Cursed Ch 4 GrimmIchi

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Cursed: Chapter 4

Ichigo knew that something was wrong with him. It had started with a craving for meat. He was doing homework when his stomach rumbled and he started salivating at the thought of it. It got so bad that he had crept downstairs and pulled out some raw hamburger that he started to shove into his mouth. Then he realized what he was doing and ran to the bathroom to throw up.

Then he realized that his wound was now completely healed. Which was impossible. When his dad had asked to look at the wound he peeled back the wrapping and stared quizzically at the healed flesh that was only marred by the stitches. Faintly suspicious, but not complaining, goat face removed the stitches and gave his son a clean bill of health.

But Ichigo really knew something was fucked up when Yuzu asked him to get out the nice silverware out that was actually made of silver like the name suggested. The second his hand touched them an awful burning shot through him and he yelped, jerking away and clutching the wounded appendage. “Ichi-nii! Did you cut yourself?” Yuzu rushed over in concern. To cover the strange burn Ichigo nodded and ran to the sink to wash it off. He could only stare in surprise as he saw the raw, red wound with the design of the fork branded into a skin. Even as he watched he could see the damaged skin healing itself, turning white and then disappearing completely like nothing had ever happened.

As a doctor’s son, Ichigo knew more about medicine and injuries than the average person, but there was nothing he could think of that would explain this. Making his excuses to his family after dinner, Ichigo rushed upstairs and turned on his computer, impatiently tapping his fingers on his desk as he waited for the programs to load.

Opening a search engine, Ichigo typed in ‘silver side effects.’ He frowned as he looked through the search results which were pretty much worthless, they all talked about the dangers of ingesting silver or topical medication but nothing on just touching it. He tried again, this time with ‘silver allergy.’ Still no luck, there were results on rashes and nothing that had to do with him. Maybe he was looking for the wrong thing. After all, being burned by silver like it was fire isn’t anything normal. And it certainly isn’t normal for it to heal immediately either.

Aggravated, Ichigo continued to tap his fingers as he thought. He faintly remembered something about silver in folklore relating to wolves…He gritted his teeth at that illogical thought. There was no such thing as werewolves! It was simply coincidence that an unnaturally large ‘dog’ had attacked him and now he was suffering side affects.

As if. Feeling rather stupid, the orange haired teen deleted his previous searches and moved his cursor over the text box. He hesitated, his fingers poised over the keyboard. Finally he typed in the words, ‘silver effects on werewolves.’

Immediately the search engine began spewing out the results with pictures popping up in the image category of large beasts that were crude drawing of a creature that had both human and wolf features. Ichigo grimaced at one particularly graphic image of a werewolf ravishing a young maiden while gnawing on her shoulder. He quickly clicked on the first link and stared at the lengthy article provided by the ever helpful wikipedia.

Fuck.

Was he really a werewolf? Sure the silver had burned him and he was healing ridiculously fast, but so far he hadn’t felt the urge to howl at the moon or needed to pluck in between his eyebrows. There was no proof.

Shutting the computer down, Ichigo pushed away from his desk with a huff and plopped onto his bed. Closing his eyes, he thought back to earlier that day when Grimmjow had pinned him against the locker. The teen frowned in anger at the memory, growling under his breath. Who the hell did Grimmjow think he was!? Stupid bastard…Ichigo unconsciously clenched his hands into his fist and then yelped when something sharp jabbed into him. Opening his eyes and jolting straight up, Ichigo stared down at his hands that now had very sharp nails growing out of them.

This. Was. Not. Happening.

No fucking way.

He frantically waved his hands around as though that would get them to disappear but it didn’t work. He cursed under his breath and then his eyes widened when he realized that his mouth felt different. Leaping from the bed, he crossed over to his closet and stared into the mirror. His eyes were yellow and set of bright orange ears were now poking from the side of his head. Opening his mouth and baring his teeth, Ichigo saw that his upper canines had grown longer and sharper as well.

Gulping nervously when he felt a tingle in his lower back, Ichigo slowly undid his jeans and turned around, peeking over his shoulder and squeaking when he saw a bushy tail just as orange as his ears extended from his tail bone. Clenching his eyes shut, he counted to ten and then opened them again. They were still there.

Whimpering, Ichigo only felt more down cast when he realized his ears drooped and his tail curled in between his legs. Trying not to cry at the unfairness of it, Ichigo told himself that it was just a dream. He flicked off his bedroom light and crawled into his bed, still trying to convince himself that it would all be better come morning even as his tail brushed against his legs.

Just outside of Ichigo’s window a figure was crouched on a tree branch. The yellow eyes burned in the darkness, easily making out Ichigo’s shivering figure. The werewolf allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction that he had in fact managed to infect the beautiful orange haired boy. And he turned out to make such an attractive werewolf as well. The figure wondered if Ichigo’s pelt would be the same color as his hair as well, like the ears and tail suggested.

He would find out soon enough. The full moon was just a few days away and Ichigo would be forced to transform the first time before he gained control and could shift at will. And then Ichigo would be all his. His mate…lover…and queen. They would feast on human flesh together and howl at the moon. Just a little longer.

The figure dropped to the ground without a sound and seamlessly shifted into his wolf form, loping off into the night looking for prey.

Ichigo woke up the same way he always woke up- grumpily. Still half asleep, he threw the covers off and stomped to the bathroom. He had already turned the water on and was getting his hair wet when he finally remembered last night. He froze for a second and then lifted a trembling hand to his hair, sighing with relief when he didn’t feel any ears. Suddenly much happier, Ichigo hummed under his breath and continued on with his shower in a much better mood, not noticing the tail that wagged a few times before disappearing as well.

He met up with Chad again as he walked to school, the large teen looking at him in contemplation for his happy mood but chose not to say anything. Once more, Ichigo got lustful looks sent his way which he still had yet to figure out. But as he sat down beside Renji, he did notice the red haired teen was staring at him adoringly. Ichigo eyed warily, trying to make sense of his strange attitude, but shrugged and tried to pay attention to what Rukia and Orohime were jabbering on about.

Keigo was drooling as he watched the two girls flirting with each other in a way they thought was inconspicuous, but even Ichigo noticed. But that wasn’t any of his business. Ichigo leaned back in his chair and stared out the window, bouncing his leg a little as energy hummed through him. He really didn’t want to be here right now. He wanted to be out running and playing and eating…

His eyes widened as he realized what he just thought. No! He did not want to do anything like that. Bolting from his seat, Ichigo ignored the concerned calls of his friend and rushed past the teacher who stared after him quizzically. Chad and Renji tried to follow him but the teacher stopped them and ordered them to sit back down strictly. Rukia frowned and exchanged worried glances with Renji before resigning themselves to attempting to pay attention to class.

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Don’t worry; there will be a lot more GrimmIchi in the next chapter. For those who read my StarkxIchigo story, Death and the Strawberry will be updated on Tuesday.  Thank you so much to everyone who is reading and reviewing!