Welcome to my fanfiction!

„If somebody saves your life, you oughta fall in love with him. But what if you're not ready? You screw up your life with your actions."

In this story Kon makes a move on Ichigo. It's not a fairy tale, but it has got a kinda-happy-end. I tried to make this the least AU. A bit melancholic.

Please, read and review. I hope you will like this story! It is written in Ichigo's and Kon's point of view. It's not like the same thing written twice, just switching POV in the middle of the text.

Kon's POV

I kind of wanted to back out. I mean, he is the one who saved me. From death. But that is exactly the reason why I wanted to do it. It was so complicated, I couldn't figure out what to do. But I heard the door opening and he stepped in. I was still a bit nervous, I had no idea how it would go.

- Um…hi Ichigo. How was… hollow fighting? - I scratched the back of my orange head.

- That bastard wouldn't let me finish him off easily… but I won – Ichigo grinned then frowned. – What's wrong, Kon? You look so… I don't even know… puzzled? Are you alright?

- Why, y-yes, of course, why wouldn't I… - Ichigo sent me the oh-really look. I sighed. – Alright I am not.

- Tell me about it.

- You're gonna hate me for it.

- Am not.

- Yes you are.

- Just spit it out already Kon or I'll leave you! – said Ichigo rather impatiently and annoyedly.

- It's…not really spitting it out… but rather…doing it.

I touched Ichigo's arm and after a few seconds I slid my hand down, stroking it. Ichigo looked confused. I kept my eyes looking at the floor. I was wondering why he hadn't snatched away his hand already. I saw it as a sign, so I moved forward. I stepped a little closer and now brought up my hand to his neck. It felt so soft. And good. I could see Ichigo really wanted to know where this was going, but for some reason, he didn't say a thing.

I stopped for a moment, just to think. Whether if this moment was the right one. And it was, so I leaned in and gave a kiss to his cheek. I did it very slowly and I tried to give the lightest kiss ever. Ichigo somewhat understood my intentions, but I didn't give him time. I took his face in my hands and pressed my mouth against his. I broke through the dryness of his lips and made my way inside with my tongue.

Before I could even resist his hand roughly pushed me away and our lips parted forcefully. He panted loudly and moved towards the window in order to escape. But I couldn't stop at that. I don't know what got to me. I've been wanting this for so long, I couldn't back out now and let it go like that. I couldn't finish it here.

My feet moved on its own and I heard him yelp. He jumped onto the bed and fumbled with the window's lock but I caught his hand and forced it to the wall above his head and leaned closer. His breathing got quicker and he let out a helpless whimper as he tried to make his way out of my grasp. He wiggled and struggled, but somehow he wasn't in the position to push me off. Before I could kiss him again he slid down and freed his hand, then immediately moved towards the door but I caught the back of his T-shirt and didn't let him slip out of my grasp anymore. I turned and entwined my arm around his chest and pushed him onto the bed, not taking off my hand from his body.

I sat onto his hip, and he grunted. Crap. I couldn't fight against him all the time. I had to keep him down. But I didn't have anything ready. I hesitated for a while, but didn't find anything better. I punched him in the face. I felt a slight tingle in my fist, and honestly, it hurt like hell. But I didn't let out any sound, and didn't do anything to show my pain. He shouted and brought down his hands to his face and hid it, pressing his palms against his nose.

I picked up the duct tape from his table until he didn't see it - the less he could see my intentions and resist. It gave out a ripping sound as I twirled it around his wrists. He inhaled sharply and tried to take his hands back but I already had them. I pulled them towards the headboard. I chuckled as Ichigo noted how idiot he was for choosing a bed with truss headboard.

Somehow I wasn't feeling so excited anymore. I don't know why, I mean, this was my wish coming true, but I still wasn't really happy. I silently whispered I'm sorry as I took some kind of rag from his desk and pushed it into his mouth while he was trying to convince me to stop. I ripped off a piece of tape and placed it over his mouth. I ripped several more lengths of it and pressed it on his face. I could still feel his soft lips with my fingers. He wiggled more and more.

Sweatdrops appeared on his forehead and cheeks, not mentioning the several blows he administered on me. I wonder if he realized that this is his own body. When I planned to get up he kneeled me in the back. That was some killer hit. I leaned forward and grunted into his chest. It took me at least a minute to be able to do anything other than whining about the pain. But it's worth it. I guess…

I slowly slid off of him and pulled down his hakama. That was the loudest scream I have ever heard from him, even through the layers of duct-tape over his face. That was the moment I thought it was a good idea to lock his door. When I returned, I saw small teardrops at the corner of his worried and startled eyes. I almost felt sorry for him.

I hesitantly reached for the duct-tape and he started desperately shaking his head, trying to tell me to stop. I sighed as I taped his ankles separately to the end of his bed, convincing myself that in the end this will be the best experience of my life, and this could help the two of us get together. What an idiot I was back then. Ichigo still didn't give up on getting free, but the tape was working surprisingly well. I crawled closer to him on the bed and pulled his top open, exposing his chest. He shuddered as my fingers accidentally trailed over his belly.

I noticed a slight blush creep onto his face. I smiled, saying Oh aren't you even cuter like that! … That sentence seriously freaked him out and he thrashed even harder under me. Damn, not even all the bondings could keep him in place. I strongly gripped his jaw, looking right into his eyes. He stopped for a moment, and his eyes grew wider. He turned his face a bit to the left and slightly closed his right eye, like he was afraid that I'd hit him again. But instead I brought my face closer and gave him a kiss through the tape. It looked like that didn't freak him out as much as when I kissed his lips. However, the moment our crotches brushed together, he screamed and it all started over - again.

I sighed irritatedly and yanked down his boxers… He was almost getting an erection. I looked at it with wide eyes, then my look turned to his face, kind of waiting for explanation. He looked almost as surprised as I did and tried to shut his eyes as best as he could, his facial expression almost screaming Oh crap! The blush was getting deeper and deeper. I gulped then gave out a chuckle. He replied with a grunt and turned his head to the side, forcing his look at the wall.

I lowered my eyelids as I moved up towards his face again, and carefully tore off the tape on his mouth. He looked at me, looking for clues that would answer his question: Why would you do that? I smirked and roughly pushed my lips to his. He tried to close his mouth and get away, but I didn't let him. He let out helpless sounds that even made me more worked up. After a long and passionate kiss I parted our lips and put the gag back. I dried my saliva from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand while a smirk unintentionally grew onto my face. I gently gripped his hip with a hand and pulled my zipper down.

But I stopped. I couldn't convince myself in the end. This wasn't good to either of us. I gave up on forcing myself to like this, and to make myself believe this was actually going somewhere good. I stopped before I went too far.

Ichigo's POV

I closed my eyes tight, waiting for the painful destiny. I usually never give up, but it was pretty much useless trying - right then my hands were tied, literally. I almost groaned as I still didn't feel any pain, or actually, anything. How long was this bastard going to tease me?

I carefully opened one of my eyes. Just then, I heard Kon sigh. The mod soul hung his head, so I couldn't see his eyes. I was totally confused. What was going on? Maybe this was ending here and I'm saved? I felt water on my stomach. Waterdrops. Teardrops. I made a questioning sound, which Kon answered with a light chuckle. A light chuckle that I had never heard from him before. It was similar to a disdainful laugh, but it felt miserable in a way. Kon finally looked up, his eyes shining like he was on the brink of crying.

- I… - Kon gulped, and looked up as if trying to force back tears, then his look returned to my direction and continued on a raspy voice. – I can't do it. – I felt relieved. Very relieved. Then I heard a soft laugh from Kon again. – Aren't I pathetic? I was planning on this for a week, and been thinking of it for… I don't know, months. Long, long, hopeless months. I felt so confident, and now, here I am. Crying, and saying I can't do it. If I could, I'd kill myself right away, but… I guess I'm too much of a coward to do that, too.

If Rukia was here, she'd just punch Kon in the face and everything could be OK again. But right now, the only one capable of punching Kon was only Kon himself. I let out a sigh, but it earned an unexpected response.

- Oh, right… - Kon dried his face with the back of his hands. – I tie you up first, startle you, then you have to see me like this, and I don't even set you free. – He sniffed and got up, moving to the tape that held my hands.

He took it off quickly and easily. I brought down my hands, but that was all. I couldn't move. I still stared at Kon with wide eyes, and I was too shocked to run or actually do anything. Kon, like a robot, reached for the gag. I didn't dare to move, and in the silence I could clearly and loudly hear the ripping sound of the tape.

Then it was only our quiet breathing. His hand slid down my jaw after it, and I shivered. I slowly spit out the piece of cloth, my eyes never leaving Kon's. He sighed and walked over to the bindings at my ankles. I kinda earned back my sense by the time and pulled up my boxers carefully. As Kon freed me, he sat in the corner and pulled his legs closer.

I hesitantly got up from the bed and went for the door. Am I free to go? Or is this just a small joke and he'll jump on me again? Half on the way I stopped and looked back at him. Kon suddenly spoke up as he heard me stop, his voice was muffled as he didn't raise his head from between his knees.

- You're free to go. – I still didn't move. – Please…leave…

It was hard, but I got going. I reached for the doorknob and stepped outside without looking back.

Kon's POV

When I heard the soft click of the door, I burst into a low cry. I've been holding it in for so long. What was I thinking? I felt so ashamed. I wished I could die, so I'd stop thinking, stop knowing about it all. The teardrops softly fell on my feet and the floor and I couldn't stop crying.

It took me a long while to turn my head to the left to look at the bed. With a sigh I crawled onto it among the lengths of duct-tape and hoped to be quickly pulled into the calming world of dreams.

Ichigo's POV

I heard the muffled cry after I stepped out of the room. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. I should be right next to him, comforting him, giving him hope! … But I don't think we should be close to each other now… maybe he'll think he has a chance with me… Besides, it would be really awkward… maybe it would only worsen the situation. Actually, I don't think this will get any better…ever… Not now, that I know about his sexuality and that all.

I sighed, walked to the stairs and sat down, leaning against the handrail. What was I supposed to do? Should I tell somebody about it? Or maybe go back in the end? I was so clueless. I never was good with emotions and those stuff anyways. Maybe I should ask Rukia, she knows some stuff about this. Oh, what the hell, that girl learned how to be a normal student from a book or what!... Moreover, Kon would probably want Rukia, his precious Nee-san to be the last one to know about it. Speaking of which, was this mod soul bi, or what?

I groaned - this was too much for me and I so didn't want to be thinking about this, it even gave me a headache. I couldn't go back to my room because of Kon, I couldn't go anywhere in the house, Karin would be coming home any minute now, so I decided to go to the park near, hoping that I could clear my head out, lying in the soft grass.

I shunpou'd and arrived in a few seconds. I chose a calm and silent spot. The weather was sunny and the wind carressed my face softly when I sat down on the ground.

- Kurosaki? – Oh not Ishida… - What are you doing here? I already took care of that hollow. – There actually was a hollow? – You can go home now.

- That's fantastic, Ishida, but I'll stay here for a while… You know, for safety's sake – Ishida raised an eyebrow then pushed up his glasses on his nose. – Bye, Ishida.

- You're acting weird, Kurosaki. Everything OK?

- Like I wasn't weird in your eyes all the time.

- Yes, but you are even weirder now.

- … Mind your own business, Ishida.

- If this is in any way about hollows, I want to know about it.

- Well then I assure you, it's not about hollows.

- Hm… I believe you this time, Kurosaki. Just so you know, you're a bad liar.

- I don't wanna hear that from you.

- What? My lies are perfect! Brilliant!

- Yeah sure… you're even doing it wrong now…

- I won't be listening to your cheap jokes and tricks, Kurosaki! – Ishida turned around huffily – See you at school tomorrow. – And with that, he disappeared. I sighed - despite his idiotic questions and coldness I felt a bit better, though I didn't know why. I sighed and lied back, enjoying the nice wind and chirping of the birds.

Before I knew, the sun went down and it started to get darker. I grunted - I had to go home some time soon. I walked a bit around the streets, then I finally headed towards my house. As no-one was home - probably they were in the clinic or something - I decided to go through the front door. I knocked at my room, but I didn't get any response… maybe Kon was sleeping.

I carefully opened the door and my heart filled with pain. Kon was curled up on my bed with his own plush body almost torn in his hands, he was clutching it so desperately. He was quietly sobbing, and turned away from the light that came into the room as I opened the door. I quickly stepped in and closed the door softly behind myself. I wanted to go closer, but I didn't know if it was alright. After a little silent waiting I cleared my throat.

- C-Can I come in? - it took Kon about a minute to reply, I was wondering if he heard me or if he didn't want to reply.

- You're a-already…inside, aren't you? - His voice was raspy from the crying and he sniffed. Obviously, he didn't have a tissue.

I hesitantly moved towards my desk and picked up a box of tissues. I nudged his shoulder with it. He slowly turned to me and opened his eyes. They were so red and shining. All my anger left me. How could I be angry with someone so pitiful? He thought for a while then took out one, turning away from me again and blowing hard. Seemed like one wasn't enough, so Kon reached for the box and snatched it away from me. I rolled my eyes and sat down to my desk.

- T…Thanks… - he whispered and curled up into an even tighter ball. His crying seemed to have stopped.

- … Look, Kon. It's -…

- Don't… - he interrupted me before I could finish it - … Don't say anything…please…

- But… alright… Want me to leave you alone?

- … Yeah… - I was hoping he wouldn't say that, but I had no other choice. I picked up my school bag and turned to leave the room. - Umm… could you… could you clean off the bed…? You know… it'd be weird if my sisters came in and-…

- Sure. - I nodded and left. I went to my sisters' room and opened the window, to be able to jump out if they suddenly came in.

I finished with the homework in an hour. My family still wasn't home by then, so I decided to sleep in my closet. When I went into my room, Kon was sleeping soundly. He seemed to be a little calmer. As he promised, the room was tape-less. I leaned my sword against the desk and silently slid my closet's door open, crawling into it. It wasn't so spacious. Oh hell, it was so uncomfortable I wanted to cry.

Just as some sleep would finally come to my mind, a frightful picture appeared in my mind. Crap. My hollow.

'Sup, King? Oh, tell yur mod soul I'm grateful for that lil' action this afternoon. I'm soo much closah to crushin' ya now.

He finished with a booming, evil laugh and disappeared. I didn't get to fall asleep till midnight.

Kon's POV

I woke up to Ichigo's alarm clock ringing. So I slept through the night. I felt a bit better, some of last night's memories gone from my mind. I looked around, but didn't see Ichigo, though his Zangetsu was leaned against his desk. I heard a loud yawn from the closet. Damn. I turned towards the wall. Why can't I die already? Why didn't I die with the other mod souls, together? Why did I screw up my life with this? I hung my head and lied down again. I heard the closet's door slide and Ichigo stepped out. I didn't know what he was doing, a few minutes passed in perfect silence.

- Umm… Kon? Are you awake? - I let out a small and sleepy moan in response. I didn't really want to say anything unless necessary. - I'm sorry, but can you give my body back? I need to go to school.
Dammit. I got up and raised my head. Ichigo didn't look like he had much sleep. Dammit. I looked down, and noticed the little plush - which I usually spend my days in, and now looked a bit worn-out - in his hand.

- Hey.

- What? - Ichigo asked a little later.

- Don't put me into this, 'kay? - I asked as I pointed at the little, lifeless plush. He sighed but agreed. Without looking up, I stepped into Ichigo, and the little green pill fell outta my slash his mouth.