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queenofchalices) wrote2010-09-05 07:47 pm
queenofchalices) wrote2010-09-05 07:47 pm
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This ain't gonna make it ten chapters at this rate.
Title: Oedipus Complex – Chapter Six
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: But I did have some delicious Mongolian BBQ!
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Ichigo let Sunday pass him by, not bothering to leave his room for anything other than food, a shower, and bathroom breaks. It was just as well; he had no desire to speak to anyone under their roof at the moment, least of all Orihime or his father. He just couldn't face them.
He knew he was being unreasonable. He knew he should be happy for them and wish them well like everyone else seemed to be doing. And maybe he was the one with the problem after all. But if he had a problem, what was it and why couldn't he fix it? That stupid hollow couldn't have been right.
So when Rukia came tumbling through his bedroom window late Sunday afternoon, Ichigo was so discouraged that he barely wanted to bring it up. In fact, he barely even registered her arrival from his spot on the bed.
"Good evening, Ichigo," she began, smoothing the skirts on her gigai down before noticing his morose posture, "My goodness! What's eating you?" Had Ichigo been so inclined, he'd probably have raised an eyebrow at the colloquialism - she must've been reading crime novels again - but as it was, he just couldn't get up the effort.
"Nothin'," he grumbled into his pillow, hoping she'd take the hint and leave already. Instead, she proceeded to poke around through his room like usual, ignoring his obvious displeasure.
"Have you seen Inoue this weekend?" Rukia asked nonchalantly, opening one of his desk drawers to examine a pen, "I stopped by her place earlier, but the neighbors said she had been out since Friday." Ichigo stifled a groan.
"She's downstairs with Dad," he ground out, "Watching cooking shows or something." Rukia stopped testing the pen she'd pilfered on Ichigo's calculus notebook and looked at him curiously.
"And you aren't with her?" she asked, voice lilting in curiosity, "My, this is unexpected! Is having a girl in your house all weekend not generally considered scandalous for a human teenage boy?" Ichigo rolled his eyes; he supposed that was Rukia's way of commenting on the unusualness of the situation.
"She's with my Dad," Ichigo repeated, hoping she'd get the hint and he wouldn't have to explain. But luck was not with him and Rukia simply looked at him curiously.
"You mean she's his guest?"
"No, I mean she's with him," Ichigo said impatiently, "As in, they're getting married." Rukia's mouth formed a little "o" in recognition.
"And... you're okay with that?" Rukia asked, her tone genuinely startled. Ichigo grunted to himself. Why did they keep asking him things like that?
"Of course I am," he grunted, not sounding the least bit convincing, "I'm all sunshine and friggin' rainbows, aren't I?" The sarcasm was lost on Rukia, who simply cocked her head to the side.
"Well, in that case, good for them," she said with a smile, "I believe Inoue was lonely by herself, so this will be an improvement for her." Ichigo sighed and buried his face in his pillow again. Of course Rukia would take his dad's side.
"How is becoming a sixteen year-old housewife an improvement?" Ichigo asked dryly, the pillow muffling his voice.
"Sixteen is old enough to get married, isn't it?" she asked innocently, causing Ichigo to groan.
"Not this again," he growled, "She's not a shinigami, Rukia, she's a human, and she's still too young to get married. Especially to someone my father's age. Sixteen has been too young to get married for at least the past hundred years."
"I thought you said you were fine with it?" she asked skeptically.
"That was sarcasm," Ichigo corrected her, "I am pretty obviously not okay with this." It was almost as though a light bulb went off above Rukia's head as she plopped down onto Ichigo's bed.
"You're jealous!" Rukia exclaimed in delight. Ichigo wanted to hit his head against the wall until he lost consciousness.
"I am not jealous!" he roared, finally roused from his torpor. Rukia was sadly undeterred.
"Wait till I tell Renji!" she crowed happily, "Ichigo's finally gotten jealous over a girl! Our little boy is growing up!" He wasn't sure if she was teasing or not, although he suspected she was. Either way, he was seriously reconsidering his usual stance on hitting girls.
"I'm not jealous, and don't tell Renji that!" he yelled. If he had to deal with Renji's mockery, he might finally snap and actually really hurt someone.
"ICHIGO!"
Ichigo winced as the door flew open, revealing his disgruntled-looking father and a meek Orihime standing behind him. Rukia stared at them in wonder.
"What's all this racket?!" the older man barked, "First you mope all day, now you're yelling your fool head off! Oh, hello, Rukia-chan!" Ichigo felt a bit dizzy at the sudden switch in disposition, but chose to continue staring mutinously at his father.
"Kuchiki-san, what are you doing up here?" Orihime asked politely.
"She doesn't know how to use the front door," Ichigo observed with no small degree of irritation, not taking his eyes off his old man. He wasn't even doing it on purpose, but he couldn't contain the slightly murderous impulse his father's presence was bringing out in him. He vaguely realized his reiatsu was slowly creeping up and his hollow was getting restless, as well.
"Good evening, Isshin-san, Inoue," Rukia said politely, ignoring Ichigo's foul mood, "I understand there's going to be a wedding?"
"Oho, he told you the happy news?" Isshin said jovially, also ignoring Ichigo's ever-darkening countenance, "That's right, Rukia-chan! You're going to have a sexy new mother!" And then Isshin slung his arm around Orihime's much smaller shoulders and Ichigo felt what was left of his self-control splinter.
"OUT!" he screamed, jumping up from his bed and pushing the sources of his irritation out of his room, "OUT, OUT, OUT!"
"Ichigo, what's wrong?"
"Ichigo-kun?"
"Ichigo, you're scaring Orihime-chan!"
"GET THE HELL OUT!" he continued, no longer caring if he frightened Orihime or pissed off his father, "And stay out!" He slammed the door hard enough to splinter the frame and leaned heavily against it. His shoulders heaved as he huffed, feeling his eyes hurt. Had they started turning black? He swore under his breath; it was almost like they were doing it on purpose.
As his heartbeat faded from his ears, he could hear the commotion outside. His sisters had heard the noise and come to investigate, and he could hear Rukia and his father trying to calm them down. Far quieter and less frequent was Orihime's gentle voice, which sounded to be on the verge of tears. She would speak, followed by Rukia or his father trying to comfort her.
As Ichigo's adrenaline rush faded, the full impact of what had just happened settled on him. He had scared Orihime to the point of tears. He'd thrown Rukia and his father out of his room and slammed the door in their faces. He'd worried his sisters. And on top of everything else, the sight of Orihime with his father had almost brought his hollow out. He felt worse than a monster right then. He felt like an absolute jackass.
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: But I did have some delicious Mongolian BBQ!
______________________________________________________________________________________________
Ichigo let Sunday pass him by, not bothering to leave his room for anything other than food, a shower, and bathroom breaks. It was just as well; he had no desire to speak to anyone under their roof at the moment, least of all Orihime or his father. He just couldn't face them.
He knew he was being unreasonable. He knew he should be happy for them and wish them well like everyone else seemed to be doing. And maybe he was the one with the problem after all. But if he had a problem, what was it and why couldn't he fix it? That stupid hollow couldn't have been right.
So when Rukia came tumbling through his bedroom window late Sunday afternoon, Ichigo was so discouraged that he barely wanted to bring it up. In fact, he barely even registered her arrival from his spot on the bed.
"Good evening, Ichigo," she began, smoothing the skirts on her gigai down before noticing his morose posture, "My goodness! What's eating you?" Had Ichigo been so inclined, he'd probably have raised an eyebrow at the colloquialism - she must've been reading crime novels again - but as it was, he just couldn't get up the effort.
"Nothin'," he grumbled into his pillow, hoping she'd take the hint and leave already. Instead, she proceeded to poke around through his room like usual, ignoring his obvious displeasure.
"Have you seen Inoue this weekend?" Rukia asked nonchalantly, opening one of his desk drawers to examine a pen, "I stopped by her place earlier, but the neighbors said she had been out since Friday." Ichigo stifled a groan.
"She's downstairs with Dad," he ground out, "Watching cooking shows or something." Rukia stopped testing the pen she'd pilfered on Ichigo's calculus notebook and looked at him curiously.
"And you aren't with her?" she asked, voice lilting in curiosity, "My, this is unexpected! Is having a girl in your house all weekend not generally considered scandalous for a human teenage boy?" Ichigo rolled his eyes; he supposed that was Rukia's way of commenting on the unusualness of the situation.
"She's with my Dad," Ichigo repeated, hoping she'd get the hint and he wouldn't have to explain. But luck was not with him and Rukia simply looked at him curiously.
"You mean she's his guest?"
"No, I mean she's with him," Ichigo said impatiently, "As in, they're getting married." Rukia's mouth formed a little "o" in recognition.
"And... you're okay with that?" Rukia asked, her tone genuinely startled. Ichigo grunted to himself. Why did they keep asking him things like that?
"Of course I am," he grunted, not sounding the least bit convincing, "I'm all sunshine and friggin' rainbows, aren't I?" The sarcasm was lost on Rukia, who simply cocked her head to the side.
"Well, in that case, good for them," she said with a smile, "I believe Inoue was lonely by herself, so this will be an improvement for her." Ichigo sighed and buried his face in his pillow again. Of course Rukia would take his dad's side.
"How is becoming a sixteen year-old housewife an improvement?" Ichigo asked dryly, the pillow muffling his voice.
"Sixteen is old enough to get married, isn't it?" she asked innocently, causing Ichigo to groan.
"Not this again," he growled, "She's not a shinigami, Rukia, she's a human, and she's still too young to get married. Especially to someone my father's age. Sixteen has been too young to get married for at least the past hundred years."
"I thought you said you were fine with it?" she asked skeptically.
"That was sarcasm," Ichigo corrected her, "I am pretty obviously not okay with this." It was almost as though a light bulb went off above Rukia's head as she plopped down onto Ichigo's bed.
"You're jealous!" Rukia exclaimed in delight. Ichigo wanted to hit his head against the wall until he lost consciousness.
"I am not jealous!" he roared, finally roused from his torpor. Rukia was sadly undeterred.
"Wait till I tell Renji!" she crowed happily, "Ichigo's finally gotten jealous over a girl! Our little boy is growing up!" He wasn't sure if she was teasing or not, although he suspected she was. Either way, he was seriously reconsidering his usual stance on hitting girls.
"I'm not jealous, and don't tell Renji that!" he yelled. If he had to deal with Renji's mockery, he might finally snap and actually really hurt someone.
"ICHIGO!"
Ichigo winced as the door flew open, revealing his disgruntled-looking father and a meek Orihime standing behind him. Rukia stared at them in wonder.
"What's all this racket?!" the older man barked, "First you mope all day, now you're yelling your fool head off! Oh, hello, Rukia-chan!" Ichigo felt a bit dizzy at the sudden switch in disposition, but chose to continue staring mutinously at his father.
"Kuchiki-san, what are you doing up here?" Orihime asked politely.
"She doesn't know how to use the front door," Ichigo observed with no small degree of irritation, not taking his eyes off his old man. He wasn't even doing it on purpose, but he couldn't contain the slightly murderous impulse his father's presence was bringing out in him. He vaguely realized his reiatsu was slowly creeping up and his hollow was getting restless, as well.
"Good evening, Isshin-san, Inoue," Rukia said politely, ignoring Ichigo's foul mood, "I understand there's going to be a wedding?"
"Oho, he told you the happy news?" Isshin said jovially, also ignoring Ichigo's ever-darkening countenance, "That's right, Rukia-chan! You're going to have a sexy new mother!" And then Isshin slung his arm around Orihime's much smaller shoulders and Ichigo felt what was left of his self-control splinter.
"OUT!" he screamed, jumping up from his bed and pushing the sources of his irritation out of his room, "OUT, OUT, OUT!"
"Ichigo, what's wrong?"
"Ichigo-kun?"
"Ichigo, you're scaring Orihime-chan!"
"GET THE HELL OUT!" he continued, no longer caring if he frightened Orihime or pissed off his father, "And stay out!" He slammed the door hard enough to splinter the frame and leaned heavily against it. His shoulders heaved as he huffed, feeling his eyes hurt. Had they started turning black? He swore under his breath; it was almost like they were doing it on purpose.
As his heartbeat faded from his ears, he could hear the commotion outside. His sisters had heard the noise and come to investigate, and he could hear Rukia and his father trying to calm them down. Far quieter and less frequent was Orihime's gentle voice, which sounded to be on the verge of tears. She would speak, followed by Rukia or his father trying to comfort her.
As Ichigo's adrenaline rush faded, the full impact of what had just happened settled on him. He had scared Orihime to the point of tears. He'd thrown Rukia and his father out of his room and slammed the door in their faces. He'd worried his sisters. And on top of everything else, the sight of Orihime with his father had almost brought his hollow out. He felt worse than a monster right then. He felt like an absolute jackass.
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I didn't think you can get THIS sadistic over Ichigo.
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I am so mean to him.
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thanks for the update! :D
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And if torturing Ichigo is wrong, I never want to be right. Ever.