Title: What Happens In The Locker Room...
Rating: T-M
Pairing: Ichigo/Hitsugaya IchiHitsu
Summary: Ichigo and Hitsugaya go to the same school, attend the same classes, and get pretty much the same marks, but they don't speak to each other, don't really even know the other exists. But then one day Ichigo helps Hitsugaya fend off some bullies that would like to do him bodily harm. Hitsugaya thanks him, and they go their separate ways, but a couple of days later, Hitsugaya, and Ichigo are left alone in the guy's locker room... things get a little steamy, and that isn't because of the hot water. Hitsugaya starts the entire thing, but Ichigo finishes it.
A/N: Written for cute little snow dragon, cause she asked. I was listening to Evanescence, and Linkin Park when I was writing this, so if it's a bit depressing, it's not my fault, it has a happy ending. there are a few oc's but they are very unimportant.
Chapter 1
Lend a Helping Hand
Ichigo was just coming out of a meeting with his English teacher, when he noticed three students surrounding a smaller boy. They'd cornered him against the wall, and the biggest guy was talking to the poor boy in menacing tones, making him flinch, and cower against the wall. Ichigo looked at the boy closely, his hair was a strange shade of silvery-white, and his eyes were a dark teal colour, strange again. 'Maybe he wears contacts.' Ichigo though to himself.
He watched for a few more seconds, before he turned to walk away. He'd almost gotten to the corner, when the boy's frightened face flashed through his mind. Quickly making up his mind, Ichigo strode back to the four boys. He saw the biggest one raise his hand, and something snapped in the back of Ichigo's mind. As the hand descended toward the young boy, Ichigo's flashed out, and knocked it off course. He didn't know where this speed and knowledge was coming from, but he liked the power. The other boy swung at him, and Ichigo easily dodged the blow, striking back with one if his own. He hit the boy squarely in the chest, knocking out his breath.
Ichigo heard footsteps behind him, and the other two boy's were running away from them. Ichigo turned as he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Is there a problem here?"
'Shit! The principal.' Ichigo thought. All of the adrenaline in his body suddenly fled, and he was left feeling weak, and helpless.
"That guy tried to beat me up." the big guy said, standing.
The principal looked down at Ichigo, one of his star pupils. Then he looked at the other boy, one of the trouble-makers. "Was there a reason for this?" the principal asked.
"Yes." came a small voice from somewhere to the left. "He was helping me. The other guys had me pinned against the wall, and were trying to hurt me, and Ichigo acted in my defence."
"Ah, Hitsugaya. They didn't hurt you did they?" the principal asked, looking genuinely conserned.
"No Mr. Burgh, they didn't get a chance to. Thanks to Ichigo." Hitsugaya said. Ichigo looked at the small boy, confused as to how he knew his name. He was sure that he'd seen the boy before, but he wasn't sure where...
"Well, then, Ryuu, come with me to the office." the principal said, walking away with the boy on his heels.
Ichigo turned to Hitsugaya who was looking at him strangely. 'Maybe everything about this boy is strange.' Ichigo thought to himself. He saw Hitsugaya smile slightly, and noticed how it made his eyes light up. "Thanks for that. How do I repay you?" Hitsugaya asked.
Ichigo grinned, "Let's just say you owe me one."
The silver-haired boy nodded, and walked away, waving as he went.
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The next morning, in his first class, Ichigo wasn't really paying attention to his teacher, the only times he was snapped out of his thoughts were when his teacher called his name for attendence, and when she called a name he reconized, and a quiet voice answered from behind him.
Ichigo turned, and directly behind him, there was a boy with silver hair, and teal eyes. Those eyes lit up, as the boy grinned pleasantly. "Hi."
"Hi." Ichigo said, smiling in return.
"Ichigo, please pay attention." the teacher called, and everyone turned to look at the red-head who was flushing madly. Hitsugaya heard a giggle, but when he turned and fixed his gaze on the offending person, the laugh cut short, and the person turned away, a flash of fear clouded his eyes. Everyone knew that Hitsugaya was the smartest person in the school. He was supposed to be in grade seven, and here he was in a grade ten class, and in the eyes of most, that made him dangerous.
The teacher assigned a poster project to the class, and told them that they had to have partners, and for Ichigo this was a problem, he always worked alone, so he sat at his desk, and waited for someone to pick him, so he didn't have to choose. He waited at the desk, and within a few seconds, a person had sat next to him, claiming him as their partner. He turned his head, to look at the person, and his gaze was met by a pair of teal eyes. "Hi." said a cheerful voice.
"Hi."
"My name is Hitsugaya, your name is Ichigo. Correct?"
"Yeah."
"You are fifteen, right?"
"Yeah, how old're you?"
"I'm thirteen."
"Aren't you a bit young for this class?" Ichigo questioned.
"I skipped some grades." was the answer.
"So I figured."
"What're we doing?" Hitsugaya asked.
"I was hoping you could answer that." the red-head said, grinning.
"Well, let's just do the easiest one then so we don't have to do much work."
Ichigo smiled, at the comment, and he caught himself thinking about just how much fun he could have on this project. He pushed the thought away quickly, and tried not to think of the small boy that way. An hour later, the bell rang.
For Ichigo the rest of the day crawled, Each class lasted for an eternity, and when the last class of the day finally rolled around, Ichigo was ready to curl up, and go to sleep. He excused himself from gym class, and went to the library. He went to the table in the very back, and put his head down on it, but before he could drift into sleep, someone tapped his shoulder, drawing him slowly back to the present. Lifting his head, his gaze was once again met by a pair of teal eyes.
"Do you wear contacts?" he asked before he could stop the words from slipping out.
Hitsugaya frowned, "N-no, why?"
"Your eyes are a very strange shade." Ichigo said, reaching out, and running the pads of his fingers over the younger boy's cheek, Hitsugaya's eyes widened, at the sudden contact, but he didn't pull away. Ichigo's hand moved down to cup the boy's chin, while his thumb continued softly caressing the line of the younger's cheek-bone.
Ichigo felt a draft of air, as Hitsugaya sighed softly. The warm air was sweet, and the red-head felt himself leaning forwards, toward the younger boy. Before their lips could touch, Hitsugaya pulled away, and stared in horror at something over Ichigo's shoulder.
The red-head turned, and glared at whoever it was that had interrupted them. A girl no older than Hitsugaya stood, staring, she clutched her books to her chest in shock. Hitsugaya stood, and reached out for her, but she recoiled in disgust.
Throwing a look at Ichigo, she took a step back. "I hope you have a happy life together." she said, pushing past them, a look of disgust still plastered on her face.
"Girlfriend?" Ichigo questioned.
Hitsugaya shook his head. "Best friend, and homophobe."
"Hm that's gotta be hard to deal with."
"It can be."
The time passed in silence, and soon the bell rang, Ichigo stood, prepared to walk home with the young boy. He was at the exit, when he noticed that he'd left his watch in the locker room, before he'd left, so he decided to go back for it.
He asked Hitsugaya to wait for him, but as he was walking away, He heard footsteps behind him. He turned to see Hitsugaya's determined stare.
"I hate this place, you are not leaving me here alone."
Ichigo smiled before turning to go to the change room.
what's gonna happen?
