Kurosaki Ichigo

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I am not what has happened to me. I am what I choose to become Rules |☠︎︎| Bio |☠︎︎| Ask Independent Kurosaki Ichigo from the manga bleach, 18+, oc friendly, partially active, written by Ash ❤︎₊⊹

[yxngrou]

I couldn't resist ( @ichxgo)

I've been inspired by this ask

( my art stylist is getting a bit wonky, but I managed.)

[ichxgo]

' Hey Ichigo! ' She waved at the other, running to him she panted heavily, as if she was searching for him for awhile. ' Happy Birthday! I don't have a cake, but If you'd like I can buy you something! anything you want just name it.' Orihime beamed her arms behind her back.

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       “Inoue…?” 

He cringes, entire body tensing up as she narrowly dodges a car, auburn hair flying behind her. She looks winded, as if she’s been looking all over for him, and for a second all he can do is stare. 

        She remembered.

There’s a small shake of his head before he glances away, almost embarrassed by the fuss.

           “You really don’t have to buy me anything, Inoue.” 

He means it. He knows she’d spend more than she should if he let her. 

                “But if you really want to do something,” He raises the phone in his hand, the short shopping list still on the screen. “I’m running some errands. You could keep me company for a while.” 

A faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

         “Or if you have some bread lying around…” 

[ichxgo]

❝ ⸻ happy birthday. ❞ from not a birthday person

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          He grins. Even if he knows better. 

She's so easy to poke at, and besides, she absolutely deserves it. 

                “You came all the way here just to say that? If I didn’t know better I’d think you were making excuses to see me.” 

          “I mean you could’ve just called. Or texted. Or sent me one of those weird Soul Society tweets. ”

[ichxgo]

Amagai, a Kidō Master? Undoubtedly. A passable cook? Heavily debatable.

However, the latter didn't stop Amagai from putting Kidō and cooking together for the sake of Ichigo's birthday. 

A large cake is what awaits Ichigo at their front door, strawberry-flavored and spiced, incredibly spiced, maybe too spiced, filled with a number of candles representing Ichigo's age, candles that were alight with energy that could only be birthed from Kidō. A Kidō-derived energy also seems to faintly radiate from the cake's icing, giving it an almost ethereal quality.

Was this cake edible? There was only one way to find out... 

.... But, before that was put to the test, there was the matter of a small letter near the cake, reading,

'Happy Birthday, don't eat it all at once! Seriously, don't, I'm not sure what will happen. A few pieces will be fine, though! Really, enjoy yourself! From Shūsuke, and everyone here in the 3rd Division!'

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       That glow is ominous. 

It illuminates the entire cake and leaves it with a slight sparkle. It’s unmistakably kido. Just sitting on his doorstep. Looking significantly less like a birthday cake and significantly more like a bomb in disguise.

        “Uh… Absolutely not.”

He doesn’t even bend down yet. Just stands there, squinting. His gaze darts automatically up and down the walkway.

Is this a prank? An assassination attempt? 

He raises his voice a fraction. 

           “Urahara…?”

Nothing. 

He crouches. 

        “Fucking hell, I’ve never seen food look this much like a trap.”

His eyes finally catch the folded note and he picks it up.

Happy Birthday…

              “…from Shūsuke.”

That… somehow explains everything. And absolutely nothing. Well, the guy certainly didn’t hold a grudge. Nice touch really. 

He shakes his head, carefully lifting the tray on the tips of his fingers as if transporting a plate full of angry spiders.

              “Third Division really signed off on this?”

He eyes the glowing candles one more time before he blows them out. 

                    Maybe he'll feed a piece to Zangetsu first. Just to be safe.

[ichxgo]

"Happy birthday, king! I can't bake, but I did find some cheese and prosciutto in the fridge." Things that Grimmjow probably bought with plans to make something out of it later. Too bad Zangetsu got to it first, and his creation is arguably better.

It's a skinned human arm. Or at least it looks like a human arm, but it's actually just cheese molded into the shape of one and covered in prosciutto to make it look fleshy. A single birthday candle protrudes from the forearm. "Whaddaya think? Impressive, right?"

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           That’s an arm.

       Ichigo just stares.

                “You mean Grimmjow hasn’t taught you to cook yet?” 

The question comes out distracted, only half his attention on the words. The rest of his focus is occupied by Zangetsu’s creation sitting proudly on the table between them.

            “So… just to be clear. You saw cheese. And you saw meat. And you somehow immediately thought ‘severed arm.’

Though, honestly. This is probably the least disturbing severed body part Zangetsu has ever presented to him.

     Progress.

Ichigo studies it for another second, eyes drifting from the carefully wrapped muscle to the birthday candle sticking out of the forearm.

Then he looks back up at Zangetsu.

Then back down.

              “…Okay.”

He reaches into the drawer, pulls two pairs of chopsticks, tossing a set to Zangetsu.

             “Let’s eat.”

[the-pallid-king]

"Obviously." He agrees, a somewhat disappointed tone to his voice.

He shrugs, "Do you want other guys to be into me enough to fight you for me? That sounds crazy, y'know? Whatever he's doing, seems like he's being civil. That's normal. And for the record, smug is a good look on me, so no."

The way Ichigo seems so surprised cracks him up. "All of it, but especially the part where you were trying to be in a straight relationship." He frowns lightly at those chopsticks as they poke him, smacking them away half heartedly before he looks back up at Ichigo. He scoffs, "Exactly! Like I said; no one who's attracted to men doesn't drool over my ass. You were definitely attracted to me, I could tell. I don't waste my time on straight guys very often. You were attracted me, from inside the closet." At this point he's mostly just teasing to get a ride out of Ichigo, keeping himself entertained. He agrees with Ichigo's statement easily. "That, and you're hot. That fuckin' scowly thing you did every time you saw me? Like you wanted to strangle me in a murder way and also a kink way? Hot." Oh. There's that little jealous streak again. He grins. "Why? A little flirtatious distraction goes a long way sometimes." It's not his fault if someone is thinking too hard with their dick instead of working out the math they're negotiating.

He snorts a laugh at how casually Ichigo mentions his finances. "Good to know I'm still sittin' pretty after I hired my own kidnappers and you running my business." His brows go up, "Is that a real thing? Can I get one with a pole? Will you dance on it?" Of course his brain goes from strippers to Ichigo stripping. He's obsessed. Even if he did higher strippers, there's no way he'd find them as attractive as Ichigo.

Snorkeling. Huh. "Have you done that before?" He's genuinely curious. This all sounds a little far fetched; a tropical beach vacation with snorkeling. That's the kind of thing you see on TV, not the kind of thing he ever thought he'd experience. But he frowns. "Why would I hate it? Better yet, if you think I'm gonna hate it, why are we doing it?"

He rolls his eyes about being corrected. "How is a clinic different from a hospital?"

He makes a face about the ambulance. He's been in a couple of those and he's never had a good time. He goes back to picking at his food, huffing a small laugh about this doctor threatening to turn Ichigo in. He's pretty sure that's not legal, but maybe patient confidentiality only extends to drugs, not murder. He slurps down a noodle while watching Ichigo have a small crisis, a brow arching. He swallows, then grunts. "How many times has he patched you up? That's an awful lot of trust for a cousin a million times removed. Kinda seems like you might owe him big time."

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His eyes flick over and he snorts. “Would you be impressed if I fought other guys for you? Sounds like it. Plus, you’re dating me and not him, and that’s the kind of thing I do.” So long as Shiro isn’t attached to them, he’d fight a whole pack of guys. Why wouldn’t he? That fucking grin is going to kill him. He combats it with dry look of his own. “A long way toward them ending up dead.” 

“I was doing fine.” He might have killed her father a little. Ichigo’s eyes narrow so much they’re little more than slits. “I think my ‘closet’ was a place for hiding specifically from you. So more like a bomb shelter.” He really wanted to get away back then. Something about Shiro terrified him in a heart pounding sort of way. He huffs. “I still want to strangle you.” There hasn’t been a minute since he met Shiro he hasn’t wanted to get his hands around his neck. 

He takes a bite, totally unsurprised that’s Shiro’s first question. “Yes.” It is a thing. “Probably. Yeah.” Though ‘can I?’ and ‘should I?’ aren’t even close to the same thing. The last question trips him up. Enough he’s turning his head with his food headed halfway to his mouth. Can he dance? Passably. Does he? Only when he’s really tipsy or a job calls for it. But the reason he’s stuck, isn’t either of those. “Maybe.” His eyes coast along Shiro. “That sounds more like your thing.” And now that idea is thoroughly stuck in his brain. He’s going to be plagued by little fantasy pole dancing boyfriends for the rest of his life. 

“Yeah, of course I have.” For most people, snorkeling wasn’t exactly unusual. School trips, family vacations…

Shiro never had any of that.

“I’m kidding. It’ll be fun. It’s not even that athletic, so it should be perfect for you.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “You can drink while we paddle around. And if you hate it, we’ll do something else. Like see turtles or dolphins or something.” 

“A clinic is smaller.” He shrugs. “We did mostly routine stuff.” The distinction hardly matters anymore. Even with Isshin out, nobody’s lining up to see the doctor who just got out of prison.

He drops his head into his hands. “Who even knows? He’s been doing it since we were young.” When Ichigo couldn’t go to his father. Maybe Shiro wants context, Ichigo’s not sure why else he’d ask. “We grew up together.” His look borders distress when Shiro confirms that. “Why would you say that? How do you pay back someone that doesn’t ever ask for anything?” He clicks his tongue, looks around until he spots that old man. “Hey, old guy, we’re going to need two of these packed up.” In case Shiro gets hungry again later.

[quehecke]

my favourite ichigo form

[ichxgo]

A sigh escapes as she tucked her arms behind her back, a usual posture she hasn't carried in so long. ❝ you told me not to sketch you , so I will deliberately disobey you because i don't want to listen to you, by the way.❞

She slides him the sheet. Supposed she'd use his birthday as an excuse.

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        He’s braced for the worst.

As the page slides across the table, he’s already expecting another joke at his expense. Maybe he’s an orange this time. Maybe she’s decided he needs a tail or rabbit ears like Rukia. Maybe both.

Instead—

     It’s just…

               Him.

Not scowling. Not swinging Zangetsu around like a lunatic. Just him.

Ichigo blinks, eyes lingering on the sketch. His gaze catches on little details. Like the way she shaded his hair, the seams of his armor, the expression she somehow managed to pin down without making him look like an idiot. She really does notice more than he gave her credit for.

      He leans back and looks up at her.

                “…That’s me.”

It comes out too soft, so he clears his throat. 

He looks back at the drawing, rubbing a thumb awkwardly along the edge of the paper instead of touching the sketch itself. He doesn’t want to smudge it. 

            “You actually tried.”

[ichxgo]

Sliiides over a nice big beef mentaiko rice bowl. Made by himself of course. "Happy birthday."

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His eyes get progressively wider the closer the bowl slides toward him.

It’s huge. And it’s real food, not some hollow road kill Grimmjow dragged in hoping he’d be impressed. 

             “Wagyu?” Said with more hope than expertise. He has no clue what people mean when they talk about marbling. 

Hot sauce. He needs hot sauce. The more the better. 

He’s so busy trying to calculate how to fit this entire thing into his stomach that he almost forgets the Arrancar attached to it.

        Ichigo throws Grimmjow a glance.  “...thanks.” 

His eyes slide right back to the bowl and those thin slices of meat. He can’t even help it. 

           “So…can I eat it now?” Wait. “Where’s yours?” 

                 Is he supposed to share? 

[ichxgo]

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[ichxgo]

“Hey! Happy birthday, kid! You got any plans?” Kaien kicked Ichigo’s door in loud and proud, no shame. “No? Good cuz you’re coming with me!” Clearly the guy was beyond listening to excuses.

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                 “Wha—no?”

No was clearly the wrong answer. 

                      “I have plans! I have plans!”

One second, he’s enjoying the rare luxury of sleeping in. The next, his front door is being kicked open hard enough to rattle it on the hinges, Kaien already halfway inside like breaking and entering is the most normal thing in the world. Completely rational behavior. 

With the exact same energy as Ichigo's old man.

Loud. Uninvited. Completely impossible to stop. A fucking tidal wave in person form.

Which is exactly why Ichigo never gives his old man the address to his apartment.

That obviously wasn’t stopping Kaien. 

                    “How’d—How'd you find me!?” 

[ichxgo]

"Happy Birthday, Kurosaki." Kensei nods and ruffles Ichigo's hair. "C'mon, I'm taking you out for your birthday. And here," he tosses a gift over to him. "Move your ass."

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Ichigo blinks as Kensei’s hand lands on his head, orange hair flattened for all of half a second before fluttering back into its usual style.

       “Out?” 

He isn’t even sure who told Kensei. Or if the man just remembered on his own.

Then again, being a Visored probably meant he was a little more open to all the modern conveniences Seireitei kept stumbling into. Maybe his phone sent him a reminder.

    Weird. 

Released, Ichigo looks over, tries to gauge whether he misheard. 

            “To eat?” 

      That’s all the convincing he needs. 

He’s already angling toward the door when something thumps against his chest. His hands come up on reflex, catching the package before it can hit the floor.

         It’s a present. Kensei got him something?

He stares at it, but then his eyes narrows with a touch of suspicion. “It’s not a frilly apron is it?” Because if Kensei thinks he’s forgotten about scrubbing all those dishes, he’s wrong. 

[ichxgo]

She isn't keeping her mouth shut for that ❝ what do you mean I need glasses - I can see absolutely fine & fine enough to sketch & design buildings ❞

⎡ @yxngrou ⫿ unscripted ⫿ accepting ⎦

              “I heard your old man used to wear them. Maybe you can borrow a pair of his. Sounds genetic.” 

        “Guess you’re not as perfect as you thought.”

[ichxgo]

"You know, they say that cats domesticated themselves." Zangetsu gives him a knowing grin, then casts his gaze to Grimmjow noisily chopping vegetables in the kitchen. "I think we're watching history repeat itself right now."

⎡ @killerinstincts ⫿ unscripted ⫿ accepting ⎦

      "Huh?"

Ichigo blinks, lost to where this is headed.

Did they pick up another stray while he wasn’t looking?

His gaze drops, making a quick headcount of the apartment’s Hollow population. The lizard. The bird. The bat. He hasn’t seen that one in a while. The mice… probably. There are too many places for them to disappear now. He gives up.

Except then he realizes Zangetsu’s looking elsewhere and follows that grin toward the kitchen.

Grimmjow stands at the counter, executing vegetables with enough precision to suggest each one was a formidable enemy at one time or another. Even that little motion makes the muscles in the back of his arms slide and contract gracefully.

       Ichigo’s eyes linger. 

It’s still strange how easily Zangetsu accepts sharing his time. With graduation creeping closer, Ichigo barely has enough hours in the day for basic things, yet the sword never seems bothered by another presence in the apartment. If anything, he seems… entertained.

Ichigo frowns, sure he’s missing some critical detail that would enlighten him. 

His eyes coast back toward the arrancar. 

Someday Grimmjow is going to figure out all this cooking hasn’t gotten him all that many extra fights. 

But that day isn’t today, apparently. 

               “Think he’d do laundry?”

[ichxgo]

“HEY! YOU KISS YOUR MOTHER WITH THAT MOUTH, YA TWERP?! STOP YER DAMN CURSING, IDIOT! AND KEEP IT DOWN!”

⎡ @screwdflcwer ⫿ unscripted ⫿ accepting ⎦

             “WHOA!” 

Nope. Fuck no.

Ichigo jerks sideways, barely missing that splatter. For one horrible second, he’s caught between blocking with Zangetsu’s flat, and the deeply instinctive need to keep whatever the hell that shit is as far away from himself, and anything he’s touching, as possible.

The glob splatters against the concrete with a thick, wet slap. Then immediately starts bubbling and eating through it. 

       Gross. 

He makes a face. It smells as bad as it looks. 

Ichigo stabs his sword toward the next tick Hollow climbing up the building wall. 

         “What the fuck is that!? You’re sick! Exploding asses? Who’s bright idea was it to give a Hollow an exploding ass and then fill it with juice!?” He inches back as its rear half starts to shake and swell. “No. What?? What the hell?? Why? I didn’t even come at you!” 

       And seriously.

How many of these damn things were there? He can’t even get close. Instead he’s stuck provoking them, then playing dodge-ass when they pop like nasty little liquid-filled balloons.

That yell pierces the night. 

Ichigo freezes, head snapping upward as a long staff comes into sight, blade carving neatly through the next Hollow’s thorax before it can so much as clench.

He blinks. 

             Huh…? 

The words earn a slight, reflexive flinch before confusion takes over.

      He’s the one being loud??

            Just who the hell is this guy?

Swooping in. Taking over his fight. What the hell!? Bad. Bad etiquette. 

           “Uh— hey.” Ichigo lifts a hand, frowning. “No. No thanks. I’ve got this. I don’t need any help.”

Weird. He never thought he’d complain about one of the local rookies coming in and actually doing their job. 

But why didn’t they ever tell anyone stationed here about him? At least this guy looks like he knows what he’s doing. Better than the last batch. Still. He just interrupted what was shaping up to be a really satisfying finishing blow from as far away as possible.

Though… actually. 

This guy’s trident weapon has decent reach... It should let him get some distance from that mess when he pokes them. And if he’s volunteering—Ichigo’s not about to turn down an overeager coworker wandering into his worst shift ever.

At least these Shinigami get paid to deal with this shit. 

He points over the guy’s shoulder.

              “Think there’s another one behind you somewhere. Might wanna hurry. Looked like it was laying eggs or something.”

Ichigo starts edging backward with all the courage of a man absolutely prepared to clock out early.

        “Good luck, buddy.” 

He gives the newbie a thumbs up and his most—hopefully—reassuring smile. 

                  “I believe in you.”

[ichxgo]

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