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Title: Oedipus Complex – Chapter Eight
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.
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After walking home in fragile silence with Orihime, Ichigo had gone straight to his room to steel himself for what he had to do. He'd ignored the piteous looks she'd given him and only grunted in response to anything she asked him. He was vaguely aware that he was worrying her, but at the moment he didn't care - he needed to brace his nerves for this.
He was about to stab his own father in the back and steal his fiancee.
Ichigo had planned the scenario out perfectly in his head. He'd come down before dinner while she was cooking and send Yuzu and Karin out of the room. Then he'd wrap his arms around her from behind and whisper in her ear. He'd tell her to leave his father to be with him. He'd even apologize for everything bad he'd done over the past three months; anything if she would just say yes. Ichigo was hardly a romantic, but even he had to admit that this plan was perfect.
So it should have come as absolutely no surprise to him that something would screw it up. Or more accurately, someone.
The first thing he noticed when he came downstairs was that the kitchen was relatively quiet. There was the soft sound of people talking, but his sisters were already gone. Maybe Orihime was on the phone? That would certainly make things easier.
But as he reached the bottom of the stairs and got a clear view of the kitchen, he saw why.
There, sitting on the kitchen table was Orihime, leaning forward to receive a kiss from Isshin. He even had his hand on her thigh, still covered by her pleated school skirt. And at this sight, all of Ichigo's well-laid plans disintegrated as the last of his self-control splintered and broke entirely.
"YOU!" he bellowed, grabbing his old man by the back of the shirt and dragging him with him, "Outside, now!"
"Ichigo, what--?"
"Ichigo-kun, don't-!"
"Out of the damn gigai!" Ichigo demanded, "And get outside!" He jerked Isshin around to glare at him. The old man simply faced him with a menacing grin.
"Are you challenging me over Orihime-chan, son?" he asked, a wicked glint in his eyes. Ichigo knew his dad could probably kick his ass if he'd fully recovered his reiatsu after his stunt in the dangai, but he wasn't about to let that intimidate him. This was more important than an ass-kicking.
"I'm doing what I should've done Friday," he growled, slapping his shinigami representative badge to his chest and pulling himself away from his body. At this, Orihime gasped and hopped off the table to run to him and catch his slumping body.
"Kuro-- Ichigo-kun, don't do this!" she pleaded frantically. Isshin held out a hand to signal for her to stay back while pulling a dispenser of Soul Candy out of his jacket.
"It's alright, Orihime-chan," he said firmly, never taking his eyes off his fuming son, "This is something Ichigo has to do. Right, son?" Ichigo might have been oblivious to some things, but he knew a challenge when he heard one.
"That's right, old man," Ichigo growled, "You and me, outside. Now." There was a pop as Isshin left his gigai to its new mod soul, pulling away fully-dressed in his shinigami garb.
"Watch Orihime-chan," he ordered it, following Ichigo to the door. His possessed body saluted as they disappeared, leaving the distressed girl alone with him and Ichigo's body.
Out in the street, the sun had already set for the evening. It was still too early in the year for the sun to stay up much past the time Ichigo got home from school. But that was alright with him; this way, whatever damage he and Isshin accrued would go unnoticed.
As a nearby streetlight flickered to life, Isshin emerged from the house, leaping into the road and causing spiderweb cracks in the pavement to form under his feet.
"You're going to piss the neighbors off if you keep showing off like that, old man," Ichigo remarked, his voice lacking any hint of amusement. Isshin grinned lopsidedly as Ichigo unsheathed Zangetsu, bandages unfurling behind him.
"They'll live," he remarked casually, "Anyway, it took you long enough to do this. What's wrong, Ichigo? Jealous?" Ichigo's face darkened at the provocation. But he was past the point of caring what anyone thought about it.
"Maybe I am," he said, voice low and dangerous.
"I thought you wanted her to move on to someone else," Isshin teased, pushing Engetsu loose from his sheath with a click, "Don't tell me you changed your mind!"
"I did," Ichigo said firmly, "I realized what I was doing wrong. Now I'm going to beat you and take Inoue back, if she'll have me." Isshin huffed a laugh as he lowered his eyes.
"That's pretty confident of you, Ichigo," he said with a smirk, "Alright, then. If you can beat me, she's yours. But no bankai, and no mask. Deal?" Ichigo smirked back, unintentionally mirroring his father's expression.
"I don't need it to take you down," Ichigo replied, his tone unduly cocky, "Let's go, old man!"
Anyone spiritually sensitive within a kilometer radius heard what happened next. Both men flew at each other, full-tilt, sparks flying from their swords as they clashed. Reiatsu poured off them in waves, bathing their street battlefield in a deep, heavy aura. Had any weaker people ventured out into their arena, they'd have been driven to their knees instantly.
At the moment, however, only Karin, Yuzu, and Orihime were watching. Isshin's mod soul had draped himself over Orihime's shoulders, fretfully watching the two monsters duel. Even though Yuzu couldn't see the two men clearly, she could definitely feel the heat radiating off them and was vaguely following them with her eyes. Orihime and Karin could see them clearly, the former wringing her hands fretfully while the latter whistled appreciatively.
"I didn't know the old goat had it in him," she remarked in awe. Even Kon had leaned out Ichigo's window to spectate.
"Go Ichigo!" The plushie cheered, waving his stubby paws, "Kick his ass! Get our woman back!"
"I'm not sharing!" Ichigo answered, parrying a blow from his dad and counter-attacking. This comment caused Isshin to grin as he dodged.
"She's not yours yet!" Isshin reminded him, striking low to knock Ichigo off guard, "How many years do you think I've got on you?" Ichigo absorbed the impact on his leg, a shallow gash forming across his thigh. He gritted his teeth and adjusted his weight to compensate.
"Aizen had plenty of years on me, and see how much it helped him!" Ichigo countered, thrusting and giving his father a deep gash across his shoulder.
"Oho, going for my head, eh?" he teased, using the opening to slam Ichigo in the ribs with the hilt of his sword, "Good, good! I'd be disappointed if you weren't serious about this!" Ichigo took the brunt of the injury, brutally reminded of bruising that same spot days earlier.
"I'm dead serious," Ichigo hissed, clutching the new wound, "I won't let you marry her!" He threw himself at his father again, infuriated by the older man's cocky grin.
While the two Kurosakis were struggling with one another, the girls heard the sounds of feet racing down the sidewalk in their direction. Orihime, Karin, and Yuzu turned to see three teenagers headed their way.
The one dressed all in white with black hair led the pack, glasses glinting. Uryuu already had his light bow out, the white-blue fire lighting up the sidewalk brighter than the streetlights. Slightly behind him was a tall, well-built, brown haired boy, his tight shirt showing the rippling muscles underneath as he ran. Chad hadn't yet called out his armor, but Orihime could clearly see he was ready to at any second. And nearly even with Chad was Tatsuki, keeping good time with her super-powered classmates. Even though she had never been adventuring in other worlds, she did run five kilometers a day for judo club.
Orihime cried out when she saw them while Yuzu's eyes grew large and Karin looked sort of nonplussed. Upon seeing the Kurosaki children, Uryuu extinguished his bow and adjusted his glasses. Within another second, the new set of spectators had pulled even with the old.
"We heard the commotion," Tatsuki panted, catching her breath, "But... Ichigo's just fighting his dad?"
"Tatsuki-chan, it's awful!" Orihime cried, "He's fighting him because of me! It's all my fault!" The three newcomers looked at one another for a moment before speaking again.
"Technically," Uryuu corrected, "This is all Kurosaki's fault. Both of them." This really didn't help Orihime's disposition any.
"Well, I guess I lost," Tatsuki finally sighed, "I bet Orihime would call it all off before it got to this." Orihime almost voiced her confusion and dismay before the others also spoke up.
"I lost the first day," Uryuu said with a shrug.
"Someone should text Mizuiro," Chad suggested, "So he can close the pool." Karin, meanwhile, had a smug look on her face as she crossed her arms.
"Hah! I beat all you suckers!" she crowed, "I had my money on today! Now I can get that new set of cleats!" Orihime and Yuzu both looked aghast.
"You were... betting on Kurosaki-kun?" she asked, forgetting to use the more familiar given name, "That's cruel!"
"That's business," Mizuiro said calmly, walking up from behind them, phone in hand, "Thanks for the text, Arisawa-san. Sucks that I was wrong, though."
"What did you bet?"
"I thought he was going to snap at school this morning," the player said evenly, "I tried to text you guys, but he took my phone."
"That sucks."
"Hnn."
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.
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After walking home in fragile silence with Orihime, Ichigo had gone straight to his room to steel himself for what he had to do. He'd ignored the piteous looks she'd given him and only grunted in response to anything she asked him. He was vaguely aware that he was worrying her, but at the moment he didn't care - he needed to brace his nerves for this.
He was about to stab his own father in the back and steal his fiancee.
Ichigo had planned the scenario out perfectly in his head. He'd come down before dinner while she was cooking and send Yuzu and Karin out of the room. Then he'd wrap his arms around her from behind and whisper in her ear. He'd tell her to leave his father to be with him. He'd even apologize for everything bad he'd done over the past three months; anything if she would just say yes. Ichigo was hardly a romantic, but even he had to admit that this plan was perfect.
So it should have come as absolutely no surprise to him that something would screw it up. Or more accurately, someone.
The first thing he noticed when he came downstairs was that the kitchen was relatively quiet. There was the soft sound of people talking, but his sisters were already gone. Maybe Orihime was on the phone? That would certainly make things easier.
But as he reached the bottom of the stairs and got a clear view of the kitchen, he saw why.
There, sitting on the kitchen table was Orihime, leaning forward to receive a kiss from Isshin. He even had his hand on her thigh, still covered by her pleated school skirt. And at this sight, all of Ichigo's well-laid plans disintegrated as the last of his self-control splintered and broke entirely.
"YOU!" he bellowed, grabbing his old man by the back of the shirt and dragging him with him, "Outside, now!"
"Ichigo, what--?"
"Ichigo-kun, don't-!"
"Out of the damn gigai!" Ichigo demanded, "And get outside!" He jerked Isshin around to glare at him. The old man simply faced him with a menacing grin.
"Are you challenging me over Orihime-chan, son?" he asked, a wicked glint in his eyes. Ichigo knew his dad could probably kick his ass if he'd fully recovered his reiatsu after his stunt in the dangai, but he wasn't about to let that intimidate him. This was more important than an ass-kicking.
"I'm doing what I should've done Friday," he growled, slapping his shinigami representative badge to his chest and pulling himself away from his body. At this, Orihime gasped and hopped off the table to run to him and catch his slumping body.
"Kuro-- Ichigo-kun, don't do this!" she pleaded frantically. Isshin held out a hand to signal for her to stay back while pulling a dispenser of Soul Candy out of his jacket.
"It's alright, Orihime-chan," he said firmly, never taking his eyes off his fuming son, "This is something Ichigo has to do. Right, son?" Ichigo might have been oblivious to some things, but he knew a challenge when he heard one.
"That's right, old man," Ichigo growled, "You and me, outside. Now." There was a pop as Isshin left his gigai to its new mod soul, pulling away fully-dressed in his shinigami garb.
"Watch Orihime-chan," he ordered it, following Ichigo to the door. His possessed body saluted as they disappeared, leaving the distressed girl alone with him and Ichigo's body.
Out in the street, the sun had already set for the evening. It was still too early in the year for the sun to stay up much past the time Ichigo got home from school. But that was alright with him; this way, whatever damage he and Isshin accrued would go unnoticed.
As a nearby streetlight flickered to life, Isshin emerged from the house, leaping into the road and causing spiderweb cracks in the pavement to form under his feet.
"You're going to piss the neighbors off if you keep showing off like that, old man," Ichigo remarked, his voice lacking any hint of amusement. Isshin grinned lopsidedly as Ichigo unsheathed Zangetsu, bandages unfurling behind him.
"They'll live," he remarked casually, "Anyway, it took you long enough to do this. What's wrong, Ichigo? Jealous?" Ichigo's face darkened at the provocation. But he was past the point of caring what anyone thought about it.
"Maybe I am," he said, voice low and dangerous.
"I thought you wanted her to move on to someone else," Isshin teased, pushing Engetsu loose from his sheath with a click, "Don't tell me you changed your mind!"
"I did," Ichigo said firmly, "I realized what I was doing wrong. Now I'm going to beat you and take Inoue back, if she'll have me." Isshin huffed a laugh as he lowered his eyes.
"That's pretty confident of you, Ichigo," he said with a smirk, "Alright, then. If you can beat me, she's yours. But no bankai, and no mask. Deal?" Ichigo smirked back, unintentionally mirroring his father's expression.
"I don't need it to take you down," Ichigo replied, his tone unduly cocky, "Let's go, old man!"
Anyone spiritually sensitive within a kilometer radius heard what happened next. Both men flew at each other, full-tilt, sparks flying from their swords as they clashed. Reiatsu poured off them in waves, bathing their street battlefield in a deep, heavy aura. Had any weaker people ventured out into their arena, they'd have been driven to their knees instantly.
At the moment, however, only Karin, Yuzu, and Orihime were watching. Isshin's mod soul had draped himself over Orihime's shoulders, fretfully watching the two monsters duel. Even though Yuzu couldn't see the two men clearly, she could definitely feel the heat radiating off them and was vaguely following them with her eyes. Orihime and Karin could see them clearly, the former wringing her hands fretfully while the latter whistled appreciatively.
"I didn't know the old goat had it in him," she remarked in awe. Even Kon had leaned out Ichigo's window to spectate.
"Go Ichigo!" The plushie cheered, waving his stubby paws, "Kick his ass! Get our woman back!"
"I'm not sharing!" Ichigo answered, parrying a blow from his dad and counter-attacking. This comment caused Isshin to grin as he dodged.
"She's not yours yet!" Isshin reminded him, striking low to knock Ichigo off guard, "How many years do you think I've got on you?" Ichigo absorbed the impact on his leg, a shallow gash forming across his thigh. He gritted his teeth and adjusted his weight to compensate.
"Aizen had plenty of years on me, and see how much it helped him!" Ichigo countered, thrusting and giving his father a deep gash across his shoulder.
"Oho, going for my head, eh?" he teased, using the opening to slam Ichigo in the ribs with the hilt of his sword, "Good, good! I'd be disappointed if you weren't serious about this!" Ichigo took the brunt of the injury, brutally reminded of bruising that same spot days earlier.
"I'm dead serious," Ichigo hissed, clutching the new wound, "I won't let you marry her!" He threw himself at his father again, infuriated by the older man's cocky grin.
While the two Kurosakis were struggling with one another, the girls heard the sounds of feet racing down the sidewalk in their direction. Orihime, Karin, and Yuzu turned to see three teenagers headed their way.
The one dressed all in white with black hair led the pack, glasses glinting. Uryuu already had his light bow out, the white-blue fire lighting up the sidewalk brighter than the streetlights. Slightly behind him was a tall, well-built, brown haired boy, his tight shirt showing the rippling muscles underneath as he ran. Chad hadn't yet called out his armor, but Orihime could clearly see he was ready to at any second. And nearly even with Chad was Tatsuki, keeping good time with her super-powered classmates. Even though she had never been adventuring in other worlds, she did run five kilometers a day for judo club.
Orihime cried out when she saw them while Yuzu's eyes grew large and Karin looked sort of nonplussed. Upon seeing the Kurosaki children, Uryuu extinguished his bow and adjusted his glasses. Within another second, the new set of spectators had pulled even with the old.
"We heard the commotion," Tatsuki panted, catching her breath, "But... Ichigo's just fighting his dad?"
"Tatsuki-chan, it's awful!" Orihime cried, "He's fighting him because of me! It's all my fault!" The three newcomers looked at one another for a moment before speaking again.
"Technically," Uryuu corrected, "This is all Kurosaki's fault. Both of them." This really didn't help Orihime's disposition any.
"Well, I guess I lost," Tatsuki finally sighed, "I bet Orihime would call it all off before it got to this." Orihime almost voiced her confusion and dismay before the others also spoke up.
"I lost the first day," Uryuu said with a shrug.
"Someone should text Mizuiro," Chad suggested, "So he can close the pool." Karin, meanwhile, had a smug look on her face as she crossed her arms.
"Hah! I beat all you suckers!" she crowed, "I had my money on today! Now I can get that new set of cleats!" Orihime and Yuzu both looked aghast.
"You were... betting on Kurosaki-kun?" she asked, forgetting to use the more familiar given name, "That's cruel!"
"That's business," Mizuiro said calmly, walking up from behind them, phone in hand, "Thanks for the text, Arisawa-san. Sucks that I was wrong, though."
"What did you bet?"
"I thought he was going to snap at school this morning," the player said evenly, "I tried to text you guys, but he took my phone."
"That sucks."
"Hnn."