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queenofchalicesTitle: Oedipus Complex – Chapter Five
Series: Bleach
Rating: T
Warnings: het (IchiHime, IsshinHime), May/December relationship
Spoilers: Through current chapters (418)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to a lot of Japanese people, namely people like Tite Kubo and Shonen Jump. You'll notice how none of those are me. The LiveJournal format that you'll probably be reading this in (if you're one of my friends) is rough draft and is subject to revision. Consider this a 'sneak peek'. If something sits the wrong way with you, let me know. Not responsible for epileptic seizures or allergic reactions. May contain eye-and-brain-bleeding levels of radioactive ANGST and/or peanut products. Please sit a reasonable distance from your computer screen.
Author's Notes: I apologize for the delay! I got really busy with IRL things yesterday and couldn't update like I'd wanted to! But at least my house is really clean now! XD
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Ichigo slept most of that evening and into the night. Only when the house was quiet again did he dare venture back out of his room, for fear he'd see or hear something else he didn't want to. Orihime's fairies had left him long before he woke back up, leaving him in relative silence the rest of the evening.
In fact, the only person he could even remotely tolerate at the moment was Kon, and that was saying something. While the obnoxious plushie was thrilled at the prospect of Orihime living with them, he too was irritated at the idea of her being married off to Ichigo's crazy old man. Ichigo just hoped he didn't sound as deranged as Kon did about it. Either way, the plushie did nothing to improve his mood, even if he was the only person in his corner on this.
Well, him and Shun'o, but he wasn't sure he exactly counted.
Seeing as he'd finally gotten some rest and couldn't go back to sleep just yet, he started in on his homework. Unfortunately, that only lasted a short hour or two, and before he'd tired himself out again, he was done.
Having nothing else to do, he flopped back on the bed, pillowing his head on his folded arms. If Sunday went the same way Saturday had, he thought he might go completely out of his head. After watching the ceiling for nearly an hour, his eyes finally started to droop closed as he slipped into unconsciousness.
Instead of a dream, however, Ichigo found himself inside his inner world again. Unlike the other times he'd been, it was no longer clear and sunny or full of water. No, his inner world was currently experiencing a monsoon.
"Great," he muttered to himself, using his pinky to pull some water out of his ear, "Why is this place never normal?" He wasn't too intent on thinking hard about the fact that his inner world was always screwed up in some way, or what that said about him.
"It reflects your emotions," a stern older voice sounded from behind Ichigo. Zangetsu had reverted to his original form since the last time Ichigo had seen him, that of a scruffy older man in shades and a tattered black tarp.
"I don't need you to tell me I'm having a bad day," he grumbled, turning away from his sword's spirit and trying to ignore the torrential rain soaking through his clothes. Before he could just tune everything out, he felt a firm hand grasp the back of his head and sling him face-first into the skyscraper he had been sitting on.
A shower of concrete and broken glass flew up from the site of Ichigo's impact, the debris falling back down on him with the heavy rain. After a moment, he shook off his stupor and pushed himself up, spitting out fragments of glass as he spun around. Naturally, his assailant was none other than his hollow.
"What the hell is your problem?!"
"My problem?" The hollow sneered, not even bothering to pull the white, bandage-wrapped sword off his back, "What the hell is your problem?!" At this, Ichigo stood and brushed himself off, facing his scowling white counterpart.
"You're my problem, asshole!" He yelled, finally venting some of his pent-up anger, "If it wasn't for you, I could... I could..."
"You could what? Pull your head outta your ass?" Ichigo tried not to show it, but he was slightly confused.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he barked back, intent on arguing now. The hollow looked less than impressed.
"Why do you think we pulled you in here?" he asked, crossing his arms, "Why do you think it's storming in here? You really are thick as shit, you know that, Ichigo?" Now it was Ichigo's turn to look unimpressed.
"I don't want to hear it," Ichigo cut him off impatiently.
"That's exactly why you're in here, you fucking idiot!" the hollow roared, "It's that damn broad! Wake the fuck up, Ichigo!" Ichigo's frayed nerves were having none of this. Between the glass, the yelling, and the rain, he was ready to snap.
"You leave her out of this!" he screamed, feeling his voice tear his throat, "If you've got a problem with her, I'll settle it right now!" He felt a small twinge go through his chest; even though she was marrying his father, Ichigo couldn't help defending her.
"If I've got a problem?" The hollow spat, "I'm not the one moping and whining everywhere like a little bitch, now am I? Face it, Ichigo - you got it bad for this girl." At this, the hollow allowed himself a grin. Ichigo didn't appreciate the sentiment.
"That's none of your damn business," he muttered, fists balled in rage.
"Of course it's my damn business!" the hollow shouted back, his cockiness replaced by anger, "I have to live in your sorry-ass head, with your sorry-ass weather! You think I like this crap? You think he likes it?!" At this, the hollow gestured to Zangetsu, who likewise did not seem to be enjoying the rain in the slightest.
"Unfuck yourself, Ichigo, and do it soon," he continued, "Or I'll do it for you." Upon hearing this ultimatum, Ichigo felt his shredded temper slipping even further away.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?!" he bellowed, a hint of desperation just under the surface of his voice, "This entire situation is completely screwed up! He's my father!" The hollow looked unimpressed. His indifference really wasn't helping Ichigo's mental state.
"So?"
"So, I can't just steal his fiancee!" his fingers were in his hair now, clutching the vibrant orange strands as though they could help him hang onto his slipping sanity.
"She was our woman first, dumbass," the hollow deadpanned, "Stop being such a fucking pussy and take back what's ours. The only reason she's even with him is because you're too damn good to man up and make a move."
Ichigo hated it, but the hollow was right. He'd been ignoring her on purpose, hoping the situation would resolve itself on its own. In reality, though, it hadn't fixed anything. Still, how could he just tell her that he was scared of hurting her? It would sound like a complete cop-out.
"I can't," Ichigo finally said, thoroughly miserable as he sat back down in the rain, "If I lose control of you, and you hurt her, I'd never forgive myself." The hollow simply sneered at his misery before lifting one waraji-ed foot and kicking him squarely in the head. Ichigo went skidding unceremoniously towards the top of the skyscraper.
"Stop being so fucking pitiful!" the hollow screamed, "You think I'd hurt her?! You're doing a good enough job of that on your own!" This time, Ichigo simply lay against the cool glass, the hollow's word sinking in.
"And unlike you, I take care of what's ours," the hollow concluded with a sneer. When Ichigo didn't respond, he turned his back on him.
"Fine," he snarled, "If you wanna keep being a little bitch and feeling sorry for yourself, go ahead. Watch her marry someone else, and maybe if you're lucky, some other broad'll take pity on your stupid ass someday." He then turned back to Zangetsu.
"Old man, I tried."
Zangetsu simply nodded. Their master, on the other hand, lay limply against the wet glass of his mind's skyscraper, letting the hollow's words bounce around in his head. He was really going to lose Orihime, and it was all his fault.
Series: Bleach
Rating: T
Warnings: het (IchiHime, IsshinHime), May/December relationship
Spoilers: Through current chapters (418)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to a lot of Japanese people, namely people like Tite Kubo and Shonen Jump. You'll notice how none of those are me. The LiveJournal format that you'll probably be reading this in (if you're one of my friends) is rough draft and is subject to revision. Consider this a 'sneak peek'. If something sits the wrong way with you, let me know. Not responsible for epileptic seizures or allergic reactions. May contain eye-and-brain-bleeding levels of radioactive ANGST and/or peanut products. Please sit a reasonable distance from your computer screen.
Author's Notes: I apologize for the delay! I got really busy with IRL things yesterday and couldn't update like I'd wanted to! But at least my house is really clean now! XD
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Ichigo slept most of that evening and into the night. Only when the house was quiet again did he dare venture back out of his room, for fear he'd see or hear something else he didn't want to. Orihime's fairies had left him long before he woke back up, leaving him in relative silence the rest of the evening.
In fact, the only person he could even remotely tolerate at the moment was Kon, and that was saying something. While the obnoxious plushie was thrilled at the prospect of Orihime living with them, he too was irritated at the idea of her being married off to Ichigo's crazy old man. Ichigo just hoped he didn't sound as deranged as Kon did about it. Either way, the plushie did nothing to improve his mood, even if he was the only person in his corner on this.
Well, him and Shun'o, but he wasn't sure he exactly counted.
Seeing as he'd finally gotten some rest and couldn't go back to sleep just yet, he started in on his homework. Unfortunately, that only lasted a short hour or two, and before he'd tired himself out again, he was done.
Having nothing else to do, he flopped back on the bed, pillowing his head on his folded arms. If Sunday went the same way Saturday had, he thought he might go completely out of his head. After watching the ceiling for nearly an hour, his eyes finally started to droop closed as he slipped into unconsciousness.
Instead of a dream, however, Ichigo found himself inside his inner world again. Unlike the other times he'd been, it was no longer clear and sunny or full of water. No, his inner world was currently experiencing a monsoon.
"Great," he muttered to himself, using his pinky to pull some water out of his ear, "Why is this place never normal?" He wasn't too intent on thinking hard about the fact that his inner world was always screwed up in some way, or what that said about him.
"It reflects your emotions," a stern older voice sounded from behind Ichigo. Zangetsu had reverted to his original form since the last time Ichigo had seen him, that of a scruffy older man in shades and a tattered black tarp.
"I don't need you to tell me I'm having a bad day," he grumbled, turning away from his sword's spirit and trying to ignore the torrential rain soaking through his clothes. Before he could just tune everything out, he felt a firm hand grasp the back of his head and sling him face-first into the skyscraper he had been sitting on.
A shower of concrete and broken glass flew up from the site of Ichigo's impact, the debris falling back down on him with the heavy rain. After a moment, he shook off his stupor and pushed himself up, spitting out fragments of glass as he spun around. Naturally, his assailant was none other than his hollow.
"What the hell is your problem?!"
"My problem?" The hollow sneered, not even bothering to pull the white, bandage-wrapped sword off his back, "What the hell is your problem?!" At this, Ichigo stood and brushed himself off, facing his scowling white counterpart.
"You're my problem, asshole!" He yelled, finally venting some of his pent-up anger, "If it wasn't for you, I could... I could..."
"You could what? Pull your head outta your ass?" Ichigo tried not to show it, but he was slightly confused.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he barked back, intent on arguing now. The hollow looked less than impressed.
"Why do you think we pulled you in here?" he asked, crossing his arms, "Why do you think it's storming in here? You really are thick as shit, you know that, Ichigo?" Now it was Ichigo's turn to look unimpressed.
"I don't want to hear it," Ichigo cut him off impatiently.
"That's exactly why you're in here, you fucking idiot!" the hollow roared, "It's that damn broad! Wake the fuck up, Ichigo!" Ichigo's frayed nerves were having none of this. Between the glass, the yelling, and the rain, he was ready to snap.
"You leave her out of this!" he screamed, feeling his voice tear his throat, "If you've got a problem with her, I'll settle it right now!" He felt a small twinge go through his chest; even though she was marrying his father, Ichigo couldn't help defending her.
"If I've got a problem?" The hollow spat, "I'm not the one moping and whining everywhere like a little bitch, now am I? Face it, Ichigo - you got it bad for this girl." At this, the hollow allowed himself a grin. Ichigo didn't appreciate the sentiment.
"That's none of your damn business," he muttered, fists balled in rage.
"Of course it's my damn business!" the hollow shouted back, his cockiness replaced by anger, "I have to live in your sorry-ass head, with your sorry-ass weather! You think I like this crap? You think he likes it?!" At this, the hollow gestured to Zangetsu, who likewise did not seem to be enjoying the rain in the slightest.
"Unfuck yourself, Ichigo, and do it soon," he continued, "Or I'll do it for you." Upon hearing this ultimatum, Ichigo felt his shredded temper slipping even further away.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?!" he bellowed, a hint of desperation just under the surface of his voice, "This entire situation is completely screwed up! He's my father!" The hollow looked unimpressed. His indifference really wasn't helping Ichigo's mental state.
"So?"
"So, I can't just steal his fiancee!" his fingers were in his hair now, clutching the vibrant orange strands as though they could help him hang onto his slipping sanity.
"She was our woman first, dumbass," the hollow deadpanned, "Stop being such a fucking pussy and take back what's ours. The only reason she's even with him is because you're too damn good to man up and make a move."
Ichigo hated it, but the hollow was right. He'd been ignoring her on purpose, hoping the situation would resolve itself on its own. In reality, though, it hadn't fixed anything. Still, how could he just tell her that he was scared of hurting her? It would sound like a complete cop-out.
"I can't," Ichigo finally said, thoroughly miserable as he sat back down in the rain, "If I lose control of you, and you hurt her, I'd never forgive myself." The hollow simply sneered at his misery before lifting one waraji-ed foot and kicking him squarely in the head. Ichigo went skidding unceremoniously towards the top of the skyscraper.
"Stop being so fucking pitiful!" the hollow screamed, "You think I'd hurt her?! You're doing a good enough job of that on your own!" This time, Ichigo simply lay against the cool glass, the hollow's word sinking in.
"And unlike you, I take care of what's ours," the hollow concluded with a sneer. When Ichigo didn't respond, he turned his back on him.
"Fine," he snarled, "If you wanna keep being a little bitch and feeling sorry for yourself, go ahead. Watch her marry someone else, and maybe if you're lucky, some other broad'll take pity on your stupid ass someday." He then turned back to Zangetsu.
"Old man, I tried."
Zangetsu simply nodded. Their master, on the other hand, lay limply against the wet glass of his mind's skyscraper, letting the hollow's words bounce around in his head. He was really going to lose Orihime, and it was all his fault.
