Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu.

Rating: M (language, (references to) sex, possible violence.

Disclaimer: All characters used are, alas, not invented by myself.. Kubo Tite owns it.. (otherwise I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, would I??)

Can we call this love??

Chapter 1

When school was over, Kurosaki Ichigo didn't feel like walking home alone. He decided to follow Ishida home. He assumed it was boredom that made him do that. Ishida hated him so badly, he was always up for a fight with the young Substitute Shinigami. Guess it's just the Quincies nature. But of course, the feeling was mutual. It's a well known fact Quincy and Shinigami don't get along too well, isn't it…

Ichigo was walking, following Ishida, who didn't seem to notice he was currently being stalked. But Ichigo was wrong there. As he slowly approached Ishida, self confident he had the advantage of a surprise attack, Ishida turned elegantly and kicked Ichigo in his stomach. Ichigo found himself flying through the air, an astonished look on his face.

'Suck at masking reiatsu, as well as sensing it, do you not Kurosaki?'

Why didn't I think of that… It's always the same… Ichigo thought to himself

'Why are you following me? Looking for trouble again?'

'I was fucking bored. Thought you might be up for a fight.'

Ishida nodded his head in a bit of a sarcastic way, shoved his glassed back up his nose, turned and started walking again.

'Hey you bastard! We're not done here yet!' yelled Ichigo persistently, while standing up.

'I believe we are. Go home, Kurosaki.' Ishida said without looking back.

'No fucking way' I'm not gonna lose to a know-it-all Quincy…

Ishida turned around and started walking towards Ichigo very slowly. He had no idea why he did it. Must have been bored too, and fighting Ichigo was the fastest way to get rid of him.

'Alright then, try to hit me again.'

Ichigo wanted to hit Ishida real hard but Ishida used one hand to stop his fist and used the other to hit Ichigo in his stomach again.

'Fuckin' Quincy bastard.' Ichigo said, already breathing more heavily.

'You're even weaker when not in Shinigami form, Kurosaki.'

Ichigo tried to hit Ishida again, a bit more slowly this time, and when Ishida caught his fist, Ichigo gripped his hand and hit him in his face.

Ishida felt blood running down his chin. His lip had split.

'Ow, c'mon, you should have seen that coming' Ichigo purred.

Ishida growled to himself. For once, the Shinigami was right. He didn't know when he became so careless.

'I like the sight of blood on you, Ishida.' Ichigo grinned.

Ishida grabbed Ichigo's shirt in an inattentive moment and hit his stomach again with his knee. Ichigo's knees became weak for a moment and he would have hit the floor this time, if Ishida hadn't hold him.

Damnit! He wasn't going to lose against the Quincy, was he? Focus, damnit!

Somehow, he couldn't really focus. All he thought of was the pain in his stomach. And blood. Ishida. What the hell! No he hadn't thought of Ishida that way. It was just his mind telling him he should hit Ishida and don't stop hitting him. He wanted to taste his blood. No he didn't.

'Ishida! Lets stop fighting. I'm not in the mood anymore. I …'

Before he knew what he did, he pressed his lips against Ishida's. He tasted the salty tang of Ishida's blood. It was a short kiss, but it was enough to make him go crazy.

What the hell am I doing. I hate Ishida. I don't like him, for Christ's sake!

Ishida only was stunned. He had no clue what was going on.

'Shinigami bastard' he murmured and finally let go of Ichigo's shirt.

'I'm sorry, I… don't know…' Ichigo stuttered, turned around and walked away cursing silently to himself.

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