Can I make you feel better?
Chapter one: New kid
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach, people! I wish I did but we all know that's NEVER gonna happen, nee?
Summary: Ichigo has abusive parents while Toshiro has alcoholic parents, who are also abusive. Toshiro moves to Osaka, where Toshiro and Ichigo meet. Can they make eachother feel better and somehow erase their pain by just being by eachothers' side? Will they EVER develop feelings toward eachother? They both realize it when a disaster strikes and Toshiro pays the final blow. IchiXHitsu. Yaoi and a little bit of a lemon at the end. Don't like lemons or yaois? LEAVE THEN. Others... :] enjoy.
The white haired teenager finally finished tying his shoes. He stood up from his bed and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a scene guy. It bothered him a little. But it's way of style. He wore white skinnyjeans [that were a little loose] with black wrinkles on it and a single silver chain hanging down the side of his left leg. He also wore a Breaking Benjamin t-shirt with their album Agony printed on the front. He grabbed his jacket and bookbag. He opened it up to make sure he has all of his stuff for his first day as a Junior in a new school.
"Toshiro Hitsugaya! Get down her immediatly!" His mother boomed from downstairs. Toshiro sighed sadly and looked at his arms. They were covered in scars and bruises. He touched an old scar. A shiver went down his spine. He remembered why he did that that day. He confessed to the guy he loved but he turned him down and laughed his ass off. Toshiro was shattered at that moment, went home crying, and that day, ending up going to the hospital due to a suicide attempt. The incident happened 2 months ago. And that day still haunts him.
Toshiro hid the secret from his parents. A secret he knew would have his parents slaughter him for. Yet, for some reason, he loved the pain. He loved what it gave him and it was the only thing that could take his worries and sorrrow and pain away. Just with a slice of a sharp blade.
Toshiro slipped on his jacket over his arms and headed downstairs. His mom was in the livingroom, waiting for him. She had a stern look on her face and her hands were on her hips.
"Don't ever make me wait, got it?" She said, anger in her voice.
"Yes, mistress." Toshiro said, a little disgust in his voice. His mom raised her hand and slapped him across the face. He gasped slightly at the stinging on his cheek.
"I'm not a mistress! Now, who am I?" She said. Toshiro sighed.
"Sorry...mother." He said, almost choking on the one word. His mom smiled, satisfied but with hatred still burning in her eyes.
"Now remember, be a good boy tonight. I'll be out late again and dad will be here. Be a good boy and nothing bad will happen, okay?" She said. This time, there was gentle in her voice. He looked at his mother, she had a concerned look on her face. She was sometimes a good mother. It depends on what his father did to her. If he makes her mad or anything, she'll drink and then hell will be loose.
"I'll try my best." He said. His mother slowly nodded.
"Good luck at your new school." She kissed him on the forehead before leaving. Toshiro stood there and sighed.
"Out of the way, faggot." Someone said from behind him. Toshiro turned around. It was his father. Toshiro willingly moved aside. His father passed through, while giving his son a slight push, and headed to the kitchen. His father HATED Toshiro's guts. Nice to have a supportive family [lies].
Toshiro sighed once again and left the house, bookbag on his back. He inhaled the warm summer breeze. A wave of sadness overcame him. He remembered why he loved the summer so much. It was because of Hinamori. If only she was here...
Toshiro looked up at the clear blue sky.
"I miss you, Momo. I hope you still take me as who I am even though I'm gay." He thought. He walked up to the sidewalk. As he waited for the bus, he grabbed his Ipod and played "Had Enough" by Breaking Benjamin. After a few minutes, the bus finally pulled up and he hopped on. All 12 sets of eyes were on him. He stared at them back, scanning any seat for him to sit in. He found one in the back. He went down the aisle and sat down. He knows why they were staring at him. It was probably because of his icy teal eyes or his spikey white hair. Or maybe even both.
He stared out of the window, zooming out and letting his music drain into him. He didn't even notice that someone was trying to get his attention.
"Hello!" Someone yelled.
"Huh?" Toshiro looked at the stranger, who had weird tattoos and spikey red hair. He looked rather tough and mean with big biceps. He wore baggy blue jeans with a single silver chain hanging down and a grey t-shirt.
"Get out of my seat." The stranger snapped. Toshiro glares at him. "Oh? Giving me the silent treatment? Okay, okay. That's cool." He said. Toshiro raised an eyebrow and the stranger grabbed his throat. Toshiro coughed and grabbed his hand. "My name is Renju Abarai, and from her on out, you're my target. Now get out of my seat!" He said. Toshiro simply spits at him. "Oh, now you'll get it!" Renji dragged him off the bus and threw him onto the pavement in front of the school.
"Renji! Knock it off!" A girl said with shore black hair.
"Back off, Rukia. He's mine." Renji said. Toshiro turned around and was grabbed by the throat again. Rukia seemed to be looking around for someone.
"Ah! Strawberry!" She yelled and ran.
"You spit at me, and that's practically a death wish." Renji said. Like Toshiro cares, that's all he wants to do it die, die, die, die. There is litterally nothing for him there. Nothing in his life that is worth staying a live for.
IN ICHIGO'S POV
The orange haired teenager heard someone yelling his name. He turned around and saw Rukia, his best friend, running toward him.
"Oh, hey Rukia." He said. She stopped in front of him.
"Renji is beating up the new kid." She said. Ichigo scoffed.
"So?" He said.
"Look!" She said, pointing behind her. Ichigo sighed and looked at the scene. His eyes widened as he laid eyes on a good looking boy with spikey white hair and gorgeus icy blue eyes. He was against a pole and Renji had a knife to his throat. The boy looked rather frightened while Renji looked both amused and pissed.
"Hmm. Now that I think about it, you're kinda cute." Renji said, lifting the knife and slicing a good line across Toshiro's cheek. Toshiro flinched at the stinging and new cut was on his cheek, sending some blood running down his cheek. Toshiro closed an eye. "I want you all to myself now." Renji said, coming closer. Toshiro went to escape but was forcfully, and painfully, grabbed by the arm and slammed back to the pole. Ichigo got tense when he saw a flash of horror and pain cross the new kids' face. He hated violence. So he charged, hoping to end it.
IN TOSHIRO'S POV
"I kinda like you, ya know?" Renji said, tracing my jaw with the point of the blade. I furrowed my eyebrows in fear. How can I get this guy away from me? If I attack, it'll piss him off and sure enough, more harm will come to me. If I escape, more harm will come to me. What do I do?
"Renji, beat it." Someone unfamiliar said. Renji scoffed in dissapointment and turned his head to look at the intruder.
"Oh, what the hell..."Renji suddenly froze. His eyes were big. I looked at the stranger. He had slightly spiked orange hair and brownish-grey eyes that stung with anger. He was looking straight at Renji.
"I-I-I-Ichigo." Renji stammered. I became confused. First, Renji was an absolute tough guy and he suddenly froze with fear once he saw Ichigo? ...Wow. How pathetic.
"Un-hand him. Now." Ichigo said. Renji's fear went away and he turned his head and looked straight at me. He leaned in quickly and forcfully took my lips in his. My eyes widened and I struggled to break free. Ichigo grabbed Renji's shoulder and shoved him away from me. I gasped and whipped my mouth. Renji hits the ground on his butt and Ichigo stood infront of me.
"I said back off!" Ichigo ordered. Renji stood and ran off. Rukia comes over to us.
"I hate that guy." She said.
"Me too." Ichigo agreed and looked at me. I still had my wrist at my mouth, my eyebrows furrowed, and I was looking away with a flush of humiliation.
"Daijoubu?" Ichigo said. I looked at him, my eyes meeting his. But I didn't say a word. And I never will be. Since Momo's murder, I haven't said words to anyone but my mother. Sometimes. The words that I spoke to her this morning, were the first 4 words I said in the past 3 years.
I simply nodded at Ichigo's question and took my wrist away from my mouth.
"I'm sorry Renji acted like that. He's an asshole." Rukia said. I shrugged.
"I'm Ichigo Kurosaki." Ichigo said, extending his hand out to me. I looked at his hand and hesitantly took it. He had a firm grip on my small hand. But his hand felt warm...welcoming...gentle. It reminded me of Momo. I immediatly took my hand away.
"And my name is Rukia Kuchiki." Rukia said and lowered her head in a bow. I shyly lowered my head and bowed back.
"I see you're the silent type. Don't matter." Ichigo said and gently smiled at me. I looked at him with curious eyes. I inhaled gently before taking a step forward and putting my lips to his ear. I opened my mouth to say something.
"...Arigato." I whispered and walked into the school.
THE END
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So I decided to do a lemon due to a demand of a friend. The lemon will be at the end of the story. And just to let you know, I will NOT read my lemon over! I just can't! *tries to read the last chapter of Can I make you feel better? but throws it aside* I JUST CAN'T! review... -.- please... i need to know how i did on my first lemon. if you want me to continue, LEMME KNOW. I'm actually liking the story so far... I:
~LilShiro-chan10