Can You Feel My Heart
A Bleach Fanfic
Summary: Ichigo moves to America due a promotion, leaving his lover, Shiro, behind. When he returns to Japan, he is informed Shiro had died a year after he left. But when Ichigo see's him, he isn't sure if it was all a prank or if he was dreaming.
Chapter 1
Someone told him a long time ago that wars were never won. They just ended when there was no one else to fight.
Ichigo felt like he couldn't fight anymore. His body was to weak to move from blood loss and lack of oxygen, the red liquid floating up as he sunk farther and farther into the lake. His war to survive ended here.
He almost wanted to laugh at the irony of it all. He had always loved to be in water. Now he he was going to die doing what he loved.
No one would know though.
The surface was barely visible now. It had been so beautiful… So blue…
Ichigo smiled as beautiful blue eyes appeared in his vision. He remembered those eyes. They had always been so happy whenever they looked to him. But they were worried now.
Ichigo's eyes slowly closed as the pressure in his chest and head became too much, feeling arms encircle him.
Shiro…
XTwo Week EarlierX
You should have known, the price of evil
And it hurts to know that you belong here, yeah
No one to call
everybody to fear
your tragic fate-
Ichigo removed his headphones, the song now useless sound. He blinked his eyes a few times, trying to wake himself up. He had just landed in Japan, sitting in a cab on his way to see his family. After a long three years his position was set. He was officially the Vice President of Hollow Soul publishing.
It had taken a lot of time and lots of work, but now since the title was set, he was able to go back to Japan for a few months. His current project was 's, a trusted client. He was writing a book called "Price of Evil."
It was a rather good book, and since he was living in Japan, he kind of gave Ichigo a free ticket home. His boss wanted him to keep a close eye on him. Izuru had a habit of not meeting any of his deadlines, which usually led to crazy hysterics and hospitals.
He wasn't the best client to get a manuscript from, but his books sold faster than ice cream on a hot summer day. His books mostly consisted of gay relationships, and though half of Japan wouldn't admit it, they were pretty crazy about it.
Ichigo was a proud gay man, but even he wouldn't do half the crap his character's did. He didn't mind being rimmed, but having a chocolate shoved up his ass then ate out didn't sound too nice. But, his books sold do as far as Ichigo was concerned, he could write whatever he wanted.
It took most of the day but Ichigo finally arrived at his home, giving the driver a big tip before getting his luggage. He had an apartment on the other side of town, but he wasn't too in the mood to drive all the way there.
His legs hurt and his back was sore. He wanted to sleep. But as Karin and Yuzu came running out, Ichigo knew that sleep was going to be the last thing they let him do.
"What was America like?" Yuzu asked as she picked up her slice of pizza, today apparently her lazy day. Ichigo shrugged, taking two large bites of his pizza before chewing contently, leaning back in his seat. He swallowed his food, licking his teeth thoughtfully.
"It was a lot bigger than Japan. There were so many different foods to try and things to do. I was working a lot so i couldn't go out much but I went to this festival called the asparagus festival," he told them, Yuzu's eyes sparkling.
"Thats where they make a whole lot of things, using asparagus. I'm not a big fan of it, but the fried asparagus looks so good! They even have asparagus ice cream!" Yuzu exclaimed, Ichigo nodding. He sucked a piece of pepperoni from his teeth, looking off into space.
"I only had fried asparagus, the ice cream looked like vomited shit," he replied, Yuzu frowning slightly in hurt.
Ichigo finished off the rest of his pizza, patting his belly with a content sigh.
"Ima go take a nap, it was a long day today," Ichigo yawned, Yuzu nodding with a small smile. Karin waved him off and his father hollered something, apparently coherent enough to do so. He had been so into his pizza he had gone onto his own little world.
Ichigo trudged up the stairs, opening the door to his old room. His eyebrow twitched. His bed was gone, a bunch of random crap he couldn't even name all over his floor and walls. His sweat dropped.
They weren't kidding when they said they would redecorate once he left.
"Oh yeah, you have to sleep on the couch downstairs," Karin told him as she walked up the stairs, yawning loudly. Ichigo sighed, closing the door.
The only thing he remembered being his was the teddy bear. He no longer needed Kon though and left him there. The girls went off to bed since they had school the following day. Ichigo sat down with his father, beer in hand. He had turned twenty one last month, leaving him feeling old but glad he was able to consume alcohol. It helped him relax, his life a tad too stressful sometimes.
Ichigo took a long swing from his beer, placing the can on his knee with a tired sigh.
"They both already passed the exams," Isshin informed, Ichigo resting his head on the couch head rest.
"It's been that long?" Ichigo whispered, throwing an arm over his eyes. Isshin nodded, both hands on his beer. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs.
"They turned sixteen in may. They are growing up a lot faster than I expected," Isshin mumbled, running a hand through his hair. Ichigo uncovered his eyes, looking up to the ceiling.
"I missed you Ichigo. We all have." Ichigo cleared his throat, sitting up. he arched his chest, loving the feeling of his back popping back into place.
"I had honestly thought Shiro would be waiting there for me," Ichigo yawned, not noticing his father's shoulders tense up.
"He was always the early bird," Ichigo chuckled, closing his eyes again.
"Ichigo, Shiro…" Ichigo opened his eyes, looking to his father with a raised brow.
"He what?" he asked, completely oblivious to the sudden tension that darkened the room.
"After you left he went missing. He was found a year later…"
Ichigo's small smile fell. A sudden chill ran down his back, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.
"He was found how, dad?" Ichigo asked slowly, his hand tightening around the can. He knew the words, but he didn't want them to be real.
"He was found dead. He had been beaten to death. They had a case and figured out he got into drugs. He was beat up by his dealer after not mak-"
Ichigo stood up, not wanting to hear another word. Isshin didn't continue what he was saying, his knuckles white as he clenched his beer.
"I'm sorry Ichigo," he whispered, Ichigo slicking back his hair with a sudden laugh. He wiped the tears from his eyes, placing his beer on the coffee table. His hands were shaking as he put his hands to his face, taking in a sharp breath as he tried to pull himself together.
Stupid fucking Shiro. He had seemed so unfazed by him leaving, hell he even encouraged him to go. Ichigo felt his chest throb as he walked to the back door, his father remaining seated, unable to face his son.
Ichigo walked into the backyard, falling to his knees on the patio, pressing his back against the wall. He brung his knees to his chest, placing his head in his hands.
He had left him here without even thinking of what he had really felt. If he had just told him not to go he wouldn't have! He just had to tell him and none of this would have happened! Ichigo grabbed two handfuls of his hair, pulling hard to release some of the pain he felt inside. He put a hand over his mouth, crying into his palm.
He didn't want anyone to hear him, punching the wall. He felt so stupid now. He had left him here without even thinking of what might have happened. He had never expected this, he thought Shiro would wait for him! He knew it had been long, he knew he could have moved on. But this?
"Why?" Ichigo hissed, kicking out like a child, holding back his scream.
"Why?" he growled, tasting his tears. He took in a sharp breath, crying softly.
He could have accepted the fact if he moved on.
But accepting the fact he was dead he never wanted to do. He had told him to wait for him, had told him he would return for him. Sure it took a lot longer than he had expected to, but he came back!
He came back and Shiro wasn't here!
He didn't know how long he sat there and cried, but in a tear dazed state he returned to his old room, falling onto the floor with a small sob.
He had came back, but now he was alone.
Author's note: This is a vampire fic, and will include future yaoi. Hope you guys like this new story!