Ichigo hates everything about Hichigo

Ichigo has rarely ever let anyone see him cry. Sure people have seen tears form in his eyes or one or two trickle down his cheeks but no one's ever seen him actually cry. That is except for Hichigo. This was the reason Ichigo hated his 'other'. The damned albino was the only person to ever see Ichigo at his most vulnerable of times and this just pissed the orange haired teen off. But what pissed him off even more was the fact that he was crying again. It was June 16th the day before that day happened. He never usually cried about it but Hichigo had somehow gotten him to.

Stupid Hichigo! Fuck! I'm crying! Ichigo wiped furiously at his eyes but the tears didn't stop. Once they started they never stopped and so he sat on his bed with his face buried in his hands and sobbed as Hichigo stood at the side of the bed, his pale skin appeared to be illuminated by the moonlight that poured through the open window.

"Why are you crying King?" Hichigo tilted his head.

"Shut up! Just shut up damn it!" Ichigo let out another sob. Hichigo reached his hand out and removed Ichigo's hands from his face. Brown orbs hesitantly looked into golden and before Ichigo knew what was happening he felt a sudden warmth on his lips. It took him a moment to realize that Hichigo was kissing him. With a jerking motion Ichigo pulled away from Hichigo, successfully hitting his head on the wall.

"You stopped crying, king." Hichigo smiled softly and leaned closer to Ichigo, putting his hands on the wall at both sides of Ichigo's head.

"Fuck off! I hate you damn it!" Ichigo nearly yelled and pressed himself against the wall.

"Those three words can mean the same thing." Hichigo's breathe caressed Ichigo's cheek.

"No they fucking don't! Hate is hate!" Ichigo's hand shot out as he tried to hit Hichigo.

"Ne, King you lack instinct right now." Hichigo calmly caught the hand.

"FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING INSTINCT!" Ichigo tried to pull his hand away.

"Tell me Ichigo, do you think my heart still beats?" Hichigo held tightly to the strawberry's hand.

"Fuck no I don't! You're literally a heartless bastard!" Ichigo struggled again and thought about possible ways to get the hollow off of him.

"You'd be surprised." Hichigo brought the teen's hand to his chest and pressed it, palm down, against the spot where his heart was. He smiled when Ichigo's eyes widened.

"It's… beating…"

"Mm, it only beats for you, my King." Hichigo pressed his lips against the latter's lips (fwuh I'm probably not using former and latter the correct way lol) and his smile widened to find Ichigo a bit more welcoming. Hichigo's blue tongue (HE DRINKS TO MUCH BLUE KOOL-AID!) slid into Ichigo's mouth eliciting a soft moan. When he pulled away he found that Ichigo was blushing rather deeply and panting.

"I still hate you, and you were right the three words mean the same thing but don't expect me to say the other meaning any time soon!"

"I love you too, king." Hichigo laughed and pressed his lips to Ichigo's forehead.

"Mm, back at cha."

~LE FIN~