A/N Okay so this is my first fanfic on here…IchiHitsu. Let me know if it sucks or if its good. It came to me randomly as a sweet nothing. Anyway I won't keep this not long. REVIEW PLEASE AND YOU GET A HUG! ;D
Rated: T for slight use of language and fluff of male on male a.k.a. yaoi
Frozen Love and Orange Snow
Chapter 1
Toshiro's P.O.V.
'Wow, great job Toshiro, look what you got yourself into this time!' My brain rattled on as I lay in the snow covered alley way, 'I mean really? You just couldn't take the ride huh? Just had to be brave and go out against the snow storms and look how we ended up! Bleeding out to death...what am I gonna do with you?' my head continued as I tried force all sense of pain that was coming from my gut. It was true I had decided to go against my better judgment and brave the snow taking as many short-cuts as possible so I could make it home faster. And soon enough I ran into a gang and ended up like this, just about dead.
"Ngh..." I groaned trying to move any of my limbs. I was in the fetal position clutching my wound pushing any pressure I could make and stop
he bleeding. It was wet and warm causing my hands to soon freeze after being in the below zero degree weather and snow and all.
I couldn't move so I just laid there.
Later...
I opened my eyes to see at least five to six people looking down on me and moving with blinding speed. I tried to take in my surroundings but I was stopped by a giant hanging light over my head making me squint. Soon I had retained my sight and adjusted to the light and was able to tell where I was. A hospital. Someone had come to save me and I guess I should be thankful, but for some reason there was a part of me that wishes I was still laying there in the snow...
"I need some anesthesia he's coming to!" I heard a male voice call out to a nurse standing to my left plugging in wires to my arm and setting up a blood bag. Soon she had dashed off to get what the doctor had asked for. "Dont worry kid we're gonna get you back on your feet in no time just lay down and relax" he coaxed looking me dead in the eye and grabbing my hand. I squeezed back and flitted my eyes shut taking adeep breath through the mask that was placed on my face and feeding me oxygen. Within an hour, I think, I woke back up laying on my back in my own room totally empty except for one person who was typing furiously on aphone. I slid my eyes to the side to see who it was and then I began to wish I never knew. It was the one person I thought I was gonna be done with for the rest of my high school career, it was Ichigo Kurosaki, one of the better kids of the better half of the school. I was in the group of better people but nowhere near as better as him. I use the term better because I don't wish to upset any of my friends who might be reading this. "'Sup?" I heard him speak drawing me away from my thoughts.
I only stared in awe as he asked his question. He was wearing a purple v-neck with tight black skinny jeans. He also had a black sweater behind him sitting on the chair. His hair was a vibrant bright orange that formed into long spikes. It flipped of to his left barely touching his eye. Soon enough he stood and walked over to my side and bent down at his knees to get a better look at me. "Man whoever did this really did a number huh?" he questioned trying to get me to speak while he examined my body up close moving the blanket that was wrapped up to my shoulders now down to my waist. I felt a sudden chill of air
hit me making me realize I was shirtless. I tried to pull my arms up but his were already holding mine down. "Sorry but Doc said you can't move much but your head due to the rip in your gut." he explained with a soft voice.
"...what are you doing here Ichigo?" I asked trying to put any anger I had left behind my words.
"I found you laying down in an alley and I saw red snow and I flipped out. Simple as that. In other words I'm your hero." he gave a small smile noticing that there was a small tone of resentment in my question.
"So then why are you still here? Shouldn't you be out having fun now that I'm here?" I tried to growl but not much of that happened.
"Who else was gonna fill out this damn paper work and watch you until your parents got here. I was pretty sure you were gonna wake up before they got here, but I mean I've seen you fight before so I knew you wouldn't let this stop you. But I'm surprised you actually got beat..." he trailed off now staring at my bare stomach that had been stitched up.
"They had a knife...not exactly my forte or fighting style." I grumbled out turning my head away from his hiding my blush.
He must've noticed because his hand was now on my abdomen running up and down the course of the new scar. He was wearing a small soft smile
and looked at me now straight in the eye turning my head by the chin, "You're so warm...for someone who likes the cold." He murmured out leaning down.
"Don't Ichi, please..." I tried to reject but soon my protests were stopped by his lips. Soft, gentle, and warm and I even began to melt into it, but I soon realized why I had ended up in this mess.
"Don't touch me!" I barked turning my whole body now turning away from his kiss stirring up some of the dulled pain that I had shoved away earlier.
He was stunned mouth open, gaping at my response to his touch, "...I- I'm sorry I know that was wrong of me..." he apologized now closing his mouth and retreating to his previous spot in the chair.
Now I should probably explain a little. Ichigo and I go to an all guys school so obviously there are those that are attracted to the same sex like Ichigo...and myself. We had gone out before and had recently broke up. He had been trying to fix it so we were at least friends but just wanted avoid all human- scratch that, ALL contact with him as possible. He was the one who offered me a ride home and that's how I ended up laying in this hospital bed with him in the room sitting in the chair to the side again typing furiously on his phone.
"Why the hell are you here Ichi I remember telling you that I don't wanna see you anymore..." I murmured to myself but loud enough so he could hear.
Now the clicking had stopped and I could feel his stare boring into my back, "I'm here because I want you to forgive me for whatever it was I did." he explained casually.
"You didn't do anything I just can't stand to be with someone who is so afraid of whatever everyone else thinks." I mumbled back to him. "I-" he wasn't able to finish because he knew this was true. Instead of going back to typing on his phone I heard him close it and walk over back to my bedside for a second time.
"I told you to go away didn't I?" I asked a bit irritated now.
"I'm not leaving you again..." he said and I felt more weight become added onto the bed. I turned my head to see him climbing onto the bed and in under the blankets next to me. "No dammit I don't want you near me!" I groaned out inching myself closer to the other side of the bed and next to the railing.
'Are you sure?' I heard my mind call out to me from a distance.
Soon enough he was right behind me his heat radiating off his chest and onto my icy body. It felt so right, yet I didn't want it. I couldn't tell where I was his heat was giving me a slight high, then again that could've been the drugs, and then his arms wrapped around my waist careful to avoid the scar. "Please don't turn me away." he spoke with such a soft velvety voice reaching out to me. His lips began to press lightly against my neck and up to my ear trying to get me to turn and bury my face into his chest just like I always would.
"Just let me go Ichigo..." I said lowly trying to convince myself this wasn't right, "Your love isn't a medicine that can fix this for me...i- its a poison...only to make me feel worse than I already am.." I spoke to him trying to get him to understand me and make my own thoughts make sense.
This got him to stop and be quiet and his breathing quickened and soon his heat had left me and he gathering his stuff. "Your parents will be here in fifteen." he spoke coldly finally receiving my message.
"I thought you were staying until they got here? My dad will want to thank you properly for saving my life." I pleaded wanting him to stay.
My mind was conflicted forcing itself to make a decision whether he stayed or left.
"I'm not going to stay here. You don't want me so I have no need...I'll be over to drop off your school stuff for you but that's it. You won't have to see me anymore than that." he continued ignoring my plea.
"Ichi please don't do this to me...Don't give me an ultimatum." I begged turning back around ignoring the pain that came with the movement.
"Then what the hell do you want me to do 'Shiro?" he ragged now in a low voice keeping his back to me.
"I-I don't know anymore...I don't want you to go but please just...just don't touch me..." I asked trying to get him to accept my bargain.
"...I don't know if I can hold myself then, Toshiro." he answered beginning to walk toward the door.
" Ichigo! " I begged some more falling out of the bed reaching for him.
"...? " he gasped looking at my body as it fell from white bed. His eyes were filled with horror as he looked at my body's rip falling and then to my face to see it full of tears of confusion. He ran to step out the door, "SOMEBODY GET ME A DOCTOR IN HERE!" I heard him cry out turning back to my body picking me up and placing me back on the bed and taking my hands, "Dammit Toshiro why can't you just tell me what you really want?" he exclaimed staring at my now bleeding stomach.
My breathing was shallow and quick as I tried to respond, "I want..." I trailed off as my vision was filled with blackness and my speech began to slur.
"What! Tell me please!" he cried now letting tears roll off his cheeks and onto my face.
"Son, we need you to get out of here so we can help your friend." I heard a doctor say coming into the room.
That, was the last thing I heard before I completely passed out.
Ichigo's P.O.V.
"No I won't leave him!" I cried out as I was being pulled out of the room by nurses and two security guards.
The last thing I saw of him was red dripping from his body and two doctors trying to sew him back together. I was walked back to the lobby by the two security guards and then I saw Toshiro's parents.
"Ichigo, how is he?" 'Shiro's mother cried out in a shrill voice with tears brimming to the corners of her eyes.
I looked down with a grim look panning out across my face before I answered her, "H-he's in a lot of pain right now... He was attacked by a gang and ended up with a knife in the stomach. I brought him here and the doctors sewed him up. But, then he..." my voice trailed off toward the end of the explanation with my own tears starting to form.
"Ichigo." I heard a stern voice say causing me to look up and see 'Shiro's dad staring at me with dark eyes yet a soft face surrounding them, "Is my son dead?"
His question threw me off and caused the breath in my throat to hitch and his wife become still and silent with dread while waiting for my answer. My hand began to ball up into a fist and shake, my nails digging into the skin soon to bleed. My gaze soon shifted from the ground to the t.v that was there in the room for family and friends to watch and there was a news channel on talking about the storm. This made me think, think back to when I had asked Toshiro to take a ride with me so we could figure this out.
"Hey 'Shiro you wanna ride?" I called to my ex-boyfriend who was walking towards the front entrance of the school and begin his long walk home.
"N-no that's alright I'll walk home, thanks though..." he said trying to sound happy and upbeat but he let his voice trail off before leaving making me worry and want to chase him down and pull him into a bear hug.
"Oh, well okay call me if you get stuck alright?" I said holding my hand up in the shape of a phone giving him the signal.
He simply nodded his head and left the school with a blank expression and left me, standing alone with a bunch of other people who didn't matter at the time.
"Ichigo; is my son-" he asked again bringing me out of my thoughts.
"No!" I shouted dropping to my knees finally accepting that he wasn't okay, that he may not make it out of this alive, that I may be left alone without him.
"Ichi, are you okay?" 'Shiro's older sister called out kneeling down and placing a hand on one of my shoulders trying to get me to talk to her.
"It's my fault!" I screamed again making everyone in the room stop doing what they were doing and look at me with a confused or shocked look.
"Wh-what are you talking about?" His mom spoke up now from being silent kneeling down as well.
She didn't get an answer. I was already moving to run back to his room not even caring if the doctors were still there fixing him up. I would be there. At his side all the way through it. Turning the corner I was met by a brick wall, well more a very, very, very hard chest. It was his dad. He had caught up with me while the rest sat in the lobby trying to figure out what happened.
"Ichigo, are you in love with my son?" his voice was firm and scary. Overflowing with curiosity and fear. A ton emotions all rolled up into one questions.
"..." I just looked away and tried to move around his widely built body.
"Ichigo answer me!" he said now pinning me up against the wall with one hand smothering my shoulder.
"I was there when he ripped open, I was there when he first woke up. I've been there from the very beginning, admiring from a distance and only recently starting to...love him. Yeah, I'm in love with your son, and I'm the reason he's in the situation he's in now." I would have continued speaking but his fist met my jaw sending me sliding along the floor.
"You better hope to God and Hell that he comes out of this alive, because if he doesn't yo-" he was silenced by my fist now in his gut and then the sight of me making a break for his room.
Toushiro's P.O.V.
"Hey Doc, it hurts..." I mumbled out reaching out for his hand only to grasp nothing but air.
"Sorry kid can't hold your hand now, you wanna live right?" he said finishing up the stitches, souchers, and a few bandages.
My hand just sat there in the air still met only by the cool air from the window. Unexpectedly I felt a sharp warmth wrap around it and a bit of wetness. "Wha-?" I asked looking over to see Ichi crying and holding my hand kissing it gently.
"Don't push me away or tell me you hate me. I already know this, but I just punched your dad in the stomach to come see you...please don't die on us 'Shiro. Don't die on me." he pleaded and murmured into the palm of my hand kissing it and placing on his tear covered cheek.
"Ichigo, I..." I was at a loss for words while I was looking at my ex- boyfriend who was falling to pieces with the thought of me dying.
"Okay your all sewn back together like a puppet on strings. You can move your arms but anything below that is NOT to be moved without help, understood young man?" he asked directing the question to both me and Ichigo.
I just nodded while Ichigo stood and shook the doctor's hand wiping away the tears.
"Ichi," I said sternly when the doctor left.
"Yeah?" he responded turning around to look out the door, looking for my dad I'm sure.
"When did you feel that strongly? I...I've never seen you cry before..." I whispered trying to call him to my side.
He looked over his shoulder and walked over to the bed and stared at the monitor that had all my information beeping along, "Since the first day I saw you Toshiro I've always had this feeling for you that I didn't understand and that I've never had it before..." he spoke slowly looking me in the eye and locking in our gazes.
I lifted my hand to touch his cheek and bring him down for a kiss when both his hands were brought up to my one and pulled me away, "What are you doing?" I asked confused at his movements.
"Doctor said you can't move."
"Yeah, move my body, but my arms are free."
"Really, because you haven't even noticed that you sitting on your knees?" he asked pointing at my lower half of my body.
I looked down and a slight dust of pink riddles across my nose, "Yeah, I guess so...wanna help me lay back down?" I asked holding out a hand motioning him to come and assist me.
"Sure." he agreed taming my hand and placing his free one on my lower back.
Soon enough I was laying down on my side my face met by the rising and falling of his chest and one of his hands wrapped around my waist and one on my scar memorizing the eternal mark. I looked up to see honey brown eyes looking straight down at me filled with love, protectiveness, and want. I craned my neck a little to reach his lips with a gentle kiss.
"I love you Ichigo...I never wanted to hurt you the way I did..." I said apologetically burying my face back into his chest letting his scent mask mine.
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't of put you in this mess." he apologized back nuzzling my hair now and still mapping out my abdomen causing it to shake violently at the touch while it rose and fell in time of my breathing. "Relax, I'm not gonna hut you and I won't let anything like that ever touch you again..." he murmured slowly coaxing me to drift lazily asleep.
"Yeah..." I accepted now closing my eyes falling into the blackness of my imagination and dreams.
Toshiro's Dad's P.O.V.
"Damn that kid's got some right ho-" I began to say walking into my son's room after recovering from Ichigo's punch.
I saw the two of them sleeping peacefully together Ichigo's arms snaked around my son's lithe body in the most protective way I've ever seen.
"Hmph, hurt him Ichigo, and I'll hurt you, big time." I said turning around walking back toward the lobby to my family to explain the situation.
Toshiro's P.O.V.
I woke up next to a large mass of skin that was in the shape of a shirtless chest. I quickly blushed afraid to look up and see who it was. Thinking back on it all my memories began to flood into me. The blush faded just as fast as it showed up and I craned my neck to kiss
chigo awake gently.
"Morning you…" I said after the gentle peck.
He wrinkled his nose before opening an eye and tightening the grip on me and leaning back down for a bit more deeper kiss. He worked his mouth against mine being a gentleman sweeping his tongue on my bottom lip asking to come and play. I pulled away making him furrow his brow in the cutest fashion.
"Its too early for that dear, I'm sorry..." I murmured back rubbing my nose with his before shrinking back down into his chest.
"S'okay. You hungry for anything?" he said pulling out his arm from under me and stretching.
"Starving...you mind?" I asked trying to sit up a little.
"Oh right." he said quickly grabbing my waist and back pulling me upward in the bed, "And I'll be right back with your breakfast quickly okay?" he continued getting out of bed and slipping on his zipped up hoodie.
"Yeah okay." I smiled faintly intertwining my hands with his real quick for one more kiss.
"Guess what?" he said against my lips with a wide grin.
"What?" I replied pulling back.
"Love can be a medicine, it seems to be working out quite well for you." he pointed out starting to walk out of the room. "Arrogant, cocky, orange haired, bastard get back here!" I hollered as he made his way to get my hospital approved breakfast.
Yay! Chapter one is done! Hopeful for reviews. Now for chapter two~ more fluff!
