he has been standing here, and he is growing weary.
It's already past midnight, and he has school in the morning. But with no one telling him 'Good night aibou', it isn't easy for him to go to sleep.
It is long since he accepted the fact that he shares his body with someone else, someone who at first seemed cruel, who loves him for no particular reason, but truthfully none the less.
They are one.
Still, at the moment, Ichigo is alone, and he doesn't like it.

He wants to see the hollow.
From the bottom of his heart, there is nothing he wishes more for at this moment.
And when he goes to bed, he focuses so hard on the obscure world in which Hichigo resides.
Because if the hollow can cross over into his world, then Ichigo should be able to enter the horizontal world on his own accord as well.

The teen closes his eyes, and forces himself to fall asleep.
It works.
Soon he finds himself in the exact spot he wishes to be; in the hollow's world.
It's raining.
Although everything else is horizontal, the rain pours from above. There is seemingly no clouds to create the downpour, but it is raining anyway. That's a bad sign.
The hollow's told him that when he is sad, this world is raining. Does that apply if the hollow himself is depressed?
Is he?
Ichigo wonders as he trawls the obscure place.
Why would his replica be feeling down? He is always in such high spirits. He is always the one to cheer Ichigo up after a hard day.

The young shinigami doesn't see the small crack in the window he is stepping on, and by the time he winces at the sound of the glass giving in, it is already too late; it shatters, and he falls into the building.
He crashes to the floor.
It hurts, but he isn't badly injured. Just a few scratches here and there.
With a groan, Ichigo rises to his feet. He surveys the room, and his eyes fall upon a huddled form in the left corner.

The hollow's arms are wrapped around his knees, and his head is lowered. He appears to be sleeping, but Ichigo knows that this isn't the case.
"What are you doing?" the teen asks softly.
"Aibou?" Hichigo lifts his head, looking at him with weary, yellow eyes.
Ichigo strides through the naked room, and crouches down next to his replica.
"Is something wrong?" he asks, with genuine concern in his voice.
The hollow turns away.
"Hey..." Ichigo starts, his voice low and coaxing, "Look at me..."
Their gazes meet.
"Where have you been?" Ichigo asks.
"Here obviously." is the flat reply.
"Why haven't you been around lately?" the teen continues to probe, "I've missed you."
The white shinigami looks away again.
He whispers something.
Ichigo fails to catch the words.
"What's bothering you?" he demands, "What did you say?"
"Is this real?" the hollow replies, "Am I real? Do I even exist?"
"What are you talking about?" Ichigo is confused, "Of course you're real! I wouldn't have all these cuts and bruises all over if it wasn't for you, you sadist!" he tries to smile, but as the other seems indifferent, the smile quickly fades.
"I am only a part of you." Hichigo's eyes meet with his aibou's.
Ichigo reaches out his hand, he lifts the white one's chin. He looks into those yellow orbs that are always so full of life and mischief.
"I exist for the sole purpose of taking over your body. And you grow stronger every day. The day you become stronger than me is the day I disappear. I exist to make you strong. I exist so you can destroy me. Can one really call that existing?"
Ichigo's eyes are watering. It hurts to hear these words.
He doesn't want to think about it. In fact, as much as he wants to become stronger and help people, he is deliberately delaying the day when he must battle his inner darkness, because he is afraid that on that day, he will be left alone again.

He leans close to his partner, feeling the hollow's breath on his cheek before he brings their lips together. The kiss is gentle and comforting, as opposed to usual.
Hichigo kisses him back. His strong arms go around Ichigo's neck and he pulls him down into his lap, deepening the kiss as his tongue slips into Ichigo's mouth.
Ichigo moans quietly into the kiss.

When they break apart, Ichigo stares into the face that is almost identical to his own.
"You won't disappear.....'Cos I need you, see?"
The hollow smiles slightly. He nips gently at Ichigo's bottom lips with his teeth.
"Why would you suddenly get thoughts like these?" Ichigo inquires.
There is no reply.
But for the first time ever, the hollow seems uncertain.
It's strange to see him like this... Acting so human.
"You're real. What you're feeling now proves that." Ichigo takes the replica's hand and presses it against his chest, "This," he says, referring to his heartbeat, "Proves it."
The white shinigami looks at him. "Aibou..."
"But I'm glad," the teen smiles, "That I can be the one to comfort you for once..."
The pale one cocks an eyebrow.
"You've been there for me so many times....It's about time I returned the favor, right?"
Hichigo's hand touches Ichigo's cheek, it runs to the back of his neck and plays with his hair. He pulls Ichigo close, pressing their lips together, harder this time.
His free hand wanders, and finds its way inside the teen's robes. His touch almost burns Ichigo's skin. He bites down on the boy's lower lip.
Ichigo's eyes slide shut; his delicate eyelashes caressing his cheek. He wants nothing more than to see his hollow return to his usual self. And he'll do everything it takes to make sure that he does. Their lips part, and meet again.
Their tongues are caught in a dance with one another.
The taste and scent of the hollow seems to be all around Ichigo; it's overwhelming, mesmerizing. He loves it.
The kiss break. He touches his forehead to the hollow's.
"Thanks aibou..." Hichgo's voice is almost meek. But only almost, and that notion is enhanced by the hardness that is pressing against Ichigo, through the white shinigami's robes.
Ichigo's lips part in a soundless moan when he feels it.
The hollow is rolling his hips against Ichigo, his hardness pressing against his entrance through layers of fabric.

The hollow catches Ichigo's lips in a craving kiss, whilst his skilled hands work on getting Ichigo's hakama pants down and off of the boy.
He's moving fast, licking and biting at the boy's lips, drawing trails down his neck, sending coils of warmth straight to Ichigo's groin.
The teen shakes and gasps.
His nails dig into the material of the white's robe. He grinds against him.
Now there is only the thin cloth that is Hichigo's pants that is separating them.
Ichigo whimpers softly as his erection presses against the hollow's own through the fabric.
His slender hands move down the hollow's muscular body, tugging down his pants.
He's aching.
Aching to feel him inside.
Aching to bring him pleasure and to make them both feel so insanely liberated from everything that is their destiny.

With the replica's hands on his hips, supporting him, Ichigo rises, only to sink down again, slowly, all the way onto the hollow's cock.
The intrusion is forced, but swift.
Ichigo bites his own lip; "Ah! Haaah!"
And they stop, remaining in that position for several seconds, to savor the moment.
They are breathing together in perfect sync, each as heavy as the other.

Hichigo starts to move; thrusting deeply inside of his teen lover.
Ichigo moans, pressing down against him.
They are one; the hollow thrusting inside of him, drawing moan after moan from him.
He is rocking against the white shinigami, his hands gripping a hold of the hollow's clothing as he lowers and rises.
He impales himself on his replica's shaft.
"Aah!"
"I-Ichi-go-oh!" the hollow echoes.
He pulls the teen closer, breathing heavily into his ear as his tongue brushes over the sensitive skin on Ichigo's earlobe.
The young shinigami shivers, his insides tightening around the hollow's aching cock.
"Mmh!"

The hollow's thrusts are getting harder, deeper.
His nails are digging into Ichigo's hips, as he lifts the teen up, and slams him back down on his cock.
The pain is sweet.
Ichigo's eyes are brimming with tears at the sensation; he's feeling so complete, so intoxicated by the taste and scent and everything about the hollow.
His inner walls tighten. He spasms around the hardness inside, and bites his lip until it bleeds.
Instantly his partner's lips are there; catching his own, crushing them in a kiss that is close to desperate. It tastes of blood, and the hollow seems to like it.
He gives an animalistic growl in his throat, and that sound alone is enough to tip Ichigo over the scale.
He shivers violently and arches his back as he sees white and comes in cascades over the hollow's white robes. His moans peak and dissolves into a voiceless scream.
And just as he thinks he can't handle anymore, because it feels way too good and he is afraid he'll loose consciousness, the hollow follows; shooting deep inside of him.

They are both gasping for breath, their robes clinging to their sweaty bodies.
"Ah..." Ichigo whimpers, as the hollow pulls out from inside of him.
His replica smiles at him. A soft, knowing smile, before he kisses him gently.
Ichigo's arms slide around the hollow.
He rests his head against his chest.
"I won't ever let you leave me..." he whispers. "So don't ever think like that again...."
Hichigo doesn't reply, he simply embraces the boy even harder.

And suddenly they are both in Ichigo's room.
They are still in the same position, only seated in his bed.
"Stay with me tonight," Ichigo pleads.
He doesn't want either of them to feel alone. Not now, or ever again.
"I just want to pay you back for everything..." his voice is soft and quiet.
"You have." the hollow assures. "Thank you aibou. Thank you."

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[Gawd, how fluffy was that!?! I didn't mean for it to turn out like that... But...I kinda like it... xD What do you guys think?]