"Toushirou don't," Ichigo said from his bed, a blanket was wrapped around him
Disclaimer: Domo arigoto Mr. Roboto I don't own BLEACH and that is my motto!
Pairing: Ichigo/Hitsugaya
Length: one -shot(for now)
Authors note: this is my first yaoi related fan fiction so I'm open for criticism.
"Toushirou don't," Ichigo said from his bed, a blanket was wrapped around him.
Toushirou was tying his sash as he walked towards the door. He halted, turning his head to look at Ichigo, "what happened last night held no meaning, could you stop trying to give it one?"
Ichigo looked at the white-haired boy, his ocean-blue eyes were cold and still, his words were like daggers stabbing the strawberry in the heart. With the last of his hope Ichigo balled up his fists and tried to reason with Toushirou.
"Don't you love me?"
Toushirou sighed as he put on his haori, "Let me say this in a way that you'll understand: I was drunk and so were you, I felt like getting laid that doesn't mean that I love you. You were just a one night stand, and that's all you'll ever be."
The snow-haired boy walked out of the room without saying another word. He left the strawberry there heart broken and angry. The one he loved (and thought loved him back) brushed him off like he was a piece of dirt.
"So what you said to me was a lie, damn you," Ichigo grunted, "When you say you love someone you are supposed to mean it."