Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Ichigo/Hitsugaya
Rating: PG-13
Warning: implied sex, Shiro-chan's not really a minor but it does just feel that way
Word Count: 127
Time: 1 hour (spaced over three occasions weeks apart)
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
"Fire and ice."
Ichigo looked confused at him. "Huh?"
"We have nothing in common," Hitsugaya said defiantly.
Ichigo snorted. "You're way off, kid."
"That's Hitsugaya-taichou," he snapped automatically.
Ichigo waved it off. Hitsugaya bristled at being dismissed so easily.
"It's not going to work," Hitsugaya repeated.
"I knew I shouldn't have done you. You're not mature enough, no matter your going on about bein' decades older 'an me."
Hitsugaya shuddered very slightly, against his will. He hadn't not liked what had happened.
"You got it all wrong, anyway."
Ichigo touched him on the arm and the world shimmered out of focus around them, giving them an image of their inner world—their combined inner world.
The moon white as bone, reflecting off endless fields of knife-sharp ice.