So... I wrote this because I was bored, also because I love this pairing. :3

Disclaimer: I no own Bleach.


-Never Alone-

All that Toshiro could feel was warmth. Although usually this would annoy him do to the fact that the boy preferred cool climates, he stayed there and reveled in the comfortable silence. Yes, this warmth was not the kind that made you sweat and become thirsty, but the kind that made your heart feel like it would burst with love at any second. He felt a smile creep onto his face as he noticed that he was sitting down in a rather dark room, huddled into one of it's seemingly invisible corners. It was dark, very dark.

"Toshiro!" He heard a voice laugh. The silverette looked up to find no one other than the man he loved, with his goofy grin that could melt the iciest of personas. Ichigo waved, a few yards separated the two. Trying to close the annoying distance between them, Toshiro rose and walked over to Ichigo. And walked. And walked.

And walked.

It seemed as if he couldn't get any closer, the faster he ran. The smile across Ichigo's face slowly withered, leaving him with a sad frown. "What's the matter, Shiro? Did I do something wrong?" Ichigo asked sadly.

Toshiro tried to run faster, but his legs burned with exertion. He shook his head as he ran. The more he tried to get closer to Ichigo, the farther away his love seemed to be. The lack of air made his lungs sear in need of oxygen- thus Toshiro could not call out to his beloved. Ichigo's head seemed to hang low as his shoulders drooped, lively brown eyes growing dim. "I see how it is." He turned, taking his leave.

"ICHIGO!" Toshiro tore a scream from his throat as he willed himself to run faster. The man did not seem to acknowledge Toshiro and walked further into the darkness, which continued to swallow them both up bit by bit.

The once tranquil warmth now felt like flames, smothering the silverette and wrapping it's fiery limbs around his pale neck to strangle him. Oh, how Toshiro hated the warmth. Ice made you numb, unable to feel the things that would usually make you your weakest.

Toshiro awoke with a gasp, bolting up. He was in a cold sweat, disheveled and confused. His turquoise eyes roamed his surroundings- which appeared to be Ichigo's room. He sat up in the red head's bed, the damp cloth that laid across his forehead flopped into his lap.

That was right, he had collapsed after a battle with two hollows. The silverette had been running a fever beforehand, he must have overexerted himself. Toshiro put a hand to his head and groaned at his migraine. Where was Ichigo?

Dare he say- he almost chuckled at what he found. Ichigo was hunched over his desk, a textbook under his head in place of a pillow. He was also snoring loudly, not to mention drooling. Yes, this red head was truly disgusting.

The silverette laid back down. No, Ichigo wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.

And seeing his boyfriend like this was all the reassurance Toshiro would ever need. He'd never be alone, not ever again.


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