Here is the final piece of my Bleach series! Ichi/Hana forever!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach…aww man.
Warning: Male/male love
Drabble #4- Violets and Strawberries
Violet- modesty and simplicity
Hanatarou's POV
"Ichigo-san…I…I…love…you," I whisper quietly.
I shut my eyes tightly and hold my breath. Don't look. Can't face him now. Rejection hurts too much. Fight back those tears. Be strong. Yes, love is a risk…and at least I finally went for it. I hear him sigh and my heart shatters. How foolish of me…strawberries and flowers don't mix. Someone as strong, brave, and kind like him would never fall for a lowly coward such as myself. I was so stupid…and now I have to face him…and now our friendship is ruined. His friends will find out and they will hate me. I was such an idiot. Ha, born on April Fool's Day and so now the joke is on me. I deserve this pain. Yes Hana…embrace the heartache and then let it go.
"Open your eyes Hanatarou," he says gently.
As much as I don't want to, I obey…because I can never go against the one I love, "Hai?"
Our eyes meet and I melt inside. If I didn't know better…I would almost swear that was a look of pure adoration and love directed right at me. But no…that's not possible! Stupid Hana…get a grip on reality! Ichigo does not love me!
"Hana, please say it again," he pleads.
My eyes widen. I didn't expect this. Where is the rejection? I'm so confused.
"What?"
"Say my name…and tell me you love me. I need to hear it so that I can tell you the truth," he asks and grips my hands between his large ones tightly.
Oh…so warm. It feels nice. I wish these hands would hold me forever.
"Ichigo-san…I love you," I repeat with a fierce blush on my cheeks.
He breaks into a smile and says, "I love you too… my flower."
My face burns and my eyes water…but I don't care because he is holding me close and I can feel that heat entering me. He loves me too? Is this real?
"But…you're a strawberry…and I'm a flower," I whisper into his ear.
He releases me (to my great disappointment) and leans back to respond through his melodic laughter, "Yes, you are a flower…a violet…in my opinion. And you're the most beautiful flower I've ever seen. Will you be the violet to my strawberry?"
Without hesitation, I nod and he smiles at me. He loves me…and even if everyone else turns against me for taking their favorite orange-head away…I wouldn't care because he chose me.
So, I don't know if this still counts as a drabble or a one-shot. Oh well! I hope you enjoyed! Yes, it was cheesy and fluffy, but Hana has a way of turning me (and Ichigo) to mush. Please review!
