A/N:Ouch, yes, long time, no see. But one year late? No apologizing would do.
So here's my new project!
I HAVEN'T DECIDED TH FINAL PAIRING YET! We have HitsuGin and HituIchigo in front of us. Make up your mind and tell me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Kurosaki Ichigo was most definitely NOT happy about the fact he had to move to a new school. And nothing anybody was telling him could change that - no explanations of how he would meet new people and no assurances of how he would make lots of friends were helping him feel any less crabby. Moving to a unknown place just sucked. As simple as that.
And while he had overreacted a little by assuming he would not befriend anyone at all, it was the acknowledging of the local school hierarchy that made him not-so fond of the new place whatsoever.
Abarai Renji, or whatever the guy's name was, and his gang seemed like the most normal people around and they weren't even close to the normal normal he was used to deal with. They were so different and random that it was amazing they could actually form a group and get along without anyone eventually landing into a hospital. There was Ishida, the description of whom could be confined with one single word - geek. And then there was Ikkaku, hyperactive, bald and in mood for fighting over his loot (often food) 24/7, Yumichika, who probably devoted more time on his face and clothes then he did on his precious beauty sleep, Rukia, who was tiny and short-tempered girl with no talent in art whatsoever, the overly-kind Orihime, and of course, the red-headed and quite tetchy Renji himself.
Oh, yes, without a doubt 'weird' didn't even begin to describe them. But it didn't take Ichigo long to realize that they all had good intentions and that having people like them as your friends was probably one of the best chances he would get, not only in the new school, but overall everywhere.
"See that guy over there?" Renji began, pointing at a tall youth with short spiky black hair "Hisagi. He's cool, but a bit weird, too violent at times, so try not to... speak with him on his bad days. And the bashful-looking blond next to him? Kira. He's never a trouble. You'll like him. Everybody does." he looked around, then nodded towards the entrance of the cafeteria, where a group of girls had gathered "Short brunette next to the door - that's Hinamori for you. She's a little strange... Had some sort of obsession with one of the teachers - Aizen, before he left to teach for another school and truth to be told, the story was just plain creepy. Now... The tall chick with the glasses - that's Nanao." making a surly face, the red-head twisted his lips to the side and clarified in what appeared to be slight vexation "Don't get your hopes up. Kyouraku over there has had his eyes on her since like, I don't know, probably 6th grade. So far no progress has been made, seeing as he's a lady-killer and a dick and she's the primmest person I've ever met..."
"Who's that?" Ichigo asked, nodding towards the middle of the cafeteria, where a tall, slim man with silver hair and a large(and quite honestly beyond creepy) grin on his face was just standing up from his table, the casual action somehow attracting half the school's attention - something the strawberry had a hard time comprehending. Renji narrowed his eyes and took a bite from his sandwich as they both watched the guy get ogled, greeted, waved at and not return any of the those.
"Ichimaru Gin." Abrai finally said, clicking his tongue once, brows furrowing in a resentful scowl "Probably the school's most dangerous and, yeah, popular guy. Don't ask me why everybody likes him so much, I have no idea. He's a sarcastic, evil show-off, who he gets into every social event, every party, cool club and whatever there is and to top it all is the second best soccer player on the school football team."
"Second best?" Ichigo repeated, a tinge of surprise splashing across his face as he eyed Renji with curiosity "Who's the best one then?"
"The football captain, of course."
"Wh-..?" Ichigo began, but was cut off by the school bell, the sound of which cause a loud series of moans to erupt all around the place. Letting out a weary sigh, Renji stood and dusted himself off sluggishly before glancing at his new comrade.
"Time to go, grab your stuff."
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That day they had a pretty light program and there were no maths involved whatsoever - something that was much to Kurosaki's liking, since he hated the said subject beyond belief. With the help of Renji's undying enthusiasm and his knowledge about all sorts of random issues, he soon learned almost everything there was about the school. At the end of the day, he even dared assume he already knew every single popular high school face around, till in the last break when he and Abarai were walking down an empty corridor, Ichigo almost stumbled upon a tall, strawberry blond girl with extremely large bust and big innocent blue eyes.
"Oops!" she exclaimed when she almost ran over Ichigo in front of one of the classrooms "Sorry, sweetie, my bad!" and with a small giggle, she hurried pass him, calling after somebody. Kurosaki looked over his shoulder after her out of habit, his chocolate orbs following her retreating form lazily for a moment until something else entered his range of vision and he froze. Sensing that something was off, Renji stopped in his track as well and turned around to follow his new friend's gaze, the look of disinterest instantly peeling off his face as he shifted his eyes from his newly acquired friend to the end of the corridor and back.
"Tell me you're looking after her..." Abarai murmured, a hint of irritation seeping into his voice as he turned to Ichigo who merely shook his head in response, never once redirecting his look.
Not so far away down the corridor, awaiting said girl, there stood a short thin boy with one hand on his hip and a very impatient look plastered across his face. A crown of startling white locks, growing in rebellious, yet beautifully arranged spikes, adorned his head, his features soft, yet exquisitely well-etched on his pale face and his eyes, breath-taking despite the implication of anger settled inside them, were a vivid, stunning jade color that made the carrot-top's mouth run dry. Fuck! Ichigo's own chocolate orbs traveled downwards, taking in the rest of the beauty in large, greedy gulps. The stranger's body was perfect in any way possible, proportional to the very last muscle and so graceful, yet proud and strong even in its passiveness that Ichigo found himself slightly intimidated by the breath-taking mien.
"Stop gawking." Renji scolded, reaching with one hand to shake Ichigo's shoulder in what appeared to be a sad attempt to bring the strawberry back to his senses "That's Hitsugaya Toushiro. He's absolutely out of your league."
Ichigo needed a couple of seconds and the boy out of his sight to comprehend exactly what the red-head was telling him.
"Hah, it's not like I was-..." Kurosaki began, trying to regain his cocky tone, but much to his irritation was cut off abruptly by Renji's loud laugh.
"Don't play dumb with me, I know what you were thinking." Abarai smirked, then shook his head and looked at where Hitsugaya had been standing a moment ago "That boy is probably the only one who has more people ogling him than Ichimaru Gin. Just give it up, it's hopeless there. Like... the forbidden fruit or something."
"What do you mean?"
Renji let out a small scoff, then lifted his hand and started counting on his fingers:
"First of all, he's a friggin' boy-genius. You have to be more than just clever to keep up with him. And I mean WAY above your average idea of "clever". Second of all, he has an absolutely impossible character. He's like this spoiled brat who gets pissed off by the tiniest things one second, and then your bossy superior the next. Trust me, I've see it in person and it ain't pretty. This tiny fella is unbearably haughty, short-tempered and not very friendly most of the time. Thirdly, he's the football team's captain so-..."
"Wait, what? That diminutive guy is a captain?" Ichigio repeated with disbelieve. Renji dropped his arms by his sides, a loud sigh tearing from his lips as he mouthed something that suspiciously resembled 'Here we go again' before adding.
"Yeah, yeah, it might be a bit difficult to comprehend, but he runs faster than anyone I've ever seen and he's probably the best athlete in this school. He's an animal on the field, I'm telling you, no one can get pass him..." Renji paused for, dozing off in memories for a few seconds, then came back to life and continued "Anyhow, we reached to what? Four. SO, this is probably the MOST important of all..." he quieted down, letting his lips twist into a sly smirk momentarily "but you've probably already guessed it."
Ichigo stared at him dumbfounded for a few seconds, obviously refusing to strain himself to try and solve any riddles whatsoever, so Abarai just sighed with defeat.
"Fine, obviously you haven't. But it's... It's so obvious..." he shut it, looking around to make sure no one could overhear him, then continued a bit more quietly "Hitsugaya Toushiro... is Ichimaru Gin's little bitch."
Ichigo's throat went dry.
"Do you...do you mean they are dating?" he chocked, horror-struck in earnest but Abarai shook his head.
"They used to, but Toushiro ended it, no one is sure why. Ever since then Ichimaru is making attempts to win him back. None of them worked so far. At least not officially."
"Not officially?"
"Some say that Hitsugaya still loves the jerk and though Ichimaru can't get him back as a boyfriend, what he does get, is the occasional fuck."
"What?" Ichigo shouted and the red-head emitted a generous amount of laugh at the carrot-top's shocked expression.
"Those are just rumors, okay? They might as well not be true." Renji pointed out, patting his new friend's shoulders soothingly "But it doesn't change the fact you don't stand a chance."
Ichigo paused, a small smirk spreading across his face at those words as he raised both brows in a challenge.
"Wanna bet?" Kurosaki asked as he shoved his hands into his pockets and crossed his ankles in a casual manner, letting his words sink in into the other one's brain. The red-head's eyes instantly shone with a sort of devious excitement and he folded his arms in front of his chest, nodding encouragingly.
"You're on. Talk."
"A hundred bucks that I'll get him to be my boyfriend."
"As if. I'm not agreeing unless you get him laid."
The corridor fell silent for a moment, then a haughty smirk diffused on Ichigo's face as he stretched his hand forward.
"Deal."
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As usual, Hitsugaya Toushiro stayed for a few more laps after the soccer practice was over. And as usual, when he got into the changing-room it was empty, messy, stuffy and it smelled like sweat and socks. He wrinkled his nose, groaning softly, then swiftly grabbed his towel and headed for the showers.
The tepid water felt good against his overheated skin. It was purifying, relaxing, washing away not only the thin layer of perspiration from his flesh, but the worries and stress from the day, as well. He could stay in there, engulfed by the sensation of the drops raining on his face, neck and back forever. It was a well-acknowledged feeling, one that made him experience the slightly disturbing dizziness and reluctance each time he went through it and then forced himself to leave and head back home.
He moved his head a bit from side to side, trying to get rid of a few unwanted kinks and with the corner of his eye he caught a sight of a small part of his tattoo, a tiny smirk forming on his lips. He had it made a few years ago, reason unknown even for himself. It was just one of those things that popped into his mind and he felt this inexplicable, undeniable urge to do it, do it now and do it so it's something striking, stunning, something unique...
And it was. It was a tattoo of a large white ice-dragon.
His smirk grew wider as he thought of how little people would choose something like that to imprint on their backs.
But it was a brilliant idea nevertheless. He drew a sketch of how he wanted it to look like himself for the guy who tattooed him and in the end it turned out beautifully.
He closed his eyes, imagining it with the precision of his genius memory, the creature's terrifying jaws opening a little bit below his left shoulder-blade, the powerful scaly body and the magnificent tail twisting and coiling intricately over the pale flesh until they reached the small of his back, whereas the wings bent in the process of unfolding, one of them reaching across his left shoulder and over his collarbone for him to see with his peripheral vision every time he didn't wear a top.
"Trainin' again, chibi?" Hitsugaya's head snapped up and he was about to turn around, when a hand snaked around his waist from behind and a mouth latched around a sensitive place on the crook on his neck.
"Ichimaru..." the boy breathed, shuddering involuntarily when the man pulled him closer to his chest with a chuckle.
"So formal, kitten..." Gin murmured, the hand around the smaller one's waist loosening enough for the long digits to began caressing the flat stomach, while the other one rested on the boy's hip, tapping gently the pale flesh.
"We're not together anymore..." Hitsugaya gasped as the mouth on his neck began moving, sucking and biting gently at exactly the right places. He closed his eyes, his lips parting slightly as the sensation spread across his whole being mercilessly. The palm on his hip began clawing gently against the skin, shooting a wave of pleasure through the boy's body. Before he knew it, his exquisite hand shot up to wrap around the other man's neck from behind and he leaned his head back, melting into the bigger male.
"I kno' ya well..." Ichimaru hummed against the boy's neck as he sucked on that spot, while his hand traveled up from Hitsugaya's hip, tracing the outlines of the side of the boy's body, across the sensitive armpit that was bared for him, because of the raised arm around his neck, until he reached the elbow.
"...too well, in fact..."
Ichimaru gently parted the smaller boy's legs with his knee, earning a small whimper from the slightly opened mouth.
"'s been awhile..." the man whispered, the hand across Hitsugaya's stomach slowly moving up until it reached the boy's nipple.
"Oh, God..." Toushiro gasped when Ichimaru's fingers brushed against the bud.
"God has nothin' ta do with this." Gin chuckled, thrusting his knee slightly upwards and making the boy whimper helplessly "Ya're callin' the wron' name, kitten... C'mon, be my submissive little bitch t'night an' I'll make ya feel real good..."
Hitsugaya's eyes shot open at those words and he tried to pull away, but the man's hands held him in place.
"I don't belong to you or to anyone whatsoever, release me this instant!" the boy hissed. Ichimaru chuckled then spun the smaller boy around and pinned him against the wall by the wrists.
"Ya didn' sound like ya didn' enjoy ya'self a moment ago." Gin cooed, letting his free hand travel down the flawless chest.
"Let go of me, Ichimaru, you fuckin' bastard!" Hitsugaya snarled, attempting to break free from the unyielding hold. The man let out another chuckle before grabbing the boy's chin into an almost painful grip and forcing it upwards.
"Ya've always had such a dirty lil' mouth..." Gin murmured, tracing Toushiro's lower lip with his thumb "Haven't ya learned yet that ya only provoke me ta shove somethin' in it to silence ya... "
Hitsugaya snapped his head to a side, successfully getting rid of the abusing hand on his chin, but didn't dare to make any other movement after that. He kept his eyes and face lowered and sideward, avoiding the other man's gaze.
"Le's talk honestly, neko... " Ichimaru said, leaning forwards and gently pressing his knee between the boy's legs "Ya neva' miss ta succumb."
"Shut up..." Hitsugaya gasped, slumping helplessly when offensive limb started rubbing against him, making him shudder and pant with every less and less gentle movement. He squeezed his eyes shut and let his head drop on his shoulder, his fingers, trapped by the larger palm above him, curling and uncurling one last time before surrendering.
"Ya're not very convincin', chibi."
"Gods, just... Stop..."
"Why?" Ichimaru let his hand slowly, painfully slowly trace the boy's hip, down the slim thigh and then under the knee, before abruptly pulling forward and bringing the slender leg up. Hitsugaya let out a small whimper, his body going limp and defenseless into the cruel hands.
"Please... Don't do this..."
Ichimaru leaned forward and suddenly gave him a gentle, amazingly soft kiss on the lips.
"I wouldn't, if I was completely sure you didn' want it."