Chapter 2
Ichigo stared down at the small man in his arms. He was out like a light. Normally Ichigo wouldn't worry but the fact he had a head wound was not reassuring. While trying to figure out where to take the man Ichigo heard a groan from behind him.
"You'll pay for this-" The rest of the sentence was cut off by Ichigo's foot to the side of the man's face.
"Now you listen to me. If I EVER see you around here again I'll do a lot more than just beat you up." Ichigo felt the murderous glint chill his normally warm brown eyes. He saw the shock in the other man's eyes but it didn't completely dull the hate seen there. Ichigo left the men there hoping they crawled back into whatever hellhole they came from.
The white haired man in his arms moved, distracting Ichigo. The hospital was the closet place right now, so it was probably best to take him there. Toshiro seemed to consume Ichigo's thoughts. He certainly looked like a teenager but there was an air of age around him. He couldn't really explain it, but there was no way Ichigo could ever mistake this man for a boy.
The white hair was very distracting. It looked like it was made for someone to run their hands through it. And the eyes. He had only gotten a brief glance at the teal orbs but they were mesmerizing and- Ichigo stopped the thoughts right there. No way would this man be interested in him, the ex-gangster. Ichigo was just helping the man out; he wouldn't expect anything more than that.
As Ichigo approached the ER, he felt his resolve harden.
"Um- excuse I have a man here-" Ichigo began but another voice interrupted him.
"Hitsugaya? Toshiro, what happened?" The voice came from a young woman. She had her long black hair braided and running down her back. Her eyes were kind but filled with worry.
"You know him? He was in a small fight a few blocks over. I wasn't sure if it was serious or not so I brought him here." The woman was nodding before Ichigo finished. The worry was still in her eyes but it was dulled by her own resolve.
"Yes, yes. Follow me." He followed her down the hallway to an empty exam room. "Go ahead and set him down." Ichigo did as he was bid. "Now what exactly happened?"
"From what I could see he was punched and his head hit the pavement." Ichigo waited while the doctor examined Toshiro with experienced hands. Whoever this women was, she seemed to know Toshiro and knew what she was doing. A nurse came in and ushered Ichigo out before he could say anything more.
Ichigo paced. He stood outside the room and paced. He couldn't just leave, not until he knew Toshiro would be okay.
"Excuse me Mr…?" Ichigo turned to the doctor.
"Kurosaki, but just call me Ichigo. How is he, will he be okay?" The words rushed out of Ichigo's mouth. He momentarily felt embarrassed, but the woman smiled.
"Ichigo, I'm Ms. Unohana. And yes, Toshiro will be just fine. He has a mild concussion, but a little bed rest and he'll be fine." Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief. "Would you like to see him, I'm sure he'll wake up soon."
"Oh, no. As long as he'll be okay, that's good enough for me." She looked at him with doubt. "No really, just tell him I hope he gets better soon." With that Ichigo quickly turned and walked, almost ran, to the entrance.
Guys like Ichigo just didn't get involved with men with beautiful white hair and teal eyes.
Toshiro's head was pounding. His eyes were still closed and already they ached. Where was he? That last thing he remembered was being hit, then- orange. He remembered orange. The orangette, Ichigo Kurosaki. Did he save him? How did he take on three guys at once?
Bright teal eyes snapped open. Where was Ichigo, was he still here? Looking around, Toshiro realized he was in a hospital room. Everything was white, with no orange to be seen. As Toshiro began to feel disappointment fill him, the door burst open.
"BOSS!" His redheaded assistant burst in. Her blue eyes filled with tears. "Ms. Unohana called the office! What happened, were you hurt? Are you okay?" Toshiro could feel his headache worsen from her insistent questioning. Rangiku then grabbed the small man in a bone-crushing hug, forcing his head into her breasts.
"Rangiku. Let. Me. Go." She quickly released him, ready to ask more questions. "Obviously if I'm in the hospital I was hurt."
"You were attacked Toshiro! My precious boss was hurt!" Toshiro shook his head at her stupid ramblings. The only reason Rangiku thought him 'precious' was because one, he paid her, and two, he wasn't interested in her romantically, or women in general for that matter.
"Where's Ichigo?" Toshiro asked, still wanting to see the orangette
"Who?" Rangiku asked, her rambling interrupted.
"Ichigo Kurosaki. He saved me and brought me here I think." Toshiro was relatively sure that had happened but his memory was still a little fuzzy.
"Wait you mean that Ichigo, sensei Ichigo?" This left Toshiro confused.
"Sensei? What do you mean?"
"Toshiro! Don't you remember the self-defense classes the girls and I went to a while ago?" Toshiro tried and vaguely remembered this but he wasn't sure. "He was a great teacher, gorgeous too! The way you could see those muscles move." Rangiku sighed dramatically. Her description brought a quite detailed picture to Toshiro's mind, making him blush. "It really is too bad he's gay. All that hot male body going to waste on other guys."
"He's gay?" Toshiro quickly asked, blushing deeper and how eager his voice sounded. He hoped Rangiku wouldn't notice, but he hoped in vain. Her eyes lit up mischievously.
"Do you like him Toshiro? I wouldn't have pegged him for your type. I know! When you're all better he should go visit him! Give him a little thank you!" Rangiku waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"Rangiku!" If it was possible Toshiro blushed even deeper.
