Title: Endless love
Series: 50scenes challenge #018-Lover
Author: HeukYa
Genre: Romance/Horror
Rating: T/PG-15
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Hitsugaya Toshiro
Disclaimer: Bleach sovereigns over me, not the other way round. Nor do I own my dream guys, Shinhwa or the song Endless love.
Distribution: Fanfiction and LJ
Summary: Because they are lovers and that means staying together forever, no matter what, no matter how.
Spoilers: None
Warning: Way OOC, insane Ichigo/Hitsugaya OOC in his strength/Character death/Suicide

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Author's Note:

Although I wrote this for 50scenes challenge, I owe up that it is another song-inspired fic. I have stolen some bits of the lyrics for Ichigo's lines from the song Endless Love by Shinhwa that got banned from broadcasting because of what it insinuated. Despite the lovely word of the prompt, I think I have come up with a pretty twisted taking of it. If you want to listen to the song, it's been posted in my LJ under the fic.

Endless love by HeukYa

"No, you can't."

The teal globes turn as hard as the glacial ice the boy rules over. The white eyebrows merely furrow slightly. This cannot be possible, Ichigo frantically thinks to himself, this is simply not possible. He slams his hands down on the table with such ferocity that both of them hear the sound of a crunching crack in the wooden furniture but neither takes their eyes off each other, one pair burning with dangerously flaring anger, the other chilled to the core enough to freeze even the hellfire.

"And pray tell, why can I not?"

Oh how he despises, detests, hates that cynical, dry tone. Bringing his face only an inch away from the other one, he hisses between gritted teeth.

"You cannot break this because you cannot. I love you."

"And I'm saying I don't."

The hazelnut orbs have long lost the pure, honest passion and warmth they are known for. The fire that burns the wooden-coloured irises is, more than anything else, dangerous. Distorted and twisted with desperation and rage.

"Hitsugaya Toshiro, don't lie to me. Look into my eyes and try telling me you don't love me."

The white-spiked head inclines just enough for the captain sitting behind the desk to firmly lock his sharp, icy gaze with the violently blazing one.

"I do not love you anymore, Kurosaki Ichigo."

And worse, there is not a single hint of wavering, of a lie, as the dragon that he loved, still loves, spits out the shattering words in the same low voice that used to whisper all the sweet fluff into his ear as they relished in each other. He does not even get to add in a syllable before the boy stands up from his chair with a distinctive air of dismissive annoyance, continuing in the deadpan voice.

"So it's over."

When the captain is just a step away from reaching the door, a voice stops him in his track, not because he wants to spare his time to listen to the anger-fuelled rants from the other but because the trembling in the quiet voice sends a chilling shiver down his spine for some reason and he knows that it has nothing to do with the knife-sharp night wind that has just gusted in the room.

"Hitsugaya Toshiro."

The aura around the orange-haired teen, hunched over the desk, changes and for the first time since his acquaintance with him, Hitsugaya grows wary of Kurosaki Ichigo as he turns halfway, not bothering to reply to the call in which his sharp intuition caught an unspoken but sure threat. The cold silence is broken by Kurosaki again.

"You are my lover."

The words are venomously shot at the paper-covered desk, hissed barely above a whisper, but he still hears every single word clearly and scoffs cynically, turning back and stretching his hand out for the door.

"Not anymore."

That is all he gets out of him before a large hand grabs him at the neck from behind in a flash and smacks him hard into the sturdy door, knocking all the air out of his lungs. He is, for all the power he possesses, small, and when the long fingers close around his slender neck, they easily meet the thumb coming round from the other side. Even before he can take in what has just happened, his feet are off the polished floor, frantically kicking about in the air with nothing coming into contact. The side of his face is pressed hard against the door as if the teen is trying to force him through the solid wood and the shocked turquoise eyes widen, failing to hide the fear in them completely, as the grip around his neck increases its pressure.

Ichigo smirks smugly at the quivering emerald jewels and they open up even more because even in the swirling vision through painful choking, they recognise the white bony mask covering half of the teen's face. The voice that follows is, in a way, expected from the appearance yet unexpected from a shinigami as the Hollow and the shinigami speak together in perfect synchronisation.

"It seems for the first time, we actually agree on something."

Hitsugaya does not need to nor can he ask what it is that they have agreed on because his airway is narrowed down to nothing and the earth-crushing reiatsu wildly blazing around him along with overwhelming bloodthirstiness has him paralysed to a point that his shaking arms are rendered useless, unable to even flick his wrist up for kidou, let alone reaching for his zanpaktou.

Then the eerie voice manages to dig into his suffocating mind and he barely hears the words, recognising the feeling of death slowly but surely creeping up from his peripherals.

"If I cannot see you again… If I cannot touch you again…", it -it is certainly not the Kurosaki Ichigo he or anyone else knew- says, only tightening his clench further as the mismatching eyes apathetically watch the life seeping out of the white-haired boy, "…I'll put myself down for long sleep so that my eyes and my lips won't remember you."

Even in the haze of oxygen-deprived lethargy, Hitsugaya knows that what the teen just said does not make sense, not with what he is doing to him. Another choked cough escapes him, taking what little breath his body had had, and scrambling up the last of his energy, he manages to twist enough to see Kurosaki. And he is shocked because the face, both masked and unmasked, is flooded with tears, despite the menacing snicker tugging the lips.

"You want to get away from me? But I'm not letting you go. I'm going to take your soul, Hitsugaya Toshiro. Don't worry, I'm not going to devour it or anything. I'm just going to possess your existence. What, you think I've gone crazy?" A wicked laughter, all too insane, cackles in the air. "You just threw my love away. I'm not afraid of anything now, Toshiro. Don't worry, you won't be all alone. 'Cuz when I wake up years later, you'll be opening those green jewels of yours in my cold, cold embrace."

The flailing ceases. The small body falls limp. The unique frosty reiatsu vanishes into thin air. The snow-crowned head rolls, the teal orbs wide and blank. The mask disappears and Ichigo finally lets go of the slender neck he used to bury his face in and cradles the lifeless body possessively with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Loud, hurried footsteps echo in the corridor outside. Only then, Ichigo realises that the explosion of reiatsu, be it his or his lover's that had been let loose as the captain lost his control, has in fact caused the guards to ring an emergency alarm throughout Seireitei. On the other side of the door, a voice that he does not recognise calls for 'Hitsugaya taichou' and when there is no answer, there comes the banging that makes Ichigo cringe. Then the brown eyes glide across the pallid face of his lover with unbefitting adoration before his hand slides the cool zanpaktou out of its navy blue sheath, already starting to disappear with the death of its master. No, Ichigo thinks with a shake of his head, it's because I now have him; completely.

And just as the shinigami loses his patience and opens the door, the long blade of Hyourinmaru claims its one last victim, causing hot red blood from the teen's neck splutter all over the said shinigami.

Because Hitsugaya Toshiro and Kurosaki Ichigo are lovers.

And lovers are meant to stay together, forever.

No matter what, no matter how.