Hallucinations, Real or Not?

Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine…unfortunately, if so this would be a pairing!

Key:

bad thoughts

Good thoughts

So sorry for the delay, I had writers block on this one and I want to thank everyone who reviewed, and Tori101 for editing this chapter. She made me feel like a washed-up has-been writer after she laughed at my original story before tearing it apart, tossing it to the ground, and setting it ablaze while dancing around it wildly. Tori101 is my superior and I have no say over what's been done to my story because she's made it better…by a lot…

Chapter 2

Tapping her foot impatiently, the woman in the front of the classroom bit her lip in annoyance. Though it wasn't causing any trouble to the class, she was still getting a bit annoyed that her white haired student was taking so long in the bathroom. What was he doing, forcing out a wide load? "Asano-kun, will you go get Hitsugaya-kun? He has been gone for quite some time," the woman said as she pushed the brown haired boy out the classroom, trying to get him to leave. Not only did she want Toshiro back, but she wanted Keigo Asano gone. What teacher, or student for that matter, didn't?

"Yes Ma'am!" Keigo said, mock-saluting the woman while his eyes seemed to cross slightly. A sign of inbreeding, but the woman would have to keep her Westernized thoughts about Tennessee and West Virginian family breeding from America to herself…So she simply sighed loudly and shut the door on the boy, also unintentionally pushing him further out into the hallway while knocking him off balance.

Keigo walked down the hall, singing a stupid commercial tune he'd heard on the TV that morning during his breakfast of cold dinner leftovers that had tasted like dead cat…not that he knew what dead cat tasted like…and he walked into the bathroom casually, not noticing the boy on the floor. Keigo widened his eyes, and then gasped and stared at the smaller boy in shock. The young boy's hair was stained a rust red toward the front of his head, where a small gash had nestled into his forehead. The brown haired male ran over to the other and rolled him over, trying to wake him. After a few moments of seemingly fruitless shaking and calls of Toshiro's name, the white haired teen finally opened his eyes with a quite groan. "Where am I?" he questioned softly, his tone dazed and a bit weak as though he'd been asleep for ages.

"Dude, you're in the bathroom," Keigo explained, a concerned and confused expression on his face. "The teacher got annoyed since you were taking awhile, so she sent me to come check up on you. You're bleeding too, on your forehead," Keigo added as he helped the white haired boy sit up. "What happened, anyway?" asked as he helped the boy up. Toshiro sighed, not really knowing what to say. He couldn't tell him, or anyone for that matter, about the strange hallucinations he'd been getting lately or the strong headaches. He just felt that no one would understand what he was feeling, no one could possibly know how he felt or how to help him.

"I must have passed out or something, that's all. I've been really tired lately, so that must be what happened. Thanks for caring, though," Toshiro added, giving the other a grateful glance. Running a hand through his soft hair, he felt both fresh and dried blood rub off onto his hand. "I should probably wash this," he mumbled quietly. Using help from Keigo, he stood up slowly and took a grip on the sink counter. He then proceeded to wash his hand, the sink counter, and then his forehead, removing all traces of blood and any indication that he'd been bleeding in the first place.

"Dude, we should probably head back, the teacher is probably freaking out right now. Are you sure you're okay?" Keigo questioned with attempted friendly concern. He didn't really know Toshiro all that well, he usually hung out with Ichigo and the others when Keigo seemed to always be busy with something else, or he just never knew what was going on. Some friends he had…

"Oh, that's right!" Keigo exclaimed, a suddenly excited expression on his face as a small trail of drool began to pool over his lip. "That really bodacious babe you sit by seemed to be worrying about you. Are you two, like, dating? Friends? Cousins? Is she available?" the boy questioned with sudden urgency in his tone as a hopeful look filled his gaze as it rested on the shorter boy drying his hands with the paper towel. "You hang out with Ichigo a lot, too…do you know my friends?" Keigo added in as an afterthought as they left the bathroom.

"Unfortunately, I do know most of them. We met at Inoue's house a while ago, and Matsumoto and I aren't dating or anything like that. She's my…well, it's more of a…" Toshiro had trouble trying to find a plausible excuse for his and Matsumoto's relationship as Captain and Lieutenant. "Our relationship is…complicated, we'll leave it as that," the white haired male said, ignoring the boy's other questions as they walked down the hall back towards their classroom. Upon entering the room, Toshiro was suddenly bombarded from the side and pulled into a tight and bone crushing embrace. His face was also nestled perfectly just between a pair of breasts that put Inoue's to shame, and he almost suffocated from not being able to breathe.

"Matsumoto…can't… breathe…" the boy tried to say, but could barely force any words out from his lips since he was slowly being squeezed to death from all sides and areas, along with his words being muffled by the firm globes covered by a school uniform jacket on either side of his head. He felt the hug loosen mercifully after a matter of moments as Matsumoto held him at arms length as he tried to regain his breath. Her gaze fell upon him and looked him over with slight worry and concern spilling into her expression. Her eyes met his, and held his gaze for a moment before glancing up at the small gash on his forehead, and back to his lapis-lazuli blue eyes.

"Toshiro, what happened?" she asked worriedly, receiving a mere 'Nothing,' in reply. She narrowed her eyes and then asked him what was the matter, but he lied again, saying 'Nothing.'

"Come on, I know when there's something bothering you, now out with it." Matsumoto, said bothering the young Captain even more wit her incessant concern.

"Matsumoto, it was nothing! Stop getting in my business when I don't want you to already!" Toshiro snapped, slapping her hands away from him before storming out of the room, leaving behind a very hurt and shocked Matsumoto, along with an entire class of shocked expressions. Matsumoto's eyes held deep concern and worry for her Captain, and she held her hands that he'd slapped to her chest, cradling them gently. She's known something was bothering Toshiro lately, but really had no clue what, and she desperately wanted to do anything that would help him…but if only he would tell her what was troubling him she could try and help.

'Toshiro…' she thought silently, worry for her Captain easily evident on her face.

When he left the school, Toshiro realized that he had to have hurt his Lieutenant's feelings. He paused in the front courtyard of the school, and realized exactly what he'd said and done to his lieutenant. He also realized that his hallucinations were starting to really interrupt his life even more then usual. He had to get out of there, and figure out what to do to make himself better. He was starting to hurt everyone just by being around them.

Well…what if I asked Aizen for help? I bet he could stop these damn hallucinations…But…there would be a price to pay…

But am I willing to pay that price?

Maybe…depends on what it is…

The young man was so lost in his thoughts that he missed the presence come and go from around him that had seemed to be following him lately…watching him…

"You suppose that he is considering whether or not to come to me for help?" A brown haired man said to Gin as a dark smirk turned up the corners of his lips.

"Yes…In fact, why don't I help him along...? I mean, I could just bring him here, Aizen-sama, if that is what you wish…" Gin said with his large, trademark grin on his lips.

"Do whatever pleases you. Just don't let him change his mind about me…" Aizen warned before letting Gin go back to the human world.

"Are you absolutely sure about this Aizen-sama?" A arrancar with a hole through his neck and forest green eyes asked Aizen.

"Don't worry Ulquiorra. I know exactly what I am doing." Aizen said with out looking at Ulquiorra and then focused on his own thoughs…planing on how to use the young prodigy.

Toshiro was wondering aimlessly around the town after he had gone to Inoue's house to leave his gigai. He couldn't truly find any just reason for just simply walking off in his Soul Reaper state, so he merely made his way for the front door. With his zanpakuto strapped to his back, he hastened to leave, not wanting to be home when Matsumoto returned with Inoue.

Glaring down at the ground between his feet, he narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He was sick of it. Tired of everyone worrying about him. He knew how to handle himself quite well, and didn't need to be protected or looked after like a small child, he was above that…despite his age. He was so lost in thought, that the scenery behind him all melded together and faded in and out of his peripheral vision and he didn't bother watching where he was going as he seemed to become obscurely lost within the confines of the city, and eventually felt the soft earth of a forest floor rub against the bottoms of his sandals. "Damn…where the hell am I?" Toshiro asked himself, finally looking up and around at the large trees and other foliage surrounding him. Only then did he realize the presence of a Hollow very close. The presence was so small and weak, Toshiro was greatly surprised that he had failed to sense it in the first place.

"Mmmm…I wonder what shinigami taste like? I heard they were very delicious…" The hollow said while he swung a large, deformed arm in a shape very similar to that of a spear, nearly catching the Captain in the chest as the young man jumped away to evade the attack.

'How could I miss that' the boy demanded from himself as he dodged a second attack from the hollow, escaping the blow with only a small tear to his sleeve. His eyes widened as he viewed the damage, having never been hit in such a way by such a lesser Hollow than the powerful demons he was used to slaying. He grabbed Hyōrinmaru, and pulled it free of it's sheath in one fluid motion, preparing to attack the damnable beast. He dodged another attack in just the nick of time, and prepared to make his first blow fatal to the creature, planning to take it down in one hit as he usually did. But he didn't even make it to the Hollow half way before the creature let out a snarled scream and disappeared. "What the hell?" Toshiro mumbled under his breath, landing back on the ground in a tense, attack-ready position.

"Well, I just had to come an help you out… I mean, I couldn't let my favorite littl' Shiro-chan get hurt now could I?" Gin said mockingly as he walked over to Toshiro, grinning from ear to ear.

"What are you doing here!? And how did you know I was here in the first place!?" Toshiro asked with a frown as low as Gin's smile was wide. He was especially bothered by the use of his childhood nickname given to him by his childhood friend, Momo. He was sure only she knew it, or remembered it, by now…so how could Gin have known? Had he ever spoken with Momo? She was back in the Soul Society, and Gin seemed to be everywhere lately…what if he had…No, Toshiro decided quickly, bringing his blade up a little higher and a little closer to his chest, Gin would have no way of harming Momo or the others, he was practically on the most wanted list right now, everyone was looking for him anyway. Growing a bit impatient with the silent pause between them, Toshiro growled, "Answer me!"

"Now don't act like that. Here, I have a gift for you…and I'm quite certain that you'll enjoy it," Gin purred as he got down on his knees. He ignored the sword the smaller of the two held so protectively between them, and grabbed Toshiro's chin and pulled him closer, receiving a rebellious movement out the younger boy.

"Gin…wha…?" Toshiro tried to say, but was quickly cut off by the other man's lips upon his own once again. Toshiro blinked rapidly in surprise, and suddenly Gin was no longer there, along with any traces of the battle he'd had with the Hollow. The ground was not unsettled, nor broken in any spot that didn't look natural, and no branches had been swiped from the trees. He reluctantly decided that it was just another hallucination after looking around the area for a while, but he felt the aftermath of the events as if they'd been real. So real in fact that the boy could still feel the man's fingers holding his chin, and the felt of lips against his own. He then decided he'd been gone long enough, and started to head back home, hoping to get to the house before it grew dark, which would be quickly approaching now that the sun had nearly set.

Upon reaching the Inoue residence, he simply passed through the hallway silently, and returned to his borrowed room where he'd left his gigai on the floor as though he'd tossed away a puppet, which was all the body really was. Slipping back into the human shaped shell, he opened his eyes, and frowned up at the ceiling before standing and working a kink out of his neck as he stepped back into the hallway. "I'm back, and I am going to sleep. No one disturb me," Toshiro ordered as he turned to return to the bedroom. He ignored the loud greeting from the real human girl who was hosting both Shinigami in her home, and looked away as Matsumoto entered the hallway with a concerned look on her face.

"Toshiro," she began, but was cut off when the young man glanced up to glare at her. She felt a chill run down her spine, and her hands gripped the edge of the lacy apron Orihime had lent her while they were busy in the kitchen.

"I asked for no one to disturb me," he repeated harshly as he turned away from the woman so that she couldn't see his guilt-ridden expression for being so cruel and cold to her. He then entered the bedroom and shut the door behind him, locking it in the process. He then dropped down onto the bed, pulling back the comforter and sheets before slipping between them, only to feel constricted by the fabrics covering him. But he merely bit the inside of his cheek and gripped the pillow under his head tightly as he began to fall into a dreamless, restless, fitful slumber.

It was later that night Toshiro awoke, feeling strong arms lift his own arms above his head, and feeling the same force pin them down to the pillow by his wrists. The boy widened his eyes as they adjusted to the darkness of the room to see the smirking face of Gin Ichimaru.

"Gin, what are you doing here!? And what are you doing!?" Toshiro hissed at the silver haired man, but gasped loudly as he felt a hand slide under the hem of his shirt to ghost over his warm torso beneath.

"Aizen-sama did say I could do whatever pleases me…well this does," Gin whispered loud enough for only himself to hear, not the boy under him. His lips were then attracted to Toshiro's neck which he bit, licked, and nipped at while receiving a strangled cry or moan from Toshiro's lips. Of which nature the sound carried he was still quite a bit unsure. His lips slowly moved up the boy's neck and his hand continued to caress Toshiro's firm muscles in his chest that had otherwise been hidden by his shirt.

Toshiro felt Gin's hand on his skin, and he shivered when the man's fingers started to circle around his left nipple. He moaned slightly when he felt the hand touch his skin. He could almost feel Gin smile against his neck, knowing that the man seemed to know where the two sweet spots on his body were. Toshiro almost yelled at Gin through his moans, but he never had the chance because Gin's lips were on his yet again. Toshiro felt his self control slipping away this time, and he felt his body begin to urge him into kissing the silver haired vixen back. Toshiro finally decided to kiss him back. But just as he started to return the kiss, he felt Gin fade away as though having never been there at all, and leaving him half erect.

Toshiro sat up with a groan, feeling overly warm and uncomfortable for…obvious reasons. His fist then suddenly slammed down into the mattress, and he bit down on his lip hard to keep from screaming in frustration and anger. It was then he'd finally decided…He had finally made his choice, and he knew he couldn't turn back now. There would be no way to back out the minute he left Inoue Orihime's house. He was going to Aizen, because he had to, as a final resort. He was longing for Gin, even though he hated to confess that he missed him, no longed for him, even though he was a traitor to their allies and Gin's ex-comrades. Toshiro got up and out of his gigai and bed simultaneously, and left a note for someone, anyone, to find in the morning.

Bye

Toshiro Hitsugaya

He thought it was acceptable enough, and he jumped out the window as though escaping from a prison cell even though his destination may be holding one with the door waiting to slam on him. He then stood and waited for the next hallucination to come to him so he could ask how to get to Hueco Mundo to see Aizen. As it turned out, he wouldn't have to wait long at all…

"Aizen-sama…we have someone here to see you," Gin said in an eerily cheery voice as he lead the young Captain of Squad Ten to see Aizen.

"Well, well…Why are you here, Captain Hitsugaya?" Aizen said with a smirk, and an almost expectant and eager tone in his voice.

"I want these hallucinations to stop," Toshiro demanded quickly and coldly as though he'd rehearsed his speech for that moment. "I know there will be a price for you to stop them, but…What would it be, Aizen?" the Captain asked in an almost mocking tone mixed within his usual serious tone.

"A price…" Aizen said, as though the thought just came to his mind that very moment as he tilted his head to the side just ever so slightly as he brought his fist to rest his cheek upon, and narrowed his dark eyes in a sinister manner, the smirk never leaving his lips.

To Be…Continued…

Tori101: Hello everyone, just wanted to let you all know that I am responsible for making this story so long and very well written. The lovely idea is all Mei101, but I'm the one that put the lettuce in the salad. the noodles in the soup, the ice in the iced tea, and lets not forget the sugar in the sugar bowl. Well, I hope you enjoyed, and I hope you review, because if you don't, you won't get more smexy Gin-Toshiro action…and trust me, those of you who have read my own work will know that Mei101 is in good hands with me. Anyway, Ciao for now!