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[fanfiction] Hollow

Title: Hollowed
Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo / Shinji Hirako
Rating: Red
Warnings: Lemon, Yaoi, Oneshot
Word Count: 3897 Summary
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Hirako sent him into a rage because they admit to being as would mean denying his human nature. Yet all he had done until then. Protect
..? Word useless.
friends ..? People unnecessary.
Ichigo ..? Re useless.
is what would be left of him and his life if he left out that monster.
Nothing.
Author's Note: Ok, I decided to post this too xD 'began as a prompt for the BDT but since it was still taking my partner, my languish and die xD However, upstream of it. The prompt was "Yellow" and I have a real VENERATION for Shinji, and then here a crack fic (but sometimes), more or less the volume set between 24 and 25. Anyway, it is the fault Now you xD I got the fixed post what I have written so far on Bleach xD



Ichigo Kurosaki hated yellow.
not any yellow, not lemon nor the fluorescent.
hated yellow.
Especially someone who shamelessly sported a hairstyle that of color.
Ichigo began to think that yellow persued him when he began to see the hair of all the people who knew of the bloody tinge.
were many days that had come to school? Not more than ten. And how many times had Tampin? Too many to count them all.
In short, he was hounded by a deficient yellow-haired with a smile in your face irritating.
At that moment he was trying to get home without being caught.
vain.
"Hey, Ichigo! I'll walk you home, let's go! "Even his voice, it upsets me terribly. In all reality upsets him terribly but it does not go to find the hair egg.
After the story was always the same.
The blond who asked him to go into Vizard, Ichigo is pissed, he tried (unsuccessfully) to pull his fist, he was furious, and what followed it up at home talking on and on. A script is now repeated at least two or three times a day, depending on the luck or bad luck (depending on the point of view) he had.
That day he fared particularly badly. It was already the fifth time I could find out, and Ichigo, that day, he felt unwell more than usual.
And all for what? For the monster it had inside.
monster whose voice had tormented him, attacked him and struck him like a breath of poisonous air, they scratch, rip, every time, hope that he might have to do it.
Why Ichigo was scared, a fear of letting go fucking.
And the Hollow, he knew it, the bastard, he knew that all he wanted was a moment he lost control to come out. And he was there, waiting, waiting with that sadistic grin on his face white, waiting with Zangetsu on his back, as white him. He stood there and waited to oust King that spineless that he found himself as a jockey.
was pissed at the Hollow, much better than it was for him the same situation.
She could not stand to stay in at that place did nothing but rain lately. And he hated the water. She could not stand and waiting, ready to throw his and deposed prince with a whore in the balls.
Ichigo And all this anger, this whole sadistic expectation, the felt, the felt in every minute, every hour of his days. He felt with every fiber of his being, as if the scream that being white, as if the hole is white on a black background did increasingly large, increasingly, to swallow up everything around him.
including Ichigo.
That mask streaked in red, blood?, Staring at him every time he closed his eyes.
And he could not help it.
Hirako sent him into a rage because they admit to being as would mean deny his human nature. Yet all he had done until then.
Protect ..? Word useless.
friends ..? People unnecessary.
Ichigo ..? Re useless.
is what is left of him and his life if he left out that monster.
None.
Only rubble and mangled bodies.
And he could not afford. He was the one who protects .
Becoming a Vizard meant him out.
No.
would not do that.
had now arrived in front of his house when Hirako stopped and turned slowly toward him, throwing a sideways glance.
Ichigo did not understand him, that boy.
Even when he was the idiot his eyes were always impenetrable, you never knew what he was thinking. At that moment he felt the shinigami plumbed the depths of his soul to the one staring. Seemed to be see the Hollow inside him growling like an animal to be released, separated from the freedom from a mere layer of glass. Too much, too, too fragile.
looked away without even realizing it, and Shinji, unseen, grimaced in disgust.
The kid was not even able to accept his nature, let alone the shadow inside him.
"Come, we must talk" His voice was dry, authoritative, and Ichigo could not help but obey, making drag as a kid on the roof of his house.
Il suo sguardo, sempre imperscrutabile, lo inchiodava al terreno.
“Se continui così…” La sua voce, calma e bassa, lo fece rabbrividire.
Una pausa che sembrò durare intere ore.
“Non puoi continuare così, shinigami. Se non fai qualcosa, tempo meno di un mese e l’Hollow dentro di te prenderà il sopravvento e verrai ucciso”
Una scossa elettrica percorse di colpo tutta la colonna the boy's spine.
NO!
took the inside, would undertake not to release it, do not ...
"Keep the Hollow control is not a matter of head and a bit 'strengths, shinigami "The cold him, having understood what goes through my head the other. "Cos'avresti going to do? Repress all my life? And if you pissed off with the wrong person, what do you do? You kill because you have lost and he took control? "
He crouched beside him, still semi-sitting and upset on the concrete floor, and went up to his ear. His voice was low, husky. His breath was hot, hot. A long series of chills went down his ear to his neck, running lower and lower.
"Or ... In a situation like this ..."
With one finger, ran through the jaw, neck, chest along the breastbone to the navel.
He stopped at that point feeling Ichigo suppress a muffled sob. Then he descended slowly, without rushing through the crotch. A shudder ran through the boy, while vainly clawing the ground to not lose control.
"I let it go for only a few minutes and he massacred her in your question."
Shinji pulled away slowly, leaving the boy gasping breath.
"You can not repress all my life, Ichigo. Come with me and I'll teach you to keep it at bay. I no longer have to choose "
With a last look enigmatic, rose slightly to drop to the ground.
Ichigo leaned not to see but also from the bottom Shinji continued to stare, wondering if that guy had enough balls to go to him.
Then he turned and walked away with the usual lazy walk.

The following days were hell for Ichigo.
Hirako's words continued to swirl in his mind like a flock of butterflies gone mad. And he did not know what to do.
Go?
not go?
What it meant to do one or the other choice?
go and to lose his humanity?
[ gain power to protect ]
not repress it and go as he had done so far?
[ then he will crush because his desire for freedom is stronger than your strength ]
And then ...
Ulquiorra.
In a sense it was thanks to him that you finally decided.
him and her.
Yes, because the words of Rukia had not done anything but open his eyes ...

dell'Hollow If you have fear inside of you then it becomes the strong to crush him.
How could speak of a thing without knowing anything? Without knowing what it was? Without knowing how it felt fucking impotent?
How could become even stronger if he was afraid to fight the terror that gained the upper hand? Who killed all those who loved him?
What did she know that the loved one who had already lost?
How could he tell us how to beat a fear like that, even if she had defeated her, ghosts?
And so decided.

"How do you feel ... Ichigo?"
"Ah. Not bad ... "

he woke up feeling thick on all sides.
distinctly hear even the muscles that could not have beat.
Then he realized that he was lying and to have something vaguely soft under him. He tried to open my eyes and noticed to be lying on what looked like a futon in a room of concrete with a small window.
Like the circles that are formed in the water after it was launched a rock, so the memories of what had happened in the last hours came to his mind tired.
Finally the voice in his head had gone out that day and had not slept so well.
He felt reassured because he had finally realized that he could beat .
"Yo, Ichigo"
He turned his head slowly and notice the figure sitting on the only table in this room, one leg folded against the body, the other dangling. His back against the wall in a lazy pose, same smile, the usual impenetrable expression.

"Hi ... ... ra ko"
He felt his throat dry, he could not even talk about red-hot needles without feeling dead.
The boy sighed with an amused smile on his face the bastard, then waved him out the pitcher of water with a glass on the other side of the bed.
He clenched his teeth blasted with a look that anyone would spread.
Well, obviously anyone other than him merely to broaden the smile and chuckle.
Continuing to try to kill him with a look, at least he tried to sit on but a tight back when he was about to make him give his arm stopped him in time.
He had even heard around, damn it!
was just in a bad ...
He raised his glass to his lips cut tasting liquid that's so cool that brought at least some 'of relief.
He raised a hand to his neck trying to ease the tension showed no signs of leaving, he seemed to be a wooden dummy. Then he went back, feeling a distinct "crack" that made him grumble for the pain.
"Of course there are just gone light "Ichigo muttered with a hint of acidity.
"Either you or us. And then it was fun to step on your gourd this for a while '. "
" Listen to that pulpit ... "
Ichigo was just acid.
But there was nothing to be surprised.
That arm resting on her back and one hand on his arm spread warmth really impossible to ignore. And at the shinigami did not like not knowing what was going on.
That damn bastard seemed to do it on purpose.
It was even more convinced when those fingers of evil began to make slow circles on her shoulder.
It certainly was when he felt his breath against his ear.
"What is it, Ichigo ? Fear of losing control? "
He clenched his teeth, so if you still would have eaten them, trying to ignore him and increasingly urgent desire to scream.
"YES! THEREFORE LEVATI off! "
But of course he did not say.
Ichigo Kurosaki that it never shows its weaknesses.
Shinji Hirako Apart from that it was he who had seen it transformed into a Hollow, his greatest weakness, but not looking the needle in the haystack. After all, Ichigo, at that time, was not keen to run the head.
"Of course not. Now I beat the hollow. And I'm not afraid. "He said rather contemptuously, staring into the eyes firmly. Too bad that did not work very well, forced by the amused look to lower their own.
Shinji Hirako definitely put him in awe.
He was limited, of course, to giggle, immensely amused by the boy so stubbornly stubborn, so stubborn to be almost willfully ignore all the signs that his body sent him.
He saw how she was shuddering, biting his lips as he saw not know what to do, I saw that look, god, that look!, Fixed on a point in front of him with his brow furrowed.
was so extraordinarily fun to watch him think about what was going on, imagine all those gears that moved
simultaneously to provide a plausible answer to his brain.
He felt almost instigated to do something to embarrass him.
Ichigo was so damn naive. Naive and stubborn, a combination that made him think that perhaps could do something about the damn perverse.
giggled again, licking his lips were close to the ear
of that boy, and slowly moved behind him.
She took the lobe between his teeth and sucking slightly Ichigo jumped without a groan caught hold. A shiver through him all along the spine, still stiff and stiffening.
Shinji smiled, continuing what he was doing, deeply excited and slightly amused by the situation.
The kid had a really exciting voice, when he wanted. His hands moved in front, stroking his chest and slipping between the edges of what remained of shihakusho, quartered from the monster that he could not dominate more than a couple of hours earlier. Still amazed that the boy had in his hands, so malleable, so naive, it was the same who had kicked his ass in the hollow. Not that he had much choice, for charity, but it was incredible.
"What the fuck ... are you ... doing ...?!?"
not even had enough breath to say the whole phrase attached ...
The blond chuckled again against his ear, sending you a rush of chills in contact with the hot breath against his ear wet now.
"An experiment. How long will it take to lose control? "
Ichigo tried to turn his head but his vertebrae protested cheerfully.
"I'll help you to rearrange the bones because I have an innate sense for volunteering"
he chuckled with a smile that bastard did shine even more than perfect teeth. It looked like a hyena in front of a carcass.
"Bastard ... AH!"
hands had reached my nipples and began to torture them meticulously. He tilted his head and pulling out his tongue, he began to lick the indolence portion of skin before him. Then, quietly, put his lips at that point and began to suck.
Ichigo, who was already holding my breath, released it abruptly with a whimper to hold back.
He felt burning.
Those lips, that tongue ...
rests his head back to lean on his shoulder, completely abandoned in those hands, hot, hot, so terribly experienced to know exactly where to touch to do die.
She was going to fire every inch of skin was inflamed and covered and uncovered tingling, crossed by small thrills that made him gasp and jump.
And then there was that hand ...
That damn sadistic hand that was resting on the navel, close, too close to loosening datejime ... I was sending out of your mind. On the one hand he wanted them there, still and not move even one inch for not further compromise, the other cried out loud at his lust, screaming from pleasure just waiting for that hand moves down, it touched, caressed him, and the stringesse masturbate vigorously until it come.
panting, Ichigo, while terribly erotic images crossed his mind, panting, while the one hand, the other wandered undisturbed on his body.
came to a nipple and began to touch him with a fingertip, then made small concentric circles and began to pinch a little. He noticed that Shinji was sitting behind him with his legs when open, stretched his arms to try to claw the futon, he met the smooth fabric of his pants, stretched over a pair of legs slender but muscular.
She pressed against him, pressed his palms on his legs, he tried in every way to stiffen up to avoid being overwhelmed by the wave of heat, not to feel that pleasure so terribly buffeted by increasingly strong more and more pungent.
useless.
Meanwhile, the guy behind him went undaunted to lick and suck every bit of skin to happen before. Then with a sudden movement, a hand on her back and moved another, finally, its member now wet and throbbing.
pushed him forward slightly so that his back, with a few scratches and bruises, was completely at the mercy of his tongue, he began, diligent, to spend on each vertebra and each rib. The other hand, however, wrapped himself slowly against his erection, taking a caress so slight and almost imperceptible.
Ichigo without even gasping for breath as he began to moan uncontrollably, undecided whether to try to follow his own or that damn hand.
Then his hand moved slowly, sadistically and away entirely with the language and the whole body of the boy. The shinigami tried to catch his breath while he felt it move behind his back, pretending to ignore the obvious erection that soared between the legs, the fabric is now torn free dall'impiccio around his body semi-relaxed. Leaning with his arms vainly tried to pass himself off futon that will that took him, to extinguish the fire that seemed ardergli fires every nerve ending in my veins.
And finally ...
Ichigo, always supported by his arms, threw her head back with a scream, arching her back in contact with the body of the Vizard, suddenly astride him.
And that fucking bastard giggle.
Actually no, he was just grinning.
shook teeth up to hear it creak so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing him moan for him.
But the more he pulled back and try not to meet the body of the blond, the more he leaned toward his face, until you are almost lying on him, leaning on their palms, pasted from the body & rsquo ; navel down.
And Ichigo could no longer ignore the shivers those caused by rubbing, stroking those involuntary, by the feeling of his bare skin against the clothes of the other.
Shinji's mouth, now at of his ear, something seemed to hiss and the shinigami needed a few minutes because his words get to her brain fogged.
"Hey, Ichigo, you lose your head for so little ? Continuing so I did not take long ... So I do not do that much fun ... "
Unfortunately the boy was too busy trying to breathe in order to meet that challenge, and this did not make clear that provide fun Moreover, the blonde settled down to a gentle push with the pelvis, going to meet his quivering excitement.
responded to this provocation, pure and good.
He suddenly raised his creaking all the bones from the spine, making them all back in their place. Fortunately, Ichigo was too excited to feel the pain of that and perhaps risky gesture was for the best views of all the whining that he had done no more than a few minutes before.
bastard's smile widened even more by sensing the body respond to stress so damn spontaneous so small. The only made me want to tease even more and even deeper. Hearing him scream of pleasure had its appeal, really.
Then he began to move his mouth down, tracing a trail that started wet from the neck to the nipples, where he stopped to torture them a bit ', and continue licking each rib under the skin so ; smooth.
Ichigo was gone from the moans groans even before his tongue touched the skin. The slide was long enough to feel his body, rubbing against his body, capitulate to it.
Language meanwhile dropped down even more, reaching to the navel where he paused for an unusually long time just to get that crazy orange-haired Pandora. It was exciting to know that there was someone still so extraordinarily innocent sixteen.
Then he bowed and began to lick the tip of the shiny red and excitement of the boy, taking him by surprise, using the language with a skill that takes your breath away. It did not take long for the cries of the boy did you ever frequent, deeper and deeper. When the Vizard began to slowly but methodically sucking deeply, the moans turned into screams that did nothing but increase the self-satisfaction of Shinji.
That mouth, hot, humid, hot, I was sucking!
Christ, it hardly ... capacitive
But everything was real, the cavity was real hot, the lava that flowed in his veins burn the body was real, those chills always stronger than traveling along the spinal column were real!
She was getting hotter, with each passing minute, the dark, which was entrenched by closing their eyes when it all started, as was being ripped apart by a light growing and increasingly white.
Then he felt a wet finger brush against the anus, press lightly making her shiver.
pressed and released, without really having the intention to enter.
And Ichigo felt increasingly impatient, waiting for more something which, until recently, did not even know the existence, a pleasure so intense as to stun.
Then came the finger, slowly sliding up to the first phalanx, ignoring the slight resistance he met. And he continued undaunted to suck quell'erezione redder and redder and harder and harder.
The shinigami felt harpooned and dragged down, as if not only the blood but also all its essence, was dragged to that center of pleasure, to that ...
Ichigo screamed.
A scream louder and more desperate precedents, which left him exhausted and bent, his fingers clawed at the futon now completely crumpled.
The point that finger had touched, and that was going on in touch while relentlessly sucked, had bathed in such a rush of heat to let annihilated, one charge of lust that had left him baffled even himself.
reached out blindly searching and encountering a few locks of his fine blond hair. With one click I grabbed one, pulling, trying to make him understand that now there was almost not take it anymore ...
With a groan was exalted into the mouth of the boy, that he merely tightened his lips and swallowing. Not that crazy thing he did but for once there could be, did not want to mess unnecessarily his futon.
He held it in her mouth until she began to relax then released, after cleaning it thoroughly with his tongue.
His grin, of course, had not disappeared, indeed, seemed to have even accentuated.
Undoubtedly it was fun to embarrass that boy so terribly arrogant.
riadagiò is again upon him, against strusciandoglisi blew in his ear.
surprisingly intimate friends in the shinigami did not seem to get enough attention and returned smarter than before.
With a sadistic smile on his face stood up dusting off the dust from the clothes objectively imaginary.
Ichigo opened his eyes suddenly, realizing that the shit had really going to leave it there in those conditions.
"Bastard," he grumbled affected.
Sudden bent over him, shoving a finger deep looking back then so sensitive. He found it immediately, making new arch Ichigo vigorously shaken by that wave of excitement so strong that it was investing without mercy. Then that went out as fast as the finger had penetrated.
"Asshole, yes, but not repressed"
His grin was sadistic, amused. With a chuckle he turned and walked toward the door with his shamble.
front of it and stopped, without turning around, muttered
"Ten minutes, Ichigo. Ten minutes. When you can maintain the form for ten consecutive minutes, then we will finish what we started. "
said this came out.
What happened next was quite predictable.
Ichigo doth a string of curses as to make a longshoreman blush, and the only coherent thought that crossed his mind before letting fly his hand down toward that quell'erezione clamoring
to be met, was that, at least, made him more back hurt

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Fic: What the heck do you have in mind?

Title: What on earth do you have in mind?
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Ikkaku / Yumichika
Beta: Ellepi
Genre: erotic
PWP Rating: NC-17
Warnings: descriptive sex scenes, slash
Wordcount: 747 ( fiumidiparole )
Notes: my last effort on these two vines SeCSE \u0026lt;3, written for the p0rnfest # 3 of fanfic_italia with prompt Bleach, Ikkaku / Yumichika, "What the hell is on your mind?" and ispiratami from episode 229. But how much I love them \u0026lt;/ p>

Demand for Keigo had something legitimate, he had to admit, but probably, his temper had endured too much abuse of Mizuho and the laughter of Ichigo, Rukia, and last but not least, Yumichika - then in hindsight it was just his fault that he found himself in this situation, damn.

It was why, then, Keigo when he came home and had stared wide-eyed, ranting that "What the heck do you have in mind? - He had seen no more, and had threatened him with his katana of wood. Okay, he threatened him with the katana always, but at that moment was really about to shove down your throat and make him come out the other side. Fortunately Yumichika had distracted enough with the new crisis giggling, to make it growl and threaten death, resulting in the implementation of his words. But Yumichika held his head and he knew, after all this time spent with him, how to take it the right way and make it calm. A closer look

Yumichika always knew what to do when it came to him, tell him how things without him trying to kill him in some way or rasarlo zero only for spite.

And even then, like all others, Yumichika had managed to empty it every murderous desire against any party: he had enough in the guest room block and slam the door, stick his tongue in my mouth with a touch of vehemence Ikkaku who sent the blood to the brain. Yumichika had left jerk on his knees with a groan obscene and had quickly unbuttoned jeans, lowering them in one shot with the inner and not to waste any more time to swallow in a single, anxious sigh.

Ikkaku had banged his head against the wooden door and closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation of sinking into her mouth warm and soft, had stuck his fingers through his hair and caressed him that, with care, while it sucked quiet, licking the entire length, focusing on the glans, tickling the cut before recovering only the chapel in his mouth and suck and had a hand wrapped around the rod and had masturbated, according to the staccato rhythm head, moaning from time to time when his grip on her hair has grown.

Ikkaku had gasped, tensing the muscles of the legs and back for a moment, before giving the reservoir a slow swing but authoritative, Yumichika that forced him to accelerate, although slightly, his. He felt it humming and puffing, and focused on him, the pleasure was giving her lips stretched to accommodate it.

opened his eyes, bowing his head slightly to one side to focus on the figure of his companion crouched between her legs and groaned loudly. Yumichika's eyes narrowed and fixed on sex tight in his hand, which allowed rapid lappatine the glans and cut, while masturbating quickly. Ikkaku pursed his lips and yanked by the hair and forced him to take it back in your mouth and let fuck your mouth dry and fast thrusts. The only thing that did was moan in response and increase the pace of his hand on his member, lowering his eyelids and Ikkaku was leaving to lead the game. And god, adored when Ikkaku Yumichika gave him so.

The water snapped a couple of times and then finally the orgasm hit, leaving him exhausted on the door of the room.

When he opened his eyes, Yumichika faced him with a satisfied smile and her lips still shiny, eyes bright with malice and whispered See? I always know how to calm . Ikkaku looked up to heaven and just snorted, pulling him by the wrist and around her waist.

-Better? - Asked the other in a whisper, stroking his face and temples, then putting his fingers through the strands of fake wig.

-Mh .- said, stretching to his lips for a kiss. The mouth greeted him with a smile and be able to relax even more than the rest. Ikkaku looked at his companion in the eye and gave him an amused half-smile in response to ghignetto proud that saw check on her beautiful lips.

Pride for power that, despite everything, he had on him or that he could, once again, to fool and convince him to do what he wanted?

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[fanfiction] ETERNAL WAIT

Title: Eternal Wait
Characters: Arisawa Tatsuki / Orihime Inoue
Rating: Yellow
Word Count: 1834 (word)
Warnings: Shoujo-ai, Oneshot
Summary : Those clips were hiding in a drawer of his desk for a long time. They had to be a gift for a good year, then had become a Valentine gift and there after months, begging to be given away for her birthday. But dargliele means admitting that he felt something for Hime, and Tatsuki, for the first time in his life, he was afraid.
Author's Note: Since I also shot * W * This was written for a contest femslash [when I arrived before]
The prompts were given to us by a random generator. Location
shōjo-ai/yuri/girls' love / femslash: "You'll always be my prince
Subject" positive "," hair clips from the pretty form "Subject
" negative ":" tangled wire & rdquo ;
Image Theme:


noises coming from inside the gymnasium echoed around the courtyard.
Hits rhythmic and precise as a stopwatch, breaking the rhythm almost unnatural quiet of the place, the sky streaked with orange on the horizon, showed some leaden clouds that presaged bad weather for the next day. A breeze, too fresh to be just the beginning of September, blowing idly among the branches of the trees were already changing color.
The girl in the gym, however, continued his training, ignoring the long, cold e l’orario.
Quando alzò lo sguardo per tergersi il sudore della fronte il suo sguardo corse, senza che nemmeno se ne accorgesse, all’orologio appeso di fronte all’entrata. E si rese conto di due cose contemporaneamente: che se n’erano già andati tutti ed era rimasta da sola in palestra e che erano le sette passate.
Senza fermarsi nemmeno a pensare si slanciò verso gli spogliatoio, dove si scontrò con un altro ragazzo.
Lui la guardò stupito e anche un po’ perplesso.
“Tatsuki! Ma che cosa ci fai ancora qui? Non avevi detto che oggi saresti andata via presto perché You promised your mother to be home by dinner time tonight at least?
His answer was lost in the maze of women's dressing room as he tried to open the shower and at the same time take their clothes off without getting wet, something resembling a dangerously: "I know! They are monstrous late! "
The boy shook his head, now resigned. His senpai from too little to know it well, let's say you had done you an idea of how the girl thinking.
When we talked about karate, sports where he excelled Tatsuki, she lost all sense of time and measurement. In a way it was frightening at the age of fifteen was a candidate to win the National. And the strange thing was that when he asked her what she liked so much of karate, she had replied that he did so only to defend his princess.
course was not allowed to ask more questions, it was his business, but he never realized who he was referring.

Tatsuki, her hair still wet from the wind, flew with his bicycle along the streets of Karakura hidden, trying to find every shortcut imaginable not to further increase the gap.
tried to enter the house without being heard by his mother, put the door carefully, took off his shoes without making a sound, resting nella scarpiera accanto alla porta e quando si rialzò, evitando qualunque movimento brusco, si accorse che non c’era bisogno di nascondersi.
Con un sospiro si raddrizzò fissando la donna che si trovava a braccia incrociate sulla soglia della cucina, un mestolo in mano e un’aria battagliera che preannunciava tempesta.
-Ciao, mamma… Ecco… Vedi… So che avevo promesso che sarei stata a casa per cena, ma vedi, ho perso un po’ il senso del tempo e…-
La donna sospirò a sua volta, rassegnata, tornando in cucina borbottando come una caffettiera
-Sì, come al solito… I no longer know what to do with you ... And I wanted a girl, a beautiful girl to dress and to teach how to cook ... -
Tatsuki giggling. His mother always dig up that topic when it was late for training but was proud of her. And then, after all, she was happy: it is not interested in risking the kids getting in trouble, and if he went out, did not worry about predators and aggressors. After all, had entered the regional championships and was in the pink of the likely winners.
beginning did not believe that karate would have liked, but had a good reason to start.
And that reason was a person very dear to her.
course it was a bit 'dizzy and so naive as to be irritating at times but was always willing to lend a hand to all, a smile, a caress to those in need. He was so extraordinarily good that there was natural to wonder how he could remain as white in a world that, however, fell in on itself like a house of cards.
Despite everything that had happened, she could remain the same: the same old Orihime, but too intelligent dreamer. He sat down wearily
on the desk chair of his room, without even having noticed how he got there. The gaze fell on the calendar that kept next to the pen and his eyes were closed in that little square marked by a couple of written decided.
knew how it would go the next day, he knew, had always been so. A kind of implicit
script, which she felt compelled to follow to please Orihime, when, in fact, the only thing he wanted was to throw out the parody of fairy-tale prince from the tragicomedy that was repeated every year .
But no, because she wanted the girl was happy that his best friend ...?
But was he?
was a question that ultimately became too thick.
taken seriously Hime friend?
course, Hime is your best friend, remember?
Tatsuki nodded, mostly to herself, trying to convince himself.
Then his eyes caught the image of a parcel hidden behind a pile of books (which were to be settled, but he knew that he would not). He knew what was inside. The
gift.
The gift for the birthday of that Orihime would be the following day, September 3.
And every year the scene was the same. She arrived in class
euphoric, and staining color from every pore, filling the air with a sort of happiness Hime was only able to prove to people just Stand by. Every year I hope that Ichigo remembers her birthday and did his best wishes but each time, on time, Ichigo was forgotten. It was up to Tatsuki, then take action. A smart move (which only last year had turned into a fist on his head) to remind him that Tatsuki did not want to dirty their hands just because he was so stupid to forget such a thing.
and everything went back in order. That light
sad that occasionally flickered in the eyes of the girl disappeared, giving way to a roaring cheer.
And if at first this was enough to Tatsuki, see her happy, was no longer the case. Now
felt something gnawing around the sternum, whenever named Hime Ichigo. He felt burning, he felt crumble, he felt an immense desire to join hands around the neck of what should have been his best friend for what he was doing to pass the girl.
felt something bite and ate into his body every time you gaze dreamily Orihime got lost staring at the tall, dry their orange-haired companion.
His heart, now, had been reduced to a tangled mess of wires tangled like a ball now useless, useless. He felt as if each of those threads had wrapped around his heart, around every muscle, around the lungs, the breath levandole need to breathe when he was with her. His whole body was becoming a huge mass of tangled wires that she could not take place off.
And each of them represented something. Anger, hatred, fear, friendship ...
Impotence.
She did not understand what was going on but more and more squeezed the wires all the emotions all the time invested.
And when he saw the two small objects, the wires were tight around his heart, because the terrible memories Hime.
two small pegs, shaped like a feather, almost hiding in the shop window, looking, perhaps, not be seen. Blank and white, soft and fluffy like real feathers.
had not thought twice to buy, white as his soul, as soft as she and all her behavior towards people. All those lovely clips reminded Orihime, seems made for her.
Yet those clips were hiding in a drawer of his desk for a long time.
had to be a gift for a good year, then had become a gift for Valentine's Day and there after months of begging as presents for birthdays. But
dargliele means admitting that he felt something for Hime, and Tatsuki, for the first time in his life, he was afraid.
He was afraid, whereby they would no longer been able to protect her, as she did when she was little with those who pulled the hair. Because it was as if he had been asked Hime Ichigo to protect her, be he her prince charming.
And Tatsuki did not want confrontation with his childhood friend, because he knew he would not make a difference.
Hime came first.
feeling is that, if only Hime had wanted, she would be waiting for her.
He felt like a door could be opened only by you. A door a little 'moth-eaten but still massive, with a bunch of keys all those old and worn without brass, but could only hold her.
Only she, with her sweetness, her clumsiness, her way of thinking so outside the lines.
Just like a door would not move, it stayed there waiting for her, leaving the keys in the door, ready to be filmed. With a clink, a bit 'deaf because of old keys, the door would open and then ...
And then ..?
do not even know her, but perhaps letting things flowed as free as a placid rivulet, even that she felt tangled ball of wires instead of the chest had disappeared. Each strand would be back in its place, leaving it free to breathe, to feel his heart beat with nothing to contamination. Tatsuki
went to bed with the conviction that the day after he gave his gift to Orihime.

The two girls, facing each other, they looked in silence.
Or rather, one in reality he was staring at a package in his hands and that the other had just delivered. Suddenly a smile on his face opened up and looked at her with sparkling eyes.
-It 's a gift for my birthday?
Tatsuki tried to smile, trying to ignore my heart that seemed to want out of the chest, and succeed also quite good, as Hime did not notice anything. And as the minutes passed and more Tatsuki, instead of excited, calm down. It was as if the very presence of Orihime managed to calm her down.
the color package was rejected and the two small springs forward timidly showed themselves in the eyes of the new owner. The girl's eyes shone with its own light, and without hesitation, moved one of the clips in the shape of a flower that was on the left side on the right side of the head. In this way he could get the two little feathers together to hold the fringe. Then she ran to embrace
Tatsuki, stringendosela against a hard as she could and she could not to return the hug, so happy to have his princess in his arms, one that would protect at the cost of his own life.
-Tsuki-chan, you'll always be my prince, you know?
Tatsuki took a deep breath, smelling the scent of vanilla that Orihime's hair seemed to emanate naturally.
-And you'll always be my ...

Hime * * Played on the fact that Hime also mean "princess."

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[fanfiction] I Want It Rough

Title: I Want It Rough
Characters: Ayaswgawa Yumichika / Ikkaku Madrame
Rating: very, very high * C *
Warning: yaoi, lemon, angry! sex
Soundtrack: Scorpions - Rock You Like A Hurricane
Notes: is always the fault of p0rnfest # 3, here ... I LOVE P0RNFEST! The prompt was disgustingly autoproposto because nobody shipp [EDIT: and yet they love her companions Shippo * fan *]: Bleach, Ikkaku / Yumichika, "Beauty is not harmful to strength." (V. Hugo - Notre-Dame de Paris)
There may be traces of the delirium caused me by aesthetes, then do not say too much adoration for Ayasegawa that there might transpire.
is my very first Bleach fic up, apart from two drabble ♥

My body is burning It starts to
Shout

Desire is coming It breaks out loud

The kimono Yumichika was hastily crumpled up and threw it across the room. Ikkaku had never understood how anyone could shoot so clothes for that area of Rukongai, but evidently ridiculous floral patterns do not hamper the strength and survival instinct.
claws thighs with fierce delight, sinking his fingers into the flesh soft and white, and Yumichika blew like a cat, flattered by the passion of his companion, but rejected by the complete lack of ways.
- you in a hurry, Ikkaku? - Yumi smiled slyly. He wanted to enjoy foreplay him. Not was what she wanted to cuddle, but a bit 'of a collision. Piss Ikkaku tried to kill him until he made the whole damn exciting. The fact that nobody died in the end it was really a confirmation of what they needed each other.
get overwhelmed for a moment, ending up back on the ground with a painful thud. Ikkaku then grabbed the belt, which tied evil, broke immediately, revealing his muscular chest, on which Yumichika's hand lingered just a moment, before pushing on.
- What's the matter now? - Ikkaku was furious, according to the game. He knew what he wanted the other, and strangely felt very inclined to give it to him.
Yumichika performed in a smile of Mona Lisa, one of many in his repertoire, one of the best. Already brought out the heavy artillery so early? Ikkaku licked his lips in anticipation of a short but intense battle in a flash he was back on his companion. He managed to grab a wrist lock, but with his free hand Yumi hugged him in the throat, forcing him to a strategic retreat to avoid stifling. Meanwhile
Yumichika was still smiling.
How did someone who spent most of his time to brush her hair to be so strong for Ikkaku remained a mystery. The fact is that fuck is she always full of bruises. The most disturbing? How much he liked all that ridiculous scripted. But after all, were two of the Society of Zaraki Seats future, and this explains a lot. This time it was
Ikkaku end up back on the ground, with another grin Yumichika a few millimeters from his face. - Okay.
"Okay what, moron?" Would have liked to ask, but when Yumi was decided there was no point wasting time in idle chatter. And those lips so close they had a really bad effect on the ability to articulate Ikkaku complete sentences. For this reason the vices. The other made the tit for tat and soon found themselves caught in a completely different type of confrontation, which involved a considerable effort of facial muscles, but no serious consequence. They left that long enough for him panting for a few seconds, and the language of Ikkaku Yumichika flashed on the lips, which opened wide to welcome it.
Yumichika had laid his hands on his cheeks to keep him close, rubbing against him and the tension between their bodies had risen so much during the fight that seemed to be able to see a shoot out sparks.

Lust is in cages
Till storm breaks loose
Just Have to make it
With someone I choose
The night is calling
I have to go
The wolf is hungry
He runs the show
He's licking His lips
He's ready to win

Ikkaku's hands went down again to the lover's thighs, opening senza complimenti. E adesso che ci provasse, a mandarlo via, e gli avrebbe fatto male sul serio. Ma Ayasegawa ormai aveva ben altri piani, e persino il gusto dello scontro era stato completamente spazzato via dal piacere di sentirsi addosso il corpo di Ikkaku, e di sentirlo vibrare per lui, solo per lui, solo per la sua bellezza. Secondo Yumichika, se qualcuno credeva che per percepire la bellezza fossero necessari gli occhi non si era mai soffermato a pensare. Perché gli occhi di Ikkaku erano inequivocabilmente chiusi mentre lo baciava, gli accarezzava i fianchi sottili, gli pizzicava le cosce e poi faceva scorrere le dita su, verso la sua erezione ormai bruciante. Erano chiusi, dunque, ma i suoi sospiri non sarebbero stati altrettanto profondi, e quel brivido that shook his chest when Yumichika took over his manhood as strong, and the way she bowed her head proudly to stifle a groan on the shoulder of the companion just as fast if Yumichika was not the god on earth he was. Then
Ikkaku pushed the hand of the lover with something halfway between a slap and a caress and settled back on him. We had tried to be nice sometimes to prepare first, for it was as hard as he wanted, but Yumichika felt towards something beyond mere physical attraction, and would not make him evil. But there had not been to: he liked it, with pleasure that burst suddenly, he liked it so hard to prove, maybe a bit 'of pain, but it was a price willingly paid. This is why we pushed towards Ikkaku with the same ardor that less than half an hour before had laughed at.
"you in a hurry?" Would have gladly asked Ikkaku, making the verse. But the voice did not came out it was all twisted in his throat that he was scratching to force screams deductions. For blatant and pathetic, for they may seem absurd and excessive screaming while you make love, Yumichika was the one who pulled you out, willy-nilly. For and against and relaxes the muscles by the same feeling of receiving a blowjob for his claws like those planted in the most unlikely places, for as he got up and down his chest with every breath, for as moved her legs at each thrust of Ikkaku, clung to as lover, as her long hair for blacks otherwise manicured him smeared with sweat, and end up on the eyes, as his eyes seemed almost crazy with her eyes cast down ' back, like the subtle pulsing vein in the neck ... for all these things and a thousand others, Yumichika would drive anyone crazy. The fact that he chose to go crazy Ikkaku could only be as a sign of his good heart towards the poor inhabitants of Rukongai minds of others as a deliberate act of hatred neurons Ikkaku. These
that their neurons had said goodbye with no regrets at the moment when he started to rub against Yumichika him (or maybe sanity was a nuisance who had never had, as someone would have said) was at least trying not to collapse exhausted before he heard howling with pleasure even Yumichika. Because he had a way, if you wanted. And he wanted, and how if he wanted. He licked the neck of the lover with the fury of a wild animal, feeling strong shudder beneath him, and growled in his ear one - Preview - Whose sound waves alone would be insufficient to cause spontaneous orgasm to ears accustomed to a similar tone. Yumi merely to send a sigh of throat and close his eyes.
Ikkaku slid his hand between their bodies and began to masturbate him unstintingly, tightening almost hurt. Yumichika, attacked on two fronts, he found himself gasping for his own pleasure with lust, throwing her head back and arching, her legs become tight around the hips of the partner. And in the end he shouted, as he was, and screamed and yelled and screamed all the pleasure that he could not contain his chest. He
satisfied smile, Ikkaku, if he had not parted lips in a moaning over, left in mid-orgasm while leaving him completely breathless.
What kind of a warrior, so reduced to so little. What kind of warriors both, really.


It's early morning The sun comes out Last night Was
shaking And pretty
loud

Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane
Here I am, rocked you like a hurricane

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[fanfiction] You're the moonlight in this town

Title: You're the moonlight in this town
Rating: G
Account Words: 100 (OO)
Characters / Pairing: Renji / Byakuya (despite my preference for non- Eleventh Company xD)
Warnings: shonen-ai
Challenge: Special # 6 @ IT100
Prompt gift received: 8. There's beauty in the lonely (Editors)
Notes: Yay! Inaugurate the fanfiction in this comm (yes, I love you so much, so much that not even remember how to put the tag * * goes to read the Rules)
It 's my second drabble fandom on this * feels * a novice

It was all started for Rukia, but it was done very well.
become strong enough to beat Byakuya Renji had become an obsession which saw not only half strength, but also a goal. But then was not even the most power-not only, at least, to push it. He just wanted to pass Kuchiki? Or maybe even get ?
Byakuya, seemingly cold and distant as the moon, it also seemed as bright at Renji. The few glances exchanged had started to become precious. Stupidly precious, it was said Renji, yet continued to be enchanted by the quiet majesty of the man, far and near that star at the same time.

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THURSDAY 'OF SQUEEEEE [...] EEEE

I am pleased to present, almost even before the comm is really open (but has already moved many members * *), a "weekly". The idea is blatantly stolen from capslock_bleach .

Every Thursday (because Thursday I like him, not for any particular reason), everyone has the right to post a free rein, in which howling their desire to create an altar in honor of his Tite Kubo or want to kick him, in which lament the death of beloved characters (in this regard: if there SPOILER LET . With spoilers I refer to the volumes of manga released so far in Italy), drooling, you have to share fanart the fact glittering eyes ... Basically everything you want.
And yes, you can write in red, bold, capslock, use emoticons and all means not prohibited by the Convention Geneva!

The tag to use is only initiative: Thursday of Squee.

EDIT: the ADIM is so stupid she had written 'spam' instead of 'spoiler' and none of you had they noted. You can see how to read the rules, eh? XD

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I will not break your head with a thousand oddities, only the rules necessary for peaceful cohabitation. Yes, I am a little person peaceful * hides *
zanpakuto bled And there are plural because I have not started using the plural nous, but because I'm clearly in the Rules of copiaincollando unknown_fandom And then in the future if I do not feel like having un'admin ricorreggere everything xD


What post

No spam or post of pure Squee (aside THIS ), otherwise I would say just about anything .

accepted:
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any rating of any notice (to avoid insults and vulgarities free advocates crime and other amenities, in other words "do not write for others what you would not want to read" xD)
~ crossover, AU, OC

Remember that the dictionary does not bite, F7 your friend and read that does not cause instant death. We do not like having to take back as elementary school teachers in your stories because you did not bother to put a capital letter after the fixed points.
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Word Count:
Summary:
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