Okay. Here's another Bleach fanfic. It's unedited. Hope you like! (decided to fidle around with first person to see how it would sound)

Ichigo

I knew he was hiding something. I knew he was different. He always looked distant, pulled out of reality. Those eyes -so beautiful and pure- were always downcast, a sparkle of terror and torture held in them. Toshiro Hitsugaya was hiding something. I didn't know what, but I was. I wanted to help.

Toshiro and I had met in our freshmen year of high school. We had bumped into each other right before classes started.

I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. A rumble of nervous bumblebees droned in the pit of my stomach. I clasped my abdomen. I usually didn't get this anxious over the first day of school. It used to be just any other day, just a new agenda pretty much. But now it was like a nerve racking experience, completely new, like I was some small kid in line for a rollercoaster, anticipating the unknown thrills of what was to come.

Every year, in a way, was a rollercoaster, though. In seventh grade, both me and Uryu Ishida snuck a cherry bomb into the bathroom, flushed it down, and the pipelines of the school were blown out and school was halted for over more than a week. I smiled at the memory. Every year had the same thrills, same tricks to stop school, or to get back at a bully… except this year. This year was a whole new rollercoaster because I had changed. I found out something about me that I had never thought would be possible. And through all of this realization, my friend was no longer here. Uryu had left, moved to the far north part of Japan, too far for regular visits.

The stupid grin on my face melted away into a frown. All of this was new -new school, new attractions- and my friend wasn't there to help. The only friend.

I grumbled through the hallways, a rain cloud forming over my head and drenching me all the way to the bone in sorrow and just an entirely pissed off mood. I didn't really look where I was going and I didn't really give a shit who I ran into. I held no intimidation from older classmen. I just gave it.

As I continued to walk through the halls, I turned a corner harshly and felt a sharp pain in the top of my chest and staggered backwards. Some boy had ran head long into me. His white tousled hair covered his bent head as he picked up his spilled books off the floor. I felt guilt needle my heart as I realized my pig ass manners. I kneeled down and started to scoop up some of the books.

He kept his gaze averted to the ground and mumbled, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. I was just being the dumb ass barreling down the hallway.."

The boy lifted his face. A pair of light turquoise eyes stared back at me. One bang shrouded the left one as he cocked his head and smiled gently at my harsh comment. He glowed as he grinned back at me like some dangerous angel.

I felt absolutely retarded staring at this beautiful person. I bet I looked like a choking frog: butt resting on heels as I crouched, knees diagonal like a pissing toad, jaw dropped and eyes bugging. I clicked my jaw shut and felt heat rush to my cheeks.

A coy smirk slid onto his face, almost like he registered exactly what was going on in my head. I blushed at thought of him reading my mind in the future, if I'd get any other interesting thoughts.

The boy's long ebony lashes drifted down as he reached towards me. To my astonishment and slight disappointed relief, his hand dipped right beneath me to grab a book instead of my junk. A ragged breath came from my parted lips.

"What's your name?" I was still staring at his hand when he asked. He seemed to notice and shied away, turning his head and a faint blush painting his cheeks. My eyes met his and he dropped his lashes and lifted a hand to his nape, rubbing it in the usual anxious habit. "Sorry, wasn't trying to grab the assembly.. Just the book." I smiled and laughed at his word choice. An cherubic-devilish grin approached his cheeks demurely.

"Ichigo Kurosaki." I was finally able to blurt out. I lent out my hand as we stood up. He only came up to my collar bone. That was fucking adorable.

"Toshiro Hitsugaya." he placed his small hand in mine and shook. My cheeks warmed at the touch.

I wanted to talk but time was closing in. I never thought I could hate school any more than I already had. I wanted to butcher it. I looked down at my watch. We had three minutes.

I budged my chin out towards his schedule. "When are your classes?"

Toshiro's brow knitted together as he jumbled the assortment of books in his petite arms. "Fuck it." he mumbled under his breath and clasped a small book between his teeth and held a mound of books in his left arm and his schedule in his right. I felt rude for not helping him carry anything but the situation was quite cute.

"Uhh.." I snorted at his clenched voice and laughed more when he smartly flicked me off with a grin. "First I've got math, second reading and language, third physical education, fourth history, fifth arts, sixth science, and seventh study period."

I quickly glanced down at mine. "We have second, third and fourth together." I looked up and saw him struggling again with his books. I smirked and grabbed the book between his teeth that was about to fall. He winked and replied, "Thanks." I blushed at the mere flutter of his lashes.

After he got situated, I tried to hand him his teeth-marked book but his eyes were unfocused and looking past me. Confused, I looked behind me, saw nothing, and stood in front of him. "You see something?"

Toshiro shook his head. "Oh.. Did I space out?" he shrugged bashfully. "Sorry.."

"No, it's ok. Do it all the time in history." a wavering smile spread on Toshiro's lips but a fear shadowed his striking eyes.

Before I ask him if he was ok, the warning bell rang. Toshiro jolted at the sudden sound and looked at me apologetically and wound around me. "I've gotta go, don't wanna be late." he smiled sheepishly at me. "See you in an hour!" he yelled back.

I waved but my hand soon ceased its movement as I saw Toshiro look over his shoulder back into the empty hallway with such horror spelled onto his face I thought he had seen a murder. He scampered away before I could catch up to him and I resorted to running to my first class and ponder on what had just happened to my new found friend.

Now that I pieced it together, I knew that he had seen something that day, nothing like a weird kid or disfunctional teacher.. Something I couldn't. I wanted to know, wanted to know so much as to help him and keep him safe from anything that was keeping those eyes so sleepless with those sooty crescents of somnolence.

I flipped open my cell as I walked home and dialed Toshiro's number. He picked up on the first ring. This was almost ritual to us now.

"Hey."

"Walking home, Kurosaki?" he asked.

"You're psychic aren't you?" I said teasingly.

A choked laugh came from the other line. "So why you call?" I heard his foot tap on the soft padding of his mattress and the scritch and scratch of his pencil on paper.

I snorted. "I do this all the time. Why do you always ask?"

"Well I wouldn't know if you were being reported into the police department if I didn't ask, smart ass!"

"Tight ass!"

Toshiro and I teased each other until interference started crackling its raspy voice.

"Hey, Toshiro? Can you hear me? There's some interference." Labored breathing came at me from the other line, soft and light. Like Toshiro's. I stopped at my doorstep and pressed the phone close to my ear and closed my other. "Toshiro. Do you need me over there? You sound-"

"No! I mean-.. I'm alright. Just don't come. Please. I just have to go."

"I-" the phone beeped in my ear like a teasing alarm clock, signaling that the other line was dropped. Toshiro really seemed unnerved and I wanted to go over and help him, tell him for another reason why I had to come: I was locked out of my apartment, had to get help with my homework and lay on his bed with him, working on the overly complex problems that he whizzed straight through like an Olympic swimmer in a baby pool. But I heeded his wishes and stepped into my apartment, disappointedly.

I knew why he had to leave though: it was his secret. I knew so much about him but nothing was enough until I knew absolutely everything. I wasn't nosey, I was just curious about the such inhumanly beautiful boy. And I wanted him to feel safe around me, let him think and know that I am trustful.

I made a drink and slid the balcony door open. I propped onto the large chair seated there and listened to the calming wash of the Japanese coastline, wishing I could share it with Toshiro. I looked out at the sea, Toshiro's its mysterious incarnate. Like any person in admiration of the sea, I wanted to learn his history, know him from inside out, love his beauty and ambiguity, and, one of the most important to me, keep him safe.

So.. yeah. I made Ichigo a sap and Toshiro a mystery monkey. Hope you liked it and please review!