Well this happens to be one of my favourite pairings. I know that they aren't strictly canon, ok aren't canon at all… But they are awesome!
C'mon Kubo Tite make this happen!
He should have seen it coming. He should have considered the possibility that it was possible, when he first met her. Though he was not one for sitting down and considering his feelings, he should have listened to Hyorinmaru.
But he had dismissed what his zanpaktou had said with a snort of disdain. That sort of thing would never happen to him and yet here he stood with that exact problem. Histugaya Toshiro was in love.
It had snuck up on him, he hadn't really been paying attention to the unfamiliar feeling in his chest and had attributed the rush of nerves to assimilating to someone with as high a spiritual pressure as his.
The only problem he was facing now, was why her? Of all the girls in the world why did he have to fall for her? It held no benefit for either of them and frankly speaking, he was sure it was against the laws of Sereitei.
He had only started watching her to observe her, to see how she coped with such a high reiatsu. But at some point it had become watching just to see her. Though he had never admitted this to himself, he could spend hours watching her. He was in his unknowing bliss until recently, he supposed he could have continued to watch her while unaware of his feelings and been perfectly content.
It was only until he saw her with him, did his feelings become apparent. It had taken every fibre of his strength to not rush in and intervene. He had been making her laugh and he had placed his hand on her shoulder. He watched in, what he only later identified as horror, as she blushed up at him. Toshiro never thought he would hate someone with such passion without actually having him do anything to him.
He slumped forward on his desk, willing away the memories of her being walked home by him. His hands clutching into fists as he sees them laughing together. He stands up abruptly; he'll have to finish his paperwork later. He walks to the training field, going through simple forms before releasing all his anger in complicated thrusts and parries. It's almost two hours later before he gives himself chance to breathe, chest rising and falling as the air burns into his lungs.
Sitting down on the floor Toshiro places Hyorinmaru. He feels the cold before he can see it. The icy air soothing against his burning skin. The blackness clears to reveal the ice blue dragon that is bonded to his very soul.
"Hyorinmaru." He still bows slightly.
"Toshiro." He replies, his voice echoing away into the icy landscape around them.
"I need your advice."
"It's about her, isn't it?" It's more of a statement than a question, but Toshiro nods anyway.
"What do I do?" He asks. If he had control, he would never have fallen in love.
Hyorinmaru pauses, considering his answer, his eyes searching Toshiro's.
"You have two choices. Either let go, or confront her. You will have my support either way."
Toshiro gapes at Hyorinmaru. He has damned him, he neither wants to let go, but making his feelings known risks damnation from her and from Soul Society.
The dragon looks down at him. "Love is never an easy decision."
It has been two agonising days. He is more of an automaton than ever. He does his duties, paperwork and trains, his mind is elsewhere. He is torn between wanting her and to the laws of Soul Society that he works so hard to uphold. He felt almost addicted to her. The roles had been reversed on them, now he was the one after her, instead of how she had followed him around when they were younger. He wondered when following her had become such a necessity in his mind. Even when he came for a visit he would follow her first, almost checking on her, that she was still same person that he knew.
He tells Matsumoto that he is going to the Living World for a few days; she pouts when he tells her to do his share of paperwork but wishes him good luck. He can't be sure that he saw the knowing glow in her eyes.
His gigai feels almost itchy. It's a peculiar feeling being trapped back in a body, especially when he doesn't always wear one every time he visits. He walks the familiar route to her house, sensing her reiatsu as he walks nearer. His stomach begins to swoop as he walks up to her front door. He can't decide whether to confess or act like this never happened. His hand hesitates by the door.
He knocks, hoping it's her who answers the door and not her twin. He is in luck, she answers the door, her eyes widening in shock as she recognises him. He can only stare; Kurosaki Karin has wiped his mind blank.
"Toshiro? Are you looking for Ichigo? He's at university for a few days, he has a few tests coming up."
"N-No, I'm not looking for Ichigo." Focus! He yells to himself. Stop behaving like an idiot.
She looks at him and it takes all his effort not to push her back into the wall and devour her.
"I came to see if you wanted to play some soccer." He mentally slaps himself, what is it about this feeling that makes him behave like a total idiot?
She looks at him oddly. "Sure Toshiro, let me just change out of my school uniform. Come on in."
He follows her into the house, noting that it hasn't changed and the giant picture of Masaki still has pride of place upon the wall. Karin walks upstairs and he notes that Yuzu looks the most like her. Karin inherited her father's dark hair and eyes. She does not have her mother's body either, rather taller and lean from all the soccer she plays. He blushes as he thinks of her.
"What are you blushing at?" She appears at the top of the stairs, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.
Toshiro's blush only deepens as he sees the girl he was thinking about in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he steadies himself.
"Those shorts are indecent, go change." He tosses his head to the side.
"What did you just say!?" She goes red in the face, hands in fists at her side. "Indecent huh? I'll show you indecent."
She knots her shirt around her middle, leaving her stomach bare and rolls her shorts over a few times, making them impossibly small. He can barely breathe; so much of her should not be on show, especially not around him.
"Fix what you just did. Now" He is silently thankful that she may mistake the red on his face for anger instead of his massive blush.
"Make me." It's a tempting challenge. To put his hands on her skin would be the sweetest torture and he may lose control.
"Fine, go out like that. Don't say I didn't warn you." He turns to face the door. "You coming?"
He can feel her glare on his back, but he still hears her stomp down the steps. He opens the front door and picks up the ball that has been there since he first came here. She has unrolled her shorts, but she has left her shirt tied and when he raises an eyebrow at her, she sticks out her tongue at him. She may be seventeen, but her younger self has never quite left her.
They walk to the field in silence he can feel her mellowing off beside him.
"I hope you know that you are going to lose." He states.
"You wish." She grins. "Race you there!" she sprints off.
He sprints staying hot on her heels until the last few meters. Putting on a burst of speed he passes her and wins.
"First Challenge is mine then?" He mockingly asks, giving her a smirk.
He barely has time to dodge the ball she has launched in his face. She lets out a laugh. "Ready when you are!" she taunts.
They have been playing for an hour now, neither of them really feeling their fatigue, but trying their hardest to beat the other. The scores are tied and by unspoken agreement, this is the last ten minutes of the game. Toshiro has the ball and he is running as fast as he can toward the goals.
He doesn't have time to react when Karin suddenly stops in front of him. They collide. When the world is no longer a blur of colour, he sees where he landed.
They are tangled together, legs entwined and bodies side by side.
Oh Kami, no. He shouldn't be this close; his heart is hammering so loud he can't actually hear anything else. He can see every detail of her face he is so close. He can see the freckles she has on her nose from being in the sun playing soccer. Her surprisingly dark eyelashes. Her lips, oh Kami he should not have looked there, they have flushed a red colour after all the exertion into their soccer game.
He can no longer contain his feelings. He straddles her, his gaze intensely focused on her lips.
"To-Toshiro?" She is looking at him quizzically.
He leans forward and melds his mouth with hers, his rational side consumed by the love and lust mix that has burned its way through him. The only sensation he can feel now is her. He tries to communicate this in his kiss as he tastes her.
It's a sensation he never wants to forget.
I can continue this, if anyone is interested. I already have a beginning of how Karin reacts…
Anywho, I hope you enjoyed.
Kit