Crash-Ichigo/Renji
Name: Crash
Paring: Hollow!Ichigo/Renji, a little Shirosaki/Ichigo
Warning: swearing, pain... sorta, sexual stimulations, spoilers for Bleach Anime
Rating: 18A
Disclaimer: (keep forgetting to do these lately) I don’t own Bleach. Wish I did... actually... I wish Akuni owned bleach. Yeah...Akuni should own bleach, not me.
Notes: XD I’m doing better! And this is beta'd. I totally wrote this to take my anger out… so yeah… Everything that happens in here is true… to the most part that is. But man... am I ever happy I can use my wrist now. Take THAT physio! HAHAHAHA. Also, I have heard the hollow side of Ichigo called ‘Hichigo’, but just recently, I have seen him called Shirosaki. So I shall use that name… it sounds…more fitting. It’s his own name then.
Today could possibly be Ichigo's worst day in his entire life.
First, he slept in because his alarm clock decided it no longer loved him. He never got breakfast or a proper shower, and he still was late for school. In first period he realized that in his rush out of his house he had forgotten half of his school work, and was forced to redo his home work for that class. Second period had him running after hollows, though he really was only missing P.E. He missed lunch for this reason. In third period, he was kicked out of class for talking, and it wasn't even his fault! Fourth period was spent on the roof, trying to calm down an angry Shirosaki who seemed to be yelling about 'Pathetic-ness' and 'who's whose bitch'. The poor teen couldn’t have wished for home time to come any later.
He trudged slowly down the street, book bag almost dragging on the ground as he neared his house. Upon opening the door to his house, however, Ichigo was bombarded by some one other then his father. This other was A LOT different then his father, for one thing, Ichigo rarely expected him to be in his house, much less have said person slamming a fist into his face. For no reason, that is.
"YOO~! ICHIGO! WELCOME HOME!" The fiery red head's smile was slapped across his face, almost splitting it in half. Isshin popped his head out from behind the Shinigami vice captain. "Oooh! Good job Renji-san! I am proud to call you my son."
Yuzu was first on the scene to help her brother up off the ground. "Ichi-nii! Are you ok? Renji-niisan! That was mean! You're worse then Daddy."
Renji scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Aww fine.’srry Ichigo. Yer dad was telling me how to greet yeh when you got home, an'-"
Ichigo was on his feet now, the air around him quickly chilling. "Renji..." the orange haired Shinigami spoke, voice full of barely controlled anger.”Leave. Now. I don't care why you're here, I just want you gone. I'm going to my room. Call me only for super." He then left, making his way up the stairs to his room, where he could hear Renji's frustrated reply, "Hey-You... I'M NOT DONE TALKING WITH YOU BASTA-" He cut the Shinigami off, slamming his bedroom's door, and dropping his book bag on his desk. Forgetting about taking off his uniform, he just dropped to his bed, head hitting the pillow. He sighed.
It took Renji a good 20 minutes to work up the guts to walk to Ichigo's door, with help from Karin and Yuzu. He wondered whether he should knock or not, but decided against it, and just opened the door. "Hey..." The Shinigami representative didn't respond. The red head walked in and shut the door, and took two steps closer to the teen. "You know, I am on vacation... that’s why I'm here. Yer dad said I could stay here, so I don't have ta freeload offa Urahara. I hope yeh don't mi-"
"I DO mind Renji! Why did you have to come to MY town for you're vacation? Isn't there any where nice in soul society? I'm not on vacation you know! I don't have time to show you around and baby sit you! So just leave!" The red head frowned.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You on drugs or somethin'? I haven't done any thing to yeh, and you're at my neck already!"
Ichigo still didn't look at the intruder, his face pointed in the opposite direction. "Don't go there Renji. Just... don't talk to me. Just leave would you?!"
The vice captain growled. "Hell no. I ain't leavin'. I wanna know what's got you in such a twist! Why yer bitin' my head off! What... did yeh screw up with some woman or somethin'? Or did you do somethin' stupid at school? Perhaps-" Ichigo was quick, even for being in his human body, and sooner then Renji would have ever expected, the orange haired boy's hand was fisted in his shirt, and he was pushed all the way back into the bedroom wall.
"You want to know what's wrong, eh? Ok, I'll let you in on my life, Renji, since you’re SO interested in it. My life is screwed up, and will always BE screwed up because of hollows and Shinigami and being the 'good guy'. I didn't ask for this! I was 15 years old! I wanted to protect my family, for some guilt given reason. And when I had succeeded in that, I found myself wrapped up in a tail of problems that I can never get rid of. I didn't ask for Rukia to give me all of her powers! If she wouldn't have done that, then I never would have met you or that fucking bastard Byakuya. I wouldn't have felt obligated to go to soul society to save her, and risk my friend’s life. I wouldn't have given up my life to become half hollow and have it torture my every day life and my sleep at night. I found myself so fucking deep in this god damn life style that I gave up! I gave up on trying to stop and go back, and I just decided to go forward. But it's destroying me! I Have nearly died more then 50 times, and for the hell of it, I'm scared. But, Shinigami aren't aloud to be scared, ain't that right? No, they have to face Aizen and Arrankar, and be expected to follow the 'safe rules' of soul society. Is it too much to ask for some part of my life to be normal? Can I not be a normal high school student, and go to school and get good grades, and come home and do normal teenager stuff? NO! I HAVE RISK MY NECK AT SCHOOL TO KILL THOSE FUCKING HOLLOWS! I HAVE TO PUSH MY FRIENDS AWAY, MY FAMILY AND LIFE TO FOLLOW THE LIFE STYLE I NEVER WANTED. And yet, you have the gall to show up in my house, all hunky-dory, with not a care in the world, and ask ME what the hell is wrong with ME?! WELL YOU KNOW WHAT?! FUCK YOU! FUCK SOUL SOCIETY! FUCK EVERY ONE! I DON'T NEED ANY OF YOU ANY MORE! NO... I GOT A NICE FRIEND I CAN CHAT WITH LIVING IN MY HEAD. SO GET OUT! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, AND TAKE EVERY THING WITH YOU AND GET THEM OUT OF MY FUCKING LIFE!"
Renji didn't exactly know what he wanted to say to the Shinigami. He didn't know if he was angry with the teen or sad for him. But he wasn't given much chance to think about it. He was quickly pushed outside the door, and jumped back so not to get hit as it was slammed shut. He listened as Ichigo swore and plummeted his fist into something hard. He turned away from the door, and headed down the stairs. He didn't look up to acknowledge Ichigo's worried sisters, and simply opened the door to the house and left. Renji didn’t know where he was going to go, but he knew he shouldn’t go far. Ichigo needed him, even if he said the opposite.
He was headed down the street, with no direction in particular, and didn’t bother to look up when he crossed the streets. His head was some where else completely, and he had entirely forgotten he was on Earth. If the red head had been paying attention, perhaps he would have seen that the light was red. Perhaps he would have heard the honking horn on time, and the screeching wheels. Perhaps, he would have looked up in time to miss getting hit by the SUV.
Ichigo hadn’t looked out the window to watch his friend leave. He hadn’t, actually, meant to yell at him like that. The many holes in his wall showed that. He sat on the bed now, breathing heavily as he sucked on his bloody knuckles. Tears stung at his eyes, screaming to be let out as he replayed his words to the vice captain. ‘He looked so sad and shocked when I pushed him out of the room. I should have apologized…’
A voice in the back of his head laughed manically. ‘Not that that would have done you any good, King. Wouldn’t blame the guy if he took you’re word and never talked to you again.’
The orange haired teen gripped his skull, squeezing his eye’s shut. ‘Keep out of this, Shirosaki. It’s none of your business. Just shut up and go back to your little hole in the back of my soul.’ The laugh came again, only this time it seemed closer.
‘None of my business? It sure is Kingy. I am you and you are me. Was I ever proud of you, taking charge of your life. And you even mentioned me! Aw, I feel loved. You should have let me out. I could have made SURE that brat didn’t come back.’
The Shinigami representative growled. ‘Renji is my friend. This is you’re fault that I’m mad! None of what I said was true, none of it. I would be nothing without Rukia and Renji and the rest of them. This is my life now, I have accepted it. I just wish YOU’D accept the fact that you have no impact on anything I do! Now GET OUT OF MY HEAD!’ The dark presence in his heart slowly lifted, but before it left entirely, the hollow’s face appeared in his mind, smirking.
‘Don’t forget, I-chi-go sama. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your lowly life. You’re going to have to warm up to me some time. And when you do, I’ll try to make sure this horse doesn’t kick you in the face.’ The image disappeared, along with the evil feeling inside of him. The teen felt a little relieved, and let out a sigh. He looked up, however, when he heard someone running up the stairs, and watched as a teary eyed Yuzu ran into his room. “Ichi-niisan! Renji… It’s Renji-niisan! He was… He was hit by a car!”
The guilt Ichigo felt was almost unbearable. Staring at the red headed Shinigami, laying unconscious on a hospital bed in his family’s clinic, right arm in a cast and head bandaged up made him sick to his stomach. “He should wake up pretty soon, Ichigo” The teen looked towards his father, who was leaning against the door frame looking at some charts and papers. “Lucky, he doesn’t have a concussion, just a pretty banged up arm and a cut head. But he won’t be able to swing that sword of his for a while… unless you can get Inoue to look at it.”
Isshin caught his son’s surprised face and smirked. “Don’t look at me like that. I may seem like an idiot, but I know a lot more then you think I do, especially about you and your friends.” He walked over and patted Ichigo’s shoulder. “He’ll still be here tomorrow son, so get some rest. You look horrible.”
The orange haired boy looked down solemnly. “Actually, if it is ok… I’m going to be staying here until he wakes up. I have an apology to make…” The man shrugged and turned, heading for the door. Closing the door behind him, the Shinigami father chuckled lightly and sighed. “Teenagers…”
Ichigo waited a few moments to make sure his father left before he stood up and moved his chair closer to his friend. “Renji… we-I need to talk to you. Some of the stuff I said… I didn’t mean it. I had no right to say any of that or take it out on you. You were just trying to help, I know that now.” He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “You know… I must be the biggest fuck tard in the world. Everyone thinks of me as this great Shinigami that helped save Seireitei twice. Some think I’m just this annoying little brat who shouldn’t stick his head in where it doesn’t belong.” He laughs half heartedly. “I’m not even that. I don’t know what I am any more. I can’t stand the company of others, I get angry at my friends for nothing, and it just seems like I don’t care for anything.” Ichigo rubs his forehead. “It was really hard for me to believe that you- the guy I used to hate so much wanted to help me. It angered me to think that you thought you were ‘higher’ then me and ‘knew everything and could solve all’. But really... maybe I just didn’t want to be saved. Maybe I have dug myself such a deep hole that I no longer think I can be saved… maybe-.”
He stopped when he heard a groan and looked over to his companion. Renji opened one eye groggily and smacked his lips. “Can’t a guy get some sleep without having to hear you be emo? Fucking hell Ichigo…”
The Shinigami representative stood and helped his friend sit up. “Me? Fucking hell you Renji! You got hit by a car, you freak! What on earth were you doing?”
The red head moaned and clutched his head. “Thinking about you…” Ichigo looked at him, a little taken back.
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah… after you yelled at me and practically threw me out of the house, I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said... and I guess I got a little disoriented and forgot that I was crossing the street.”
Ichigo looked down at his hands still lying softly on his friend’s arm and frowned. “Renji, I-.”
“No, Ichigo, stop. I heard what yah were saying before and stop. I get it, yeah? I understand that yah don’t want to talk about it… and I probably will never really understand what yer going through and everything, but every ones got problems, yah know? So ours aren’t da same, what difference does it make? If we both share a little about our selves’ maybe we can find some way of… of making both of us happy!”
Renji’s innocent smile made it very difficult not to laugh at the obvious insinuations that came from that sentence. ‘Wait a minute… what am I thinking?! WHAT insinuations?! Who-?’ He heard laughter in the back of his mind, and he just knew what was coming. ‘Who said it was YOU that was doing the thinking, eh kingy?’
Ichigo was suddenly sucked inside himself, and he soon found his eyes falling onto the white copy of himself. ‘That Abari bastard is looking pretty good at the moment, eh I-chi-go sama?’ The hollow drawled out his name, advancing on the teen. ‘You yelled you’re brains out at him, and here he is apologizing to you. You owe him big time.’
The Shinigami shook its head. ‘No, you stupid hollow. I know that look. Hell, that is MY look, I know what it means. Renji is my friend, don’t touch him you freak!’ Shirosaki cackled, already face to face with its human counterpart. ‘Freak? That’s oddly amusing, seeing as you brought this upon you’re self. Don’t touch him you say? Would you rather I got you to do it?’
Ichigo’s eyes narrowed into a glare. ‘Make me? You think YOU can make me? I don’t follow you’re rules, hollow. I’m your master, the “king” as you say. Don’t try and use you’re boneless threats.’
The white teen hummed in an amusing way, and licked its finger seductively. ‘Oh? You don’t think so? Want to test that?’ Shirosaki’s hands were on the Shinigami so fast, Ichigo didn’t have time to register what was happening until he felt it’s warm breath on his neck. ‘What are you… who do you think you are?! Step away, get off of me!’
The hollow paid no attention to the orange haired boy’s angry shouts. Its hands slid roughly up and down the teen’s clothed chest, its fingers dancing carefully here and there. ‘You will listen to me from here on out, Ichigo. It’s a pain in the ass being trapped in here for days on end with no action. You won’t let me fight, and well… sex IS the next best thing.’ Its fingers tapped the teen’s pant’s line, grinning to see he had the Shinigami frozen in attention. As its hand slowly slid down the front of his pants, Shirosaki hissed into Ichigo’s neck. ‘I know what you want. Remember, I am you, and you are me. Do just this one thing for me, and I’ll listen to you from here on out.’ Its hands firmly grasped the hardening member and stroked it slowly. Ichigo’s knees felt weak, like they were turning mushy and he felt a great urge to want to buck into the hand that grasped him. ‘Wha… what do you want?’ The hollows smirk grew, and it lifted its mouth to his ear to whisper something to the teen.
Renji had begun to worry when his friend had failed to reply to his statement. He watched him cautiously as his head seemed to slump down. “…Ichigo?” The Shinigami representative seemed to be out of it and this worried Renji more. “Yo… Ichigo! Don’t fall a sleep here yah bastard! Get yer ass outta here an’ go to yer own room!” He waited, and there still was no sign from the teen. The vice captain sifted uncomfortably, as the air seemed to thicken unsettling. When the teen finally did move after 5 minutes of awkward silence, Renji almost jumped out of his bed. “Well it’s about time yah fricken jack ass! Mataku, falling a sleep just like that. You good fer nuttin-.” He stopped, his words catching in his mouth as he watched Ichigo raise his head. Though, he wasn’t sure this was Ichigo. “…I… chigo?”
The orange haired boy’s shoulders started to shake as he threw back his head in laugher. “Boy… I can’t believe he actually let me. I suppose I shouldn’t waste this then.” He turned his head to stare at the red head, smirking evilly. Renji pushed back into the pillows of the bed, trying feebly to get away for this thing that wasn’t his friend. “Who are you? Where did Ichigo just go?”
The thing laughed again, advancing slowly towards the Shinigami vice captain. “Where did he go? What are you talking about? The king is still here” it patted his chest. “He’s just letting me borrow his body for the moment. We made a deal after all. He held his end of the bargain, so I should return the favor.” It licked its lips and gave Renji a once over. “After this… that is.”
The red head gritted his teeth and pushed back more. “King? Then you’re the… Hollow.” He looked at its black eyes, with their eerie yellow centers. He remembered those eyes, and remembered what usually followed them. Pain, which he had had enough of that day.
“Ho? Please, call me Shirosaki. ‘Hollow’ is such a, weird name to call some one when you’re about to get intimate.” It grabbed Renji’s pant leg, and the man swung his arm up in defense.
“Intimate? Yah gotta be kiddin’ me! Get yer ass offa me!” Shirosaki caught his arm and pushed it over his head. It moved onto the bed, straddling his legs and leaning down until its nose touched his. “I’m not leaving, not yet.” Renji snarled and tried to fight off the hollow, but it just tisked him. “Now now, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Kick me some place unpleasant, and Ichigo will be feeling it later. I don’t think you will want to deal with him. Plus, you’re injured. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt any more from this.” Its lips lowered and pressed into the Shinigami’s ear lobe. “At least, not too hurt…”
Ichigo sat somewhere in his mind, breathing heavily. ‘What just happened? What did I just agree to? Oh god… what have I just doomed Renji with?’ He closed his eyes and tried to focus, tried to gain back control, but he knew he was powerless. He had made a deal, no matter how selfish and disgusting it was, and he had to keep it. ‘Or something bad might happen. It might attack some one… like Yuzu or Karin.’ The best Ichigo could do was get an image from Shirosaki’s eyes, and what he saw perked his interest. ‘Renji looks… flushed. He’s trying to hide it under anger, but its obvious he’s very…turned on at the moment.’ Heat rose in the teen cheeks as he slapped him self into check. ‘Hold it hold it, what are you getting so embarrassed about, you loser. It’s that thing putting on the moves, not you!’ He sighed, and peaked at the image again. ‘But he is in my body, and despite the different eyes, we are the same.’ His cocked twitched and he groaned. ‘God damn it it’s like watching a fucking porno movie. I can’t do this here!’ He slapped himself a few more times, and covered his eyes still blushing profusely.
Renji’s hospital gown had been removed, and the Ichigo copy had all but made its self comfortable atop of the red head. Its lips and tongue sucked their way down the toned body, receiving pleased little groans and throaty moans in return. As it reached the Shinigami’s navel, Renji let out a small choked cry. “Hold on… wait… no stop”
“Not in this life time, idiot. I’m finishing what I started…” It slid its fingers slowly up the Shinigami’s sex, and earned a hearty growl.
“Then… if yer gunna-ah! Don’t tease!” The Hollow smirked and rearranged its self.
“As you wish… tono” Its lips fell softly on the head, licking down the underside of the length. Renji gripped the bed sheets and panted. This was all going wrong very quickly. He knew this was not Ichigo, and he knew this should not turn him on this much, but it didn’t help. It looked like him, his touch was his, and the red head’s sense of rightness had just left the building. ‘I wonder… ahn! What, Ichigo is thinking about this? I wonder… what he- what we will be like after… agn…’ Shirosaki had taken most of him in his mouth, sucking gently, and his hands were compensation for what wasn’t taken. The vice captain was trying his hardest to keep his hips from bucking into the warmness that surrounded his erection, and his eyes kept glancing down at the being between his legs. It caught his eye and smirked, sucking hard then and running it’s hands down to fondle the Shinigami’s balls. He opened his eyes wide and flung his hand to the back of the hollow’s head, gripping the bright orange hair. “Oh… FUCK…. Yes!” He could tell he was close.. Oh so very close. “Please… almost there… mooore!” It got the hint and sped up the pace, smirking around Renji in his mouth as sweet sounds erupted from the man. White exploded in Renji’s eyes as he screamed out through his release. “ICHIGOO!!”
Ichigo felt himself being wicked quickly some where, and he opened his eyes to find he was back in control of his body. He looked up, screamed, and jumped off the man he had been laying atop of, who was still clearly naked. “FUCKING CHRIST RENJI! Don’t! Don’t…ah…uhhm…” He closed his mouth, swirling his tongue around in his mouth. There was a weird taste, but it wasn’t horrible. He heard a grunt and braced himself for yelling. But, thankfully, it didn’t come.
“So… he was… nice” The teen stared at the man.
“Nice? NICE?! That thing is fucking annoying! A royal pain in the ass! He is NEVER coming out again… Mataku, just for something like that-.”
“That was actually VERY nice, yah moron.” The red head smirked. “Course, it did help that he had yer looks…”
Ichigo’s face turned a new shade of red, and quickly backed away from his friend. “That’s enough of this! I’m going to sleep! Pervert! Don’t come near me! GAH I’m surrounded by Perverts! Around me and in me- NO WAIT THAT SOUNDED WRONG! DAMN IT!” The orange haired boy turned around and ran out of the room very quickly, running down the hall and to his room.
Renji just chuckled, fixing his clothing and bed sheets. “Well, at least he ain’t emo any more. I hope that helped… some what…” He leaned back and closed his eyes, trying to go back to sleep, but his face kept turning to a smirk. “…I wonder if Ichigo needs any help with that boner he’s got…”
*Mataku- jeeze
*tono- lord
*Shinigami- death god