Title: Truth
Author: oskalaboska
'Verse: Bleach
Claim: Hitsugaya Toushirou/ Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: umm... PG-13
Warnings/Spoiler: Non really but it's unbeta'd so please correct any mistakes
Disclaimer: If I own a Hitsugaya keychain and poster, that is all.
Summary: Turning down a girl is not suppose to be this embarassing
Table: Fantasy: #7: Damsel in Distress
Truth (still suck at titles)
"What's so funny?" the teen shouted over the loud continuous laughter of his companions.
"I'm sorry, Ichigo," Rangiku said, trying and failing to subdue her laughter, "but you could have thought of a more believable way to let the poor girl down."
"Is it hard to believe that I'm dating someone?" Ichigo said, glaring at the redhead and at the bald man, who was still on the floor gasping for air after laughing sohard."Actually, yes." replied Rukia, who hadn't moved from her spot on the roof's edge since the girl's confession. She took another sip of juice. "You know, if you didn't like her all you had to do was say so."
"Yes, lying that way is so ugly after all the lovely things she said about you."
At this remark from the pretty shinigami, Renji, Ikkaku, and Rangiku who had finally stopped laughing burst out with another round as they simultaneously remembered the girl's poem titled "Ode to my Strawberry".
Ichigo, whose scowling face had begun to rival the fruit in color, hung his head in shame.
"What seems to be the problem here?"
"Taichou...taichou..." Matsumoto started but couldn't seem to keep from laughing. Rukia, after a few deep breaths, tried to finish.
"Well, this girl – " (giggle) " – from another class – " (snort) " – came and tried to confess to Ichigo...and..."
"'What lovely hair that stands out like a beautiful beacon of love!'" Renji quoted from a part of a poem in a falsetto voice, causing another peal of laughter.
Toushirou, giving the group his usual scowl, shook his head at their idiocy."But Hitsugaya taichou, that's not the worst part. He lied and told her that he was already dating someone!" Yumi exclaimed, looking at the guilty party as if he was dirt. At this, a white eyebrow hitched upward.
"But he wasn't lying." Toushirou stated simply, shocking the little group into silence. He then turned and headed towards Ichigo. The taller boy, who had previously been immersed in his own misery, looked up in time to have his mouth covered by the short captain's.
The kiss left nothing to the imagination. Toushirou had his fingers dug deep into
Ichigo's orange colored hair and apparently his tongue was deep in the crouching boy's mouth (later, after much fortifying alcohol, Matsumoto would remark that she wonders how long her taichou's tongue is) and Ichigo's moan spoke of how much he was enjoying himself.
After the two parted for desperately needed air, Toushirou pulled his flush faced
boyfriend into a standing position and reminded him that the bell would be ringing in
the next five minutes. Ichigo, still in a slight haze, nodded in agreement and mutely followed the shorter boy down the stairs.
And as the door shut with a slight thud, the first crack of brain leakage could be heard from the still, slackjawed group of shinigami.
AN: Now with Beta for that extra freshness.