A/N: Woot! This story is not yet dead peoples and neither am I!!
Muse: (hits Dumas-chan with the frying pan)
Me: Owowow! Muse-chan!! Stop hitting me with that. And where'd you get the frying pan?
Muse: (pointendly glares down Dumas) Get on with it already or I'm bringing out the chainsaw.
Me: Y-yes ma'am. (turns towards audience) First and foremost, much love to KitsueMage for discussing this story with me during lunch and helping me get over my writing block for the story in the process. And just as I promised, here's the second chapter of the story as your Christmas present. I'll apologize beforehand for the overall crapiness and lack of action in this chapter so don't hate me, okay? (puts on her pleading puppy eyes)
Warnings: OOC Byakuya, shounen-ai, mentions of boy kissing and very crappy writing
Disclaimer: I, Eternal Dumas, in no way or form own Bleach.
It was just a dream Ichigo, it was all just a dream…wasn't it?
On Ichigo's list of most expected places to wake up in, Soul Society was at the bottom. Well actually, Ichigo didn't even have a list of favorite-places-I-would-like-to-wake-up-in-after-I've-just been-kissed-by-my-worst-enemy, but that was beside the point.
What matters now, though, is that he was back here in Soul Society after just having woken up from, what he believed, to be a very strange dream. Judging by his surroundings—the clean, hardwood floors, high ceiling and sterile, white beds—Ichigo assumed he was in the Fourth division.
Someone must have found me after I blacked out, he realized. But…who?
Inoue, Chad, Rukia and Renji immediately came into mind.
But if Inoue had found me, she would have brought me to Urahara-san's shop instead, same with Chad, Renji and Rukia. There's no way they would have bothered going all the way to Soul Society when they could have just gone to Urahara-san. So just who--
He was interrupted from his thoughts then, as he heard the sound of a door sliding open and a familiar reiatsu suddenly overwhelming his senses.
But no, this wasn't Aizen's reiatsu! It was—
Jaw hanging down and his mouth resembling a gaping hole, Ichigo sputtered, stared and on his second try, managed to force out the name of the one person he had least expected to ever help him.
"B-B-Byakuya?"
Yes, sixth division captain and one of the most arrogant pricks in all of Seireitei, Kuchiki ice-cube-Byakuya had just stepped through the doors of Ichigo's hospital room. And he looked peeved.
And when Kuchiki Byakuya was peeved and armed with his zanpoktou, it meant bad things for anyone who dared to be within a ten-mile radius of him.
Said ten-mile-radius person was currently too much in shock, however, to do much except stutter senselessly and somehow manage to form the one coherent question of, "What the hell are you doing here?"
Byakuya frowned and glared at Ichigo with his disapproving you-are-stupider-than-I-and-should-therefore-feel-honored-to-be-in-my-prescence glare but answered his question nonetheless.
"You were found unconscious near a deserted area in the forest on the outskirts of your hometown," he began, his voice taking on his usual cold and detached tone. "I happened to be in that area at the time and took you to Soul Society to be treated by Unohana-taichou in case of any injuries that Aizen may have done to you."
"Wait, wait, you went to the real world?" Ichigo asked incredulously, apparently having overcome his state of shock. "What were you doing there? And why'd you take me to Soul Society? Urahara-san's shop is closer."
The line was that was Byakuya's mouth thinned in even greater disapproval, if that was possible. "If it is really that great of a curiosity to you, I was on a Hollow extermination mission when I found you unconscious with Aizen Sousuke's reiatsu on you."
He still hasn't said why he didn't bring me to Urahara-san's shop instead of here, Ichigo glumly noted but stopped thinking about it when Byakuya's last words began to register in his brain.
"…found with Aizen Sousuke's reiatsu on you."
His breath hitched and his eyes widened as the gravity of the situation—the very fact that everything up till now was actually happening to him—finally sunk in.
Aizen Sousuke kissed me, Ichigo realized with growing horror. And I kissed him back.
A/N: Errr, that doesn't really count as a cliffhanger does it? Again, hope you enjoyed it Kitsue-chan. And to everyone else, a Happy Holiday cheer to you all, don't forget to review!