Un Accro

So this is the first chapter of what I've been writing for NaNoWriMo. I hope you enjoy it.

--The sea change A radical, and apparently mystical, change.--

“Fuck!” Ichigo swore as he jumped backwards, narrowly avoiding being stabbed by the hundreds of spines the hollow he was fighting had just fired at him.

He landed on a nearby rooftop and took a moment to regain his breath, surveying the scene. The hollow was slow and strangely shaped with a lumbering bulbous body and thousands of spines protruding from its long neck and down its back. Its movements were slow, but every time he got remotely close, it shot those damn needle-like things at him.

He feinted left and then flash stepped behind the thing, but once again narrowly avoided becoming an Ichigo shaped sieve without getting close enough to damage the actual thing. And no matter how many spines it shot at him, there never seemed to be any less growing from its back.

Ichigo scowled; the same thing seemed to be occurring with hollows in the area. No matter how many he killed, more and more just kept coming. There even seemed to be more hollows than usual lately, and of course they had to show up in force right around finals. He was tired and pissed and he wanted nothing more than to go home and fall headfirst into oblivious sleep.

He palmed the sweat from his eyes, trying to keep his concentration on the battle; he’d have to worry about his grades later. Honestly he should have just let one of the others handle it, but it was second nature to him now to dash out of class at the first notice of hollow activity that the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.

He should have made Ishida do it; it wasn’t as if the Quincy’s grades would suffer if he took on a few more hollows. Ichigo on the other hand…

“Alright you son of a bitch,” Ichigo shouted angrily, “you interrupted my class and wasted at least half of my lunch period! Fucking die already!”

He’d just have to take his chances with the spines. If worse came to worst, he’d just have Orihime patch him up later.

Lunging forward, Ichigo dodged around the next volley of spikes launched by the hollow, wincing as one of them clipped his shoulder before he sliced the hollow neatly in half and it faded out with a scream.

Landing several yards away, Ichigo touched a hand to his wounded shoulder and stared in horror as his fingers came back covered in blood and some sort of viscous black substance that burned the inside of his nose with its acrid smell.

“Shit—” Ichigo swore, because the stuff had started bubbling, and it burned like it had begun to boil. He scratched at the wound, trying to fling the stuff off of him, but instead it seeped into his skin until nothing but an angry red wound was left.

“What the fuck?” Ichigo asked to the empty street. He touched the wound again and although it was tender and there was blood all over his Shinigami uniform, there was no more trace of the black substance left from the needle. He rolled his shoulder gingerly and figured it would probably be fine on its own; there was no point in worrying his friends, especially not after their last argument about Ichigo taking on too many hollows.

Rolling his eyes, he started flash stepping back towards school, trying to ignore how the wound itched. It would go away once he got into his human body and he wouldn’t have to worry about it any more.

Ichigo landed behind the school on the track field, wondering if he had enough time to make it to the end of lunch if he hurried. Entering the school through a back entrance he found the supply closet in which he had left his body and reentered it, shaking his head to clear it.

He still felt a little off balanced, but it was probably just nerves. He spun around at a noise behind him to see one of the sports coaches behind him.

“I—you’re not supposed to be down here. Don’t you have class?”

“Uh, sure,” Ichigo said, walking quickly towards the stairs. “Sorry,” he called over his shoulder, trying to hide his grin. If he had been any later, the coach may have found his body in the closet and wouldn’t that have been interesting? He was really going to have to start carrying Kon around with him more often.

He had just turned down the hallway leading to his class when the bell rang. Sighing, Ichigo looked at his watch; three more hours before he could go home and get something to eat. Damn.

Orihime got to class first and gave him a worried look. “Are you alright, Kurosaki-kun?”

“Yeah, Inoue, I’m fine. Just pissed I had to miss lunch because of a stupid hollow.”

“Oh!” she said, smiling, “well, I’ve got some onigiri left over, if you’re hungry.”

Ichigo tried not to make a face as he imagined what sorts of ingredients the girl put inside of the rice balls.

“I went over to Tatsuki’s last night and she was making them. I wish she had told me though; she only had umeboshi and you know, I like to put—”

“Thanks, Orihime, I’m starving,” Ichigo interrupted, not really wanting to know about Orihime’s culinary exploits.

Chad and Ishida arrived by the time Ichigo had started on his second onigiri, and Uryuu waited until he had finished before grilling him with questions.

“That took a little longer than usual. Are the hollows getting too difficult for you?”

“Shut up, Uryuu. It had needle things on it.”

“I—” Ishida paused and pushed up his glasses. “You mean spines?”

“Yeah, needles, spines, whatever. Thousands of ‘em. A little hard to get close—”

“Well,” Ishida said, and Ichigo just wanted to punch the primness right out of him, “perhaps someone else could have done the job more efficiently.”

“Whatever, I took care of it, alright?”

“We’re just worried about you, oka—Ichigo!?” Orihime gasped as Ichigo fell forward onto his desk, clutching at his shoulder.

“Aa—shit, Orihime, I’m fine,” Ichigo lied. “I—I should just go home.”

“I… okay, if you’re sure. Do you want me to walk with you?”

Ichigo tried not to smile. Orihime was just too sweet sometimes. “No, really, I’ll be alright.”

Hiding a wince and trying not to show the pain he was in he excused himself to the teacher, claiming he was going to the nurse.

He’d lied of course; he had absolutely no intention whatsoever of going to go see the school nurse, nor was he planning on heading home.

As soon as he got out of school, Ichigo collapsed against the side of the building gasping for breath. It wasn’t that far of a walk to the Urahara Shouten, he reasoned with himself, he could easily make it.

Clutching his right arm, which now felt like it was being stabbed with pins and needles, Ichigo tried to walk as nonchalantly as he possibly could down the street. When he fell against the wall for the third time, face contorted in pain, a hand reached out to steady him.

“Oh for—Ichigo, why don’t you tell me what the hell happened with that hollow?”

“U-Uryuu!”

“You might have the others fooled—” again with that infuriating habit of pushing his glasses up—“but they can’t sense reiatsu like I can.”

“You don’t have to sound so fucking smug about it.”

“Oh honestly, Ichigo, you can barely stand up. Don’t argue with me—you’re heading to Urahara’s aren’t you?”

Ichigo nodded and slid down the wall, trying to stay calm. Ishida knelt beside him and Ichigo was almost touched by how worried the Quincy seemed.

“Ichigo—”

Ichigo hissed when Ishida touched him and the dark haired boy jerked his hand back like he’d been burned.

“Sorry,” Ishida said quickly, obviously thinking he’d just hurt the Shinigami.

Ichigo shook his head and pulled his knees up to his chest. Ishida’s touch—tiny as it had been—had felt incredible, had gone straight to his cock and Ichigo wasn’t sure when the smooth column of Uryuu’s neck had started to look so delicious, but he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and pulling the Quincy to him to find out if he was right.

“K-Kurosaki what are you doing? We’re on a public street, oh, someone might… someone might see—”

Ichigo wasn’t even paying attention to his friend’s protests because his skin did taste wonderful, and the pins in his arm weren’t stabbing him quite so fiercely and oh god he was so hard—

“Ichigo, stop!” Ishida gasped, jerking himself away and stumbling backwards to land on his ass a few feet away. He flinched at the look Kurosaki was giving him, clouded over mostly in lust and he had to bite back a whimper at the feel of Ichigo’s reiatsu flicking over his skin.

“F…fuck…” Ichigo swore uncertainly. “Ishida, you have to get away from me, I don’t know—”

“I—I’m going to call Urahara,” Uryuu said, pulling out his cell phone.

Ichigo nodded and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes to try and ignore the boy just a few feet away from him. He could hear Ishida talking, but he didn’t understand a word of what was being said, instead his mind was torturing him with how smooth the Quincy’s skin had felt under his lips, how his throat had worked to swallow, how nice it might be to put his lips elsewhere—

“Alright, Kurosaki-kun, let’s get you out of here.”

“Urrng?” Ichigo asked, recognizing the voice as Urahara’s. He moaned when the older Shinigami’s arms wrapped around him and helped him to stand. He wondered how long he had been laying there, fantasizing about the Quincy.

“Ishida-kun, why don’t you join us?”

Yes, Ishida, why don’t you, Ichigo thought. He’d never really noticed it before but the Quincy was really quite attractive, beautiful even. How had Ichigo even been able to control himself?

Urahara, too, he mused, hands fisting into the green fabric of Kisuke’s clothing. He pressed his lips up against the man’s neck and placed little kisses on his skin.

“Now, Kurosaki, don’t do anything you might regret.”

“Not regretting anything,” Ichigo grumbled, using his teeth to bring a mark to the surface of Urahara’s skin.

“What’s wrong with him?” Ishida asked, voice shaky, and Ichigo felt a little miffed. There wasn’t anything wrong with him except for how long it had taken him to realize he wanted to fuck the Quincy into any and all available surfaces until neither of them could move.

He was about to say just that when Urahara spoke right over him. “Why don’t you just get some sleep now, Kurosaki-kun?”

Ichigo pushed against Urahara’s chest, trying to get out of the man’s arms. He didn’t feel much like sleeping, just wanting Urahara to put him down, bend him over and fuck him while he fucked Uryuu, but he could feel sleep creeping up on him. Dammit, Urahara was doing something to him, when all he wanted was—


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When Ichigo next opened his eyes he was laying alone on a futon. Part of him was disappointed to find no one in bed with him, but a larger part, the rational part of himself that was in control once again, was greatly relieved and incredibly embarrassed.

The worst part was that he was still a little turned on, but it wasn’t anything close to the overwhelming lust that had consumed him when Uryuu had first found him.

Sitting up, he noticed he was no longer in his human body. He looked down at his shoulder, thankfully finding it looking much healthier, though it still twinged a bit.

“Ah, Kurosaki-kun, so glad you could join us again.”

Ichigo looked up to find Urahara standing in the doorway. “I—what—”

“Why don’t you come into the kitchen and have some tea with Ishida-kun and me.”

Ichigo nodded and stood a little shakily, still weak from whatever it was Urahara had used to sedate him. He followed the man into the kitchen were Uryuu was already sitting, holding a tea cup and glaring into the murky beverage as though it had personally offended him. He didn’t look up when either Urahara or Ichigo sat down.

“Alright, Ichigo, you need to tell us exactly what happened earlier today when you encountered the hollow that left you with that wound.”

Ichigo nodded and thanked Urahara when the man poured some tea for him. “I—I dunno, it didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary.”

“Ishida-kun told me you mentioned that this particular hollow had spines?”

Ichigo took a sip of his tea before answering. “Yeah, it had… thousands of them, probably. There were all over its back and I couldn’t get close enough to kill it without it shooting a few hundred at a time.”

“Well then, how did you manage to kill it?”

“Finally I decided ‘fuck it’ and I attacked. I only got hit by the one, and it only grazed me…”

“But…?” Urahara pressed, fixing Ichigo with a sharp look that made the teen shift uncomfortably.

“But it left this black stuff that got absorbed into the wound before disappearing.”

“Well,” Urahara said, looking thoughtful, “that is interesting.”

“I—my reaction—that—”

“It’s probably a side effect of that ‘black stuff’ with which the hollow injected you. You’ll still need to deal with it; I’ve only held back the inevitable.”

“The inevitable what?” Ichigo demanded.

“I just thought you might like to have complete control over yourself before you decided what course of action to take. As I see it, you have two options: you can wait it out, which I wouldn’t suggest because we have no real idea of what could happen to you if you were to choose that… or you can have someone give you a hand.”

“Someone…”

“Ishida-kun has kindly volunteered to help if that’s what you choose.”

“I—” Ichigo could feel his face heat up and glancing over at Uryuu he could see that the Quincy’s cheeks were tinged a little pink and he hadn’t looked up from his tea cup.

“Of course, I would suggest the latter. It seems the quickest way to get your condition over and done with.”

“H-how is that supposed to help exactly?”

Uryuu looked up then, his face still flushed, but his expression calm. “That hollow’s reiatsu is all over you still, particularly where the spine cut you. We figure… if it can be replaced with something else, then it should clear up.”

“You mean you’re going to replace the hollow’s reiatsu with your own?”

“That’s the idea,” Ishida said, pushing his glasses up his nose so that they caught the light and Ichigo couldn’t see his eyes.

“So, you can do that… now, right? Just—”

“It’s not quite as simple as that, Kurosaki-kun,” Urahara interrupted. “I tried that while you were asleep.”

“You mean…”

“If you really find the idea so distasteful then I’ll just—”

“No, Ishi—Uryuu, thank you.”

Uryuu’s face turned red again and the Quincy ducked his head, mumbling something about Ichigo doing the same for him.

“Well, you’re both certainly welcome to use one of the rooms here. I’ll just need to get it set up so you won’t have any disturbances—”

Ichigo and Uryuu watched silently as Urahara left the room, both teens feeling too awkward to speak.

“I… well, let’s get going then,” Ichigo said lamely, wincing at his words.

Uryuu nodded mutely and the two of them followed after Urahara, each unable to hear anything above the pounding of their hearts.

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Sorry if you wanted sex this chapter, but in Chapter 2, Uryuu tries to help Ichigo out with his newfound problem.

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