crystalomnia (crystalomnia) wrote in bleachfic, @ 2008-03-08 00:52:00 |
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Title: Acciaccatura
Rating: R
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Byakuya/Ichigo
Warnings: none yet
Summarry: After finding out about Ichigo's crush, Byakuya decides to teach him a lesson.
A/N Sorry this chapter is a little short. It's mostly just plot stuff so I can get to the sex faster. XD
Also, thank you to everyone who reviewed! *tosses out flowers and candy*
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Ichigo didn’t get much sleep that night. He was more than a little sure that Byakuya had overheard his entire conversation with Renji and wasn’t sure if he could manage to ever look at the stoic head of the Kuchiki house again.
Ichigo turned restlessly on top of his futon, too hot to lie beneath the sheets. He stretched a hand out, fingers running along the slick bumps of the tatami. It would be nice, he thought, to sleep in his own bed again and not have to worry about imminent danger.
Getting up, he padded quietly over to the fusuma and slid it open about a foot. He sat down, feeling a soft breeze rush across his skin, tousling his hair, and tried to keep his mind off of Byakuya.
He knew the attempt was futile, cursing as the scene repeated itself in his head, each recollection making him flush darker with embarrassment.
At best, Byakuya wouldn’t bring it up, would just continue to treat him like an annoying mosquito refusing to be squashed. Fortunately, Ichigo thought, that was most likely, from what he knew of the man.
It was probably Renji that he needed to worry about most. He’d come up with some pretty inventive death threats (if he did say so himself), and fully planned to make good on them if Renji dared tell a soul.
But a dead Renji would still mean his embarrassing secret was out.
All Ichigo could do was try and squash his feelings and hope to whatever gods would listen that no one found out.
Rukia found out.
The morning sunlight fell around them as they sat around on the engawa. Rubbing his eyes, Ichigo decided that it was way too early for this kind of shit, but knew better to ignore Rukia when she was in a mood.
Renji refused to meet his gaze while she shouted at the top of her lungs what an idiot he was.
“Keep your voice down!” Ichigo snarled, feeling his face heat up. “Someone could hear you!”
In all honesty, he felt pretty bad that Rukia had found out, after all, he liked her and though he wasn’t exactly sure the feeling was mutual, he still felt guilty. But he supposed that she deserved to know.
“I know it’s crazy,” Ichigo continued as soon as Rukia had stopped yelling. “I know. God, how could I not know? And it’s not like… I mean, I don’t plan on it going anywhere; I’m not that stupid.”
Rukia opened her mouth as if to say something and then closed it again, anger being replaced by confusion on her face. “Why?” she finally asked.
“I don’t know why. But it’s been—it’s been like this since I first… when we first met. I can’t explain that.” Rukia and Renji stared at him with incredulous faces, apparently waiting for him to continue. With a sigh, Ichigo raked a hand through his hair. “I’ve already said that it’s stupid, and that I know it’s crazy. And I know that there’s no possible way for Byakuya to ever return my feelings, that he’d probably try and kill me if he knew, but that doesn’t change anything.”
Ichigo scowled when they both looked away, remaining uncharacteristically subdued. He stood, staring at them for a few moments longer, before turning and leaving. He just needed to go for a run, wanting to get rid of this restless energy.
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Kuchiki Byakuya sat at his desk, the steam from the cup of tea sitting at his elbow rising in a thin line. Furrowing his brow, he tried concentrating on the documents in front of him, pausing to dip his brush into the ink well. Despite his best efforts, his mind kept wandering to how he was going to address his current conflict with Ichigo.
But Byakuya was unsure as to how he was going to snare that ridiculous orange-haired Shinigami in the first place. He knew that he wanted to catch the boy alone and watch how he squirmed as the matter of his infatuation was brought up, and then...
And then… well, he supposed he could improvise. That seemed to work best when dealing with Ichigo; the boy never did what he was supposed to. But he needed to learn respect, and if Byakuya didn’t take him to task, well, then who would?
The easiest way to get the boy by himself would be to find him and give the order directly, but not only would that raise suspicion, but Ichigo would probably ignore him outright. Not only that, but Byakuya didn’t want his sister or Renji there when he accosted the substitute Shinigami, so he felt it would be best to summon the boy discreetly. Ichigo might not even prove to be worth his time—no point in making a fuss over the matter just yet.
With an inward smile, Byakuya thought back to the look on Ichigo’s face when he had interrupted his conversation with Renji. Perhaps the boy would come without a fuss, after all.
There was only one way to find out.
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Needless to say, Ichigo was pretty pissed. Renji had been dogging his footsteps for a few hours now, when all Ichigo wanted was a bit of time to himself.
Stopping abruptly, he spun around, glaring at the redhead not too far off. Renji looked slightly nervous, as though he hadn’t expected whatever hair brained scheme he had come up with to bring Ichigo back to his senses to get so far. Landing on a roof top, the red head watched him apprehensively, and neither of them spoke for a long moment.
Renji broke the awkward silence first. “It’s not like you.”
“What’s not like me?” Ichigo demanded, suspicious.
“It’s not like you to go off and brood. Hell, I’m sorry I mentioned anything to Rukia,” he said, arms held out slightly and palms up, not wanting to set Ichigo off. “At least… at least come back and spar with me. Let off some steam. It’s no good if you mope around all day.”
Ichigo was seriously considering taking Renji up on his offer, because damn did he really want to beat the shit out of him, when he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, a Hell butterfly approaching. It stood out starkly against the brilliant blue sky, a black and quivering against the wind.
Ichigo felt his stomach knot up when it fluttered near his face, but he lifted a hand anyway.
When he heard Byakuya’s smooth, emotionless voice, he gritted his teeth in anger and apprehension.
The message turned out to be an invitation. Where Ichigo had been unsure mere minutes ago as to whether Byakuya had indeed overheard his conversation with Renji, he was pretty damn convinced now.
Though it had been phrased to sound like a request, Ichigo had heard the command in Byakuya’s tone. “Come alone,” he had said at the close of the message.
Well if Byakuya thought for one split-fucking-second that Ichigo was afraid of him, he was dead wrong. Ichigo had kicked his ass before and would more than gladly do it again, given the proper motivation.
“Are you actually going?” Renji asked incredulously.
“Yeah,” Ichigo replied. “I’ll go see that bastard if he wants me so damn bad.”
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Hope you like it, despite its brevity. As always, comments, crit, etc is welcome and encouraged!
fusuma=sliding screen doors
engawa=Japanese style porch or veranda
PS. If you guys think this is pretentious, or confusing, I’ll use the English terms. ^^;
Chapter 1: Overture