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kodoku-no-maria · 7 years

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“I Think I Wanna Merry You”

Ichiruki fanfiction.

@wonderstrevors it’s for you, love

Don’t know what length it will be, here’s a first chapter.

warning: obscene language and probable OOC of all the characters

Also fuck the canon after the last arc timeline.

CHAPTER 1

Kurosaki Ichigo. 24 years old. Eyes - brown, hair - orange. One night I met Kuchiki Rukia, a shinigami, and she changed my life forever. At the age of 16 I died but because of my haritage I could become a shinigami and technically I still can live inside my body. Loopholes, I know. After fighting afterlife beaurocracy, soul eating monsters and powerful psycoes, I went to university (like a normal person) to study Law and got a degree. I was looking forward to the rest of my life: protecting people as much as I can and then when the time comes passing onto the afterlife and protecting people as a shinigami. Which wasn't so far in the future according to the 12th division. You see, in order to beat all those monsters and psychos, I had to become strong, really strong. So strong, in fact, that now my physical body cannot contain my soul for long as it deteriorates at high speed. But I was content with the time I had left and the place in the Soul Society that was waiting for me. I thought I had finally found my peace.

And yet..why? Why do I find myself in this situation? Lying next to Rukia, who by the way looks so carefree in her sleep while I'm agonizing here! This little... being so calm on our....wedding night.

When did it all go wrong?

It all began three weeks ago when my body started to become very weak. To give my body a break from my soul, from time to time I would go to Soul Society and live there for a while. I would also use that as an internship to practice my legal skills and help the shinigami to modernize their legal system. Because they really-really need help with it. Thankfully, Ukitake-san is very good at studying. It took me only bringing him some of my law books (with Urahara's help) and explaining a few things and now he seems to even be better at it than some of the top students that I remember from university.

So it had come time to go to Soul Society again.

- Kurosaki-san, the gates are ready - Urahara-san said with delight

- Yeah, thanks again. I could have contacted Seireitei, but I don't want to inconvinience them more than I already do. And that would take longer....

- Oh, you're very welcome. You know you can always ask me if you need anything. And of course you would want to go there as soon as possible....

- Hm? Why?

-...you'll see - Urahara-san answered in his usual misterious tone so I didn't pay much attention to his words - Well, off you go. Have a pleasant stay...and good luck

When I arrived in Soul Society I immediately got greated by people from the 13th and 12th devisions

- Kurosaki Ichigo! You have finally shown your face! - Kiyone's voice rang through my ears, the strange looking people from the 12th division didn't say anything other than "Hello"

- Kiyone. You guys. Hi. You know you didn't have to come get me. I kinda learned my way around Seiretei a long time ago - that earned me a smile

- We just wanted to make sure you arrived in one piece...

-...Given you decided to go with Urahara-san's gates option - the thorny head guy commented clearly dissatisfied with my choice of "transportation"

- Well, we shouldn't keep you long. Just let the guys check you up and you will be good to go see Kuchiki! - Kiyone made way for the guys from the 12th devision and they for a few minutes surrounded me with some devices, as weird looking as they were. And then as suddenly as they had appeared before me, they were gone. And only Kiyone stood there smiling...beaming actually.

- You're in an awfully good mood today - I smiled at her. It was hard not to when she looked so happy

- Oh, of course I am! You have arrived! And that lifted a huge weight off my shoulders. I mean, I was sooo worried when I heard the news. But deep inside we all knew that it had to be you. Ooohh we're all so happy that it is you.

To say that confused the hell out of me would be putting it mindly

- Wait-wait, Kiyone. Were you expecting me? I didn't actually tell anyone I was coming. Even Rukia. That was kind of a spur of the moment decision... - and I could see her expression changing - What are you talking about? What's that about Rukia...Is she OK?

- Ahm...Haven't you come here...for the wedding?

- For what???

I saw red. I felt angry. And I knew exactly where I could pour it out. So I headed for the quarters of the 6th divison, leaving Kiyone stunned and robbed off her great mood for the rest of the day.

- Renji!!!!!!!

I found him in the training facility, shaping up some rookies.

- Ichigo??? - so he clearly hadn't been expecting me

- Oh, don't act all surprised. What the fuck is going on?

- I was going to contact you - he started - but we all heard about it only a few days ago...She kept it all to herself until it was final.. I was as shocked as you are

- Wait..it's not you? - if only it could get more confusing...it could

Renji looked at me with hurt in his eyes and a hint of disbelief

- Of course it's not me, dumbass. I have already been rejected, remember?

At that point I started to slowly cool off. It was strange for Kiyone to think it was me if it had been Renji, right? And yes Renji actually had much more courage than me in that respect. And he was turned down. Once, we had realized our feelings and promised to give each other a fair chance to confess. And the one who got turned down would step away and move on. I wanted to wait until I was a full fledged shinigami and had my place firmly in Soul Society. I had thought time was on my side.

And now there was someone else. And I felt my blood boil again.

- Why don't you go ask her? - he said, turning his attention back to his baffled rookies who were murmuring, probably trying to put my name and what they had heard together. And before I could embarass myself more(at least in front of young shinigami) I finally headed to where Rukia was.

At some point I had learned how to destinguish others' spiritual presence and with a little bit of practice to even pinpoint someone's location. And when I was in Soul Society, I could always tell where she was. Because I always felt her presence somewhere at the back of my mind. It's just out of all the souls hers feels painfully familiar. And finding her usually feels like..finding myself.

She was in her office. With Kiyone. And now she not only knew I was in Seireitei but could probably feel me standing right outside the door and gathering the will to face her.

The moment Kiyone registered my spiritual pressure she rushed out of Rukia's office, bumping into me. She gave me a sympathetic smile and whispered "Sorry" on her way out. I stepped into Rukia's office and shut the door behind me.

- What's the meaning of all this? - I demanded answers. Which was my mistake, I realize now.

- I'm getting married, what is there to explain? - she answered coldly. I knew those eyes. Those eyes were her "I have made a decision to sacrifice myself and please be so kind to fuck off and let me do it" eyes.

- Is this one of Byakuya's twisted ideas of honor and duty again??? Did he force you to agree to this? Is that's what it's about?

- Byakuya Nii-sama isn't forcing me to do anything! - her cold demeanor started to crack as her voice rose

- Making you marry someone you didn't choose is not forcing you???

At that point we were practically shouting at each other, all up in each other's faces.

- Idiot...I am choosing!

"Then why can't you choose ME?"

I couldn't possibly ask her that....I wanted to scream at her "choose me". Everything in me cried for her to choose me. And yet words just wouldn't come out. I had fought monsters who were far beyond my level and had had no fear. But there I was at the mercy of a 144-cm-tall girl. Silence fell upon us.

- Have you calmed down? - she asked after a few minutes - Are you willing to listen? Or do I need to smack you? - She asked if she needed to hit me...and hit me either way. That did bring some sense into me though.

- Why are you doing this, Rukia, if no one's forcing you?

- Why are you here, Ichigo?

- Don’t change the subject. I came to talk some sense into you. Obviously, you need that!

- Kiyone was just here - she was not impressed with my lying skills. I should have cheated more in school - Ichigo...it hasn't even been half a human year... - I heard concern in her voice. She was about to sacrifice her happiness for the sake of her family and still found it in herself to worry about me. What an idiot...

- It's ok. Answer me. Why are you doing this?

- Is it so hard to believe that it's my own decision? - she looked at me, her eyes gave away sadness and exaustion. It looked as if she had been having the same conversation again and again. And was tired of explaning herself.

- No! That's the thing. You have this martyr complex that always pushes you to put everyone else above yourself. I believe it's your decision. What I don't understand is why it is your decision. You have never said anything about love...yet alone marriage...If you had, then...

- Then what? - she asked sincerely. It was so clear how oblivious she was to my feelings. I felt pathetic.

- Then I wouldn't...I wouldn't be so surprised. - I lied

She stepped closer to me. I could feel my heartbeat racing and ringing through my ears. I just hoped she couldn't. But she took my hand in hers. Her hands looked ridiculously tiny in comparison to mine. For a moment it crossed my mind that she hadn't changed a bit in all those years. She had cut her hair shorter and kept it that way. And still she looked exactly as she had that fateful night when I met her.

- Ichigo...You are worried about me, I understand. You are my closest friend after all - that stung... - But you have to trust me when I say I know what I'm doing.

- Can you..at least fill me in about it?

- Sure - she smiled at me and turned to her desk fussing with some papers - but first - I have work. I need to read through these..

- I'll help you. And while I'm helping you can tell me everything about... - I had to compose myself - your future husband

- Well - her smile faded one again - I don't know him yet. That what the omiai is for. I'm going to meet multiple suitable candidates, of course aproved by the Kuchiki family, and then I will choose one

- And...if none of them are to your liking, Rukia-sama? - tried to mock her to make her smile again and I succeeded

- Idiot - she laughed - I will choose one - she repeated herself.

I didn't like the sound of that. But I decided to leave it be for the time being. Like hell was I gonna let her get married to some noble prick with a stick up his ass. Over my dead body. Which was now probably possesed by Kon, hitting on girls all over the place. Somehow I found that that was the least of my worries.

So we continued working, never touching that subject again. The day was done and Rukia invited me over to the Kuchiki mansion. I usually stayed at Kuukaku-san's place, but sometimes Rukia would invite me for a few days with her and Byakuya.

Byakuya looked as composed as ever. Nothing about him gave a feeling that he was about to marry off his only little sister. And that pissed me off. But I had promised Rukia not to pick a fight with Byakuya, so I...tried as hard as I could.

When the evening was over, we all went to our rooms. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to sit on the veranda for a while and think about what I was going to do next. The moon was beautiful. It reminded me of the day long ago when I fought Grand Fisher on the anniversary of my mother's death. Rukia had been by my side. Thanks to Rukia I had been able to fight my mother's murderer. And to break the wall I had built between myself and my family. She had told me that day that she would respect my privacy and that was really important to me. And there I was...invading hers, imposing on her decisions. What was I doing... I just wanted her to be happy. And I just..had always thought that I would be the one to make her happy.

My train of thought was interupted by a knockon the door.

- Kurosaki? Could we talk?

- Byakuya? Yeah, sure...come in?

Nothing on Byakuya's face showed what he was about to say. Although he did look a little bit softer, dressed in a kimono and not shinigami uniform. He wasn't wearing his scarf either. It looked as if he had been ready to go to sleep when the urgent thought compelled him to pay me a visit.

- Were you able to change her mind? - Byakuya finally broke the silence

- No

Was he afraid that I could mess this whole wedding up? He sure was right to be.

- I apologize for burdening you with our family matters, but could you...try again?

- What? - Ok that I wasn't expecting

- I'm most certain it must have come as a shock to you when you heard about Rukia getting married. But that in fact has been a matter discussed for a long time in our household. My wife...Hisana, as you know, passed away. Long ago. We didn't have children, unfortunately. And since then I have been expected to find a new wife. I'm unable to do so. But what I will ask you to understand is that a noble family is not an ordinary family. One of us should continue the line and...have a successor.

- But why should it be Rukia? And why right now? She clearly doesn't have anyone she's in love with...Otherwise she wouldn't be so stuck on that stupid idea - I almost forgot where I was and raised my voice, but I checked myself immediately

- I share your frustration, Kurosaki Ichigo. The urgency comes from our elders having begun to search for a wife. For me. And Rukia took it upon herself to protect her late sister's place by my side.

- I knew it! - I exclaimed - I knew she was doing it for someone else! She doesn't want to get married to some snobby little noble boy. She never would - I couldn't contain my happiness. I was basically grasping at straws looking for a reason to ruin the omiai.

- Rukia feels that if she marries someone from a noble house that would ease the elders' concern. Unfortunately, the elders actually found the idea very appealing. And now they are adamant to marry her off. And, Kurosaki, my hands are tied. The only hope I have is you.

His voice sounded so desperate. Almost as desperate as mine was when I tried to persuade Rukia to change her mind.

- I tried. But she's so stubborn.

- I see. Am I to understand that you have given up?

- Hell no. I'm not gonna let her get married just because she feels she has to. Even if I have to beat all your elders' asses. Now that I know that's not what she actually wants, there's no way I'm letting her do this

- ... I would prefer you restrain yourself from assualting our elders, Kurosaki Ichigo. But I do hope you succeed. No matter what, don't let her marry someone she doesn't love. I will leave you now.

- Yeah. Don't worry. I won't let her.

And I would come to feel really guilty for lying to him that night.

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reinasescape · 7 years

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Something Borrowed, Something Blue (Takao Maruyama)

Summary: You were happy together, or so you had thought. One day, out of the blue, Takao drops you off at home and tells you it’s over. Just like that, no explanation, no answers, it was just over. He avoided you like the plague: no phone calls, texts, or emails. Only radio silence. Not even the guys could get through to him. A person could only take so much though. Dumped by two fiances in less than 2 years had to be a record of some kind. Having sworn off men, you poured yourself into your craft.Another two years go by in the blink of an eye, and you find yourself back in Tokyo again. Back in your old stomping grounds, things have changed, and so have you. Will old flames rekindle even when they’re not meant to?

Part 5: Hopelessly Caught in You

For other parts: Fanfiction Masterpost

Adrenaline pumped as your feet hit the pavement. You tried to concentrate on the feel of the concrete under your feet, the burn in your muscles, and the wind in your face. You were out earlier than normal, but sleep had given up on you hours ago. This beat tossing and turning in your bed, wallowing in guilt. You had done nothing wrong. The two of you were both willing and grown adults. You were single, he was single, or so you told yourself. But you knew that in your mind, you were still tied to Takao. Regardless of his new engagement, he was…. No you couldn’t think like that. Refusing to even entertain the thought, you sped up, not even caring that you were hitting the pavement harder than your ankles appreciated.

AHHH why couldn’t you forget about last night?! The music blaring through your headphones couldn’t make the image of Tatsuki disappear. It was like the sight of him was etched permanently into your corneas.

Last night only the wind and crickets in the distance told you the world had not froze. Looking at him with eyes the size of saucers, your brain struggled to catch up. Did you hear him right?

When your mind finally thawed, words spewed forward without thought. "Go out with you? Are you insane?!" "It's not such a shock is it?” He faked a wince. “We already--" "Stop!" you interrupted with a hand. "There's no need for a post-mortem." "It happened. Not talking about it won't change that. Give it a try. What do you have to lose?" 'Everything.' But you couldn't confess that to him.

It didn’t help that his offer was so tempting, but you refused to show vulnerability. You weren’t the same person you were just a few weeks ago. You didn’t do one night stands and not with Takao’s little brother of all people! One of you had to be insane, perhaps both of you!

"I just want to forget about that night. It was a mistake,” you said sharply. "Ouch. It wasn't that bad was it?" 'Of course not.' But that was exactly why you had to forget about it. You couldn’t tell if the hurt was real or not. Since when did Tatsuki become so smooth? He was Takao's little brother for goodness' sake! You wanted to slap yourself awake.

Could you still look yourself in the mirror if things got complicated? Oh who were you kidding? Things were already complicated. They were irreversibly tangled from the moment you fell into bed together. And without the cloud of alcohol, the memories of that night were clearer.

The combustible passion when his lips met yours. The way the air had cracked and sizzled like live lightning when he touched you. Not even Takao inspired that all consuming blaze inside you, so how much worse could the fall out be this time around.

"I'm not looking for a relationship," you said flatly. "That's fine,” he refused to be deterred. "Really?" you raised an eyebrow. With a family unit like Takao’s, you would expect the boys to be looking for soulmates not flings. "No, but if I said that, you'd run as fast as your legs could carry you." That was your cue to start walking.

"Hey, hey, it was a joke,” he grabbed your hand, pulling you to a halt. "You're not very funny." "Tough audience,” he shrugged and laughed. Somewhere along the two years, Tatsuki had shed the boy who would blush and stammer. There was no denying the man he had become.

You ran faster, sweat dripping from your brow, as you tried to escape your inner demons. Why did he have to show up now? You only had a few more weeks until Takao’s wedding, and then you could finally put it all behind you. It was like the universe was conspiring against you. The tightness in your chest gripped and twisted your heart. He’d get married, and you’ll move on even if you had to rip out your own heart in the process. Did he ever really love you? If he did, why were you the only one suffering still?

The breath in your chest burned, but you continued on. It didn’t matter that you could barely see through the tears you refused to cry. If your whole body hurt, perhaps you could ignore the pain in your chest. Only when your lungs were about to give up on you, did you come to a halt, hands on your knees. Right on the path, regardless of who could see you, you sank into a crouch.

“Are you alright?!” a voice shouted in panic behind you. Through your turmoil, you could barely register it was male.

“Hey, do you want me to call an ambulance?” This time the voice came closer and the owner’s hand turned you around. Your vision went in and out of focus as you squinted at the person in front of you.

“Takao?” It was the first name on your lips. “Is there something wrong with your heart?” It was only then that you realized one of your hands had fisted your t-shirt over your heart. “I’m fine.” You unclenched your hand, finally lifting your face only to find that your eyes were blurry with unshed tears. “But you’re crying.” The warmest brown eyes were filled with worry as they gazed at you. You took his proffered hand, letting him pull you to your feet. “It’s nothing.” You pulled your hand from his. It wasn’t Takao.

“You shouldn’t run like that if there’s something wrong with your heart.” Your rubbed the tears away with the back of your hand. “I said I’m fine. What are you doing here? Stalking me?” The harsh words left your lips. What was wrong with you? You were never this rude.

Tatsuki looks absolutely at ease though. His hair barely damp with perspiration, his t-shirt molded to his shoulder and sculpted chest. You stopped there as you caught yourself staring. You must be exhausted. That would be the only excuse you allowed yourself for being so rude as to ogle him in plain daylight. It didn’t escape his notice though. He raised an eyebrow at you, as the corners of his lips lifted. He was so sure of yourself, you just wanted to slap the grin off his face.

“It’s a public park, but if you must know, I took an educated guess,” he shrugged. “Huh?” you said like a half-wit, trying not to acknowledge you had been caught staring. “This is the same trail you and Takao used to run.” “What?” Your mind was busy catching up while your eyes were wide as saucers. “I said-” “I know what you said.” You didn’t even notice. You had simply left the house not even thinking twice about it. Old habits die hard, and you couldn’t seem to escape yours.

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“Here.”

You caught the sports drink that arced through the air. The two of you sat on a bench, watching others run past you, not saying a word. The wind felt so good on your heated skin.

“Wanna talk about it?” In a corner of your mind, you noted the familiarity of his speech but said nothing. Why bother? It was undeniable that things were different between you and Tatsuki.

“No.” you shook your head. Silence fell again, and you were thankful he didn’t press. You couldn’t bare it if others knew exactly how much of a mess you were. Without the fragile illusion of strength, you wouldn’t be able to get up in the morning to face the world. The days were ticking down. You had to get it together. Otherwise it would be hopeless after Takao married to someone else.

“I haven’t given up yet.” He said, still looking out into the distance. Neither of you looked at each other, both choosing the trees that hide the busy city. A slice of quiet carved into the morning before millions rushed off to work and you back to reality.

You took another swig. Swallowing, for the first time since you got back to Tokyo, you blanked out the million thoughts in your head. “Yes.” “What?” He whipped around so quickly to face you, he knocked over his drink. Not that he noticed as the drink quickly soaked the ground. You could feel his gaze fixed on you. “I said ‘yes.’

Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay. I know I said I would post monthly, but I haven’t really had the motivation for writing. Many of the writers that here when I started have left tumblr, and others have stopped writing. It’s definitely quieter on my dash than it was before. I think most of my followers are more here for screenshots which makes it doubly easy to procrastinate. But here it is. I finally got my but in gear to finish the last part. Enough of my rambling.

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