Yo. This is mah first fanfic I have ever written and ah apologize ahead of time for grammar an' spelling mistakes. Ah accept any 'n all reviews you may have, flames or positive, an' will use them to help mah writin' in the future so please do be completely honest. If ah get enough positive feedback ah will continue the story! This is a Yaoi and there may be lemon. LO LIKE NO READ! Got it? Kk now that we got that cleared up…When yah leave comments ah do take suggestions about what will happen in the next chapter, so if yah leave a suggestion, I may put it in the story.

Ah also accept any 'n all requests also an' will do Yaoi, Yuri, lemons, straight fics, or any combo you can think of. There is no limit to mah ninjaness! So please feel free to PM meh requests. With no further ado, ah give you mah first fanfic!

~BRDG

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Heart to Heart

(Izuru's POV)

A sigh escaped the blonde's soft lips. He didn't want to go to school today. It was just too much effort. His heart constricted as he remembered that he was alone again, and he would not see his silver haired lover anymore. Make that ex- lover. Gin had dumped him and left him a sobbing broken mess 4 months ago.

His friends would always say that he needed to find a new boyfriend and get on with it instead of moping around his apartment all day. Izuru knew that they were right, that he needed to find a new love, but Izuru wanted Gin, and Gin only. He knew it was time to move on but that stubborn part of his heart wouldn't let go of that little shred of hope that he might see Gin walking around campus somewhere and he just might apologize and Izuru would forgive him. They could go back to how things used to be.

'No I can't think like that anymore. I need to move on. Please just move on…'

Izuru's constant battle with his heart raged on. Suddenly his cell rang from his bedside table making him jump. He growled in disapproval as he clumsily reached out and grasped the loudly ringing device. Glancing at the caller ID on the front he read his best friends name. Flipping open the small phone he answered the demanding voice on the other end.

"Hey Shu." Izuru said

"Izuru get up your gunna be late. You're coming to school today." Shuhei's voice was that of a man not to be argued with. Shuhei heard a deep sigh from the other end of the phone.

"Shuhei please I-" Izuru was cut short by Shuhei, but his voice was softer now.

"Listen Izuru I know you're depressed but please, come to school. You need to meet someone new, be more social. And even if you aren't gunna meet someone; you need to keep your grades up."

'Here he goes again.' Izuru didn't want to meet anyone, and he could care less about his grades. Despite these thoughts, he found his feet hitting the carpet and dragging him out of his warm soft bed to the bathroom.

"Fine I'll go." He responded without enthusiasm.

"Good. I'll see you there, and if I don't I'll come drag you out of bed." Shuhei hung up as Izuru glanced at himself in the mirror. His fine blonde hair was a mess, tangled and out of order. This was one of the drawbacks of having bangs. Pulling a brush out of a drawer he ran it through his hair, reorganizing it. After that he wandered back to his room throwing on a pair of skinny jeans and a long sleeved black V-neck. He pocketed his cell and i-pod and pulled on his favorite hoodie. Grabbing his keys off the dresser and his book bag, he headed to the front door, throwing his headphones on and blasting Bullet for my Valentine.

10 minutes later he arrived at Bleach University and parked. Slowly he got out of his small black car and pulled his book bag along with him. He sighed and turned around only to smash into something that happened to be standing behind him. The blonde hit the ground with a thud, ear buds falling out of his ears. Izuru gasped and glanced up at the person he had run into ready to apologize repeatedly for his clumsy behavior.

The sight before the now-flustered blonde took his breath away. Before him stood the most amazing man he had ever had the privilege of laying his baby blue eyes on. He was tall and muscular but lithe and sexy in skinny jeans and a form fitting tee with 'Nice Vibe' written across the front. Yet the most shocking yet amazing thing about the man was his spiked bright orange hair. It gleamed under the early spring sunlight, succeeding in stealing the blonde's attention.

"Hey, you ok?" Just then Izuru was snapped out of his awe by the man's voice.

"I-um-uhh.." was all the flustered blonde could manage. The man was holding his had out to Izuru who gladly accepted it and was pulled to his feet.

"Names Kurosaki Ichigo." Ichigo. Izuru reveled in the name for a second, storing it in his memory. Then he looked up at Ichigo. Something about him was familiar…Oh that it! He was that boy Shuhei had introduced him to at a party. Now that he thought about it, Ichigo was almost at every party he went to…

"Kira Izuru, nice to see you again." He said with a bashful smile. A light rose color tinted his cheeks as he made eye contact with the berry.

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Oh! Uh we met at Hisagi Shuhei's party a while ago." Izuru was slightly embraced that Ichigo hadn't remembered him.

"Oh you're that cute blonde that always tailed Shuhei everywhere!"

'Cute? He thinks I'm cute?' Izuru's face went several shaded of red at the bold comment.

"Hope I see yah around Izuru." The blonde blushed at the use of his first name by a complete stranger. He watched as the berry walked off to his first class thinking that he should probably do the same. As he started making his way to his class, Shuhei walked up behind him and muttered "I saw that." Then continued on his marry way. Izuru watched him walk away as his face turned pink again.

4 hours later Izuru found himself lingering in one of empty the music rooms. He sat down at the key board and started playing a song by Owl City, one of his favorites called West Coast Friendship. Soon he found himself singing it, completely oblivious to the strawberry blonde watching from the doorway.

Are you out there?

Where the rainy days begin to feel rather sad,

And the walls are closing in like the darkness around me,

Its so hard to look away when the daylight doesn't ever stay above this dull apartment view,

Oh I will surround you,

Suddenly Izuru heard clapping from the direction of the doorway. He jumped, not realizing he had an audience. His head shot up from the keyboard quickly as he surveyed the figure standing in the doorway. Gasping, he realized it was Ichigo, the man he had quite literally run into earlier

"Wow Izuru, I had no Idea you could sing." Izuru's face wend beet red and he averted his eyes back to the keyboard. When he glanced back at Ichigo through his bangs, Ichigo was standing next to him. For the millionth time that day, Izuru jumped.

"Jeez quit being so jumpy, I'm not gunna attack you." Ichigo was scowling. This made Izuru feel guilty for some odd reason and he attempted to stammer an apology.

"I-um- uh, I mean, sorry, I just didn't realize you'd moved…" Izuru felt his face deepening in color as he tried to explain his jumpiness.

'No,' he thought, 'It's not that I didn't realize he had moved, it's because he is so close. He's beautiful….No. no I love Gin…don't I? I'm so confused…did I fall for Ichigo so easily? ….I have to be more careful…I don't even know him yet…' The blonde was completely off in his own world when he felt Ichigo's hand on his shoulder shaking him lightly.

"Hey, anybody there?"

"AH! Yah sorry, I just, uh, I mean…" He trailed off looking into Ichigo's chocolate eyes and the cute crease in his brow.

"So, wanna have coffee later?" Ichigo was staring intently at the small blonde waiting for an answer.

"Uh, yah sure! Um, when?" Izuru tried to meet the berries intense gaze, but looked away after a second.

"How 'bout tomorrow after school?" Ichigo was pulling a piece of paper out of his bag and scribbling something down on it.

"Sure." The blonde smiled gently and glanced up at Ichigo again, watching him closely. Ichigo handed him a paper with a number written on it. Not just any number, Izuru realized, it was Ichigo's cell number. Izuru felt his heart flutter, then chastised himself for acting like a hormonal teenage girl.

"Call me." Ichigo let his eyes linger on the blonde before turning and walking out of the music room.

(Ichigo's POV)

Ichigo jumped into his car and drove off, rolling down the windows and letting the cold air rush over him. What had gotten into him? He just met the blonde, and he already gave him his phone number?

'It's gotta be the way he keeps looking at me. It's cute the way he blushes and jumps. WAIT WHAT AM I THINKING? Snap out of it!"

Ichigo pulled into the parking lot to his apartment complex and turned the car off. He slammed his head down on the steering wheel before getting out of his car. He jogged up the stairs to apartment 106 and unlocked the door quickly. Dumping his book bag on the kitchen counter, he walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. Glancing in the mirror he ran a hand through his spiked orange hair and thought.

'Why is Izuru so damn attractive? It's gotta be those eyes….and that blonde hair. Does he bleach it? It's so bright….damn I wanna find out….wait… WHAT THE HELL? No I just met the kid I can't be thinking that way!'

Ichigo heard his cell ringing and pulled it out. Checking caller ID, he realized he didn't recognize it. His heart sped up at the possibility of it being Izuru.

"Moshi, moshi?"

"Hey, Kurosaki-san, it's Izuru…"

"Oh hey Izuru…call me Ichigo."

"Oh, uh ok, I-Ichigo…" Izuru liked the feel of the name rolling off his tongue.

"So tomorrow what time does your last class end?" Ichigo was planning things out in his head as he spoke.

"Um 5:00…"

"Ok meet me at The Coffee Express at 6:00."

"Oh, alright."

"I gotta go, got some homework to finish."

"Ok, bye Kur-uh, Ichigo."

"Bye Izuru." Ichigo chuckled at the blondes stammering as he closed his phone.

(The next day. Izuru's POV)

'Oh god oh god oh god. Why am I nervous, it's just coffee right? Yah sure just coffee, but Ichigo will be there! Watching me! With those intense chocolate brown eyes…" Izuru's classes had gone bye much to slow for his liking, and now he was wandering around his apartment, wondering what to do with himself. The thoughts going through Izuru's head only served to make him more nervous. 'What am I supposed to do? I've never done anything like this! It wasn't like this with Gin….' Izuru sighed.

Gin was different. Gin had literally stolen Izuru's heart. He had no choice in the matter. This thought only made Izuru's heart feel heavy. A single tear made its way down Izuru's pale cheek and he watched it fall and hit the tile of his kitchen floor. The heavy depression Izuru felt engulfed his heart and spread through his whole body. He collapsed on his kitchen floor and sobbed. Gin had stolen his heart, then torn it up and burned it. Now it was just a lump of pain in his chest. He couldn't stay like this, not right before seeing Ichigo, so Izuru did the only thing he knew could temporarily erase this depression.

Izuru slowly pulled himself off his kitchen floor and dragged himself to his bathroom. Pulling open the bottom drawer of the bathroom cabinet, he pulled out a small box. Opening the box he carefully took out a slim silver razor blade. It glinted in the dim bathroom light. Izuru pressed his back against the wall and slowly slid down. Pulling the right sleeve of his shirt up, he set the cold blade against the pale skin of his wrist that was already covered in scars. Pressing down on the blade, he felt the cold bite of the metal slicing into his thin wrist, then dragged it across his pale skin. Blood welled up in the wound and mixed with tears as it dripped off his wrist onto the tile of the bathroom floor. Izuru made a few more cuts, then washed the razor off and placed it carefully back into the box. Slumping back to the floor, Izuru watched the blood drip from his wrist while letting the numbness fall over him.

After a while he got up and washed his wrist off none too gently and wandered back to his room to change his clothes. After changing into black skinny jeans and a short sleeve t-shirt, Izuru threw on a hoodie and checked the time. 5:45.

'Crap. I was in there longer than I thought.' Izuru grappled his keys and bolted out the door. When he arrived at the small corner-store coffee shop, he pushed the door open slightly hesitantly and walked in. Scanning the room, he soon spotted that head of shocking orange and walked over to him.

"Um, hi Ichigo." Izuru felt nervous as he sat down across from the strawberry.

"Hey." was all Ichigo said as he surveyed the blonde. Ichigo noticed that he was slightly more pale than usual. It almost looked like he had been crying, but Ichigo decided not to push it yet.

"So….um…why did you want to have coffee with me?" Izuru asked as a light blush touched his face.

"'Cause you're cute. I think I like you." Ichigo was surprised by the untactful words that came out of his own mouth, but he didn't regret them. After all, he wasn't known for his tact. He watched Izuru's face closely as it turned from shock to embracement.

'Does he feel the same? I wish he would say something….' Ichigo as he watched the blonde in silence.

"I-Ichigo…I…I…think, I think I like you too…" Ichigo smiled and Izuru almost fainted from the light headed feeling he got at seeing that smile. Ichigo was pleasantly surprised and he found It hard not to lean over the table and kiss the flustered blonde. Both agreed that they should do this more often.

Weeks passed as the two continued to have coffee together on a regular basis. Izuru became more comfortable around Ichigo as they joked and laughed and got to know each other rather well.

After finishing their coffee on a rainy Friday, Ichigo invited Izuru over for dinner as an excuse to prolong his time with the blonde. Izuru followed Ichigo as he drove to his house, realizing that they were also heading in the same direction as Izuru's own apartment. He also realized that he had never been to Ichigo's house nor had any idea where he lived. Shock was displayed on the blonde's face as they pulled up to the very same apartment complex that Izuru liven in. Jumping out of his car, he followed Ichigo up the stairs, but instead of stopping on the second level like Izuru was so used to, they went up one more level.

Ichigo's apartment was a lot like his own, but there was a distinct smell that Izuru couldn't quite place. It was by no means a bad smell; in fact it was pleasant, like fresh rain. Ichigo motioned for Izuru to have a seat on the couch next to him. Izuru sat down and glanced at Ichigo through his bangs, then glanced down at his hands clasped in his lap. He felt Ichigo scoot closer and put a finger under his chin, making Izuru meet his chocolate brown eyes.

"Don't be nervous." Ichigo commanded gently, before leaning over and pressing his lips against Izuru's soft ones. Izuru was too shocked to move and Ichigo almost pulled away thinking he had scared the blonde, when Izuru finally got half his mind back, and pressed his lips harder against Ichigo's and entangles his fingers in his orange spikes. Ichigo took that as encouragement to go further, pulling Izuru onto his lap, making Izuru gasp. Ichigo took the opportunity to gently push his tongue into the small blonde's open mouth. Izuru moaned lightly as Ichigo's tongue wandered his mouth, memorizing it, the taste, the feel, every groove and plain. Feeling slightly more bold, Izuru pushed his tongue into Ichigo's own mouth, and they battled for dominance. Ichigo won their little war, and ran his hands down Izuru's chest, wandered the blonde's thin body, sliding them under Izuru's shirt and feeling the soft smooth skin. Both males were hard, their arousals rubbing together through the fabric of their jeans. Ichigo pushed the hoodie off the smaller males frame and broke the kiss to pull Izuru's shirt over his head, gaining better access to the blonde's pale skin. Their lips once again made contact, their tongues entangling. Ichigo moaned at the gasp emitted from the blonde as he pinched Izuru's sensitive nipples. Izuru broke their kiss to pull Ichigo's shirt over his head. Izuru's gentle fingers traced patterns down the strawberries stomach as he grinded their hips together in a kind of lap dance, causing Ichigo throw his head back and hiss in pleasure.

Izuru's skilled fingers reached the hem of Ichigo's jeans, and he quickly undid them and pulled them off. Ichigo watched, surprised at the blonde's sudden confidence. Finally having rid Ichigo of his clothing, Izuru slid off the couch and onto the floor between his legs, at eye level with Ichigo's rock hard member. Ichigo hissed as Izuru gently grabbed the base of his arousal, leaning up to lick the tip teasingly.

"Ahhhhzuru, d-don't teassse," Ichigo moaned as Izuru licked his member again, while their eyes locked. Letting his tongue trail from base to tip and back again, Izuru watched Ichigo's face as he held back moans and gasps. Ichigo let out a moan that echoed around the house as Izuru quickly engulfed Ichigo's member, taking all of him into his mouth and deepthroating him. Izuru bobbed his head and Ichigo could no longer hold back the moans that were ripped from deep in his chest while he tangled his fingers in the pale blonde's hair. Izuru's tongue traced the underside of Ichigo's member, and he sucked gently at it, bringing Ichigo dangerously close to the edge. Izuru continued sucking on Ichigo's impressive member, letting his teeth graze it every once in a while, as his fingers gently caressed Ichigo's balls. This was as much as he could take and Ichigo screamed as he came in Izuru's mouth, and Izuru proceeded to swallow every drop.

Ichigo panted as glanced down at the small blonde still between his legs. Izuru crawled up onto the couch next to Ichigo, curling into his side.

"'Zuru that was amazing…" Ichigo lay back on the couch, with Izuru curled neatly into his side, and sleep soon overcame him.

Izuru lay awake, as he still had his own problem he needed to take care of. He was forever thankful that Ichigo hadn't caught sight of his wrists. As soon as he was sure that Ichigo had fallen asleep, Izuru ever so carefully pulled himself out of Ichigo's arms. The thought soon dawned on him that he didn't know where the bathroom was. Getting up, he wandered around the apartment until he found the bathroom. Closing the door quietly behind him, Izuru quickly pulled his member out and pumped it quickly. A soft moan escaped his lips as he brought himself to pleasure quickly.

Izuru hurriedly made his way back to his sleeping lover. He carefully curled back into his side and Ichigo protectively wrapped his arms around the blonde. Izuru hadn't felt so content, so happy, in months, and soon he joined his lover in sleep.

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Soooo was it good? No good? Did it lack somethin'? Ah apologize for quality cuz Ah'm wrintin' this at 1 am. Buuuut REVIEW because if yah don't ah won't continue the story. And ah neeeeeed feedback! It only takes a minute ta write a simple review. PLZZZZ and ah take requests so PM meh any requests yah may have!

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