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CHAPTER 1
„Orihime! Hey, Orihime, I'm here!" A small, raven-haired girl, dressed in purple jacket that matched perfectly the color of her eyes screamed from the bottom of her lungs, drawing attention of all people who were trying to enjoy their Winter time in the Central Park of Karakura. It was Sunday and Winter market was opened, offering people lots of decorations, toys, food, souvenirs that weren't accessible in normal stores. Everyone tried on fine-looking winter coats, tasted juicy fruits and roasted chicken wings or wondered if they should buy porcelain kitten or frog of luck. Near a stand with plushies was standing a girl with long, brown hair; big, gray eyes and pretty big... well, the girl was pretty curvy, making most of boys dream about having her as a girlfriend or a lover. „Orihime!" Her grey gaze stopped staring at the plush lion and landed on the source of calling.
„Oh! Rukia-chan!" Orihime waved back and ran towards her friend. When both girls met, Rukia jumped and hugged the other girl strongly, hiding her face in fluffy, orange scarf that Orihime was wearing. „I'm happy to see you, Rukia-chan! It's been so long!"
„Yeah, I'm glad that we could finally meet!" The petite girl let go of the taller and smiled brightly, directing themselves to the nearest stall with artistic bells. „How were your Christmas and New Year?"
„Ah, they were great! It's the first time I spent Winter holidays with Ishida-kun! Look, he made this scarf for me! It's so comfortable~!" Orihime gave one end of the orange scarf to Rukia, so that the girl could take a closer look. She noticed a small pattern – there were embroidered 6-petaled flowers. They were matching the brown girl's green hairpins, which were given by her deceased brother. The conversation carried on, as both girls didn't have an occasion to meet in almost 2-week period. Rukia told her about spending her Christmas with the Kuchiki family, the Nobility. Even though she belonged to it, she never wanted to live the life of a lady and decided to pay a visit only in bigger celebrations and holidays. Inoue Orihime pitied her friend, she knew the raven-haired girl's life was rough and strict, and so she was impressed by the neverending willpower and inner strength of her friend. The girls made a small tour among other stalls and stopped to buy some hot chocolate. Rukia took a big sip and sighed in pleasure as the warm liquid slowly filled her belly with a pleasant feeling. Orihime did the same, but suddenly, her companion made a serious look, which was only given when the girl wanted to share some important information.
„You'll never guess who came back to Karakura." Orihime blinked in confusion, concentrating on the following words and absent-mindly chewing on sweet potato. „I got a call on Christmas from Ichigo! He wanted to spend Winter holiday with his family." Rukia jumped in excitement, her eyes glimmering as her friend's jaw dropped in disbelief. „Yep! He told me not to tell anyone, because he wants to surprise everyone at upcoming Ishida's party on Friday."
„Oh, I understand!" Orihime winked, silently promising to keep her mouth sealed. „But that's great! I haven't seen Kurosaki-kun since he... He..." Inoue's voice dropped in sadness. Rukia's face also darkened, recalling one of reasons of friend's departure. Feeling the atmosphere breaking, the brown-haired shook her head and carried on with the same excitement as before. „Since he left for the Med Academy! It was almost 6 months ago! I wonder how much has he changed!"
„The one thing I know is that he came back from Tokyo with his new love", said Rukia with a smug face, knowing that her friend was greedy for spicy info. „We will meet them on Friday. I wonder what kind of a person is Ichigo's new guy?"
„We'll be sure to make a precise analysis at the party, Rukia-chan!" Both girls giggled at the thought, each one trying to imagine the love-interest of their friend. „But I'm a little bit worried." The joy was instantly interrupted and Rukia gave a questioning look. „Ishida-kun decided to invite everybody and recently he talked with HIM and HE agreed on coming.", said Inoue. Rukia made a silent 'Oh...' and took a big sip of her chocolate. „But! But! The past was in the past! I'm sure nothing is going to happen and we're going to have a great fun!"
„I also hope. The same as with Ichigo, we haven't seen HIM for quite a long time. I wonder why he hadn't noted me before?" Rukia hummed in deep thought, emptying her cup and throwing it away.
„Oh, he also wants to surprise everyone. This info is top secret, so only Ishida and I know about that!" Inoue smiled, finishing her doughnut with fish paste and onion rings. Rukia chuckled at the other girl's strange appetite and also winked in understatement. A few moments were spent in comfortable silence, both girls excited about meeting two of their friends, yet worrying about possible consequences of their encounter...
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Friday came in no time, so the youth of Karakura Town was preparing for the first in year 2011 party at Ishida Uryuu's place. Even though the nerdy master of sewing wasn't the most popular person, the party was mainly organized by town's two biggest sex-bombs – Matsumoto Rangiku and Inoue Orihime (though she is Uryuu's girlfriend), so almost everybody didn't want to miss the event. The party was also organized for those, who had to move away for college and came back for Winter holidays and Ishida's place was the biggest in whole town (despite earlier objections of the boy, but those were immediately ignored). The sun had already set and slowly the parking lot was covered with cars and motorcycles, welcoming more and more guests. The district was filled with beats of the music and highlighted with colorful shades from reflectors. A black Mercedes Benz wanted to enter the parking lot in front of the house, but had to stop in front of the gate, as there was no space left.
„Shit! I told you we came here too late!" Inside of the car there were two males. Behind the steering wheel was sitting an orange-haired boy with brown orbs that were giving a fierce and annoyed look at the unavailable area. His handsome face frowned angrily at the companion – a boy with brown hair and brown eyes, hidden behind glasses. His expression was calm and the other boy's anger made him chuckle. „Don't you dare to laugh, Aizen! It's your fault! Now I have to find another place, which is probably fucking kilometers away, knowing my luck!" The orange boy set gear into reverse and tried hurriedly to leave the gate before some other cars could block his path. Fortunately, he parked his car 10 meters away from the gate.
„See, Ichigo? You certainly didn't have to get annoyed so badly." Aizen Souske smiled reassuringly, wanting to caress the other's arm, but his gesture was instantly refused with a growl.
„You think I can be tamed like a puppy that was given a big, fat dog cookie?" Ichigo faced the other boy, anger still visible in his eyes. The brow-haired made a silly expression of thinking and smirked.
„I'd never give you dog cookie. I'd be something more like..." He cut of his sentence and slammed his lips with Ichigo's in a greedy, passionate kiss. The orange was shocked for a moment and wanted to push the other away, but his attempts were futile, as Aizen was making wonders with his experienced tongue that was melting his brain and making him hot. After a while he returned the kiss, both boys grabbing their hair and trying to make the most of this quick, heated moment. Immediately, Aizen backed off, leaving his companion with swollen lips, beautifully red cheeks and disheveled hair. Satisfied with the sight he smirked and ended the earlier sentence with „...this". Kurosaki Ichigo scowled at the statement, but felt too weak to fight back after mind-blowing kiss. „Shall we go?" Souske gave a charming smile and went out of Mercedes. So did Ichigo. The orange was wearing tight, black t-shirt; bright-red cardigan and grey jeans, while Aizen picked black turtleneck and white trousers. Most of people that were passing by noticed two handsome boys (some of the girls fell in love at that very moment), but there was a person that recognized the vibrant shade of orange and the eternal scowl.
„Kuuurooosaki-kuuun!" Ichigo stood still, hearing his name from the distance and turned around, only to be attacked by a bone-crushing hug from his big-breasted, high-school friend, Inoue Orihime. As soon as he was aware of the situation, the scowl on his face softened and a big smile appeared when he hugged the girl back. „I can't believe that I see you here! It's such a surprise! I'd never expect Kurosaki-kun to appear here! I'm so happy that I see you! It's been a long time!"
„Whoa, whoa, slow down, Inoue! You're going to kill me!" Ichigo said through his laughter and the girl let go of the boy. „Well, I'm surely happy to see your face. But you're not a good liar, Inoue." The brown-haired girl blinked in confusion, not understanding the random statement Ichigo had just made. „You knew I was coming, didn't you?"
„What? Of course I did not, Kurosaki-kun! Your appearance here is something new for me and Rukia-chan would never give away-mphm!" Orihime started to explain herself, when she suddenly covered her mouth. Ichigo smirked at his friend not purposed betrayal. He made a mental note to kill his friend, Kuchiki Rukia. „Erm... But she hasn't said about you to anyone else! I promise!" Ichigo shook his head in defeat, hoping that Orihime's words are true. His arrival at the party was very important for him. It's been 6 months since he last saw all of his friends and, even though he denied this fact many times, he missed that bunch of freaks, weirdoes and friends. Moving to Tokyo was a painful decision, he left so many memories from Karakura. Inoue looked at Ichigo with a warm gaze as if she was looking at her brother with a loving-care. Ichigo blinked, noticing teardrops gathering under the girl's eyes. „I really missed you, Kurosaki-kun." The orange returned warm smile and embraced his friend, again. Yeah, he really missed everyone. „Oh!" Orihime's mood suddenly changed into curious, as she took a step back and looked behind the orange boy. „It's nice to meet you! I'm Inoue Orihime!" She eagerly took out her hand and approached the brown-haired, glassed boy. Aizen smiled back, taking the girls hand.
„The pleasure is all mine, Inoue-san." Instead of shaking hands, the boy bowed politely and kissed girl's palm. Orihime squeaked and blushed a little.
„Inoue, this is Souske Aizen." Ichigo said, frowning as the other boy didn't care to tell his name to the girl.
„Oh! Are you two together?" She withdrew her hand and smiled at both boys. Ichigo blushed furiously, his eyes trying to look at something else than his friend and nodded insecurely. „That's so wonderful! I wish you two everything the best!"
„Thank you very much, Inoue-san." Aizen smiled at the girl, quickly grabbing Ichigo's hand and bringing him closer. The orange growled in annoyance; he wasn't used to showing affection near his old friends. „We all should be going to the party. Ladies first." The brown-haired male wanted to let Orihime through the gate first.
„Thanks, but I'm still waiting for one of friends. But that's right, you should be going, Ichigo! I bet everyone is going to roar in joy at your arrival!" Orihime waved at both boys, pushing them through the gate. Ichigo gave her the last look, hoping he would find her among other people. The girl huffed in satisfaction, waiting for Rukia to come, when another friend was spotted. „Oh! Abarai-kun! Abarai-kun!"
„Yo, Inoue-san!" A male with long, red hair, done in pineappled ponytail and hippie-style clothing greeted the cheerful girl. It was Abarai Renji, Ichigo's best friend. „How are ya?"
„Great, it couldn't be even better!" The girl clapped her hands, expressing her joy. „So many people came! It's going to be the best party ever! And also, Kurosaki-kun has just arrived!" Renji's black eyes got bigger in surprise after hearing unexpected news.
„You're kidding? Ichigo, here?" The girl nodded in confirmation, but the redhead's face wasn't as cheerful as Orihime assumed. Renji made a sound of trouble and ruffled his ponytail a little.
„What is it, Abarai-kun? Aren't you happy?"
„No, it's not that! It's just... I've just seen Grimmjaw and... You know... Entering Ishida's house."
„Oops..." The fact dawned on Orihime. She immediately shared the same troubled expression as her redhaired friend. As their brainstorm proceeded, Ichigo and Aizen entered Ishida's mansion. The orange boy was surprised that there were so many people he hadn't even seen, wondering what made Ishida to do an open-party. Or maybe who... The crowd was moving to the beat, all bodies jumping and dancing variously. There was an energy and Ichigo was overwhelmed, feeling an urge to join the group of strangers and dance. He looked at Aizen, who seemed to feel a little bit uneasy. Ichigo sighed, he knew his boyfriend might get a little nervous in his environment, so he grabbed Aizen's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. They were passing through the living room when suddenly he noticed familiar long, blond locks, curvy figure and scandalous style of clothing that was more showing, rather than hiding. It was Matsumoto Rangiku, the sexiest girl in the town. He could only see her back, she was occupied with talking to someone, but he couldn't figure out who it was. Right beside two other appeared – baldy with wooden sword, Madarame Ikkaku and white-haired shorty with ice-blue eyes, Hitsugaya Toshirou. Both of them covered the sight of the person Rangiku was talking to, so Ichigo didn't even bother to see the stranger. Instead, Toshirou for a moment scanned the room and the crowd and his gaze finally landed on Ichigo. His eyes got bigger from surprise and... fear. Ichigo waved in welcome, though the strange look the short guy gave him made him puzzled. As he was approaching, Hitsugaya whispered something into Matsumoto's ear, making her head turn at the orange boy. Her look also expressed worry. 'What the hell is happening?' Ichigo made a confused face, but then Rangiku launched at his direction and Ichigo got attacked the second time in the evening.
„Ichigo~! My God, Ichigo~!" The blondie squeezed her friend painfully, making her victim suffocate between her huge breasts. He could tell the girl was honestly surprised by his arrival, but something was out of ordinary. From the corner of his eye he could see that Hitsugaya and Ikkaku didn't want to come and that Rangiku was slowly directing him away. „Why haven't you told me that you're coming, baby~!"
„Rangiku-san... Let go... Gyah!" Finally, he released himself from pain. „I wanted to see everybody, but why are we-GAH!" Before he could end his question, the blond girl wrapped her arm around his neck and forced him to go with her, further away from others.
„Oh, come on! At least you could give us a call! Have you seen others?" Rangiku asked, but Ichigo's reply was choking and desperate attempts to loosen girl's grip. „No? Then let's meet them! Wait to see their faces!" The blondie and the orange-haired disappeared in the crowd, leaving dumbfounded Aizen all alone. The boy huffed, trying not to get annoyed by being ignored and decided to wait for Ichigo until he said 'Hi!' to everyone. As he was heading towards any free spot, two boys, who Ichigo recognized earlier, passed him by and were probably going to see his boyfriend. This made him think for a while, because the blondie's behavior was surely suspicious.
„...They're actin' fuckin' strange. What's their dea-UF!" Somebody bumped into him, interrupting his thinking. „Hey, watch wher'ya goin', man!" Aizen stumbled a little and wanted to answer back to the rude comment, but then he stood, stunned by the sight in front of him. It was a boy with pure white skin and long hair, done in a loose ponytail. He wore black jacket and tight, white t-shirt with a strange graphic showing a dragon that was eating it's own body, and tight, black, rugged jeans with hobnails around the waist. The face was fierce, almost belonging to a madman, and there were lots of earrings in his ears. Pierced once were also his lower lip and left eyebrow. But what captured him the most were his eyes – two golden, shining orbs surrounded by pitch black sclera. It took him some time to register the albino in front of him, but then he found an explanation of everyone's strange behavior. „What'ar ya lookin' at? Do I know you or I hav' shit smeared on ma face'?" Aizen's brown gaze changed from surprised to cold.
„No, I'm sure we don't know each other, but I'm certain that we will, pretty soon." Souske bowed his head in fake politeness, a emotionless smile welcoming his face. The albino blinked without amusement and grinned in maniacal way. „Now, if you excuse me, I think my partner is searching for me." The brown-headed bowed again, this time leaving the smiling albino, who inwardly was rather intrigued by the newly-met stranger.
„Ain't'chya a creepy bastard..." the white said to himself, when a pair of big, muscular arms embraced him from behind, bringing him close to a blue-haired male with a big, threatening grin, showing two sharp canines. The male was dressed in black, torn slipover with blue panther printed on its back and navy-blue jeans. „Oh, Grimmy-kitty. You wan'ta be scratch'd behind ya'r ear or came for som'milk?" The blue-haired growled, thightening the hug and biting the other's neck.
„Fuck, Shiro, you're a damn pervert." Grimmjaw Jagerjaques whispered into the other's ear, slowly directing the albino into the dark corner and trying to move his hands under the level of waist. „You're not helping me to hold back." Tensa Shiro chuckled darkly, feeling the other's sentence full of desire for more than just a romantic embracing. However, he stopped Grimmjaw before his hands found their way inside his jeans. The movement caused a sound of disapproval.
„I'll tak'care of ma' wild beast AFTER seein' al' guys. Patience." Shiro kissed the bluenette on his neck and parted. The other grumbled, but decided not to argue with his lover. After all, the albino was pretty well-known for his bad mood... and all its consequences. „I'm wonerin' why Big Boobs, Head-bulb and Snow White suddenly left. As if the're hidin' somethin'."
„Che. You can always go after them and find out. Whatever it is..." Grimmjaw crossed his arms, earlier excitement slowly fading away and replaced by anger. „What I disliked was that fucking brown-nerd. His eyes made me want to puke." Shiro laughed at the statement and nodded. There surely was something behind that strange face... „I fucking don't want you to hang around that guy, understand?"
„Ar'ya jealous, Kitty cat?" The albino chuckled, enjoying the annoyed look on his boyfriend's face. „Not tha' I want to, but I hav'a feelin' tha' I will see tha' guy pretty soon... Anyway, let's go, Grimmy." Tensa Shiro started walking towards the direction his friend headed earlier. His face expressed excitement of a psycho, making some people scared and even stepped aside. The feeling of discovering something he was not supposed to see was thrilling and adrenaline rushed through his veins. No matter how forbidden and how would he react, Shiro loved revealing secrets, even those painful. After some time he found the group of his friends, gathered in one spot and pretty much worked up. His already wide eyes got even bigger and the smile was even more wicked. The cause of fuss wasn't seen, but it only made him more determined to find it out. He approached the group and, suddenly, Kuchiki Rukia was leaving the group. Her face was all in laughter and joy. With her eyes closed, she accidentally bumped into Shiro. „Why hello ther', Ruki-chan!" The raven-haired girl looked up, making the albino even more curious. He hadn't seen Rukia since the beginning of party and she looked at him with a mixture of surprise, shock, joy and... fear. 'Ya'r also troubl'd by me, eh~?' The girl looked behind in panic and, all of a sudden, jumped and embraced his neck tightly. „Long time, no see!"
„Yeah, definitely too long, Shiro!" Rukia released the albino, trying her best not to let her friend go inside the circle. „I'm surprised to see you! How have you been? Maybe we should go somewhere and tal-!" As she tried to grab Shiro's hand, the albino closed her mouth by putting his direct finger on it.
„Nu-nu-nu, Ruki-chan, tha's not gonna stop me."
„S-Stop you? From what?" She laughed nervously. Some of friends heard the strange conversation and turned around, only to notice the albino. There were still some that ignored his presence and were concentrated on his goal. He grinned maniacally and waved. For some reason, no one dared to move or to call him. 'Curiouser and curiouser...'.
„From fidin' out why're ya al' actin' so fuckin'ly suspicously AND wha'chya hidin'." He walked past Rukia and other people, coming closer to eager Orihime and Ishida, who were obviously enjoying someone's presence and were completely unaware of him. He tried to take a look behind the couple's arms, but someone from the group called his name loudly, making Orihime look back and notice the albino. It was the moment that the last wall was broken and he could clearly see the reason of everyone's happy time. However, the reason caught him off guard and the albino found himself completely speechless.
„S-Shiro?" The reason, which everyone tried prevent from being discovered by him, was the orange-haired, brown-eyed, eternally scowling Kurosaki Ichigo. The other boy was also staring at the albino in pure shock. He should have expected that Shiro would also show up. After all, they shared all of their friends, they shared the same town, they shared many memories... The white boy stopped his mindless look, psycho features welcoming his face as he laughed his hysterical laughter. The atmosphere became dense and Ichigo stopped gawking. Instead, he scowled deeply, feeling an unpleasant sensation running like a wave through his whole body.
„My, my, my~! If it's not Berry-chan!" Shiro tried to hold back his laughter and bowed in front of the orange-haired. „I can't believ' I liv'd long enough ta'see yer majesty!" Ichigo winced at rather rash tone of the white.
„It's been a while, Shiro..." The orange boy's tone was irritated. He crossed his arms, and huffed, wishing silently for the other to go away. „Bravo for you, I'm completely surprised. I should have known you'd also be here." Shiro eyed him, stoping his laughter, but still smirking.
„You haven't changed at all. I can clearly say that you'd just want me to disappear at this instant." Everyone gasped in fear, even Ichigo shook a little. Shiro's strange way of talking was rather natural for everyone, but when he talked properly, it was a sign that he was pretty much serious. From experience, Shiro reserved this way of talking only for Ichigo. Shiro huffed at dead silence and looked around. No sooner, he noticed the familiar glasses, followed by cold like steel, brown eyes and calm smile. „Heh, so tha's wha'chya meant when sayin' we'll see again.". Aizen chuckled, nodding his head. „Ain't'chya a sneaky an' fuckin' annoyin' type?" Shiro stated with an evil smile, making Ichigo look daggers at him.
„Shiro, what the fuck is going on?" Grimmjaw found his way through the crowd and joined Shiro in strange reunion. He instantly noticed the creepy glass-eyed male and snarled, but then his attention was drawn on Ichigo. For some reason Shiro was looking at that guy with strange emotion. He also heard his lover talking normally... which was completely odd. „Who are you?" The bluenette questioned the orange boy.
„Calm down, Grimmy, there's nothin' ta be afra'd of." Shiro came closer to his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around the neck, placing small kisses. The golden gaze never left Ichigo and observed the shocked expression on handsome, yet annoyed, features. After calming the blue a little, the albino gave a thoughtful look and spoke „Grim, I'd lik'ta introduce t'ya Kurosaki Ichigo, ma ex-boy".
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Past
„Ichigo..." Shiro whispered against the tanned ear, as he caressed the sweated body, slowly recovering from rapid wave of ecstasy and unbearable pleasure. He lifted himself a little and enjoyed the view of glimmering, sweaty skin; relaxed from passion muscles, deliciously and beautifully red face, which was half-covered by bright orange bangs. Breathing was deep and audible, parted mouth wanted to suck in as much sweet air as it could. The albino smiled warmly and decided to close the access to oxygen with his own mouth, sealing those sweet lips in a lazy, yet sensual kiss. The tanned boy wrapped his arms around marble-white shoulders and brought the other body closer. The connection lasted only few moments, Shiro didn't want to exhaust Ichigo, even though he still felt burning desire just by watching his lover lying innocently on violet, satin bedsheets. „Ya sur'ly seem ta be tir'd."
„It's you, who is making me like that." Shiro winced playfully and brought Ichigo's body closer to his. His white hand reached for the orange locks, softly uncovering hidden chocolate gaze.
„Tha' hurts, King." Ichigo placed his head on the white chest, listening to the other's heartbeat. „But ya hav'ta admit it. Ya lov' when I screw ya lik'tha'."
„That's because you're a pervert, sexoholic, fetishist and other words similar to term 'man for sex'." Ichigo grumbled, looking at the window. His lover's laughter rang in his ears, making him anxious about his further actions. Both lovers were lying silently in room, yet no one dared to fall asleep. This night was very special. Ichigo was supposed to leave Karakura and start his live in Tokyo tomorrow. He passed entrance exams and got into Tokyo Medical Academy. Shiro, on the other hand, was welcomed in the Hokkaido University of Education, where he was supposed to study Fine Arts. The distance between Tokyo and Hakodate was pretty big and it scared Ichigo.
„King? Ar'ye sleepin'?" The albino asked, feeling something strange on his chest. It was wet, right near his love's eyes. „Ichigo, what's wrong?" Shiro changed his tone and lifted the orange head. It seemed that the other tried to fight back tears, but still single drops were falling. He sighed, knowing the reason why his lover was feeling down and gently kissed both cheeks, trying to get rid of salty water. „You're still worrying about us? I told you, we'll be fine. It's not like there are galaxies between us."
„But..." Ichigo spoke, worry heard in his voice. „We won't be able to see each other. I don't know what kind of environment you'll fall into, what kind of people you'll meet..."
„Nah, I'm a big boy."
„You're going to party there, aren't you?" Ichigo turned his head, facing the albino fully. „And there are going to be some pretty boys."
„Hey, not everybody, who's studying there, is gay, ya know?" Shiro quirked his brow, amused by strange act of jealousy. „However, I don't promise I won't be partying hard. I need to take care of my social life, too."
„If you can't promise me that, then how am I supposed to know you won't look after some pretty asses, just to release you sex-meter?" Shiro frowned, which was quite unusual of him. There was something strange in arguments that Ichigo was making. „Last time we were at Rangiku's party you were doing nothing, but looking and drooling over other guys. Hell, you even were praising them in front of me!"
„Just because I adore with my eyes the shape of other bodies, it doesn't mean I'll be fucking their brains out after a second!" Ichigo crossed his arms, looking angrily at Shiro with disbelief at his words. Such a stance made the white even more agitated. „Do you really think that I'm nothing else but a fucking sex-animal that wants to rape everything and everyone around at any cost? Fuck, Ichigo, it's amusing! I thought you were better than that." A dark, sarcastic chuckle escaped through white lips.
„Sorry, but lately you've been acting like one. You make such a fool of yourself in everyone's eyes! And the worst thing is that they're also looking at me with those pathetic faces."
„Well, I'm soo sorry, your majesty! Just because I'm having some fun it doesn't mean you have to fucking control me as if I was a slave!"
„Have you even tried to give a small thought about my feelings?" Ichigo shouted, as he couldn't take more of the nonsense Shiro was giving. „Right now I'm feeling as if I was nothing more, but a bag for your fuck! Nothing else, but fuck here, fuck there, fuck everywhere! Am I only meant to sex you up? Is that what I fucking am to you?" The sarcastic smile on the albino's face disappeared, showing a big surprise and slowly considering all the words. „When I'm treated like that, I have the right to be fucking afraid! You've never given me the reason to calm myself down and think that distant relationship with you wouldn't be bad! I don't even know what I am supposed to do anymore!" Ichigo fell on bed and covered his head with sheets. There was an awkward silence in the room. 'I never knew that Ichigo was concerned that much about us...' the white thought to himself. He looked at the figure of his lover, gently putting his hand on covered shoulder. „Leave me alone." He withdrew and looked at Ichigo a little longer. Their 2-year relationship was going through a fucking big crisis. Their friends weren't optimistic about the future, as one thing was abnormal after such a long period – the phrase 'I love you' had never been said, not even once. For some reason both boys could feel deep inside their hearts that they did feel that way, so saying those three words was completely unnecessary. Shiro sighed, grabbing his snow-white locks in aggravation. Even though he seemed not to be concerned about their departure, the albino was as much scared, but he decided to bottle the feeling in, so Ichigo wouldn't be too concerned. 'I probably made a huge mistake. Now he thinks I don't give a shit about it...'. He waited till Ichigo's breathing became stable, so that he could wrap his arm around the other's waist and embrace him to sleep. It was their last night and he wanted to remember the touch, the scent, the picture of his love, for it was unknown when he'd be able to see his King again...
And so the next day came. Ichigo woke Shiro up. He had to prepare for the flight to Tokyo. The morning and noon seemed to go peacefully – no one wanted to recall the last argument. Instead, Shiro was a lot more affectionate. This was his last chance to show Ichigo how much he cared. His actions weren't left unnoticed; the orange-haired was surprised and accepted all kind gestures. But he was battling with himself. The mind and the heart were having one of the greatest duels in the history of emotions. Ichigo wasn't sure what kind of results he was going to receive, but he wished for them to hurry up, as he, Shiro, Rukia, Renji, Orihime, Ishida and Chad were being closer to the airport. No, there were actually in front of the clearance. The flood of nervousness came over as he faced all of his friends. In purpose, Ichigo was slowly saying 'Bye' to his group, leaving Shiro for the end. Unfortunately, his turn came ironically quickly. Both boys were standing in front of each other and couldn't say a word. Shiro scratched his short, white spikes, looking at his lover in deep concern. There was a moment of hesitation in Ichigo's inner decision, but he pushed it away. It was now or never.
„Take care of yourself, Ichigo. We'll see each other as soon as I earn some money." Shiro smiled. It wasn't maniacal, it wasn't sarcastic. It was warm, full of care and reassurance. Chocolate orbs started to get red, as tears were building up under his eyes. The albino thought about that as a sign 'I'm going to miss you...' and embraced the other. They stood like that for a second, until Shiro swallowed hard lump in his throat and mumbled. „I love you." Ichigo's eyes widened in shock. 'No, no, no, no, no! Don't do this... Don't! Why can't you be a jerk! Why? Oh God, please, no!'. Suddenly, Ichigo pushed the other violently, making Shiro fall on the floor on his back. The rest of the group stood still, petrified.
„I-It's over..." Those words were slicing his throat as they came out. He didn't dare to look at the albino, but he was sure he said this sentence loud enough.
„W-What?" Shiro's eyes widened. He couldn't understand Ichigo's sudden action.
„I said IT'S FUCKING OVER!" Ichigo looked at the white with eyes full of anger and sadness. „There's no way on Earth for me to live like that. I can't live there without you. So it's a lot more comfortable to end it here and start again in Tokyo." Ichigo knew that way was full of cowardice, foolishness. But he couldn't believe Shiro. He didn't want to be hurt. So he changed his way of thinking: he needed to hurt Shiro first. The albino stood up, his black eyes not moving. „Farewell, Shiro." Ichigo picked up his luggage and entered the gate, disappearing behind the airport security, leaving dumbfounded group of friends and broken-hearted Shiro. Nobody wanted to make a move or approach the white-haired. They stood in one place, until Renji bravely put his hand on Shiro's arm, shaking him gently.
„I... I don't know what to say..." The redhead started, but got immediately scolded by Rukia for his choice of words. „It surely was a fatal blow. I'm honestly sorry, Shiro..." The albino blinked a few times. Suddenly, his golden eyes flashed with hate, his gaze became so sharp that was almost slicing the space in front of him into million pieces. All friends came closer, concerned about the condition of the white.
„You son of a bitch..." Shiro whispered, hands turning into fists and shaking violently. Whisper changed into series of loid curses, „YOU SON OF BITCH! YOU MOTHERFUCKER! FUCK! FUUUCK! FUCKING COWARD! AAAAAAAAAAGHHH!"
AG-RO-TAG's NOTE!
Dear fanfiction...
I haven't been here since forever... Actually, around one year ago was the last time I've updated anything... Jesus Christ, that was one of a hell massive writer's block! And for some reason I just... woke up and wanted to write! Really! And this time I decided to come back to the biggest fandom of my lifetime – HichixIchi!
AG-RO-TAG'S REVIVAL, LET'S ROCK!
Hehehe... Now, some words about the story.
Did you like it? :D It's set a little bit after New Year's Eve.
I should warn you, I'm not from English-speaking country, so my writing may not be perfect... At least I'm trying my best!
This is going to be another story about romance, but from different perspective! Shiro and Ichigo WERE together, but not anymore... or will they? :3 The story was marked current AizenxIchigo, GrimmjawxShiro, past/future ShiroxIchigo. I just HAD to pair them with different guys and I'm a fan of Grimmjaw, but not that much of Aizen, he just pisses me off... So excuse me, but I may be rough on him and make his character either pitful or cruel to the point of exaggeration!
I hope I'll keep up. Update soon~!
