Request Seven - haruyan - Monster
This fic is being shamelessly used to fill two prompts...I'm useless, I know....
Title : Monster
Rating : NC-17
Word Count : 1239
Prompt : Final Testimony / Non-con from haruyan
Characters : Ikkaku x Yumachika
Warnings : Explicit non-con
Disclaimer : I do not own Bleach...
Monster
Yumachika stood arrogantly on one side of then training area, his zanpakuto held loosely in his hand as he regarded the hulking man opposite him; this barrel of muscle had just joined 11th squad fresh from the Academy and Yumachika intended to teach him just why they had a reputation as the best at combat.
With his free hand he gestured at the other man to make his move; the recruit roared a battle challenge and charged forwards, Yumachika merely yawned and waited. It wasn’t until he could physically feel the vibrations under his feet that he called for his zanpakuto, or at least the version of it he let others see.
His cry of Fuji Kujaku echoed around but nothing happened, his zanpakuto remained sealed; Yumachika’s mouth fell open, staring down at the one blade where there should be five; and in his complete shock he forgot about his opponent until he felt a sharp crack to the ribs, which knocked him to the ground and signalled victory for his opponent.
Yumachika’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as he stalked away from the 11th squad training grounds, he couldn’t believe he had just lost a fight to a new recruit; the memory of it made his cheeks heighten in colour once more and his eyes lower to avoid the curious and pitying glances of the other members of the squad.
“Hey, Yumachika!” The familiar voice of Ikkaku reached his ears but, instead of stopping, he merely walked faster. He couldn’t cope with the pity he would be bound to see on his friend’s face, the confusion and questions he couldn’t answer; breaking into a run he tried to ignore Ikkaku’s increasingly faint shouts for him to stop.
He ran for what seemed like hours, but what could have been minutes or even seconds, before he stopped underneath a sweeping sakura tree; his chest heaving for breath he collapsed against the trunk and tried to focus his mind on calling out his zanpakuto.
“Fuji Kujaku?!” he called, voice laced with anger, hurt and betrayal.
“That is not my name,” she hissed.
Ignoring the fact his zanpakuto was obviously furious about something as well he turned his head to face her, the shimmering peacock manifesting by his side.
“Why didn’t you come when I called you?”
“I didn’t hear you call me,” she answered him, voice brittle.
For a moment Yumachika’a anger dimmed, the ever-present guilt at hiding his zanpakuto’s true nature rising in its place.
“You know I cannot call you truly, they would reject us.”
“You already reject me,” her voice was sad as she turned to look him in the eye; he shook his head in mute denial but she refused to back down. “You believe me to be monstrous just as they do; if you didn’t you would proudly call me forth instead of hiding me like you do. Well I will not stand for it any more; I will not fight alongside a coward who will ask me to die for him but never even call me by my name.”
Yumachika shrank back at the full force of her anger; he had never truly considered how much it must have hurt her to have him ashamed to speak her name, he had only ever thought about what would happen to him if the others found out that he gained power by draining it from his enemies - what would happen if Ikkaku found out…
As if his thoughts had summoned the bald man, Ikkaku chose that moment to appear looking for him, his face still creased in worry for his oldest friend.
“What happened? What’s wrong?”
Yumachika tried to focus on Ikkaku, opened his mouth to reply, but his entire mind was still fixed on his zanpakuto and the heartbreaking anger she was letting flow from her.
“Tell him, tell him what a monster we are.”
Yumachika shook his head, trying to shut out her voice and concentrate on Ikkaku but she was too insistent and was growing stronger by the second.
Ikkaku knelt beside his friend and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him almost violently trying to snap him out of whatever trance he was in.
“Is it Fuji Kujaku?” he asked, guessing at the problem.
“That isn’t her name!” Roared Yumachika in perfect synchronisation with his zanpakuto, all the anger bursting out of him in a white hot rage as he leapt to his feet, unsheathed his sword and screamed her true name at the top of his voice.
“RURIIRO KUJAKU!”
With a furious joy that bordered on the primal his zanpakuto sprang into its true released form, vines springing from his hand to encircle the shocked Ikkaku into immobility; it wasn’t until he saw her strut forwards in his head that Yumachika realised she was actually going to attack him.
“No..” he desperately tried to pull her back, frantic that she should not do this to Hozukimaru and Ikkaku, but she ignored him.
For a heartbeat everything seemed to freeze, nothing stirred on the hilltop as the battle began to rage inside their souls, an eternity lasting a second.
As Ruriiro stalked towards the bound and captive Hozukimaru she smirked and began to change; a zanpakuto is fluid, a spirit has no use for gender or form so can change it at will. By the time she reached him she was no longer a she, only the glittering violet eyes remained the same as the male figure gently caressed Hozukimaru’s face.
Ruriiro was determined to enjoy this, of all the people she had been hidden from this had hurt the most; the long years they had spent together and never had he truly met Hozukimaru - well that was all about to change.
Hozukimaru bucked impotently against the vines that held him here as tightly as they held him master in the material realm; anger at being held captive showed on his face as he scowled furiously at Ruriiro.
Ruriiro, for his part, smiled and leant in closely to whisper softly in his ear, words without sound but whose meaning was clear. Hozukimaru’s struggling increased drastically as he heard Ruriiro’s intent, his face had lost its anger now and was set in fear as Ruriiro slowly pressed his lips against his own.
Suddenly the vines encircled Ruriiro as well, the two zanpakuto’s bodies crushed together. Ruriiro’s smile widened, a predatory smile, as he savagely kissed the back of Hozukimaru’s neck feeling himself stiffen as the other zanpakuto writhed against him, trying to get away.
Ruriiro let out a cry of victory as he thrust into Hozukimaru, violently he began to rock back and forth; Hozukimaru’s struggling growing less with every thrust inside him.
Finally Ruriiro let out a shuddering moan and came, the vines untwisting and disappearing as he dropped a now unconscious Hozukimaru to the floor.
As Ruriiro climaxed Yumachika felt the power flow into him, his energy replenish and his reiatsu soar; the vines holding Ikkaku still retracted and in a heartbeat Yumachika was simply stood holding a sealed zanpakuto that glittered innocently in the sun.
“Ikkaku!” He rushed over to his fallen friend, anguish written over his face as tears slid down his cheeks unnoticed.
Ikkaku pushed himself upright with obvious effort, his face pale and drawn as he backed away from Yumachika; his eyes blank as he turned to run, one word falling from his lips before he fled - the final testimony of the friendship he had once held so dear.
“Monster..”
Title : Monster
Rating : NC-17
Word Count : 1239
Prompt : Final Testimony / Non-con from haruyan
Characters : Ikkaku x Yumachika
Warnings : Explicit non-con
Disclaimer : I do not own Bleach...
Monster
Yumachika stood arrogantly on one side of then training area, his zanpakuto held loosely in his hand as he regarded the hulking man opposite him; this barrel of muscle had just joined 11th squad fresh from the Academy and Yumachika intended to teach him just why they had a reputation as the best at combat.
With his free hand he gestured at the other man to make his move; the recruit roared a battle challenge and charged forwards, Yumachika merely yawned and waited. It wasn’t until he could physically feel the vibrations under his feet that he called for his zanpakuto, or at least the version of it he let others see.
His cry of Fuji Kujaku echoed around but nothing happened, his zanpakuto remained sealed; Yumachika’s mouth fell open, staring down at the one blade where there should be five; and in his complete shock he forgot about his opponent until he felt a sharp crack to the ribs, which knocked him to the ground and signalled victory for his opponent.
Yumachika’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as he stalked away from the 11th squad training grounds, he couldn’t believe he had just lost a fight to a new recruit; the memory of it made his cheeks heighten in colour once more and his eyes lower to avoid the curious and pitying glances of the other members of the squad.
“Hey, Yumachika!” The familiar voice of Ikkaku reached his ears but, instead of stopping, he merely walked faster. He couldn’t cope with the pity he would be bound to see on his friend’s face, the confusion and questions he couldn’t answer; breaking into a run he tried to ignore Ikkaku’s increasingly faint shouts for him to stop.
He ran for what seemed like hours, but what could have been minutes or even seconds, before he stopped underneath a sweeping sakura tree; his chest heaving for breath he collapsed against the trunk and tried to focus his mind on calling out his zanpakuto.
“Fuji Kujaku?!” he called, voice laced with anger, hurt and betrayal.
“That is not my name,” she hissed.
Ignoring the fact his zanpakuto was obviously furious about something as well he turned his head to face her, the shimmering peacock manifesting by his side.
“Why didn’t you come when I called you?”
“I didn’t hear you call me,” she answered him, voice brittle.
For a moment Yumachika’a anger dimmed, the ever-present guilt at hiding his zanpakuto’s true nature rising in its place.
“You know I cannot call you truly, they would reject us.”
“You already reject me,” her voice was sad as she turned to look him in the eye; he shook his head in mute denial but she refused to back down. “You believe me to be monstrous just as they do; if you didn’t you would proudly call me forth instead of hiding me like you do. Well I will not stand for it any more; I will not fight alongside a coward who will ask me to die for him but never even call me by my name.”
Yumachika shrank back at the full force of her anger; he had never truly considered how much it must have hurt her to have him ashamed to speak her name, he had only ever thought about what would happen to him if the others found out that he gained power by draining it from his enemies - what would happen if Ikkaku found out…
As if his thoughts had summoned the bald man, Ikkaku chose that moment to appear looking for him, his face still creased in worry for his oldest friend.
“What happened? What’s wrong?”
Yumachika tried to focus on Ikkaku, opened his mouth to reply, but his entire mind was still fixed on his zanpakuto and the heartbreaking anger she was letting flow from her.
“Tell him, tell him what a monster we are.”
Yumachika shook his head, trying to shut out her voice and concentrate on Ikkaku but she was too insistent and was growing stronger by the second.
Ikkaku knelt beside his friend and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him almost violently trying to snap him out of whatever trance he was in.
“Is it Fuji Kujaku?” he asked, guessing at the problem.
“That isn’t her name!” Roared Yumachika in perfect synchronisation with his zanpakuto, all the anger bursting out of him in a white hot rage as he leapt to his feet, unsheathed his sword and screamed her true name at the top of his voice.
“RURIIRO KUJAKU!”
With a furious joy that bordered on the primal his zanpakuto sprang into its true released form, vines springing from his hand to encircle the shocked Ikkaku into immobility; it wasn’t until he saw her strut forwards in his head that Yumachika realised she was actually going to attack him.
“No..” he desperately tried to pull her back, frantic that she should not do this to Hozukimaru and Ikkaku, but she ignored him.
For a heartbeat everything seemed to freeze, nothing stirred on the hilltop as the battle began to rage inside their souls, an eternity lasting a second.
As Ruriiro stalked towards the bound and captive Hozukimaru she smirked and began to change; a zanpakuto is fluid, a spirit has no use for gender or form so can change it at will. By the time she reached him she was no longer a she, only the glittering violet eyes remained the same as the male figure gently caressed Hozukimaru’s face.
Ruriiro was determined to enjoy this, of all the people she had been hidden from this had hurt the most; the long years they had spent together and never had he truly met Hozukimaru - well that was all about to change.
Hozukimaru bucked impotently against the vines that held him here as tightly as they held him master in the material realm; anger at being held captive showed on his face as he scowled furiously at Ruriiro.
Ruriiro, for his part, smiled and leant in closely to whisper softly in his ear, words without sound but whose meaning was clear. Hozukimaru’s struggling increased drastically as he heard Ruriiro’s intent, his face had lost its anger now and was set in fear as Ruriiro slowly pressed his lips against his own.
Suddenly the vines encircled Ruriiro as well, the two zanpakuto’s bodies crushed together. Ruriiro’s smile widened, a predatory smile, as he savagely kissed the back of Hozukimaru’s neck feeling himself stiffen as the other zanpakuto writhed against him, trying to get away.
Ruriiro let out a cry of victory as he thrust into Hozukimaru, violently he began to rock back and forth; Hozukimaru’s struggling growing less with every thrust inside him.
Finally Ruriiro let out a shuddering moan and came, the vines untwisting and disappearing as he dropped a now unconscious Hozukimaru to the floor.
As Ruriiro climaxed Yumachika felt the power flow into him, his energy replenish and his reiatsu soar; the vines holding Ikkaku still retracted and in a heartbeat Yumachika was simply stood holding a sealed zanpakuto that glittered innocently in the sun.
“Ikkaku!” He rushed over to his fallen friend, anguish written over his face as tears slid down his cheeks unnoticed.
Ikkaku pushed himself upright with obvious effort, his face pale and drawn as he backed away from Yumachika; his eyes blank as he turned to run, one word falling from his lips before he fled - the final testimony of the friendship he had once held so dear.
“Monster..”