Max: Woah... I wroteded a Bleach FanFic! O.O Weird... And of course! As always! The first story I write for the fandom had to turn out totally creepy weird! GAH! My brain likes to torture me... Please... Read and review...

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH!!

Warning: Yaoi! Zangetsu/Ichigo Love of an inanimate object! O.O

Word Count: 233

/Is it wrong of me to feel this way? To want to touch him, to want his fingers sliding against my skin, his lips pressing kisses down my body? I know I probably shouldn't, it isn't right; it's a stupid sword, not a person. Though, he does have a soul, so it can't be that bad. It wouldn't be like I was in love with an inanimate object. NO! It is wrong. This is stupid! I shouldn't feel this way!

'It doesn't matter! You love him! He exists right? It shouldn't matter in what form he exists. He's still there! He's still real.'

That's right. He is really. Maybe not in my world, but, he's still there./

Ichigo closed his eyes, allowing his mind to wander. Just a little further, he's almost there.

"Do you need something Ichigo?" a voice whispered behind him.

He spun around, eyes locking with Zangetsu's, "You." he whispered, "I need you."

Zangetsu looked confused for a moment before Ichigo pressed their lips together, his arms winding around the taller mans neck.

Ichigo pulled away for a moment to speak, "So long… I've wanted this for so long…" he whispered, his lips melting against Zangetsu's for a second time.

There was a moment of hesitation before Zangetsu returned the kiss, eyes sliding shut and his arms wrapping tightly around Ichigo's waist.

'Finally.' He thought, 'I've finally gotten my prize.'

Max: OMG! I can't believe I did that! That is so... O.O GAH! Please... Read and review...


Mr. Max