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@ 2009-01-19 21:02:00
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|Entry tags:||abarai renji, bleach, food, ichigo kurasaki, kisuke urahara, kurosaki ichigo, mischief managed, prompts, renji abarai, seeking solace, shinigami, soul cutter, urahara kisuke, zangetsu, zanpak to|
Prompts 87, 5, and 72
UraharaxIchigo. Explicit warnings will be placed where needed.
Urahara hid a smile behind his fan as Renji tried to discreetly gape at Ichigo. Said observed youth was oblivious as more food went into his mouth .
"Where does it go?" Renji softly inquired so as not to disturb Ichigo's Feeding Frenzy.
"He always eats like that," Urahara replied.
"Nu-uh!" Renji vehemently retorted. Ichigo was helping himself to generous seconds. "Whenever I've eaten at his house or somewhere, he always had, like, impeccable manners!"
"I'm surprised," the shopkeeper replied.
"What?!" I got manners!" Renji indignantly replied as he stuffed a bite of food angrily into his mouth.
"I meant on the usage of 'impeccable' but whatever you want," A sly smile spread across the man's face.
It took a second for teh slight to be understood by the vice-Captain. "Asshole."
Urahara laughed, but his eyes were serious as he and Renji watched Ichigo help himself to Thirds.
"It's because of his Reiatsu," Urahara finally spoke up after eating some of his own food. Even though the red-head seemed to be ignoring him, the slight shift of his weight in the shop keepers direction informed him he had Renji's absolute attention.
"Ow's at werk?" Renji asked around a mouthful of food. He scowled as Ichigo finished a dish he had wanted more of.
"He uses up a lot of energy in keeping his shinigami and Hollow in balance; he'd probably use more if Zangetsu didn't help him. The rest is lost through lack of control."
"Lack'a control?" Renji asked. The fuck?
"Quite," Urahara assured him. "You see, with the Urgency of rescuing Rukia, then taming his inner Holow, the Winter War...I just haven't gotten around to teaching Ichigo proper control of his reiatsu; yes, he can beat Captains and unimaginably strong opponents, but he can barely do the simplest kidou. What kidou he can do is unstable and usually does the opposite of its initial intent."
"So it explodes."
"So...this...lack a' control shit's why he eats like he's just discovered food?" Renji inquired.
"Quite," Urahara," Urahara replied. "He has some control, but a first year Academy student probably has more; Ichigo just has a massive amount of reiatsu; he can afford to be careless."
Renji was quiet.
Ichigo, who had eaten all the food an arms length and more around him, quietly excused himself before heading to the back of the shop. Renji looked baffled. The sharp snap of a fan brought him out of his head.
"He's probably going to sleep," Urahara commented as he helped himself ot a dish that miraculously survived Ichigo's feeding frenzy.
"How the hell's he stay that skinny when he eats like...like that??!" Renji spluttered.
"Lack of Control."
"Okay, there's more ta this control shit you're not tellin'," Renji groused.
"Indeed there is," the CexCaptain was quiet for a moment before he continued. "Ever since I've met Ichigo, he's always been wild with his reiatsu. If you look, you can see it shimmer in the air around him like heat. That takes a lot of energy to sustain that kind of radiation--almost as much has Bankai. The food he's lived on for years doesn't have the amount of energy in it he mneeds to keep his reiatsu stable. Heis metabolism kicked into overdrive to try and get as much nutrients as possible out of his mmeals and to get him to teat more good.
"As you can see, since Ichigo isn't allowed to eat during classes, his body started eating itself."
"Gross!" Renji made a face.
"He's lucky if he has a twelve percent body fat ratio."
"You're serious." Renji replied, making a face when he realized the hard way his tea was cold.
"Quite," grey eyes were void of their usual laughing light.
"Why'd he eat so much then?" Renji asked. "I love food as much as the next person, but I doubt I can eat more than this one plate."
"Food in Soul Society is richer and more nutritious than in the human world," Urahara started. "There's trace minerals that support the growth and balance of reiatsu. There's no such material in plants of this world. That's why people here love my soul candy so much; keeps their souls strong and healthy and nurtures anyway abilities they might get in the future.
"I put some of the same ingredients from my candy into the main meals--especially when Ichigo comes over."
"He eats like that all the time?" Renji asked incredulously.
"No, just the first few times. After that, he slows down," The exCaptain laughed. "He just hasn't eaten here in a while."
The two ranked shinigami were quiet as they finished htier meals in peace; glad they didn't have to fend off a ravenous teenager to keep their good.
"You want to go see him?" Urahara inquired when the tea was gone. "Jinta tells me he does the most amusing things when poked."
Report back to Seireitei and do paperwork or poke a sleeping friend.
Paperwork or poking.
Work or tormenting...
"Give me a chopstick," Renji instructed.
Urahara's eyes were full of bright laughter as he led the vice-Captain to dothe room everyone at the Shoten dubbed Ichigo's. This was going to be fun~!
Title: Seeking Solace
After the war was over everything went back to normal; the shinigami returned to Seireitei to rebuild, the humans returned to the Living World, the Hollows stayed in Hueco Mundo and a teenage was caught in the middle.
The Vaizards were given a plot of land near the boarder of Hueco Mundo in Seireitei by Ukitake Juushiro--the new Captain-Commander (Old Man Yama had died in the war taking almost half of Aizen's elite Arrancar with him)--in recognition of their part in the Winter War. Shinji had asked Ichigo--since the boy was a powerful Vaizard in his own right--to join them. Ichigo had declined, but the Vaizards assured him he was welcome anytime among them.
His Hollow, although wounded and battered, longed to exploe the expanse of wilderness Hueco Mundo was; something wild in teh air stirring up base instincts and resonating with it--some odd feeling that almost felt like belonging but not quite. It confused Ichigo to no end.
The shinigami had offered him a place among their ranks, but he reminded them he had a life in the living world to live. They wished him well and gave him a substitute badge; the easier to fight Hollows with. He accepted it and went to live his life in the living world.
HE had fought monsters--the kinds of storybooks and nightmares; had killed them quite regularly. HE fought in a war, was betrayed, injured and played by the opponent. He met new people, reunited with old friends, made friends, and watched them die or had to kill them himself when the other side got them; kill or be killed.
He thought he could be normal again.
Ichigo knew something like that could never happen when he realized one day listening to Keigo blather about his job and girl problems the he didn't care. He was seventeen, but war had indefinitely aged him. Ichigo was carefree in the way adults were. He didn't fit in anymore. Something about his aura even warned the bullies and hot heads away from him.
It, surprisingly, took him a litter over two weeks to return to the Urahara Shoten. In that time, if it wee possible, Ichigo became more surly and withdrawn; one might hazard he'd become depressed.
Ichigo just didn't want to remember.
He wanted to be left alone.
He wanted to be with people.
He wanted to sleep forever.
He was never tired.
Ichigo was so confused.
Stalking into the shop, he was surprised out of his bad mood when Urahara greeted him as if he'd been waiting for him. His face must have asked the question because Urahara answered him.
"I've been able to feel your reiatsu for a good fifteen, twenty minutes."
"Come on," Urahara beckoned. "I don't want your reiatsu scaring away my customers."
"You have customers?" Ichigo joked as he followed
"Yes, your sister comes here quite ofter for candy," Urahara explained. "But we''re not talking about her. How are you doing?"
They were in Ichigo's room; Kon had found it amusing to put a plaque of Fifteen outside the door here like the one on his room back home. It felt to Ichigo like he aged, just standing in his room, reliving everything. He took a deep breath and shuddering, turned and met Urahara's curious yet knowing look with soulful brown eyes.
"I'm just..." Ichigo waved his hand around as if that could explain, finally settling with. "I'm so tired."
Tired of life, exhausted...
Strong arms encircled him and it was everything Ichigo was to hold back his initial jerk-free reaction. He still flinched which didn't go unnoticed by the shopkeeper.
"This room will always be here for you, Ichigo," Urahara said softly. "Whenever you need it."
Ichigo just let himself be held.
Title: Mischief Managed