Yet another AU. x3 Why are these so fun? Well, I think there will be maybe one or two that aren't AU... I've got one planned that I think might work out un-AU.


Boarding school. Yumichika hadn't wanted to go in the first place, but when he saw the positively /bald/ teenager that was supposed to be his roommate, he was ready to turn around and leave then and there.

He could never stand to be in the same room with someone as ugly as this boy for more than a few minutes! No, this was not going to work at all.

Another thing that annoyed Yumichika - as soon as he walked into their shared room, the boy looked up and asked him if he was in the wrong school. "This is an all boy's school," he'd said.

Yumichika didn't look /that/ much like a girl... sure, his hair might have been waist-length and he may have had extremely perfect features, but he shouldn't be mistaken for a girl, right?

"For your information, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be," Yumichika had replied with, lifting his chin in that arrogant way he'd picked up from his older brother.

"Yeah. Sure. Well, see you later," the boy had said, standing up and waving half-hardheartedly as he left the room.

It had taken Yumichika hours to clean up the scattered clothing. He'd eventually given up, shoving it all onto one of the beds and making the other one, smoothing down the blanket meticulously.

Having nothing to do after putting away his clothes, Yumichika sat down on his bed and just began to read.

About half an hour later, his roommate pushed back in, accompanied by four other boys. They all went silent when they saw Yumichika.

Eventually, the black-haired one spoke. "Dude," he said. "Why do you have a chick in your room?"

Maybe he should have left the black skinny jeans at home. Without the rose they might've been okay, but as they were...

Yumichika's roommate shrugged. "Dunno. Hey, where's all my stuff?"

Yumichika pointed to the other bed. His roommate groaned. "It was in my way," Yumichika said.

"But you aren't doing anything!"

It took weeks for Yumichika to even learn his roommate's name. Ikkaku. And he didn't even know the name from talking; a paper had fallen out of Ikkaku's pocket.

By Christmas, they were on slight speaking terms. Ikkaku had realized that Yumichika was in fact not a girl after accidentally walking in on him changing. It was much less awkward after that.

But as they got closer, almost friends now, they realized they each had those little annoying habits that drove the other crazy. And not in a good way. Yumichika hated it when everything was spread out, Ikkaku found it impossible to find anything if it was all piled up on his bed. Yumichika went to bed at nine-thirty to get enough sleep, Ikkaku preferred to stay up until two or three in the morning.

One of these annoying little arguments started near the end of the school year. They were both packing up to go home. "Could you keep your stuff on your side of the room? It's impossible to find everything with your stuff scattered everywhere!" Ikkaku's socks were thrown across the room, hitting the bald teenager in the head.

"Shut up! I'm trying to pack!" Ikkaku's last statement was punctuated with a yawn. Yumichika snorted.

"Maybe if you wouldn't stay up until three in the morning, you wouldn't be so tired all the time," he muttered, shoving his pajamas violently into his bag.

"What was that?"

They were both yelling now. "I said, maybe if you would actually go to sleep, you wouldn't be so tired all the time!"

"Sorry, princess, miss some of your beauty sleep?"

"As a matter of fact, I did! Even when you do sleep you snore loud enough to wake up the entire floor!"

"I do not snore!"

"Yes, you do! And you're bald!"

This was a mistake on Yumichika's part. The room fell into an uneasy silence. Yumichika looked over at the bald teenager. Uh-oh. He looked quite angry.

"Bald?" Ikkaku said, voice dangerously low. "Bald?"

Needless to say, Yumichika left the room with a black eye. End of year one.

The next year, Yumichika came back with considerably less hair than before. Everything picked up right where it had ended last year, with arguments and fights.

On night, it was completely and utterly quiet. They were both sitting on the floor, avoiding each others eyes. "So..." Ikkaku said, trailing off.

"Yeah..." Yumichika replied.

"It's quiet," Ikkaku said. Yumichika nodded. Ikkaku continued. "So... do you have a date to that one thing?"

"Yep," Yumichika said. Ikkaku looked around the room. For some reason, he liked it better when they were fighting.

Yumichika felt entirely different. He enjoyed the silence, and it was nice not screaming insults at the bald teenager across from him. There was one thing that unnerved him about Ikkaku, though.

The boy was turning him gay.

Most people would think, by Yumichika's appearance, that he was gay. That wasn't true. His date 'to that one thingy' was a girl he'd liked for a while, and it didn't even matter if she was taller than him.

But he was slowly and surely falling in love with Ikkaku.

'That one thingy' came and went. Yumichika was home later than usual; Ikkaku generally would have would have been sleeping.

But when Yumichika stepped through the door of their room, he was still awake, stretched across the floor, staring into a lit candle. Despite the initial weirdness of the entire situation, Yumichika threw his coat on the ground - on the ground, instead of taking the time to put it away - and laid down on his bed.

"Have a good time?" Ikkaku asked, yawning. Yumichika nodded, keeping his eyes on the ceiling. This was not normal behavior for Yumichika, especially if you considered the fact that Ikkaku hadn't gotten a date for the dance.

"I'm going to sleep," Yumichika said after a bout of silence. Not even bothering to change out of the clothes he had been wearing - or to even take off his shoes... what was wrong with Yumichika tonight? - he turned on his side and was silent.

A few more years passed, and eventually, they were packing to go home for the last time. There was the same throwing of socks and bickering, though it seemed to be more lighthearted now, because Ikkaku wasn't taking it as seriously.

Even if Yumichika would have mentioned the lack of hair, Ikkaku wouldn't hit him again. Over the years, he'd begun to think of Yumichika as something fragile, something that he shouldn't hurt. Something like a girl.

Of course, he rarely had reservations being rough around girls. Unless it was one of those girls that made his entire head turn bright red, one of those girls that he liked to stalk on Facebook. Not like Kukaku Shiba, or Rangiku Matsumoto, or even Nel. No, Yumichika was more like... like Orihime Inoue and Rukia Kuchiki. The small, fragile ones.

Ikkaku had to remind himself often that Yumichika was male. But on that last packing day, with Yumichika's iPod playing sad, slow music, Ikkaku was seeing him as a girl, packing her things slowly and carefully. Folding each pair of clothes neatly, packing a brush in a carry-on bag for easy access.

Ikkaku was done packing, and he had been done for a while. He was going to stay here as long as he could, until his ride texted him to tell him that they were here.

And when that point in time came, he would kiss Yumichika and leave, never see him again. Yes, that would work. He would never see the boy again.

His phone buzzed. "Oh, I gotta go," he muttered. Yumichika didn't even look up. Ikkaku bit his lip and snapped the phone shut. He walked over to Yumichika and, before the narcissist could react, turned him around and kissed him.

He exited quickly.

The whole thing of never seeing Yumichika again didn't really work out. After moving out and finding his own place, Yumichika moved in next door.


I'm not a big fan of this one. x3 But I kind of like it anyway. It doesn't have as much of a plot as the other ones, but I like the ending... anyway, thanks for reading!