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Prompts 87, 5, and 72
UraharaxIchigo. Explicit warnings will be placed where needed.


Title: Food
Words:

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."

"Quite fantastically."

"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.

Urahara smiled.

"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.

Urahara laughed.

"No, just the first few times. After that, he slows down," The exCaptain laughed. "He just hasn't eaten here in a while."

"Oh."

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
Words: 632
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."

"Oh.."

"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
Words: 1,719

WARNING: A LEMON IS AHEAD.

Ichigo woke up feeling...peaceful when he caught the smell of food. Nose working furiously, the youth made his way to the dining room where Jinta was pouring tea. Breakfast was already laid out.

"The boss went out with Ururu to run errands," the boy informed him. "Tessai's out front n' I have to clean. Boss Man said you're welcome to the training room."

"...thanks," Ichigo reluctantly said as he eyed the boy. Jinta was being unusually...helpful? Friendly? He wasn't what he usually was: stubborn, surly and rebellious. Eying the boy as he left the room, Ichigo sat down and helped himself to breakfast. It was delicious like all Ururu's cooking was, but what really topped it of was the tea; it was the most delicious tea he'd ever imbibed. and really brought out the flavours in the food. He ended up drinking the whole pot.

"Whew!! Now, that that's done, let's go exercise, Zangetsu," Ichigo said, heading towards the basement.

After a few hours Ichigo removed his coat and undershirt; the heavy material much to thick and heavy to wear. IT didn't take too much longer for his breathing to come in quick pants and him to grow sensitive to touch; Zangetsu burning his hands and the air feeling like a phantom caress over his heated skin. With a moan, his cleaver-like sword thudded to the ground with Ichigo following soon after.

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Urahara was whistling a theme to some inane action cartoon shown on Saturday mornings whne he returned to his shop. CArrying various packages and boxes that were too heavy for Ururu, the exCaptain made his way to tstorage where he plopped the items; he'll do inventory later and put them where they needed to go. Right now, all the blond man had on his ind was food. Breakfast had been too long ago in his opinion. Still whistling, his merry little tune, the last note went flat and trailed off. Something wasn't right...

"Where's Ichigo?" Urahara voiced.

"Went inna basement a'her brekkist," Jinta said around a mouthful of food.

"He hasn't come up at all?"

"Not that we know of," the flaming haired child said. after he swallowed. "Not that I'm complaining; made it hella easy to clean."

Absently humming something, the shop owner made his way to the basement; oblivious to the devious grin his associate was sporting. Nothing good could come from such a smile. Ignorant, Urahara opened the trap door and jumped into the basement, only vaguely aware of the trapdoor closing behind him.

As soon as his geta-clad feet touched the sand he knew something was wrong. Zangetsu lay forgotten in the sand near a butte, as did a disturbance in the sand that vaguely resembled a body print. Footsteps wandered off to the area near the hot springs. Following the winding footsteps, Urahara found a scantily clad Ichigo curled up between the top of his uniform, breathing irregular.

"Ichigo?"

"Go away!" came his surly reply as Ichigo shifted almost imperceptibly. He groaned at the action.

The blond shop keeper frowned. was the boy hurt? If so, why hadn't he gone to the hot springs? Reaching forward, Urahara began to ask, "Are you hurt?" but halfway through, when his hand came into contact with the teenager, a needy groan cut him off. "Ichigo?"

"Gods, it burns," Ichigo groaned. "'M so hot."

Indeed he was. Where the exCaptain's hand was was very warm to the touch. Grey eyes widened when heated brown ones captured them. "Make the heat go away," Ichigo begged, lip swollen from being worried by his teeth. "Please."

Now, Urahara Kisuke was a brilliant man, reticent, resilient, loyal and faithful. He had been planning various ways to slowly seduce the youth before him--the kisses they'd been sharing indicative to leading to something more--but the opportunity before him was slightly too perfect for the man. To him, it screamed of a set up. Who et it up he could only wonder for he doubted Ichigo would take drugs willingly; for how else was the boy so forward and wanton?

Bringing his fingers beneath the youth's chin, Urahara's eyes darkened as Ichigo gasped in a breath, dark eyes dilating. Grey eyes sought heated brown. "Is this what you truly want?"

"Dammit all!" Ichigo growled. "Just fuck me already!"

"There's no--"

"Don't worry, don't care," Ichigo said as he grabbed the blond man and brought him down for a bruising kiss. Urahara kissed him back fervently. When he brought his hands to Ichigo's hips, the substitute jumped as if he'd been zapped with electricity.

"Kisuke," Ichigo breathed; the other man's thumbs rubbing circles on his hips. "Ah~!"

The exCaptain knew Ichigo was probably hard already. Undoing the tie to his hakamas with deft ease, Urahara's gaze was appreciative as he saw Ichigo's cash and prizes. Running a hand up the weeping shaft, Urahara reveled in the pleased shout he received. Smiling deviously, he ran his hand back down and fondled Ichigo's sack.

"Ah! Ha! Ha! Nnngh."

Pulling his own painfully hard organ out of his pants as he continued palming Ichigo, Urahara shoved three fingers past Ichigo's lips. They were barely in his hot mouth before the teen was sucking and licking them; doing wicked things to them with a clever tongue. Pulling them out and ignoring the string of saliva that trailed behind, Urahara slowly inserted two fingers into Ichigo; whatever drugs coursing through his system making him more relaxed than usual. The orange haired shinigami moaned and writhed, oblivious when Urahara added another finger.

"Kisuke! Ha, ha, ha, nngh!" Ichigo breathed and pleaded. "Please!"

Spitting in his hand and fisting his erection, Ichigo invitingly spread his legs as Urahara aligned himself. "This may hurt."

"'N...I might...be a hollow," Ichigo panted as Urahara brought their lips together and thrust fully into Ichigo; swallowing the boy's scream in the process. It didn't take long for Ichigo to become accustomed to Urahara's size and girth before he started squirming. It took Urahara a few thrusts, but when Ichigo yelled out a horse "Fuck!" the ,an knew he'd found the boy's prostate. Hiking one of Ichigo's legs over his shoulders Urahara began a steady rhythm, hitting Ichigo's prostate each time.

Urahara moaned when Ichigo tightened around him; the quivering and pulsing heralding his finish.

"shit, Kisuke!" Ichigo gasped. One of the shop keeper's hands went back to Ichigo's weeping organ and began fisting it in time to his thrusts, squeezing it every now and then. It didn't take long for Ichigo to come with a strangled, "Fuck!" Urahara's hand stopped fisting his lover and managed to catch some of his fluid, pulling out enough to smear it on his own organ and around Ichigo's now highly sensitized entrance.

"This time will be better," Urahara promised before ramming into Ichigo. He relished in the substitute shinigami's shout before he began pounding into him with abandon. Ichigo had already cum--and probably would do so again--it was his turn now. Flipping Ichigo so he was on his hands and knees, the blond exCaptain continued pounding into Ichigo. Gods, he was getting close. Leaning back and pulling his orange haired partner after him, Urahara thrust furiously into Ichigo; viciously stroking his organ in time with his thrusts.

"Ah! Ki-suke...m'gonna-AH!"

Urahara twisted his hand around Ichigo's cock, making Ichigo come for a second time; semen spurting all over their bodies and the sand. A second round of clenching, quivering muscle around his cock was too much for Urahara. He buried his cock in Ichigo's ass and came; biting down on Ichigo's neck for good measure.

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Teh next morning Ichigo was glaring in the mirror. Not at himself, mind you, but at his neck. Even if he borrowed one of Urahara's robes while his were being washed, the mark would still show. It didn't help that his...lover?...had broken the skin and his shoulder had been a bruised and bloody mess.

"Stop looking at it," Urahara gently admonished with a smiel that was more akin to a smirk. "It'll only make it worse."

"...You're fucking proud of it!" Ichigo accused after a minute.

Urahara's smirking grin turned positively Cheshire.

Ichigo's scowl darkened.

"Come on," Urahara said after patting Ichigo's shoulder. The orange haired shinigami winced. "Jinta is going to eat all of breakfast if we don't furry! It's not healthy to skip it~!"

Ichigo grumbled under his breath as he followed Urahara out of the bathroom.

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"Gods this tea sucks," Ichigo spluttered as he barely manged to swallow his tea.

"It's the tea Ururu makes every morning," Urahara replied, eyes slightly more focused on the conversation.

"But yesterday it was really good," Ichigo insisted as he eyed the cup distrustfully, poking it now and again. with a chopstick. Urahara noted Jinta had become...still...for lock of a better word.

"Oh?" The shopkeeper opted for instead.

"It was sweet, but had a flavour...citrusy almost, but there was this subtle strong taste...dunno how else to describe it, really," Ichigo admitted.

Urahara turned an uncomfortably focused gaze on Jinta. "What did you put in the tea?"

Jinta looked sideways, not wanting to be the focus of Urahara's heavy gaze.

"You will look me in the eyes and you will answer me, Jinta, now," Urahara demanded.

"Savory, southernwood...."

"And?"

"Y-Ginseng."

"I will speak with you in depth about this later," Urahara replied. "Get your chores done."

"Yes, Boss-man."

Ichigo watched the interaction in abject confusion. What were they talking about. Savoury? But he knew it already tasted good...

"What the fuck was that?" Ichigo inquired after it was clear that Urahara was lost in the recesses of his mind.

"I'm sorry, Kurosaki-kun," the green clad man apologized, "I was lost in thought."

"About?" Ichigo demanded.

"I was wondering if it was the savory or the southernwood that put your Hollow to sleep to allow the y-ginseng complex to work," Urahara unhelpfully explained.

"The fuck is that shit?"

Urahara blinked before a smile crept across the man's face, a smile that Ichigo was intimately acquainted with. "Why, Ichigo! They're aphrodisiacs!"

It took three seconds before Ichigo's shouting and Urahara's laughter could be heard throughout the shop. Jinta swept with a focus unknown to kids his age. The dirt was fascinating! And wouldn't it be wonderful if it wasn't on the walk?



That's all your getting for right now. I need to do a metric fuckton of homework that's due in...8 hours.




"This cruel, uncaring, callous world may betray you all one day, but here's one thing to keep in mind should disaster come your way;
When made with love and tender care by man or beast or fish or clam, the one delight to always please is freshly made raspberry jam." J:KoB; book 4

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