AN ;
Konnichiwa ! First off , I am not going to go in-depth to what Hitsu was talking about. Just some boyfriend troubles , neh ? Ichigo and Hitsugaya , by the way are just friends in the beginning . ;) Or are they ? ! I have no clue whether I am going to make this one-shot or two-shot right now at this moment. But, I am for sure just making this an opening into the story . ( Brilliant , isn't ?! ) Anyways , I didn't quite like this opening , but I switched it around a lot . I think I am just OK with this right now . I might switch it up later. I am just getting this up to make Elizabeth happy . [: I hope you like it ! I know , it's dumb my dear . I am on writer's block ! I swear !
"Honestly, you are such a lightweight!"
Hitsugaya's eyes fluttered open and stared out into the darkness of which was his room. His eyes finally rested on the giggling and way-past-drunk friend Ichigo. He couldn't help but muster a laughter. Ichigo rolled his eyes, drinking down the last sip of sake from his cup. Ichigo had come over many hours early to visit him. However, once Ichigo discovered the sake, it became a party. It had been awhile since he had last had a sip of the delicious sake, so he couldn't quite say no to him either. Besides, maybe getting drunk with his best friend would make him feel better about what had happened a few weeks ago. He shuddered. Never again.
"Don't be laughing at me! I'm no where near passing out like you are, Hitsugaya-kun!"
Hitsugaya suddenly pulled out of his trance and blinked at him. Ichigo only tilted his head to the side in inquiry of his day-dreaming. Histugaya blushed, waving his hands in front of his face. Jeez, how many times had he done this in front of Ichigo tonight? It was nearly twelve and the two were still not drunk out of their minds. That was the idea anyway. Histugaya grabbed the nearest cup, not caring who had last drunk out of it. The lukewarm liquid scurried down his throat, causing his head to spin. Sooner or later, like Ichigo had predicted, he would pass out. Histugaya was never good with alcohol.
"So, Hitsu, what has been up with you since . . . you know?"
The question caught him off guard, so he just shrugged to satisfy Ichigo.
"I don't really know." he paused, thinking carefully how to phrase his next words. "Thanks for coming Kur- I mean Ichigo . . . it has really helped me forget about this whole drama going on."
He didn't even look, but Ichigo was smiling. It had been awhile since the two called each other by their first names. Normally, Toshiro didn't even bother doing so. It was more of a way to show appreciation. With that thought, something slipped into his mind and Hitsugaya shook his head. This was no time to think how else he could satisfy him. He threw the empty cup away from him and grabbed another one near him. It didn't take him to long to notice something wrong Ichigo.
As he grabbed the glass next to him, Ichigo was staring down into his. Toshiro rose his brow, a questioning look replacing his normally cold and emotionless personality. Ichigo seemed to be blushing, but in the dark, it was hard to tell. He glanced away and took a sip, but a strong hand gripped his wrist. He turned to Ichigo, his face hard with anger.
"Kurosaki! What the hell! Let me go!"
Toshiro didn't know why, but his heart started racing. Ichigo pushed his body closer, the sake pouring all over the bed and Toshiro. However, he was too entranced with his eyes to even notice. The sudden realization of what Ichigo was doing made Hitsugaya's face light up. Ichigo smirked maliciously, his lips closing in on his target.