A is for Acceptance

Shirosaki Ogihci was considered a freak, the strange one, the punk who everyone disliked and even feared. He dressed in nearly all black and hardly ever said a word except when the teachers forced him too. He always sat alone.

He was an outcast and, in their view, never meant to be accepted.

He never went to any pep rallies, never went to any varsity football games (but was oddly enough seen at practices), and was never seen with anyone at school, so everyone was absolutely shocked when Shiro walked into the senior prom, holding hands with the school's star quarterback, Kurosaki Ichigo.

Shiro had been accepted by someone, and loved for what he really was: a shy, kind lover.

A is for Accident

"Where is he!" Ichigo demanded frantically, his bronze eyes bloodshot and his entire face ashen and panicked as he pried the answer out of a nearby nurse.

"R-room 216." She stuttered in reply and was grateful when the obviously distressed orange head released her upper arms and then sprinted down the clean, white hospital hallways, heading directly for the room number she had given him.

Ichigo raced up a flight of stares and then through the corridors once more, swerving precariously around patients, other nurses, doctors, and family and friend visitors of other people, ignoring them all in his quest to find the one that truly only mattered to him.

He skidded to a stop in front of the correct door and yanked it open harshly, panting audibly. A small whimper escaped his mouth when he saw the room's occupant lying silently in the crisp clean white bed, bandaged nearly head from toe and unconscious.

"Shiro…" He whispered tearfully before falling to his knees.

A is for Addiction

"Shiro!" Ichigo whined, trying to stretch up taller so he could reach his pack of cigarettes held high over Shiro's head. "Give it!"

The albino smirked and didn't give into the pleading order. "Nope. Ya gotta quit sometime, Ichi, an' today's gonna be th' day." Shiro informed the aghast orange head cheerily.

Ichigo scowled, momentarily giving up on reaching his nicotine sticks. "I can't. It's called an addiction, Shiro." He groused irritably, crossing his arms and sulking while turning so his back faced Shiro.

His boyfriend snickered and threw the cigarette pack into the garbage while simultaneously coiling one arm around his pouting lover's waist. "I know wha' an addiction is, Ichi. Ya got one t' me after all."

For Tamix14 and prettychinese15. I hope you like~!

A is for Adolescent

"You're too young!" Isshin roared, silencing Ichigo's protests of his father throwing out the orange head's boyfriend when Shiro had been found in the teen's room that night.

Ichigo glared at his father but didn't say a word more, causing his overprotective father to huff and storm out, slamming the teen's bedroom door behind him.

A minute of silence passed before there was a soft click on his window.

Smiling, Ichigo crawled over his bed and lifted the window, poking his upper torso out and looking fondly down at his grinning boyfriend, who was tossing another small pebble between his hands.

The albino dropped it over his shoulder and grinned up at his virgin lover and beckoned to him, silently asking Ichigo to come with him. Nodding and holding up one finger to indicate to give him a minute, the orange head retreated inside to throw a couple clothes into a duffle bag.

Who cared if they were adolescents? They were in love and they were filled with desire for each other. It would happen eventually.

For James Stark.

A is for Adoption

"Ichi, stop fidgitin' an' calm down." Shiro soothed his anxious boyfriend/soon-to-be-spouse, his thumb rubbing a circle on Ichigo's skin from where they held hands.

"I can't help it! What if she doesn't choose us?" Ichigo fretted as he brought up his knees in the chair and buried his face into them.

They were anxiously waiting for news to see if they would be the couple chosen to be the parents of the unborn infant that the teen mother did not want.

Shiro hummed, leaning over and giving his lover a loving kiss on the temple just as the swollen teen mother walked in with the adoption papers in hand.

A is for Abstract

Ichigo tilted his head to the side. He didn't see it. He tilted further, now leaning over almost horizontal. Still didn't.

An amused albino teen watched the lopsided orange head from across the room before he looked up to see what Ichigo was looking at. A look of curious confusion came onto his pale face and he crossed the room to stand next to the leaning orange head, starting to tilt as well.

"Do you see it?" Ichigo asked his new companion, straightening and looking over at the bent sideways albino.

"Nope." Shiro said simply, straightening also with his hands in his pockets and grinning over at the attractive orange haired teen. "I hate abstract art."

A is for Abducting

Shiro kept his breath as quiet as possible so he wouldn't be discovered from his hiding spot in his abductee's bedroom closet.

The kidnapper: Shirosaki Ogihci.

The target: Kurosaki Ichigo.

The albino was an expert thief and was for hire to do any job. This was his first job stealing a living, breathing human being though.

The bedroom door opened and the orange head stepped in, only to squeak when he was grabbed from behind and immediately dragged out of his window and onto the roof.

"Congrats, Ichi." Shiro purred in the struggling orange head's ear, expertly lowering themselves off the roof and onto the hood of his car. "You've just been abducted."

"Hmm..." The albino regarded the angry, slightly fearful eyes of his captor as he pulled him into the passenger seat. "I might just keep ya fer myself. Already been paid and all..." He mused aloud, brushing orange strands out of surprised eyes.

Ichigo stared at him like he was crazy. What kind of kidnapper was this?

A is for Admire

Ichigo rubbed his eyes sleepily. He really needed to get some sleep but his sleeping lover was just so… cute and beautiful when asleep. Ichigo just had to admire the sleeping beauty.

Late at night when his albino boyfriend was deeply asleep, the orange head could stare all he wanted at the man that looked so much like him, and yet, not...

In Ichigo's opinion, Shiro was much better looking than him. His pale, unblemished skin and snowy white hair highlighted features that Ichigo's colored skin and hair overshadowed.

Shiro would always blush and start stuttering whenever Ichigo would stare dreamily at him so the orange head didn't do it often when his lover could see. But at night, he had all the time in the world to admire his beautiful Shiro.

A is for Adonis

Shiro was Ichigo's great, marbled Adonis. The albino was just built so perfectly.

He was muscular yet lean, strong and quick, lightweight yet sturdy. And just so handsome. His best features where his high cheekbones and strong jaw line, his unblemished pale skin, soft white spiky hair, and of course, the rest of his entire body.

The orange head could stare for hours at his Adonis-like boyfriend. And the best part was Shiro knew that he was in an admiring gaze and never failed to drag Ichigo into the spotlight too by pointing out that he was also his own Adonis. Only instead of white marble statue, he was a beautiful colored painting.

A is for Adrenaline.

'Faster, faster, don't stop, he's right behind you.' Ichigo's fear whispered into the fleeing orange head's ear.

Ichigo couldn't believe he was actually running from the one he loved most but the albino had insisted on them playing this little game of chase. He knew he wasn't in any true danger, but his adrenaline didn't know that.

It surged through his veins, pushing him to run faster until he had collapsed from exhaustion, miles away from where he had first started out.

Pale, strong arms wound around his chest and a voice that sent shivers down his spine purred in his ears. "Looks like ya ran outta steam, I-chi-go~!"

For RamecupMiso.