A/N: I hope this'll do for a Christmas gift! Tell me what you think please. I don't mind flames, but you already know that, yeah?
I don't own Bleach. I do wish that I owned Starrk or Urahara, or better yet, both!
Have a very happy holidays!
XOXOXOXO
Chapter 7: Finally!
I stand unmoving in the same spot. This is the first time I ever saw Ichigo this pissed. A few minutes has already passed since I watched Ichigo walk out on me. Somehow it feels as if he left me for good. And I honestly hate the feeling. I run my hand through my hair. I blink a number of times then I walk around in circles looking for something to do with my hands. But I give up anyway. I lean my head on the cold hard wall. I feel so lost all of a sudden.
I trudge heavily toward my bedroom. Ikkaku and Yumi are nowhere in sight but I know all too well that they saw and heard everything. I'm pretty sure they would grill me in the morning. I sigh audibly. I close the door gently and lock it. The lock clicking into place sounds too loud to my ears.
I lay on my bed, thinking. Maybe I do have feelings for the stupid berry after all. Then I realize that I'm still hard. I feel fucking pathetic as I start to pleasure myself with rough strokes, images of Ichigo naked and wide open for me as I fuck him enthusiastically running through my head. I come, but it felt rather unsatisfying. I still think of Ichigo as I drift into a restless sleep.
Morning comes all too soon and I don't feel like getting up and showing my face to the entire fucking world. So this is how it feels when you realize that you lost something really valuable to you. Have I mentioned that I hate it? But I get up anyway, because I'm a stubborn asshole. My mind is reeling. I would think of something to get Ichigo back. The only fear that I have was that I might be too late.
I take a really brief shower. I feel really awful, but somehow the cold water soothes me. As I dry myself with the towel, I catch sight of myself in the mirror. There is a bruise blooming on my cheek, just right under my eye. I gently prod it, but funny, it doesn't hurt much. I guess I had much worse. I dress quickly in a white button down shirt and a pair of loose jeans, knowing that I still have a very long day ahead of me.
I dread facing Ikkaku and Yumi. But I steel myself for the coming onslaught. They are probably talking about what happened last night over breakfast. So typical. But I know that they mean well; they probably knew how I felt for Ichigo even before I ever realized it. Now that I think about it, the fucking debt was just a fucking brilliant idea. My mind goes back to the last time we slept together. I should've known. I feel so stupid that I feel like banging my head on the nearest wall. Really hard.
I walk into the dining area. There is an awkward silence as I sit down and serve myself some food. I know that both of them are stealing glances at me. I am sure that Yumi is itching to have a go at me. He is just like that. I actually wait patiently for them to lambaste me. I manage to eat peacefully for the next ten minutes before Ikkaku clears his throat.
"That's one nasty bruise." He says nonchalantly.
"It's so unpretty." Yumi agrees. I want to roll my eyes at that, but I continue to gobble my food up. "You should slow down Renji, you might choke." He warns me. I think that I deserve to choke, maybe something even worse. Being sentimental is just so unbecoming of me.
I stand up without saying a word. I pick my plate up and put it on the sink. I feel something hard hit the back of my head and hear a loud clanging sound as it hits the floor. I look for the object that hit my head. It's a fucking spoon, with bits of food and saliva on it. I turn around and glare at the two of them. "What the fuck was that all about? Now I have to fucking wash my hair again!" I yell angrily at both of them. Yumi only look at me with a bored expression on his face, his chin resting on his hand.
"You should do something to get Ichigo back." Ikkaku tells me bluntly.
"I know." I say as I throw the spoon into the sink and cross my arms.
"Right." Yumi deadpans. Kami, I really hate him right now. But I know that they are right.
XXX
I stand waiting by my silver Benz SL600 sports car, waiting impatiently for a certain berry to come out of the gate of Karakura high. I kept glancing at my watch. The bulk of the student body had already passed me by, most girls (and some guys) ogling me but I couldn't care less. I was a man on a mission.
It was probably five days since the "incident". The bruise he dealt me then is healing quite nicely. Only yellowish vestiges remain on my cheek, but it's nothing a pair of bug-eye shades cannot conceal. I take another look at my watch when I heard a shrill male voice.
"Eeeep! Sensei! It's that tattooed pervert again!" it's that Kirihara boy, shaking his finger at me. Behind him are the rest of his little group… and my feisty berry. They surround Ichigo like he is a planet, they his moons. He wears the most beautiful smile for those he cares about I realize now. But that smile disappeared and was replaced by a frown as soon as he spotted me. I know that I did an unforgivable thing when we were, well, together, but like I said, I'm a stubborn asshole. His students cannot stop me even if they want to.
"Yo." I give a salute and my most charming smile just to annoy the poor boy. He stands frozen in spot, horrified. I roll my eyes at the sight he makes. I must really be hot if I have that kind of effect.
My Ichigo pinches the bridge of his nose, then takes a deep breath. But I beat him to the punch. "Got time to talk?"
His pouty mouth closes and opens a few times before he could muster an answer. I guess he didn't really expect it. I hope he takes me up on my offer. The kids look at me curiously, then at him, then back to me. They have that kind of rapt attention that you'd only expect during a tennis match.
"We have nothing to talk about." He answers then walks ahead of the group.
I immediately follow and made to grab his arm. I know my grip's strong and it must hurt, but nothing's prepared me for the way Ichigo looked at me. His chocolate brown eyes were hard. I know his students are watching every interaction with bated breath, ready to act if their sensei says so.
"Just a few minutes please." I sound like I'm begging. I really hate to beg, really. But maybe I am, because I realize now that I can't let someone like Ichigo go. Gah, I must really be an idiot then, for me to take a decade to realize this.
"Let go." he said, his lips barely moving, his words barely audible. I reluctantly let go, not because I don't want another bruise on my face, but because the sensation of his skin on mine is just intoxicating.
I watched him walk away again. I feel a tiny twinge in my chest. I have to think of a more creative way to get him back.
XXX
"What did just happen?" it was Aigawa who first spoke. They were all standing where they were, just a few steps from the school gates. They had just witnessed something really confusing.
The boy Sato just looked at him and scratched his head. "Don't ask me. I don't get it either."
Matsunaga spoke next and it was with conviction too. "They must have broken up."
"You mean Sensei and that man? NO! Sensei would never go for a pervert like him!" Nishimura exclaimed, defending her sensei's honor with every last ounce of her power.
"I second the motion." Kirihara agreed.
"I'm pretty sure Sensei can do better than that." Aigawa chimed in.
"But you know, if you guys think about it, the guy is stalking sensei, even threatened my dad if I don't spy for him." Matsunaga reasoned out.
"You know, Hikaru, that kinda makes sense. But I still don't believe Sensei would fall for a pervert like him."
"Uh, guys, we have to get going NOW." Nishimura gently reminded her friends.
"What for, Ai?" Sato asked, looking at her curiously.
The girl rolled her eyes. "We still have a study session at Sensei's. I bet he's waiting for us there right at this moment."
"You're right! We have to get there now!" they all scrambled to reach their Sensei's place in time. They really would not want to have additional exercises to be added to their plate.