ruyu | Songfic: The Upside of Oblivion

Title: The Upside of Oblivion

Author:

ruyu

Pairing: Hichigo/Ichigo

Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 overall)

Warnings: language, implied sexual content

Summary: In which the oblivious find the answers they were not seeking…

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns all. I make no money.

A/N: Third chapter for my sonfic series. Beta’d by the absolutely fabulous

axaroffle . Disturbia lyrics by Rihanna.

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Chapter 1
Chapter 2

A pink blush slowly crept its way onto his face; he could feel it inch over each cheek. Ichigo nervously lowered his head in an attempt to hide the blush as best he could. He couldn’t ask her without raising suspicion and he mentally cringed at the thought of asking his father. Honesty worked best when it came to his friends- not so much with his father.

“Orihime, when you’re healing someone, do you actually know what parts of them you heal?” Ichigo gripped his messenger bag, praying to whatever god was out there that she would answer with a simple yes or no.

He should have known better.

“Kurosaki-kun, I’ve never really thought about it. I mean... I’ve never really paid attention. I’m always so worried. I don’t think about what I’m healing - just that they’re healed! I suppose that it would be very embarrassing...sensing every part of a person. I feel a warm glow and the power seeping out of me. It’s almost like a microwave...I should make a chime noise when I’m finished healing someone. I suppose I’ll have to try it out on the next person I heal. That was a very strange question, Kurosaki-kun. Why do you ask?”

Ichigo pressed his chin to his chest in an effort to hide his increasingly red face.

Shit! What do I say...What do I say!?

‘Yo, Orihime, can you fix me? I got fucked too hard by my hollow.’ Ha! Just tell her a hollow did a number on ya. It’s not a lie, just not the whole truth. You’re guilt free, you big fucking baby.

Will you please shut the fuck up and go away!? I’m trying to get myself healed, which is your fault, by the way, Hichigo. You’re such an impatient asshole!

“You’re not hurt are you, Kurosaki-kun?” Orihime asked, wide grey eyes searching for brown ones. The bright mop of orange fluff that was Ichigo’s hair was difficult if not impossible to communicate with and made no move to speak. Orihime put a finger under his chin and slowly lifted his head, satisfied with even the small touch to his face.

Ichigo reluctantly lifted his head with encouragement from Orihime, eyes wandering past her head. It was absolutely necessary to avoid eyecontact;he was about to die of embarrassment.

“Um...well...” Ichigo stalled. Was he really about to ask Orihime to heal his ‘hollow injury’ and to not ask how he got it? Yes he was.

“Yeah...I got a little knocked up by some hollow the other day, nothing major. But I don’t think it’s healing right and it’s getting annoying so...would you mind healing me?” He lowered his voice and casually shifted his weight, still red-faced. He was, after all, an incredible actor, just like Orihime wasn’t gullible.

“You couldn’t ask your father to fix you up?”

“It’s kinda...a weird wound and he would ask how I got it, and you wouldn’t want him to do that now would you?” He emphasized the ‘weird wound’ with a blatantly obvious wink. Orihime was slightly retarded –everyone knew that. He hoped she didn’t grow a functioning brain as they stood there.

“No!! Of course not, Kurosaki-san. I’ve already told you: anytime you need to be healed, just come to me. I won’t ask any questions because I already know how you got them. I promise!”

“Thanks.”

He’d been healed numerous times but he could never quite explain how it felt to be inside of her little orange bubble. The panic in her eyes made him uncomfortable and guilty when he was hurt. She was right...in some ways it did feel like a microwave. A peachy glow lit up his eyes and a sweet hum filled the air, making his skin tingle. The pain dulled like it was pulled out with a warm bath. Orihime soaked up all their pain...their physical pain at least.

She’s staring at you.

Please shut up! She’s going to heal me...so stop complaining.

I don’t like how she stares at you.

What? Please, like you care if anyone looks at me.

“Did you want to do this here, Kurosaki-san?” She gestured to the empty classroom in question.

“Yeah, here is fine. Nobody really stays after school anymore, this room should be fine.”

“Ok. Let’s get started.”

The foliage of the trees in the park had just begun to turn brown, sending a rusty rain of leaves cascading down on the brightly colored playground equipment. The swings hung motionless, their chain-links clanked and whined as a soft wind passed through the playground. Ichigo’s head hung back as he felt the cool air whip through his hair, tendrils softly brushing his face. He could almost fall asleep. The old wooden bench had creaked when he first sat down and sagged in all the right places to comfortably hold him, but oddly enough, the bench made no dip as his hollow sat.

“I don’t like her.” His hollow complained, dropping his head back over the back of the bench, mirroring Ichigo’s pose.

“What’s new? You don’t like anyone.” Ichigo left his eyes closed and attempted to enjoy the day without his hollow ruining it. Maybe if he just agreed with everything his hollow said it would make him shut up quicker. He felt better now that he was healed; it was difficult to sit before. Nothing could ruin his day, not even his hollow.

“Didn’t you notice?” Hichigo growled, turning his head to glare at the redhead.

“Notice what, you complaining the whole time? Yeah, I noticed that.”

“No, dipshit! Didn’t you notice how much she touched you and said your name? ‘Kurosaki-kun this and Kurosaki-kun that.’ It was all fucking unnecessary.” Hichigo spat.

“What’s the big deal? She healed me...you should be happy.” He responded, completely unsure as to why his hollow was being so difficult. He could have delved into his hollows thoughts, but that was never a good idea when his hollow was pissed.

“Never mind,” his hollow said in dejected tone..

An awkward silence grew between them, neither willing to break it. Ichigo cracked one eye open and glanced at his hollow. He had both arms propped on his knees, his face held between his hands, fingertips rubbing at his forehead. Well...shit, this had never happened before.

“I really don’t like her,” he repeated sourly. Their earlier encounter with the redheaded ditz had left him slightly pissed and possessive. He had listened and watched how Ichigo behaved around the healer and was sure that Ichigo was unaware of her advances. The woman gave him a bad vibe...she was after his King! Ichigo had been too preoccupied and embarrassed to notice how much she touched him and blushed when he said her name. It made him sick.

Why was he so fucking pissed? Ichigo wasn’t the one he was mad at, but then, he wasn’t angry towards the woman either. He couldn’t blame her for wanting Ichigo – he was undeniably hot. Then...why was he fuming with heat and aggravation...and...fuck! He was jealous! The look in her eyes as she watched Ichigo made him irate. No one should look at Ichigo like that! King belonged to him and no one else. But Ichigo had no clue, not one speck of awareness of his own desirability.

Idle thoughts ran through Ichigo’s mind. He was content,content to sit with his hollow on a park bench. The boy’s arms had risen to support his lax neck, jacket and shirt hiking up to reveal a sliver of pale skin. This boy was...unbelievably attractive in an unintentional kind of way. Why was he still jealous? It wasn’t as if someone was going to take him away, they were kind of stuck together, so to speak.

Ichigo hadn’t given any indication of boredom or even genuine aggravation toward him lately. Why would he ever have to worry about their relationship changing? He pulled his hands from his face and looked at his King. Did Ichigo really need him...that way? Why were they even having sex with each other? Panic filled the hollow’s mind as he searched frantically for the answers. He poked gently at the edge of Ichigo’s mind, moving past the surface thoughts.

...maybe that’ll work...it only takes one or two pages, and I’ll be done in an hour, maybe two. Yeah. I’ve been getting things done quicker without Hichigo fussing at me. Guess sex shuts him up pretty good...

Fuck.

Something in his chest began to hurt and the panic he felt intensified. What did Ichigo really want from him...sex? Relief from his inner hollow’s bickering? Hichigo had no answers, but a familiar feeling began to settle in his stomach-the same one he felt when he first met his king: annoyance and bitterness tinged with hatred.

A vehicle pulled into the vacant parking lot, a quick melody escaping from the interior, disrupting the quiet of the park.

Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum (What's wrong with me ?)
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum (Why do I feel like this ?)
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum (I'm going crazy now)
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum

No more gas in the rear
Can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said
Can't even speak about it
All my life on my head
Don't want to think about it
Feels like I'm going insane
Yeah

He turned he head and looked over his shoulder, only to find that the car was not being cut off. The steady rhythm thumped from the sound system.

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
It's too close for comfort

The music combined with his frantic thoughts made his mind spin out of control and he gripped his hair harder, nails digging into his scalp. Was he being dealt with? Dealt with a like a sickness or disease? He felt his thin scalp give way underneath his nails. He welcomed the pain.

Put on your brake lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight?
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia

Ichigo refrained from closing his eyes once he’d seen his hollow. He looked positively tortured. His sharp elbows dug into the tops of his thighs, and his hands clenched harshly into his hair. It bothered Ichigo to watch him struggle – over what he had no idea. Hichigo’s fingers relaxed for a brief moment as he turned to look at the car that had just pulled up. Ichigo had heard the song somewhere before, but didn’t know the lyrics. Whatever they meant made his hollow’s grip on his own body increase. The nails sunk deeper into the scalp and Ichigo cringed.

Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum

Faded pictures on the wall
It's like they talkin' to me
Disconnectin unknown calls
Your phone don't even ring
I gotta get out
Or figure this thing out
It's too close for comfort

“Stop!” Ichigo cried. He could almost feel those nails digging into his own head. When the hollow didn’t stop, Ichigo grabbed Hichigo’s hands and forcefully pulled them away. The hollow turned his sick yellow eyes at him, a look of complete hatred on his face.

“What’s wrong with you?” he said, surprised with the odd behavior. But was it really odd for his hollow to hate him? No…theoretically it wasn’t. He hadn’t seen those eyes burn with such hatred for some time now, and bothered him deeply. Hichigo’s faced looked cruel and sick-his old expressions surfacing on that pale face Ichigo had come to like. A tight snarl came from the hollow’s black lips and Ichigo felt his eyebrows lift in disbelief.

Had he just lost him?

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
I feel like a monster

Put on your brake lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight?
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia