Hey peeps! This is my second story! Yay! (silence) Anyway things will be confusing here but in the first chapter it will explain a lot. So relax, read, and enjoy!
Title: White Moon, Dark Snow
Summary: Hitsugaya Toshiro is an Elder whose life is saved by the name of Kurosaki Ichigo. Years later, they meet again and feeling start to bloom. In the midst of this, a Elder is killed, creatures are starting to turn, and Ichigo and Toshiro are being hunted.
Rating: M (language, content, in future lemons, etc.)
Pairings: IchixHitsu (duh), others
Disclaimer: Do not own. If I did...a lot of smut guys. A lot of smut.
Prologue
Rain was pounding down into the street, making those who were out outside run for shelter. The streets were silent, devoid of any life. Except for two figures that were running.
It was obvious to any one looking that the other was chasing the smaller of the two. The boy that was being chased had white hair, and was wearing casual clothes and a long black trench coat. He was clutching his left shoulder as he ran through the street, desperately trying to find a way to escape his pursuer.
Looking to his right and seeing an alley, he quickly turned and ran down it. Stopping, he looked out to the street to see if his pursuer had followed him. Heaving a relieved sigh, he slid down the wall and sat down.
He took this time to examine his wounded shoulder. He cursed softly when he felt the poison slowly enter his blood stream. 'How could I have let this happen?!' he thought with anger. 'I need to find a Healer and fast.'
However, before he could even get up, he felt a presence in the entryway to the alley. Looking he found no one but before he could turn he felt a something sharp pressed against his neck.
Narrowing his eyes, he turned his teal-colored eyes to his left. The man in front of him was no ordinary human. He realized that immediately. He realized that his pursuer was from the Hueco Mundo, the demon realm and home to those who betrayed the Council. He knew that the moment he met the man's red-eyed gaze.
Growling in his throat, he asked, "What do you want, traitor?"
At that the creature chuckled. "What do I want? Well let's see. You are just walking alone and you have a wonderful scent. So it made me wonder." His eyes started to glow and he smiled, revealing two sharp canines. The white haired boy couldn't help but groan inwardly. 'A vampire huh? No wonder I was wounded so easily.'
"Does your blood taste the same as the scent? Or completely different? So I just knew I had to see." He continued, licking his lips.
The boy curled his lip in disgust. "How disgraceful." he sneered. "You have fallen so low has to attack anybody with good smelling blood huh? Like I said before, how disgraceful."
At that the vampire growled angrily. "Don't talk back to me! You are only prey!"
At that the boy slapped the knife holding hand away from his neck and turned his teal eyes to glare at him. Hissing, he said, "How dare you! I am NO one's prey!"
Baring his fangs at the vampire, he swiped out with his claw-like hands. Unfortunately it was with his injured arm.
Surprised, the vampire jumped back a little. He looked into his eyes and his own widened. "You… You are one of the council members and captains of Gotei 13!" he said, shocked.
At that the boy gave a small nod. "Very good. You still have a brain after all." he said, hate laced into his tone.
The red-eyed vampire looked at him for a moment before he gave a smile. "Well this is perfect! If I kill you and drink your blood, I'll have endless power!"
The boy stared at him with no emotion on his face or in his eyes. In fact, staring at him, he almost pitied him. But he didn't, keyword being 'almost'.
However, before he could take a step towards the young boy, he suddenly stopped, his eyes going wide. Before the boy's eyes he fell to the side in a heap, not moving. Slowly he moved his eyes to where he was standing before he fell.
In his spot was a young boy, who looked to be in his late teens. He was putting away a knife that no doubt killed the vampire. But the white haired boy wasn't looking at that. He was looking at his face.
His face, from what he could tell, had a tan hue to it, had strong, sharp features. His eyes were a chocolate brown that was swirling with some kind of emotion the younger couldn't identify. But his hair was really interesting. Even in the darkness of night the teal-eyed teen could tell that the older had bright orange hair.
He was suddenly snapped out of his daze when the teen crouched in front of him. Jerking back the white haired teen let out a small hiss in warning, not sure if this boy was friend or foe. For a moment he forgot about his shoulder but the moment he hit the wall behind him pain made him remember.
"It's alright." The orange haired boy said. His voice was very masculine sounding, and the teal-eyed boy couldn't help but shudder. "I won't hurt you." He continued.
At that the small boy snorted. "Yeah right. I just saw you kill that vampire. How do I know you won't kill me too?"
The teen rolled his eyes. "I won't kill you. You are one of the council members of Gotei 13 right?" When the younger nodded, he continued. "Okay then. What would the point be of me killing you? Now be quiet so I can heal your injury."
At that orange haired teen moved toward him slowly, indicating that he was going to harm the young council member. When the boy made no move to get away he continued until he was able to see the shoulder. Pulling back the coat and shirt he cursed when he saw the wound.
The edges were black and red, as if he was burned. Blood was pouring out in small streams. Looking closer he could see smoke rising from the wound, which meant that whatever was in the bullet was very poisonous.
Breathing slowly through his nose, the white haired boy looked down when he heard fabric ripping. He watched as his rescuer ripped some bandages to cover his wound. His eyes widened however when the teen started murmuring words. Lifting a finger he made a symbol over the wound. The wound started glowing and before the small boy's very eyes, the bullet that was imbedded in his shoulder started to come out. Once the bullet was fully out the teen made another symbol and said another spell. The wound started glowing faintly. While that was happening, the teen started wrapping the bandage around the boy's shoulder.
Once he was done he sat back with a sigh. "How does that feel?" he asked, exhaustion evident in his voice.
Shocked teal eyes rose up to meet brown. "You're a Healer," he said, disbelief coloring his tone.
"Yes, I am. Very good. Now, how does your arm feel?" the teen asked, sarcasm evident.
Scowling at his tone, the white haired boy replied, "Good. And there is no need for sarcasm."
"Alright. Sorry."
Looking at the Healer, he asked, "May I ask your name? I want to know the name of the one who saved my life."
Brown orbs blinked, then, smiling, the teen said, "Ichigo. Kurosaki Ichigo. And may I ask your name?"
Teal orbs stared at him, shocked for no one had really ever asked him for his name before. "It's Toshiro. Hitsugaya Toshiro."
Nodding, Ichigo said, "Nice to meet you, Toshiro."
If they only knew the dangers they would face.
So begins the journey.
