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Craving Strawberry Surprise	By : roguebitch Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They ended up at an eatery that served something called okonomiyaki. It reminded Sam of a Mongolian grill, where you picked out what you wanted, except in this case it was made into an omelette. It was delicious and the coffee was fantastic and plentiful. Sam felt much more awake after three scalding-hot, heavily-sugared, pale-with-cream coffees.
Ichigo took Sam on a walking tour of Karakura Town afterwards. He showed Sam his high school and the park nearby. They walked past Urahara Shoten but didn’t stop, which relieved Sam. He didn’t know if he could take another round of introductions to another large group of people. But Ichigo seemed to want to keep Sam to himself today, and that was fine with Sam. He felt the same way.
Sam’s body tingled all over with proximity to Ichigo, and it drove him crazy that there was nowhere they could go to be alone. It made him so frustrated that at one point during their walk he impulsively herded Ichigo off a path in the park into a stand of trees. He pushed Ichigo up against a tree and kissed him long and slowly, hands braced on the bark on either side of his head.
“Sam, what are you doing?” Ichigo shoved ineffectively at Sam’s shoulders even as he let his head fall back and mouth open under Sam’s. Sam pinned him there with his hips, one leg between his thighs.
“I just couldn’t wait anymore.”
“Someone might see us!”
“I really don’t care,” Sam said. “Do you?”
“I should care, this is my town,” Ichigo huffed in mingled annoyance and arousal, reflexively clamping his thigh around Sam’s leg, which wasn’t helping the situation any. “If any of my friends see us, I’ll have a hell of a time explaining.” He wound his fingers in Sam’s hair, gasping when Sam bit down on the spot where his neck sloped into his shoulder.
"According to them, you talk about me all the time. You don’t think they’ve figured it out?”
“If they have, I don’t want to know about it,” Ichigo said, voice rough. “I can’t stand much more of this.”
It was a good thing the group that came around the bend of the path in the park announced themselves with exceptional noisiness before they came into view. Sam quickly stepped away from Ichigo, turning his back to the path so he could readjust himself out of sight of whoever was arriving. Ichigo did the same, striving for nonchalance.
Ichigo and Sam continued their walk after the crowd had passed by.
“Can’t stand what?” Sam asked.
“Not being able to go someplace private with you.”
“Haven’t had any bright ideas yet, huh?”
“No,” Ichigo said, expression sour and frustrated.
They continued walking and then Ichigo suddenly stopped at a flower shop and bought a bunch of white, star-shaped flowers. Sam ransacked his memory and identified them as anise.
Ichigo then went into another store and purchased white candles and a couple of sticks of incense, Sam trailing after him curiously. After that, Ichigo led a bemused Sam to a steep hill that was obviously a cemetery of some sort. Ichigo picked up a wooden bucket from a rack by the gate.
“Can you hold these for me?” Ichigo held out the flowers and the bag of candles and incense to Sam, who took them willingly. The flowers smelled like black licorice.
Ichigo filled the bucket of water and walked into the cemetery.
It was quiet, and a feeling of deep peace enveloped Sam as they walked past a number of shrines, laid out in orderly rows. Some were small and simple, just a headstone with a pillar in front of it, bouquet holders, and tiny lanterns. Others were quite large and elaborate, stone walls enclosing them on all sides with a tall headstone at one end.
Ichigo stopped in front of one these. It was rectangular and surrounded by shiny granite walls about knee-high. The headstone was the tallest part of it, and then there were bouquet holders with another block of stone that had sand in it. Below that was a small stone box. Despite its size, the shrine was very simple, almost modest.
Ichigo stepped into the shrine, put the bucket down and pulled a white cloth out of his pocket. He dipped it in the water and started washing the stone.
“Ichigo, do you want any help with that?” Sam felt awkward just standing there and watching him work.
“No, this won’t take long.”
Ichigo washed everything quickly and thoroughly. He replaced the dead flowers from the containers with the fresh ones Sam was holding. The candles were lit and put into the lanterns, and the incense lit and put into the sand between the flower holders. Then Ichigo tipped water into the granite box below it. He knelt in front of it, eyes closed and head bent, saying something quietly.
Then he stood up, bowed, and walked back over to Sam, who hovered uncertainly outside the boundary of the shrine.
“My mother,” Ichigo said, voice soft and reverent. “I wanted you to meet her.”
Sam put his arm around Ichigo’s shoulder, pulling him close.
“Thank you, Ichigo. This is really beautiful.”
They fell silent for a few minutes, Ichigo leaning against Sam, and Sam looking at the smoke drifting up from the burning incense. He thought about the time he and Dean had gone to see their mother’s grave, and how that had led to anything but peace and serenity.
Sam’s brain, which must have been running a "find place to have sex with Ichigo" subroutine, supplied him with a brilliant idea. It was the most inappropriate place to have this kind of idea, given what Sam planned to do with Ichigo if he was willing, but inspiration strikes where it wants.
It was difficult not to say anything, but Sam waited until Ichigo led them out of the cemetery and back onto the street before he brought it up. By that time, Ichigo had slid out from under Sam’s arm and they were walking side-by-side again.
“Why don’t you show me Tokyo?” Sam said.
“What?” Ichigo stopped and turned slowly, looking up into Sam’s face. He looked confused. “What did you just say?”
“I said, ‘Why don’t you show me Tokyo?’ We could get a hotel room and stay there until it’s time for me to fly back.”
Ichigo stared intently at Sam, eyes narrowing a little, his brows drawing together.
It’s a terrible idea. Ichigo’s offended, especially since we just left his mother’s shrine and I’m thinking about going someplace where I can fuck him. What the hell is the matter with me?
“I mean, you’ve been to Tokyo, right? Or at least you know it better than I do and even if you don’t, we could explore it together. Or just, um, stay in a hotel or whatever. What are you smiling at?” Sam babbled, trying to smooth over what he’d said, what he’d implied, with this brilliant plan of his.
“That’s such a great idea,” Ichigo said, and Sam had a moment of breathless relief. “I wish I’d thought of it. In fact, I’m kind of pissed I didn’t.”
Ichigo’s face was very close to Sam’s, very tantalizing. So Sam took advantage of it, but not the way Ichigo seemed to expect. Instead, he leaned forward to whisper in Ichigo’s ear.
“Then we can have the privacy to make all the noise we want.”
Ichigo’s eyes went wide and he blushed, shivered, and swallowed hard. “Let’s go,” he said. He strode off, shouting over his shoulder at Sam. “Come on!”
Sam grinned, catching up to Ichigo quickly and bumping his arm. Ichigo shoved him back, and they hip-checked and elbowed each other like a couple of kids the entire way back to Kurosaki Clinic.
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