WHAT IS LEFT

yup chappie four. Damn, gotta go shovel snow soon... enjoy!

So far, Hichigo had only suffered a week of this. Camp rules, every Saturday the councillors had an interview with each of their group members to assess their progress. It was Hichigo's turn again.

"Will you tell me why you were sent here now?" Ichigo asked, eyes trained on the clipboard in his lap. He was wringing the hem of his shirt the way he did when he was aggravated.

"Yup." Ichigo looked up expectantly. "I wanted to have fun." the other boy sighed, the wringing of his shirt hem constant.

"You can't come here for that reason..." he sighed out, writing a small 'N' in a check box.

"Sure I can. I want to hang around with the other nut jobs and freaks." Ichigo glared at the smug grin on Hichigo's lips. He went back to wringing his shirt hem. Then completed an exercise his sempai had taught him. Breathe in, count to four. Breathe out, count to four. And repeat. It calmed him down slightly.

"Nobody here is a nut job. And I don't want to fight with you anymore. Can you just tell me what you came here for?" Hichigo laughed manically when he realized he was ticking the leader off.

"How about you tell me first. This place is all about trust right?" he added little giggles onto his statement. "You tell me and I'll tell you." Ichigo pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to quell a coming headache.

"It doesn't work like that." he snarled. He nearly ripped his shirt hem, then forced himself to let it go.

"Then you're not getting a word." Ichigo ran his hand through his hair. Hichigo smirked, he was paying the bastard back. "Alright. I'll tell you now, for real. When I was younger...my cousin...he..he.." Hichigo put his head in his hands, taking a deep breathe. "I'm sorry I haven't said this for a while..."

Ichigo's eyes softened, and he smiled a little, patting Hichigo back in an awkward form of comfort. He wasn't good at this stuff anyway. "It's alright. You gotta get it out sometime right? We can sit here as long as you like."

Five minutes passed. And Hichigo took deep gulping breathes, Ichigo's hand was rubbing the spot between his shoulder blades, where his scar was. "You see...my cousin...he got me...addicted..." another long pause. "To blue raspberry."

"GAH!" Ichigo yelled, snatching his hand away from Hichigo's back as he came up, laughing his head off.

"You fell for it, you idiot." Hichigo said with a smirk. "I'm never gonna tell you. That's all there is to it."

The night fell quietly. Hichigo could hear owls hooting in the wood, and small scampering noises. His flashlight was running out of batteries. A pair of Duracell fell onto his journal. "You're running out right?" Ichigo asked, looking down at him from the top bunk. Hitsugaya had stolen his bed again.

"Thanks..." Hichigo grunted. He turned back to his writing, making sure Ichigo couldn't read it from the odd angle he was hanging at.

He's nice when he wants to be. And he just gave me batteries for my flashlight. He's a dork. But he's a nice, annoying dork. And I can see why everyone else likes him. I hope we play that stupid knot game again. It was fun purposely touching Hitsugaya to freak him out. Ichigo caught me and yelled at me after. Renji was doing in too, but he didn't get caught...stupid...

He looked back at all his journal entries since the time he arrived at the camp. And he realized something.

Every entry had something to do with Ichigo.

"Good night, Hichigo. Hurry up and turn off the flash light." Ichigo said, rolling back over into his bunk.

"G'night..." Hichigo said dulling. He followed instructions, but he was unable to sleep with that new discovery weighing on his mind. As well as old pains.

What is left?

We have pulled too far.

OWARI

woot. First real hint of Hichi x Ichi. (I know y'all have been dying to see a little. Heh) zombie princess says love (or hate, however you look at it) and review! Woot! Chappie 5 up next!