Fic New Years gift to Bundamba- Partners in Black and White IshidaxIchigo 1/1 PG 13
Title: Partners in White and Black
Chapter: 1/1
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: IshixIchi
Genre: Humor, romance
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Male/Male interaction, mild suggestive sexual humor,
Word: 1580
Spoilers: Arrancar Arc
Summary: A shrinekeeper can see more than what a Quincy and a Shinigami give him credit for.
A/n: For bundamba who loves this pairing. I wish you a belated happy new year! Mild Inuyasha crossover for a certain family shrine showing up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. This is fanfiction and means no harm to the anime or manga. I make no money writing this. I also don't own Inuyasha. It was written by Rumiko Takahashi.
Back to back, Ishida Uryuu and Kurosaki Ichigo stood as they had on that first day fighting hollows together with a concerted effort. Black cloth pressed against white and blue from his Quincy outfit, neatly and painstakingly hand stitched. A few threads worked loose when a particularly nasty hollow with long razor like shards extended one past Ishida's cheek.
Near a Shinto shrine both had come across the hollow disturbance and diverted from a class trip to take care of it. Unfortunately, the half dozen hollows had other ideas then going down fast from Ichigo's sword and Ishida's bow.
"You do realize I'm going to have to sew this cape again thanks to you," Ishida complained.
"Quit bitching and keep your eyes on the hollows..."
"You don't have to tell me that, Kurosaki," Ishida remarked, his cobalt blue eyes fixated ahead. More shimmers of bright blue energy sizzled from the spider web shaped bow he held before him. Everything about Ishida suggested various shades of blue; even the white outfit had a faint turquoise or periwinkle tint in its shadows.
One of the hollows to Ishida's left and Ichigo's 'right' slashed with a scythe like protection that blurred the air. At first Ichigo tensed, wondering if it was a return engagement of a particular memory erasing entity.
"Uryuu, keep your head!" he yelled, shoving Ishida by turning around and forcing him down.
Narrowly the scythe missed both of them, the shinigami lying atop of the Quincy. Ishida felt his right arm bent at an awkward angle trapped beneath his chest while Ichigo's torso and front pressed directly into the Quincy's tight cloth covered backside. Although both of them were approximately the same height, Ichigo's more muscular frame weighed considerably more, thus lying more heavily on top of his partner.
"Kurosaki, if you don't mind, you're too heavy..."
"You don't always bitch about being on the bottom," Ichigo could not resist saying, seeing the indignant look on Ishida's face, twisted to one side.
"Kurosaki, this is NOT the time for foreplay!" Ishida complained. He levered his partner up and off him by rolling over. For a second Ichigo enjoyed the feel of Ishida's body pinning his down only to reluctantly roll off him and avoid hitting the steps of the shrine.
Already they saw the elderly shrine keeper running to tug a long string across the front. He hung the twisted paper tassels, and then stood holding a similar wand before the hollows. Ishida stopped Ichigo from running forwards to try to stop the man from doing his job.
"Too bad those aren't so effective," Mumbled Ichigo.
"Don't scoff at the spiritual powers of others," Ishida warned him.
He glanced over his shoulder to see the two standing there, yelling, "Be careful you youngsters! That's the shrine of the well..."
"Well, what well?" Ichigo asked, brandishing Zangetsu.
"The Bone eater’s well!" the aged priest yelled at them, shaking his fist. He tossed another sacred fudo at one of the hollows, actually causing it to sting. Knocking another arrow Ishida fired at the temporarily distracted creature before it could bite the hand off the poor shrine keeper.
"Kurosaki, it doesn't matter. Just let’s keep these things away from the building behind us," Ishida said, glancing at the sign behind him.
Ichigo charged forwards as the same hollow swept its scythe like tail down again.
"Oh no you DON’T," he shouted, bringing up Zangetsu. For a few tense moments, he blocked it in mid swing, sweat blistering on his forehead as he strained to keep it at bay.
Ishida spun around, raising his bow to fire while Ichigo continued to grunt. "Damn you’re a strong shit aren't you?"
"Careful! Behind you!" the shrine keeper yelled, waving his wand with the paper twisted tassel.
He moved fast for an old timer, Ishida thought, firing directly where he pointed. A large frog masked hollow raised a foot to stamp down on the roof of the building behind Ichigo. Ishida's arrow slammed into it, destroying it instantly.
“Just in time,” the Quincy murmured with a slight smile on his face. He felt the heat of Ichigo’s amber gaze trained of him.
Once the hollow had dissolved into shimmering spirit particles, Ishida turned and pushed up his glasses in that way Ichigo found irresistible. Fingers twitched poised on the handle of Zangetsu, sheathing its sizeable blade with but a mental command. It adhered to the distinctive segmented strap crossing Ichigo’s shihakusho covered chest.
“Oi… you okay?” Ichigo asked moving over to him. He rested a hand on Ishida’s shoulder before pulling him into a hug.
Ishida swallowed in sudden surprise. Pressed up to him deliciously close was the object of his affections, very recent affections. For a moment, he saved the hot muscular body hidden by the black and white Shinigami uniform. So opposite from his tight form fitting clothes yet representing how well they complemented each other in their contrasts.
“Excuse me young men,” a voice interrupted. Ishida and Ichigo swiveled their heads at the exact same moment like two cats turning towards the sound of a can opener.
“Kurosaki…” he murmured, feeling his cheeks flush bright crimson when he saw they had an audience.
“You’re so shy,” Ichigo mumbled to him. His whisper tickled Ishida’s ear deliciously enough the Quincy could not resist letting go of him.
“S… sir… sorry we didn’t come sooner,” said Ishida turning to the shrine keeper who had an amused look on his grizzled face.
“Sorry about the mess,” Ichigo chuckled, releasing Ishida from the embrace.
“You two must tell me more about just what sutra you used,” the priest said, slapping both on the back.
“You don’t seem that worried about seeing me,” Ichigo mumbled in surprise. He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Not the first time I’ve seen shinigami. Will not be the last young man. You’d be surprised what I’ve witnessed over the years,” the shrine keeper continued turning them towards the shrine otherwise intact.
A slight smirk twitched Ishida’s lip corners upwards the slightest bit. Ichigo did not think it was fair how his heart skipped a beat. “What was that I said before Kurosaki?” he teased.
“Yeah yeah, there’s not just Quincy out there who can deal with hollows and see them,” Ichigo replied quickly.
“”Quincy, now THAT’s a name I haven’t heard since I was young,” the shrine keeper mused tapping his lip. He eyed Ishida up and down thoughtfully.
“They’re a rare species,” Ichigo teased. He draped an arm around Ishida’s shoulders giving him a hearty shake that brought their outer hips together.
“Kurosaki please,” Ishida whispered. He struggled to fight the blush on his face.
“Good to know that someone’s still keeping the tradition alive. By the way, I am Higurashi. Feel free to stop by for tea anytime. I can tell you youngsters all about my accomplishments in…” the shrine keeper rattled on. Both Ishida and Ichigo nodded politely amused by the man’s enthusiasm. Secretly Ishida relished the fact someone else knew of the Quincy’s existence.
“I’m surprised you know about Quincy,” Ishida murmured when a convenient pause came in Higurashi’s conversation.
“I could tell you all about it over a cup of tea now if you like, gentlemen. I’ve a granddaughter your age who would be quiet interested in meeting two unusual men like you…”
Noticing the gleam in his eyes both Ichigo and Ishida exchanged glances. Quickly Ichigo said, “Um, sorry but we’re both… um… taken…”
“Indeed, it would be a pleasure but we’re in rather a hurry,” Ishida added, not wanting to be rude but noticing the signs of matchmaking when he saw it.
For a long instant, the shrine keeper took in the sight of them standing side by side. By now, Ishida had rested an arm around Ichigo’s waist, something he normally would not do in public. Yet somehow, he felt the increasing need to let people know the state of affairs in his personal life. Tapping his chin Higurashi finally said, “Ah well, worth a try. You youngsters take care, and are sure not to demolish any shrines…”
“Take care,” both of them said, relieved, and surprised at the man’s casual acceptance of how things were.
“Have fun hollow hunting!” he called as he picked up a broom and started sweeping up. Still bewildered the Quincy and Shinigami strode off.
“That was… different,” Ichigo muttered.
“I suppose if he’s seen and knows about Quincy and Shinigami it is not that far off to assume there are other things that would fail to distress him,” Ishida murmured in strange appreciation.
“What? A Quincy and a Shinigami working together?” Ichigo asked shrugging. Slowly Ishida reached for Ichigo’s hand and laced their fingers together.
“Whatever you say, Kurosaki,” he chuckled slightly. “But that was not quite what I meant precisely.”
Brows furrowed over amber eyes at this comment. An instant later, they relaxed only to lift high. “Wait… what you mean…”
“Exactly Kurosaki,” Ishida chuckled, looking out of the side of his glasses at his partner.
Now Ichigo flushed bright pink resembling his namesake. Not to be outdone he bent over and pecked the Quincy on the cheek. Both stopped and wrapped arms around each other in the shadow of a building. A soft kiss was shared, two pairs of eyes locking deep into one another’s with the secret understand that few words could express that this was one partnership that would continue for years to come.
Chapter: 1/1
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: IshixIchi
Genre: Humor, romance
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Male/Male interaction, mild suggestive sexual humor,
Word: 1580
Spoilers: Arrancar Arc
Summary: A shrinekeeper can see more than what a Quincy and a Shinigami give him credit for.
A/n: For bundamba who loves this pairing. I wish you a belated happy new year! Mild Inuyasha crossover for a certain family shrine showing up.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. This is fanfiction and means no harm to the anime or manga. I make no money writing this. I also don't own Inuyasha. It was written by Rumiko Takahashi.
Back to back, Ishida Uryuu and Kurosaki Ichigo stood as they had on that first day fighting hollows together with a concerted effort. Black cloth pressed against white and blue from his Quincy outfit, neatly and painstakingly hand stitched. A few threads worked loose when a particularly nasty hollow with long razor like shards extended one past Ishida's cheek.
Near a Shinto shrine both had come across the hollow disturbance and diverted from a class trip to take care of it. Unfortunately, the half dozen hollows had other ideas then going down fast from Ichigo's sword and Ishida's bow.
"You do realize I'm going to have to sew this cape again thanks to you," Ishida complained.
"Quit bitching and keep your eyes on the hollows..."
"You don't have to tell me that, Kurosaki," Ishida remarked, his cobalt blue eyes fixated ahead. More shimmers of bright blue energy sizzled from the spider web shaped bow he held before him. Everything about Ishida suggested various shades of blue; even the white outfit had a faint turquoise or periwinkle tint in its shadows.
One of the hollows to Ishida's left and Ichigo's 'right' slashed with a scythe like protection that blurred the air. At first Ichigo tensed, wondering if it was a return engagement of a particular memory erasing entity.
"Uryuu, keep your head!" he yelled, shoving Ishida by turning around and forcing him down.
Narrowly the scythe missed both of them, the shinigami lying atop of the Quincy. Ishida felt his right arm bent at an awkward angle trapped beneath his chest while Ichigo's torso and front pressed directly into the Quincy's tight cloth covered backside. Although both of them were approximately the same height, Ichigo's more muscular frame weighed considerably more, thus lying more heavily on top of his partner.
"Kurosaki, if you don't mind, you're too heavy..."
"You don't always bitch about being on the bottom," Ichigo could not resist saying, seeing the indignant look on Ishida's face, twisted to one side.
"Kurosaki, this is NOT the time for foreplay!" Ishida complained. He levered his partner up and off him by rolling over. For a second Ichigo enjoyed the feel of Ishida's body pinning his down only to reluctantly roll off him and avoid hitting the steps of the shrine.
Already they saw the elderly shrine keeper running to tug a long string across the front. He hung the twisted paper tassels, and then stood holding a similar wand before the hollows. Ishida stopped Ichigo from running forwards to try to stop the man from doing his job.
"Too bad those aren't so effective," Mumbled Ichigo.
"Don't scoff at the spiritual powers of others," Ishida warned him.
He glanced over his shoulder to see the two standing there, yelling, "Be careful you youngsters! That's the shrine of the well..."
"Well, what well?" Ichigo asked, brandishing Zangetsu.
"The Bone eater’s well!" the aged priest yelled at them, shaking his fist. He tossed another sacred fudo at one of the hollows, actually causing it to sting. Knocking another arrow Ishida fired at the temporarily distracted creature before it could bite the hand off the poor shrine keeper.
"Kurosaki, it doesn't matter. Just let’s keep these things away from the building behind us," Ishida said, glancing at the sign behind him.
Ichigo charged forwards as the same hollow swept its scythe like tail down again.
"Oh no you DON’T," he shouted, bringing up Zangetsu. For a few tense moments, he blocked it in mid swing, sweat blistering on his forehead as he strained to keep it at bay.
Ishida spun around, raising his bow to fire while Ichigo continued to grunt. "Damn you’re a strong shit aren't you?"
"Careful! Behind you!" the shrine keeper yelled, waving his wand with the paper twisted tassel.
He moved fast for an old timer, Ishida thought, firing directly where he pointed. A large frog masked hollow raised a foot to stamp down on the roof of the building behind Ichigo. Ishida's arrow slammed into it, destroying it instantly.
“Just in time,” the Quincy murmured with a slight smile on his face. He felt the heat of Ichigo’s amber gaze trained of him.
Once the hollow had dissolved into shimmering spirit particles, Ishida turned and pushed up his glasses in that way Ichigo found irresistible. Fingers twitched poised on the handle of Zangetsu, sheathing its sizeable blade with but a mental command. It adhered to the distinctive segmented strap crossing Ichigo’s shihakusho covered chest.
“Oi… you okay?” Ichigo asked moving over to him. He rested a hand on Ishida’s shoulder before pulling him into a hug.
Ishida swallowed in sudden surprise. Pressed up to him deliciously close was the object of his affections, very recent affections. For a moment, he saved the hot muscular body hidden by the black and white Shinigami uniform. So opposite from his tight form fitting clothes yet representing how well they complemented each other in their contrasts.
“Excuse me young men,” a voice interrupted. Ishida and Ichigo swiveled their heads at the exact same moment like two cats turning towards the sound of a can opener.
“Kurosaki…” he murmured, feeling his cheeks flush bright crimson when he saw they had an audience.
“You’re so shy,” Ichigo mumbled to him. His whisper tickled Ishida’s ear deliciously enough the Quincy could not resist letting go of him.
“S… sir… sorry we didn’t come sooner,” said Ishida turning to the shrine keeper who had an amused look on his grizzled face.
“Sorry about the mess,” Ichigo chuckled, releasing Ishida from the embrace.
“You two must tell me more about just what sutra you used,” the priest said, slapping both on the back.
“You don’t seem that worried about seeing me,” Ichigo mumbled in surprise. He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Not the first time I’ve seen shinigami. Will not be the last young man. You’d be surprised what I’ve witnessed over the years,” the shrine keeper continued turning them towards the shrine otherwise intact.
A slight smirk twitched Ishida’s lip corners upwards the slightest bit. Ichigo did not think it was fair how his heart skipped a beat. “What was that I said before Kurosaki?” he teased.
“Yeah yeah, there’s not just Quincy out there who can deal with hollows and see them,” Ichigo replied quickly.
“”Quincy, now THAT’s a name I haven’t heard since I was young,” the shrine keeper mused tapping his lip. He eyed Ishida up and down thoughtfully.
“They’re a rare species,” Ichigo teased. He draped an arm around Ishida’s shoulders giving him a hearty shake that brought their outer hips together.
“Kurosaki please,” Ishida whispered. He struggled to fight the blush on his face.
“Good to know that someone’s still keeping the tradition alive. By the way, I am Higurashi. Feel free to stop by for tea anytime. I can tell you youngsters all about my accomplishments in…” the shrine keeper rattled on. Both Ishida and Ichigo nodded politely amused by the man’s enthusiasm. Secretly Ishida relished the fact someone else knew of the Quincy’s existence.
“I’m surprised you know about Quincy,” Ishida murmured when a convenient pause came in Higurashi’s conversation.
“I could tell you all about it over a cup of tea now if you like, gentlemen. I’ve a granddaughter your age who would be quiet interested in meeting two unusual men like you…”
Noticing the gleam in his eyes both Ichigo and Ishida exchanged glances. Quickly Ichigo said, “Um, sorry but we’re both… um… taken…”
“Indeed, it would be a pleasure but we’re in rather a hurry,” Ishida added, not wanting to be rude but noticing the signs of matchmaking when he saw it.
For a long instant, the shrine keeper took in the sight of them standing side by side. By now, Ishida had rested an arm around Ichigo’s waist, something he normally would not do in public. Yet somehow, he felt the increasing need to let people know the state of affairs in his personal life. Tapping his chin Higurashi finally said, “Ah well, worth a try. You youngsters take care, and are sure not to demolish any shrines…”
“Take care,” both of them said, relieved, and surprised at the man’s casual acceptance of how things were.
“Have fun hollow hunting!” he called as he picked up a broom and started sweeping up. Still bewildered the Quincy and Shinigami strode off.
“That was… different,” Ichigo muttered.
“I suppose if he’s seen and knows about Quincy and Shinigami it is not that far off to assume there are other things that would fail to distress him,” Ishida murmured in strange appreciation.
“What? A Quincy and a Shinigami working together?” Ichigo asked shrugging. Slowly Ishida reached for Ichigo’s hand and laced their fingers together.
“Whatever you say, Kurosaki,” he chuckled slightly. “But that was not quite what I meant precisely.”
Brows furrowed over amber eyes at this comment. An instant later, they relaxed only to lift high. “Wait… what you mean…”
“Exactly Kurosaki,” Ishida chuckled, looking out of the side of his glasses at his partner.
Now Ichigo flushed bright pink resembling his namesake. Not to be outdone he bent over and pecked the Quincy on the cheek. Both stopped and wrapped arms around each other in the shadow of a building. A soft kiss was shared, two pairs of eyes locking deep into one another’s with the secret understand that few words could express that this was one partnership that would continue for years to come.