Gieshaaa:

A little cinnamon roll HAHAHA He is adorable isn't he? I'm glad you're keen for the HitsuRuki friendship, I'm defo going to enjoy exploring it in a lot more detail.

Feel free to post all your psycho analysis to see what's going on maybe it will help others as we go? ;)

ShiroShipShipShipShip:

No way, Yukio will not be an idiot, he's actually going to be an awesome and likeable character in this I promise. Sometimes he doesn't always think before he acts / speaks but Ichigo is like that too so nothing to do with his 'American-ness' Lemons will be coming ;) I promise. Thank you for the review! You're currently at 500 Mosco Points =D

Dsephna:

I am so pleased you've been waiting for this fic, because I've been dying to write it! I've just finished writing chapter 6 so you can be sure it will be getting updated regularly. I'm so pleased you like the whole youtube aspect and don't worry it comes up a lot in this fic, more so as the fic progresses :) Thanks for the review! You're at 400 Mosco points if you want to start collecting them? =D

XxXxX

As soon as the front door to the flat was closed he heard Rangiku call out to him from the living room but he didn't reply he threw his bag down against the wall in the hallway and dove for his bedroom. He was soaking wet from the rain and he tossed his damp jacket down onto the floor as he threw himself onto his bed, his cheeks were flushed and his breathing was now so bad there were blotches in front of his eyes.

'Toshiro?' her voice was concerned now as she gently nudged his door open, he turned to her and she knew instantly.

'Panic or anxiety?' she asked, he breathed in deeply practically choking on the air and she nodded.

'Panic, I'll be right back,' she quickly scampered off to the kitchen and he heard her run into the bathroom as well. He was sitting on the edge of the bed when she came back, he could barely move his fingers now due to his hyperventilation. She brought a paper bag in and sat down beside him on the bed, she'd made a perfect opening for his mouth as his fingers were now no longer functional. He forced his fingers painfully apart as much as he could to take the bag and place it to his mouth for him to start breathing in and out of and Rangiku took his other hand placing it against her chest. He focused, trying to match her rhythm of breathing as much as he could and after a few moments it got easier.

'So at work today,' she smiled, he could see the curiosity in her eyes, she wanted to know what had caused his panic attack but she knew how important it was to distract him from it first. Once they got his breathing under control and his limbs fully functional again they could discuss it. 'You know Nemu? The stuck up bitch of a model, well remember the other day when I told you that the CEO of Gucci's son was coming to our shoot here in Scotland?' He nodded enthusiastically for her to continue. 'Ha,' she laughed, 'well wait until you hear this Tosh, I swear,' he often liked hearing about her tales of woe at work. She'd studied to be a photographer but dropped out to pursue modelling when she'd been snapped up by an agency. He knew on several occasions she must have been asked to go to London or Paris but she refused to leave him. She always said there was more work for a Scottish model with blue eyes and red hair in Scotland than anywhere else in the world. Though he'd often tell her to go and pursue her passion a huge part of him was scared she would actually go and leave him with no one. Perhaps he was selfish but he needed her. 'So Nemu and I go to the canteen tent where they're having this shoot to pick up some food right and she's complaining that someone should be doing that for her,' Rangiku rolled her eyes and Toshiro chuckled into the bag. 'Anyway just outside the tent is this guy he looks rough right, like really rough and Nemu comes out and tries to shoo him away thinking he's some homeless guy trying to get food from our tent. I tell her to piss off which she just loves and I go and get the guy a cup of coffee and some custard crèmes, anyway guess who he was?'

'The CEO's son?' Toshiro panted, lowering the bag away from his mouth with a large grin.

'Exactly,' she threw back her head and laughed hysterically, 'he was just totally hung over and jet lagged from travel, anyway he fires her from the shoot and now guess who the lead model is?'

'You?' he grinned as she nodded and he laughed, 'Rangiku that's so cool, see being nice gets you places.'

'Naturally,' she winked at him and stood up, 'come on I've run you a bath, if you want some company put your swimming trunks on and I'll come in and sit with you.'

This is what they did when one of them was usually very ill. They didn't trust each other to be in the bath by themselves when they were ill so either they'd put on swimming gear so the other could check up on them or they'd leave the bathroom door open so they could call to each other.

Toshiro stood shakily and made his way over to his chest of drawers, his fingers were now working and he pulled out his light blue swimming trunks before making his way to the bathroom. He didn't lock the door and he clumsily stripped down and slipped into the trunks before climbing into the tub. The bath was exactly what he needed, he found it easier to calm himself when he was submersed in water for some strange reason.

'Are you decent?' she knocked gently on the door.

'Yeah,' he called back and she walked in with a cushion, tossing it to the floor as she perched herself beside the tub.

'Are you ready to talk?' her voice had lowered to a loving and caring tone, her arms were dangling over the tub and her index finger came up to gently stroke his cheek, he leaned into the gesture.

'Don't freak out,' he mumbled and her finger stopped it's stroking for a moment.

'Why would I freak out?' she sounded confused now and he felt a blush creep up his face.

'So… you know… that youtuber-'

'Yukio? The one you're completely and utterly head over heels-'

'Yes, yes, him.' Toshiro groaned as she chuckled and her finger went back to stroking his cheek.

'Yeah?'

'Well… he's…' he frowned and closed his eyes.

'He's what? Tweeted you again? Because last time he did that you were beside yourself, not having a panic attack… don't you have that tweet framed somewhere actually-'

'Rangiku focus,'

'Right sorry, you were saying?'

'He's… here… in Scotland.'

'No way,' her eyes went wide with excitement, 'is he doing a youtube convention or something?'

'No… he's attending my University… he's… he's leading one of my classes.'

There was silence that followed these words and her finger had stopped its gentle assault on his face.

'Well shit.'

'Yeah,'

'Holy fucking shit.'

'Yup.'

'That's just… so are you gonna try and get into his pants?'

'RAN!' he chocked and spluttered, turning to her with an angry blush, 'I couldn't even give him my name and I ran out the class, what the fuck and you think I could-that I'd have the balls to- no way!'

'C'mon Tosh, how many times have you dreamed about meeting this guy? About being with him? About kissing him?'

'I have not-'

'Oh please, our rooms are right next door to each other, I've heard you jerking off and calling out his name-'

'Ran!' he was blushing furiously now and he turned his back to her in the bath the water sloshing over him as he moved. He could hear her laughing hysterically from behind him as she flicked water up his shoulder playfully.

'Maybe he could be your friend? He'll need someone to show him around the school.'

'He's a famous youtuber, everyone was flocking to him, he doesn't need me.'

'Now,' her angry mother voice was back, 'he would be the luckiest guy alive to have you and I'd make sure he knew that too.' It was so hard to stay mad at her she spoke like that.

'He's made friends with Ichigo and the others…'

'That arrogant red head who used to throw things at you in class?'

'Yeah.'

'Maybe he doesn't know how much of an obnoxious prick he is,' she hissed and Toshiro felt it was safe to turn back around to face her.

'I don't want to go up to him gossiping about someone else, I couldn't even tell him my name.' Toshiro brought a hand out of the water to gaze at his fingernails and Rangiku instantly took his hand in hers, running her thumb across his hand soothingly.

'Toshiro, you don't get it, you're so sweet and caring, adorable and handsome too, any guy would be lucky to have you.' Her voice was low, thoughtful and her other hand had gone to his cheek to turn his head to face her.

'Then why does no one want to be my friend?' his voice came out in a tiny whisper and he watched her face crumple a little.

'Because they're all fucking insane and useless,' she hissed cupping some water and pouring it over his shoulder. 'Also you have a resting bitch face.'

'What?'

'Your face, when you look normal it looks grumpy.'

'You just said I was handsome!'

'Oh you are but you also have a resting bitch face.'

'It's my face what am I meant to do?'

'Try smiling at people, they like it,' she smiled at him and he scowled at her. They'd been having such a nice one to one until she pointed out the fact that his face scared people off.

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He was lying in bed tossing and turning, Rangiku had gone to bed an hour before, offering to sleep beside him since they both had large lavish double beds. Really Toshiro couldn't afford much but Rangiku made quite the bit of money doing the modelling. They had a deal, she paid more of the rent and expenses and in return he did all the housework. It was a sweet deal, Toshiro only really had two jobs and they were both inconsistent and didn't pay very well. On weekends he'd work as a DJ but the work was scarce at this time of the year, it would pick up more come December with Christmas parties but he also worked as a snowboarding instructor though it was a clock your own hours kind of thing, he'd only go to the giant indoor arena when he had someone booked for an hour or two hour slot, or if he wanted to do some freestyle.

He picked up his phone and glanced at the time, it was after 11pm, he realised that he had twitter notifications and his heart thudded when he realised that Yukio had been tweeting all night, he'd set himself up to get a notification each time the blond tweeted. Perhaps he should turn that off. He flicked through the mass of tweets and was also reading some of the random replies.

Yukio (a)YukioHans 1h

Guys really important update for you all, live stream coming in less than 2 hours, keep you posted~ x

Yukio (a)YukioHans 1h

Gahhh I can't wait that long, make it an hour ~x

Yukio (a)YukioHans 58m

Yes MatrixManny I am in Scotland ;) how did you know? ~x

Yukio (a)YukioHans 55m

The Scots are stunning, I have a natural red head in my class, freckles and all ~x

Yukio (a)YukioHans 50m

(a)TylerOakley There are a few guys here, they'd have you swooning ;) ~x

Yukio (a)YukioHans 45m

OMG! Chips are on sale all night here… deep fried and everything ~x

Yukio (a)YukioHans 43m

I thought it was a myth Scots deep fried everything but it tots isn't ~x

Yukio (a)YukioHans 40m

View from my place ~x

Toshiro quickly clicked the link to the image and saw Edinburgh Castle illuminated with beautiful orange lights in the distance, wherever he stayed it looked like it was really high up in a block of flats either that or he was out on top of a roof or something. Toshiro was trying to figure out where he lived, like a stalker, based on the angle of the castle and his knowledge of Edinburgh, it seemed to be the side where the giant hill called Arthurs Seat was located.

A new notification sprung up at the top of his phone and his eyes flickered up to it.

Yukio (a)YukioHans 1s

Live Stream is a go! ~x

Eagerly Toshiro clicked the link and rolled onto his stomach turning the audio of his phone down as the blurry picture and audio caught up with each other. He ducked his head and felt heat creeping across his face when he saw the topless man sitting in front of his camera. His usual silver stag head hung on the flocked necklace chord around his neck, lazily bouncing across his pecks as he leaned forward to make some slight adjustments to the camera.

'Haha sorry about this guys,' he drawled in his usual stunning accent, 'total PICNIC problems, I should have been prepared.' Toshiro was not complaining, it was clear he was doing this stream from his laptop atop which he had a camera perched, the room was dark but the glow from the screen as he tilted it down to adjust the camera lit up his chest. Like the rest of the world Toshiro was drinking in the sight, right now all they could see were the two pecks, some toned abs and the rim of a pair of jogging trousers hugging his waist. 'Think I got it now,' he mumbled tilting the laptop screen and the camera screen back up and grinning at them all.

'So guys yeah, I'm in Scotland, I'm going to be here for a year,' his emerald eye was flicking over to the comment section and Toshiro sighed contently staring at his phone. He hoped someone was recording the stream so he could watch that beginning again. It was nice to fantasise it wasn't at all like he expected to see it in real life.

'Missy has just asked if I'll do a Q and A, sure guys fire questions at me.' Yukio leaned forward and propped his head on his two hands, leaning his arms on his knees as he now sat cross legged in front of the camera.

'Chat's going to fast you guys are crazy,' he laughed as he clearly went about doing whatever he needed to do to read some of the questions coming through.

'Why didn't I tell you? Well I figured it would be a surprise… tah dah!,' he waved his hands in the air and chuckled, 'I did mention big changes were coming this was what I was referring too, but c'mon Yukies you guys know I wanted to come here and see if I could trace back my grandparents family.' His emerald eye ran across the screen again and Toshiro mentally stopped himself from asking a question there was a good chance that he wouldn't see it anyway.

'Are there any hot guys? Yes there are, quite a few in the University actually, one in particular has caught my eye,' he winked at the camera, 'but I won't say anything more than that in case he's watching.' He didn't say anything more than that, Toshiro frowned, he was very much convinced it was Ichigo, the strawberry blond was insanely attractive and that's why he was often the centre of all the attention. The rest of the stream went on and Toshiro found himself yawning as Yukio did, he spoke about his arrival, what the weather was like, what kind of food he'd tried and what had happened to him that day. He did mention Ichigo, Renji and Rukia and it sounded like these were the people he had made friends with. Toshiro tried not to get too upset when he realised that indeed Ichigo must have been the person he was referring too when he said that someone caught his eye.

Soon the blond was practically falling asleep in front of the camera and Toshiro was swooning at how cute he looked half awake and out of it, the blond untangled his legs, one of his bare feet flashing in front of the camera for a moment before he waved them all goodnight.

'Catch yah on the flip side Yukies!' he chuckled as the live stream ended and Toshiro tenderly touched a finger to the now blank screen on his phone. How the hell was he meant to make it through this year with this stunning blond there? He'd have to avoid him but how? He was now the only audio student and as per the usual for their projects the media students were often forced to collaborate with the audio students to get copyright free tacks and in return the audio students would collect various clips of where their works were used in actual production for their own graded units. This meant… at some point… very soon their paths would cross and Toshiro would have to just get over his panic. Who knows? Maybe he could befriend the blond. The white haired boy groaned as he rolled over in his bed to fall asleep. If he did befriend him… just how many wet dreams would be the result of that?

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Thankfully Toshiro didn't need to go to University everyday, he could work on most of his stuff from home, but despite not having any friends at the University he enjoyed the atmosphere of being surrounded by people that made him feel like he had friends. Also the recording rooms made for perfect audio recordings, something he couldn't replicate in their flat, the reverb was too loud. He often saw the blond walking down the halls flanked by Rukia, Renji, Ichigo and a surplus of fan girls. Whatever corridor they walked down Toshiro would dive – sometimes rather noticeably – out of the way and down another corridor or into a lift or even – one time – into a janitor's cupboard.

He hadn't made any headway with making any friends and he'd been back for a couple of weeks now, classes with the blond went the same as before, he'd be the first person in to avoid everyone and the first person to leave the moment the class ended.

He still continued to watch Yukios videos like a dotting fan but he was now calling it research. The blond often spoke about his friends… how he and Ichigo did this or that funny thing Renji did or how Rukia put them all in their place. He'd tweeted pictures of them and put them up on instagram too and it looked like they were having a ball. Toshiro was insanely jealous.

To take his mind off things he'd been working on a track that reminded him similarly of Alex Clare's song 'Too Close.' The base was heavy and loud and it seemed to be all the anger and hurt he held inside himself coming out into a song, all the frustrations that he didn't have the balls to even make a friend or even say hello to the blond that he'd been crushing on for years.

He was in one of the audio suites where he stood with large headphones on, playing the track. The mixer in here had way more capacity for creativity than his one back home and he had the volume turned up as loud as he could without making his ears bleed. He was enjoying the song standing leaning against the table, his eyes closed as the song hit a massive base drop and he knew he was bobbing his head and swaying as he listened. The sounds were thudding up and down his body the way only audio could, he'd always been addicted to sounds. Sounds were inspirational, they could define a movie moment, they could make you laugh they could make you cry, they could make you feel. He could feel right now, the sound of his own bass quaking right down to his shoes as he tapped his foot in time to music, he just needed a bit of fine tuning at the point right after the middle eighth. He opened his eyes to reach for the dials and- SHIT!

The headphones were practically ripped off his head and he could feel colour flourish across his cheeks as he stared into the eyes of a rather amused looking Rukia.

'I just came in to get some cables,' she was clearly fighting back laughter, he had no idea what he must have been doing, it was far from dancing but he knew he was bobbing in time to the beat. 'I didn't mean to disturb you.'

'I-' he could feel the heat creeping across his chest, his neck, his face… everywhere, just everywhere was getting hot, 'sorry I wasn't expecting someone to walk in.'

'What are you apologising for?' she snorted at him, 'you should see the state of me when I'm driving and singing to a song, the whole world knows it too.' She'd dragged a table towards the cupboard and stood up on it to reach the higher up cables. Short people problems, he totally understood her pain as he watched her reach successfully for the cables. 'Once this car pulled up beside me at the red lights and looked at me like I was a sheep driving a car because I was singing, so you know what I did?'

'What did you do?' he was having a conversation! He was actually conversing with someone who wasn't Rangiku or one of his professors. Okay Toshiro, play it cool.

'I rolled down my window, turned the music up loud and sung at the top of my voice to them.' She hopped down from the table and turned to grin at him and he chuckled back.

'You're a heap braver than me, I'd have just slouched down in my seat or tried to drive through the red light.'

'Meh, be unapologetically yourself as long as yourself isn't an asshole that's what I always say.' She thoughtfully leaned against a wall and nodded at the device he was working from. 'You working on a track then?'

'Oh, um, it's nothing really, just something dumb.'

'I bet it's really good, you wouldn't be in 4th year if it wasn't,' she smirked at him and he gulped as she walked over holding her hand out for the headphones.

'Can I listen to it?'

'Um, it's not done-' she didn't seem to be asking, apparently it had been a rhetorical question as she took the headphones from his hand and put them on nodding to him. He skipped the track back to the beginning and turned the volume down a notch before pressing play. She listened and he watched with baited breath, his whole potential future friendship with the girl could rest on this one track, maybe she'd ask him for his number or something… people did that right? They asked for facebooks usually… but he didn't have one… he could make one though. His hands twisted nervously in front of his body as he studied her face, watching as the reactions flickered across it.

'It's really fucking good,' she practically shouted it at him and he winced and chuckled, she obviously had no idea the volume of her own audio levels because she was listening to loud bass. 'Like really good,' she shouted again and he smiled at her, Rangiku had said to smile more, so he kept smiling. Wait was he smiling too much? Did he look weird? Should he even be thinking this much about it? He didn't want to freak her out, he let it slip from his face. He didn't want her to think he was scowling at her though, so he tried to put a casual smile on his face. Nope that was definitely too much, too much.

'You alright? Your face is twitching,' she shouted again and he bit his lower lip. 'I'm shouting aren't I?' he nodded and she pulled the headphones off, they ruffled her hair and fixed it with a flourish looking cool as she did it. No wonder Yukio had chosen to hang out with her and the others, they were some of the coolest people around. 'You're insanely talented.'

'That's nothing,' he shrugged it off and looked at his feet.

'Well, if you say that's nothing I can't wait to see what you can do when you actually try, do you have anymore samples of your stuff?'

'Not with me no,'

'Well I've been working on a song but I'm struggling to come up with a musical base to go with it, it will be for my minor project due in before Christmas, I don't suppose you'd be up for helping me?'

'Yes!' he realised he'd maybe said that a bit too quickly and she laughed, he felt heat creep up his face again. 'I mean… um… I'd love too.'

'Well these are the lyrics,' she reached into a bag that she'd shoved the cables into and pulled out her notepad tearing off the sheet of paper. I'm looking for something mellow, think Prayer in C kind of style, I can do the singing.' He took the piece of paper from her his heart thudding loudly in his chest.

'Alright… I um…' he wanted to ask for her number, just ask her for her number.

'I can meet you back in here on Thursday?' she asked and he nodded quickly, 'alright same time as today back here?' she checked her phone, this was it, she was going to take his number. Wait did he know his number off by heart? He'd never given it out before, he'd have to take his phone out to make sure he got it right. 'It's 4pm, so I'll see you back here Thursday at 4pm?'

'Sure, um…'

'Thanks, I gotta run the others are waiting on me, we're going out clubbing tonight.' She darted towards the door and stopped to wave at him before departing.

Oh. She hadn't wanted his number… he gazed down at the lyrics and felt a little bit of hope rebuild. He'd still get to see her again though, maybe… maybe next time he'd get her number. He folded the lyrics neatly and put them in his shirt pocket, tapping it tenderly against his chest. He'd make this the best damn track he'd ever written.

XxXxX

'Ran!' he called the moment he got inside, he darted to her room but it was empty before dashing to the living room. The girl was sprawled across their lavish corner couch that she'd insisted on buying despite the fact it barely fit in the room.

'Oh someone's excited, did you speak to your blond?'

'No, but I spoke to Rukia,' he pulled the lyrics out of his shirt pocket and handed them to her, 'she wants me to help her work on a track, I'm going to get started right away.' There was no mistaking the excitement in his voice as he stood there all hopeful as she examined the lyrics before handing them back.

'Alright,' she pursed her lips, 'as long as she isn't just using you, when are you two meeting?'

'Oh um, on Thursday at 4pm,' he frowned, she wasn't using him because he'd still get to write about this for his own graded unit. 'At least it's a step in the right direction,' he mumbled as he tucked the lyrics back into his pocket feeling a little deflated now.

'No of course it is you're right, I'll be there on Thursday though to pick you up, I'm off anyway, I'll just monitor.'

'I don't need you to monitor me like a child,' he frowned at her over protectiveness.

'Says the man who sat behind me in the restaurant in full disguise to make sure that Gin was treating me right?'

'Hey! That was different, you have a habit of picking the bad boys,' he scowled at her but she was right the truth was they were both far too protective of each other.

'Go work on your track,' she smirked at him lying back down on the couch, 'let me hear it when you're done.'

He bounded to his room like an excited teenager and he flopped down on his bed bringing out his synthesiser. It was tiny in comparison to the ones in the University but he would happily create a track on it, transfer it and work it some more once he went back in on Thursday afternoon to apply the finishing touches.

As he worked away on the track Rangiku ordered in food and came to place it on his desk, he ate sporadically, not wanting anything to distract him for too long. He was happy with the songs progress and even Rangiku was blown away by it when she came in to listen, he happily sung the lyrics to her to show where they'd be positioned with the music and his idea for the tempo and beat of it.

'It's really good Tosh, I can't believe you managed to produce this in only a few hours, actually-' she smirked at him, 'I'm not surprised at all.'

'Thanks,' he was practically bouncing, this could be his ticket to making a friend and even if he did just end up with one Rukia seemed to be the best one.

That night was tough though as he tried to sleep, tweets and pictures were flying in from Yukio. The blond was out with Rukia, Renji and Ichigo at one of the many gay clubs in Edinburgh and seemed to be dancing up a storm and having a great night. It meant a tough night for Toshiro though because… he knew what people were like when they went out clubbing, he'd gone out a couple of times with Rangiku and she'd always ended up 'pulling' someone. Basically kissing them and ending up wrapped around them in a corner somewhere. Toshiro tossed and turned and tried to keep the vivid jealous images from his mind of the blond doing that with someone, it wasn't like he and Toshiro were together and the small man had no right to feel that way. Though he did and he groaned when he spotted it was 2am and there hadn't been an update from the blond in about an hour. Had he gone home with someone? Was Rukia and everyone looking after him? He didn't even know Toshiro… not really and yet the prodigy wanted to go and pick them up and make sure they got home okay but he had no idea where they were. Toshiro didn't even have a car anyway, it was Rangiku's but she would let him borrow it from time to time especially when it involved driving her too and from places where she could have a drink.

Toshiro sighed and stared at the ceiling, this was useless he couldn't be like this all year… he couldn't be this worried about the blond and thinking about him wrapped around someone else. Yukio had had boyfriends before, he'd dated someone called Shukuro for about 2 years and though Toshiro was a little heartbroken - like the rest of the world - he had felt happy for the boy. Not now… perhaps it was because when he was in California he was very clearly out of reach. Like the thought of riding to the moon it was a nice thought but it was always just a distant dream… but now… now that he was actually in Scotland… attending the same University… it made all his dreams seem more real and so part of him was getting more attached? No, he had to stop that right now. He locked his phone and tossed it across the room onto the soft fabric of his desk chair before turning around in his bed. He'd force himself to go to sleep… he'd count sheep.

He remembered getting to somewhere around 2,374 before he finally fell asleep.

XxXxX

Guys the storyline of this fic is to keep you guessing who likes who while we learn about the final pairings, so feel free to post your thoughts and try to analyse based on information in each chapter what you thinks going on. I know Gieshaaa is confused as fuck and she's read up to chapter 5 ;) I want to see if you guys are all the same. I've just finished writing chapter 6 so this will be getting updated regularly. Chapter 6 is where the rating will become 'M'.