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Warnings: language, new crack pairing.
Oh no - no way - I would do anything for love,
But I won't do that, I won't do that, anything for love,
I would do anything for love, I would do anything for love,
But I won't do that, I won't do that.
I would do anything for love – Meatloaf
The next week flew by faster than Ichigo had expected. His days had fallen into a routine: wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, meet Aizen for his special lessons, go home before seven to have dinner with his family, do homework, and then bed. Now it was finally time to put his plan into action. Over the weekend he'd finished his preparations by making a difficult choice: who would be first?
He'd discussed it with Aizen and Rukia and both had suggested he go with someone easy for his first target, someone who couldn't overpower him if things got out of hand. Rukia had suggested he take down Renji first and, as she put it, 'make him cry like the little bitch he is'. But he still wasn't sure he was ready to face Renji. Their last encounter had gone horribly, and the redhead had been all over him. Sure, he'd be easy to seduce and it probably wouldn't be hard to drag him away from his herd, but he didn't think he was ready for him yet.
Nnoitra and Grimmjow were out of the question. Both were both bigger and most likely stronger than him, and he didn't want to start his revenge by ending up in the hospital (or a grave). Ikkaku would also take some time. The man didn't seem too bad; all he had to do was build up the guy's ego, but like the other two, he was a seasoned fighter and would be difficult to take down if things went wrong.
Uryu seemed like an easier target and Szayel had promised to give him something special to use against some of the tougher bullies if he humiliated his foe. It was very tempting, but Uryu was the top student in the school for a reason and Ichigo was going to need some help to take him down. Then there was Ulquiorra, but he had some special plans for the goth he intended to put into motion later on.
Only one other person remained, but luckily, he was perfect. Easily swayed by anyone and everyone so long as his or her face wasn't scarred up or breaking out with zits popping from every nook and cranny. He'd go along with whatever the orange haired teen had in mind. The last and final choice...
"Hey, you're Yumichika, right?" Ichigo asked as he stopped at the black haired boy's locker. This was the perfect opportunity to talk to him while he was separated from his friends (especially the bald one).
"Yes, and you are Ichigo." Yumichika turned and smirked at the teen, eyeing him with approval. Yes, definitely beautiful.
"Yeah, I'm surprised you remembered my name." Ichigo raised an arm above the locker to hold Yumichika's interest, though the other teen seemed to have his full attention on him already. Really? You remember my name? When we were younger, you used to make fun of my hair and clothes. Besides that, you insulted the coat my mother bought. Do you remember that? His eyes narrowed, the pain hitting more forcefully with that last thought. When he was younger his mother had bought all his clothes and he was always willing to wear whatever she bought, just like most little boys. She was his world, and it only added insult to injury when this little pompous asshole insulted her choice. He may have been a momma's boy back then, but he hadn't cared then and he didn't care now. No one was more important to him.
"Oh of course, I mean, who wouldn't remember such a beautiful boy such as yourself? I mean you have the perfect height; your hair screams for attention; you neither have rolls hanging off of you nor are you skinny to the point one can see your bones; your eyes are the perfect shade of brown; your jaw is perfectly proportioned; oh, I could go on! The only thing I don't know about is your fashion sense, but I'm sure you have good taste since you take such good care of yourself," Yumichika gushed, flipping a lock of hair behind his ear.
If it had been any other guy trying to flatter him, he might have blushed. If this had happened a week ago, he'd have turned scarlet and needed to be revived by the paramedics. Now, however, he felt nothing as a seductive smile spread across his lips and he leaned closer to the other teen so he could feel his cool minty breath, just as Aizen had taught him. Not so close that his prey felt cornered, but just enough that it seemed that nothing in the world mattered except him. If his little pawn wanted to flatter him, he should use that to his advantage because it could be turned into a weakness. And when there was weakness, he should pounce.
"I was thinking the same thing about you," Ichigo purred, and inwardly grinned when he saw a faint blush spread across Yumichika's cheeks. Holy shit it works! That man should write a book! Wait, I'll celebrate later after he's done whimpering in the corner, Ichigo thought to himself, watching as the stray lock of hair slipped from behind Yumichika's ear and into his face once more.
"You should really do something about your hair," Ichigo murmured, taking the lock of hair between two fingers and brushing it back behind the black haired teen's ear. "Your face is too beautiful to hide." He watched with satisfaction as Yumichika's face turned bright red. He had him! He had the little fucker right where he wanted him. How does it feel being on the other side? He shouted in his mind, but he kept his emotions in check just as Aizen had instructed.
"Y-you really th-think so?" Yumichika stammered, putting his hands on his cheeks in embarrassment. He began swaying back and forth giddily, falling deeper into the unknown trap.
"Of course. I mean, who doesn't?" Ichigo caressed the side of his face. The other teen seemed to be having trouble finding his tongue and Ichigo knew this was the perfect time to strike, when his prey was the most vulnerable. "Hey, I was wondering, do you want to hang out after school? You know, to get to know each other better?" he asked seductively, and had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. It truly was wonderful being on the other side and watching other people squirm. He didn't know why he hadn't tried this sooner!
"Oh, I'll drop my plans if it means getting to know you better." Yumichika smirked at him and continued to sway from side to side in glee. It was only a few days ago that he'd been feeling jealous because Ikkaku had commented that he would do anything to get a taste of that 'nice piece of meat' that had just entered their school. His friend would be so jealous of him. Him, being the first one to date the total hottie. Oh, so many people were going to be jealous of him and he couldn't wait to see the envy on their faces!
"Great, I'll meet you after school then." Ichigo gave the other teen's face one last caress, nearly making him pass out, before he slowly turned away and began walking in the opposite direction. Everything was going according to plan, and so long as he was able to carry out the rest of it, Yumichika would be running home in tears.
He was so caught up in thought that he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, and accidentally ran into another student. He frowned as he looked up to see a taller teen with blue hair. "Oh, sorry." Ichigo stared into Grimmjow's eyes, feeling an immediate need to get the hell out of there. He was ready to take on the small fry, but the bigger fish would have to come later.
"Hey, you're new here right?" Grimmjow asked, grabbing ahold of Ichigo's arm. Ichigo froze. Against his will, memories of the other boy jumping on him and smashing his face into the mud played through his mind.
"Y-y-yeah," Ichigo muttered, feeling slightly panicked until the other teen let go of his arm. Maybe he'd noticed that Ichigo felt uncomfortable, but either way he really didn't care. He just wanted to get away.
"How about I show ya around here?" Grimmjow suggested, grinning down at the boy. He knew his stalker ex-boyfriend was right behind him, and maybe if he saw him with the new student the little fucker would finally get the hint and get a life. Besides, the others were right about him; the new kid was easy on the eyes.
"Uh, I have, uh, class and stuff, and then I'm going out with someone." Ichigo wanted to kick himself in the head. He'd thought he'd rid himself of the habit of rambling stupidly under pressure, and here he was back to it. Maybe a few more lessons with Aizen would be needed before he went after the others.
"...See ya." Ichigo pushed past the frowning teen in a hurry, desperate to get away. He didn't need this right now! He needed to prepare himself for Yumichika and get ready to seduce the little bastard!
Luckily, Ichigo was able to regain his composure and made sure to stay as far away as he could from his other targets. Of course, that was easier said than done since Nnoitra and Ulquiorra were in his last class. The tall, annoying teen kept pestering him, but at least he was pissing him off rather than making him blush. Ulquiorra just stared at him during the class and it was beginning to freak him out. Since the other teen was straight he couldn't be thinking of him in that way, but he resolved to be a little more cautious around the goth.
"So, what do you have in mind?" Yumichika asked him from the passenger seat of his car. He forced a soft smile to spread across his face as he turned right down a street. The buildings slowly faded from view and were replaced by forest.
"I heard about this little place up the road. I'm not sure if you've heard of it, it's called 'Eighth'. It's a good hangout during the day and it turns into a bar after nine. I heard it was really cool there and I thought it would be the perfect place for our first date." Ichigo smirked when he saw the other teen blush and turn his head towards the window to hide his flushed face. And if he was correct, his father's old roommate, Shunsui, still owned the place…
"Oh my, is this it?" Yumichika asked as they came to an old sign that was badly in need of a paint job. Behind it was a beaten up building with grey siding that seemed to be in the process of falling off. The place looked like a total dump, but Ichigo imagined that what worried Yumichika the most was the number of motorcycles lined up in the parking lot.
"They look a little busy; maybe we should come back?" the other teen said hesitantly as Ichigo pulled into the parking lot and found a spot not too far from the entrance. This place gave him the creeps, and it needed some serious remodeling. A shiver ran down Yumichika's spine when Ichigo gave his knee a small squeeze before unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car. Oh, the things he would do to be this hottie's first, but the mere thought of the ugliness that must reside inside that building made him feel nauseous. He only hoped the place was at least somewhat clean.
"You alright?" Ichigo asked. He put an arm around the teen's shoulders and brought him close, causing the now all-too-familiar blush to return to the black haired boy's cheeks. Perfect. Now all he had to do was get the little sheep inside so the wolves could take care of him.
"Yeah, I think so," Yumichika answered as Ichigo opened the door and held it open for him. He stepped through the threshold and was greeted by the smell of cigarette smoke, liquor, and…was that chili? It smelled as if it had been thrown up.
"Hey Shunsui-san!" Ichigo waved to an older man with black curly hair tied into a ponytail and a five o'clock shadow. He dragged Yumichika further into the den, and the other boy eyed all the sweaty bikers uneasily.
"Ah, Ichigo! I heard your family moved back. How's your old man?" Shunsui asked as he cleaned a glass with the green apron wrapped around his waist. Ichigo sat down next to a sleeping biker whose head was resting against the counter in a puddle of his own drool.
"Oh, he's the same as usual." Ichigo shrugged, then turned to Yumichika when the still-standing teen tugged at his shirt. He was still eyeing the bikers, who were in turn licking their lips at him.
"Is there a restroom here?" Yumichika whispered, afraid to turn his back on the gang.
"Just go down to the end of the bar and make a right," Shunsui explained to the pale teen, who bit his lip and averted his eyes. He looked terrified, and Shunsui wondered why Ichigo had brought him.
"Thanks," the black haired teen mumbled. He looked at Ichigo anxiously, almost as if he wanted the other teen to go with him to the bathroom. Either that or he was afraid he'd get jumped if he went in there. After a few more seconds Yumichika was finally able to force himself to relax enough to head for the bathroom, peeking over his shoulder all the while to make sure no one was following him.
"If I may ask, Ichigo-kun, what's up with him?" Shunsui asked, placed his hands on the counter. Ichigo sighed and scowled before leaning forward as if he was telling the older man a secret. This was perfect, exactly how he'd imagined it. The only thing that could make it more perfect was if he could get the older man to help him, and knowing him, he would.
"I got set up on a blind date with him. He's really sensitive so I didn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him I wasn't interested. That's kinda why I brought him here." Ichigo glanced over towards the door Yumichika had disappeared into to make sure the teen hadn't changed his mind due to the poor conditions in the bathroom.
"Sorry to hear that. If only you were as lucky as I am in finding love. Ah, speak of the devil! Here she is." Shunsui stood up straight and waved to a woman who was wearing glasses and had her hair tied into a bun. "Nanao, my darling love–" he sang before the woman slammed her hand on the table, startling Ichigo.
"Where did you find the alcohol? I thought I hid it so you couldn't get drunk until after eight o'clock," the woman, Nanao, scolded the older man who now wore a hurt expression.
"You wound me, my lovely–" Shunsui followed her movements as she went to the back to get changed for work.
"Don't start," she cut him off before she disappeared into the employees' area.
"Tough love," Ichigo muttered, and rested an elbow on the counter as he began picking through a bowl of nuts on the table. "So can you help me get rid of this guy or do I have to drag him home and introduce him to goat face?" he asked. He had much bigger plans, but he figured that if worst came to worst he'd take his bullies home and introduce them to Isshin Kurosaki's Super Awesome Daddy Kick In The Face.
"Nah, we'll help ya. Right boys?" Shunsui called to the bikers, who turned to look at the owner. "This poor guy got stuck on a blind date with that prissy kid, you think you can help him out?" he asked. Ichigo turned to see several of the bikers chatting amongst themselves, occasionally looking back at Ichigo and eyeing him. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to get bikers involved...
"We'll help," the biker next to Ichigo answered with a yawn. Ichigo turned to the biker gang leader who had finally woken up. He had a neatly trimmed goatee and wavy brown hair that reached his shoulders. He wore black jeans with a white shirt and a leather vest. Around his neck hung a necklace made of a bunch of teeth, making it look almost as if he had a second jaw.
"Coyote Stark," the man introduced himself to the teen, who was eyeing the older man with admiration.
"Er, Ichigo Kurosaki." Ichigo shook the older man's hand and felt him run his fingers over the teen's knuckles. He did his best not to blush and felt damn proud of himself for keeping his composure, especially when Yumichika rounded around the corner.
"Can we please leave? You have no idea how long it took me to scrub that toilet seat. I don't know what that green stuff on it was and I really don't want to know. I just want to go home and take a shower." Yumichika rubbed his arms together across his chest. "Maybe you could come over," he suggested with a smile, already trying his best to forget about this atrocious place.
"Hey, girly, why don't you come over here and sit on my lap," one of the bikers said with a laugh, pulling his chair back and slapping his knee. The teen turned and sneered at the ugly biker. There was a better chance of Ikkaku growing hair than of him sitting on this biker's knee.
"I don't think so," Yumichika said sharply, moving closer to Ichigo to calm his nerves.
"Hey, leave him alone guys," Stark called to his group, then turned back towards Ichigo and Yumichika. "So, where did you want your tattoo?" he asked Ichigo, giving him a small wink to tell him to play along.
"Hm, I was thinking of getting one on my inner thigh to match the other," Ichigo told the biker, who frowned and glanced down at the teen's lap. He knew they were only playing, but now he was wondering if the teen was serious about the tattoo. If he was, Stark wanted to see it!
"What about you, Yumi?" Ichigo purred, bringing an arm around the other teen's waist to pull him closer. "You want to get a tattoo together? It'll make this day even more special than it already is," he said huskily. Yumichika instantly forgot about the horrible time he'd been having and seemed to perk up when Ichigo said it could be "more memorable". However, a tattoo? Ikkaku had shown him the dragon he had on his back, but he'd never considered getting one himself and the idea really didn't appeal to him.
"I don't really know. I mean..." Yumichika stuttered uncontrollably. He desperately tried to come up with some excuse to explain why he couldn't get a tattoo, but when Ichigo grabbed his hand and brought it to his lips his mind went completely blank.
"I was thinking maybe a small heart on both our shoulders. That way we'll always be connected," Ichigo whispered, not believing the crap that was coming out of his mouth. He couldn't believe this was working, but Aizen had said that it never failed. The weaker prey caves easily and will blindly follow after a few pretty words. It was definitely true in this case.
"...Okay," Yumichika answered before he could stop himself. "We can get them. Eventually. Later," he added hastily, finally shaking himself free of the spell. He only hoped that the other teen wouldn't remember his promise later on and make him follow through.
"Why later? We've got everything set up from when D-Roy got his earlier," Stark told the younger man as he stood up and stretched his tired limbs. "I'll take Ichigo to get his and Yammy can do yours." He wrapped an arm around Ichigo's shoulders, sparking a flare of jealousy in the other teen. He was the one suffering in this dump; he deserved to at least be in the same room to make sure his future boyfriend wasn't being hit on by some biker.
"Wait," Yumichika started to protest, but his voice died when a large hand fell on his shoulder. He turned to see an extremely large, bald man with a red beard standing behind him. He grinned down at the poor kid menacingly.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," Yammy promised and began dragging Yumichika towards the back, Ichigo and Stark following behind. The black haired teen eyed his love interest anxiously, but Ichigo only smiled and nodded at him encouragingly before the door closed and he was trapped in a small room with the much larger man.
He turned and saw that boxes cluttered both sides of the room. A calendar was in the back with various markings on it. In the center of the room was a table, that he guessed he was supposed to lie on. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt that much. Then you can go back to being with your boyfriend," Yammy told the teen as he went to get his equipment ready.
Yumichika bit his lip. If he was going to get a tattoo it would have to be a beautiful one, something that symbolized who he was. He supposed that a small heart couldn't be that bad. At least it wasn't a gravestone or any of the other hideous marks he had seen before on ugly men. Besides, after this Ichigo would be more inclined to go out with him again and he could show him off around school. He knew how much Renji, Nnoitra, and some of the others wanted to get into the strawberry's pants, and he could be the first to do it!
"Take off your shirt," Yammy told him, motioning the teen towards the table. Yumichika finally got up his nerve and took off his school uniform shirt, placing it neatly on one of the boxes before lying on the table face down. "Which shoulder do ya want it on?"
"The left," the teen replied, and shuddered as he felt the older man run a hand up his back. Hadn't he ever heard of moisturizer?
The man cleaned his upper back with alcohol and he closed his eyes as he felt the first prick. He just kept trying to keep his mind on Ichigo. The sexy orange haired teen that would soon be his. The envy everyone would feel when they saw them together. Maybe that would teach Ikkaku to…
"Ah hak," Yammy choked, and Yumichika's eyes shot open when he felt something land on his head. "Oh, sorry. Don't worry, it'll come out," he assured the teen as he looked down at the gum, and Yumichika had to bring his hand up to his mouth to keep himself from screaming bloody murder. This man had just ruined one of the loveliest works of art in the history of mankind: his hair! He had spent hundreds of dollars just to make sure every strand was in perfect alignment!
"We're almost done," Yammy told the seething teen. He smirked down at the boy and ran his eyes down his body. Not bad, he thought, bringing his other hand along the teen's back and making him freeze. Not bad at all. He could be a good little bitch. He finished and put down the needle, but didn't remove his hands from the boy.
"Since I'm doing this free of charge..." Yammy bent down and whispered in the teen's ear licking the shell of the lobe, "I figure I deserve a little something." He cupped Yumichika's ass.
"Get off you disgusting troll!"
Ichigo looked over at Stark, who had been resting his eyes until then. They had been listening to Yumichika's ordeal the whole time, and Ichigo hadn't been able to hold back a grin when Stark mentioned that Yammy hadn't been laid in years. Furthermore, he liked small black haired boys, especially pretty ones like Yumichika.
He heard the door in the next room slam open and peeked out to see Yumichika running towards the front with his shirt in hand. He covered his mouth to restrain a laugh when he saw the tattoo on the teen's left shoulder that read:
"Yammy's Bitch"
The giant man also got points for the gum in the boy's hair, and the fact that he was chasing him down the hallway declaring his love for the poor teen. If this hadn't scared him, nothing would.
"Thanks." Ichigo turned back to Stark, who yawned again before grinning.
"Happy to help." He pushed himself off the wall and walked towards Ichigo with a sheepish grin. "Is there anything else you need?" he asked, leaning down close to Ichigo who took a step back.
"Not now, but thanks," Ichigo replied, causing the older man to move back a little in disappointment.
"If you ever need anything, just contact me and we'll scare away anyone else who's after you." Stark handed his card to the attractive teen, who took it with a smile. "However, this time it was free, but next time I'm going to charge you." He smiled down at the teen, eyeing his body appreciatively. He already knew what kind of payment plan he'd be accepting if the teen ever called.
Tensa gazed with suspicion at the albino sitting across from him at the dinner table. He knew Shirosaki better than anyone, probably even better than himself, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to see that something was off. It wasn't as if he was sick or anything; if he'd been sick then he and the old man wouldn't have heard the end of it while Shirosaki tried to act like the king of the house again. No, it was something else, and he knew his suspicions were correct because he was doing the one thing he never did: being quiet. The albino usually never shut up and always kept talking even if no one was listening. Him being quiet meant that something was up.
"How was school today?" Zangetsu asked, wiping his mouth as he gazed down at the two boys. Tensa wasn't the only one who knew Shirosaki was up to something.
"Fine."
Tensa narrowed his eyes at the answer. He couldn't remember the last time, if ever, the albino had responded to a query with one word. Something was definitely up.
"It was okay. We took our test today." Tensa shrugged before he placed down his chopsticks. He noticed that Shiro kept staring at his plate and was pushing his food (mainly the broccoli) from side to side, mixing it with the rice. He hadn't said one word to him, and now that Tensa thought about it, he hadn't looked at him since they'd left for school that morning.
"Excuse me." Tensa stood up and bowed his head to his father before grabbing Shiro by the arm and dragging him down the hall to their room.
"Hey, what's your problem?" Shiro cursed at him, and ripped his arm free as soon as they were in their room. He narrowed his eyes at the black haired teen, who shut the door before turning to him.
"I would like to ask you the same thing. Why have you been so quiet?" Tensa asked him, crossing his arms over his chest.
Shiro's gazed traveled downward as he turned and sat down on his bed. Once again he was trying to avoid the conversation, but Tensa was going to get answers out of him even if he had to beat the albino to a bloody pulp – again.
"Shiro, I will give you to the count of three before I drag the answers out of you, and do not lie and tell me nothing is wrong. I can tell just by looking at you that you are up to something," Tensa warned, and watched as Shiro bit his lip.
"One."
Shiro winced, knowing that Tensa meant business.
"Two."
He fidgeted with his jeans, his mind racing as he tried to decide what to do. He could either get beat up by Tensa now or later. He'd find out one way or another.
"Thr-" Tensa began when Shiro finally stood up.
"Fine, I'll tell you!" Shiro finally cracked and ran a hand through his shaggy white hair. He didn't know how he kept getting dragged into these situations, but bad luck had always followed him. "I talked to Ichi last week and he said he was going through with his plan to get revenge on those guys. All of them are in his classes, and all of them seemed interested in him." Shiro bit his lip and folded his hand into a fist. He would have loved nothing more than to drive down there and beat them up himself. No one touched his King!
"Anyways, he said he found some people that want to help him get revenge. One of them is even teaching Ichi how to flirt." Shiro looked up at Tensa, who raised an eyebrow. Everyone knew that Ichigo couldn't flirt. Heck, he couldn't even compliment a guy without blushing. "He sounded a little nervous and said he wasn't sure if he could go through with it. He was worried that something could go wrong…" He paused and bowed his head again as Tensa sighed.
"I knew this was a bad idea, but Ichigo is too hotheaded sometimes to listen to reason. He could get seriously hurt if one of these bullies of his figure out what he's doing, and they're bound to figure it out when they're all taken out one by one even if they are brainless idiots. You should have discouraged this if you wanted to protect Ichigo, but I guess I am the only one who cares for his well-being," Tensa said disapprovingly, and Shiro raised his head to glare at the black haired teen.
"Like hell ya do! Where were ya when all those guys were chasing after his ass before? I was the one beatin' the shit outta them," Shiro snarled. He slowly took a step towards Tensa, daring him to challenge him.
"And I was there to console him during his time of need. He has been through a lot of heartache since his mother died, and I never saw him turn to you." Tensa caught Shiro's fist before it could connect. "Not only that, who do you think talked to him after you two broke up?" Shiro's fist slid out of his hand and his expression softened. His golden eyes turned downcast once more as he made his way back to his bed. "He said it was one of the hardest breakups he'd ever had," he told the albino, who rested his elbows on his knees and bowed his head.
"He and I agreed it was for the best," Shiro whispered, feeling a twinge of guilt at the knowledge that Ichigo had been hurt by their breakup. The other teen hadn't shown it; he always pretended everything was fine. They had dated for four whole months and they loved each other deeply, but in the end they were forced to admit that they didn't love each other like lovers. Ichigo was like his brother, and that had made it awkward. It had been almost like dating Tensa; he loved him, but never in that way. The three of them, Ichigo, Tensa, and himself, shared a special bond that no one could break. He knew that Ichigo and Tensa would give their lives for him, and he'd do the same for them in a heartbeat. That was why he was so worried about his King being so far out of his reach. How was he supposed to protect him, especially when there was danger lurking around the corner?
"And is what's best for him pitting him against people he may not be ready to face?" Tensa asked, and Shiro rolled his eyes. He really hated Tensa sometimes, especially when he was right. Unfortunately, that was all the time.
"Ya know how hurt he was, and a little payback might be able ta help heal some wounds. Besides, he has people to help him with it and…" Shiro paused, realizing his mistake.
"And what?" Tensa asked, approaching the albino once more. Once again, Shiro refused to look at him.
"Uh, he may have more help coming," Shiro mumbled, and turned his head in the other direction.
"What do you mean?" Tensa narrowed his eyes, his voice taking on a darker tone.
"Well I was worried about Ichi and since the old man doesn't believe in cars and says that we should walk everywhere and be all 'one with nature' and shit, I can't exactly go down there and help him. Ya gotta remember, I was pissed and I wanted Ichi safe, so ... I kinda let it slip to one of his other exes what's going on at his new school," Shiro whispered, avoiding Tensa's gaze as best he could.
"Which one?" Tensa asked dangerously, and watched as Shiro's eyes shifted towards his feet.
"His first boyfriend." Shiro bit his lip. Tensa rarely expressed shock or surprise, and if Shiro had had a camera he'd have taken the shocked teen's picture and posted it all over Facebook.
Tensa continued to stare down at Shiro with shock. This was bad. Very bad. Some poor teen down at Karakura Town was going to die.
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Yumichika and the Yammy
I was actually surprised so many people wanted Yumichika first, then it went to Renji, and then they went back and force until Yumichika won.
Next Vote: Renji, Uryu, Ikkaku or Nnoitra
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