Chapter 7: The Uncommon Quota ~ Hitsugaya
The only thing that I and Ichigo Kurosaki had in common was probably that we were both males. I could not think of anything else that we did share in common. Maybe the fact that we both still didn't know one another well? No, that was a rather ludicrous similarity. Both of them are.
"Here." I flinched as my thoughts were ran through and I turned my head to see Ichigo holding out a steaming bowl of what appeared to be ramen with the chopsticks sticking out. I took it carefully and he then sat on the bed with his own bowl. "Hope it's to your liking, don't want to make you hate your own favorite food." He smiled some.
"Wha-..." Oh wait, I had lied and said I enjoyed this food. I shut my mouth and then worked with the chopsticks to get a few noodles. I brought it to my mouth and took my first bite, breaking some of the longer noodles. He eyed me again just as he had with the tea. I chewed then swallowed. "It's good." I muttered and continued to eat.
"I'm glad you think so." He beamed at me. I paused in my eating, looking down at the bowl.
"Ichigo..."
He had a full mouth. "Yuh?" He sounded rather ridiculous.
"I do not believe we have anything in common."
I heard him swallow. "I'm sure we do..." He began. "We just have to look for it together."
"Do we really need something in common to have a conversation?"
"Well usually it can help." He ate more of his ramen getting a thoughtful look on his face. "It gives a more comfortable feel knowing that you and the person you are talking to share some common interest."
I nodded and continued to eat then I stopped. "We are both male."
He laughed looking to me. "Is that the only thing you can find in common with us?"
I glanced to him then away nodding slightly, he chuckled.
"Do you like being 'male'." He spoke the word as if it were a delicate topic; he paused before he said it. I was failing once again at a conversation. But why did I want to have one with this man so badly?
I juggled the question in my head. "Yes..."
"Are you not one for females?"
"There are not many in the force, but the ones who are, are rather... strange... especially with Euphoria in them..."
"Define strange." He pointed his chopsticks at me.
"They are rather childish... and seem to have emotion... in the more sense of the attraction to the opposite sex."
"They hit on guys?"
"Hit?" Why would they hit fellow officers?
"They are flirting with other guys, flaunting with them... do they flaunt with you?"
I thought about it. "...Yes... but I choose to ignore them... I guess I'm just really not one for females."
He smiled at me. "That's something we have in common."
"What?"
"We don't really have attraction to the opposite sex..."
"I suppose." I mused at the thought. With not being attracted to women did this mean that men could only satisfy me? How would that work though? A man and a woman were compatible to the point they could create another being. But a man with a man... a male with a male? It just seemed so...
"Something wrong?" He broke my thoughts again.
I paused and then looked to him fully. "So you are attracted to other males? You act with males as if you would a woman when you are 'together' in a 'relationship'?"
A red tinge came over the skin on his face and he glanced away from me scratching at the side of his face with a finger, his other hand holding his ramen bowl. "...Y-yeah..."
"How can something like that work?"
He turned back to me. "Huh?"
"Never mind..." I decided to stop there.
"Alright."
We finished the rest of our meal in silence, I did not look his way but I could constantly feel his eyes glancing to me, trailing over me and I wanted to shudder but my shaking had seized completely and if I did shudder nothing could hide it. His lie he had told about the reason he kept me close now seemed stronger in my mind but I didn't know why.
He collected our bowls once we had finished and then disappeared he soon returned and sat down on the bed again.
"Toshiro?"
I rubbed the fabric of the blanket that covered me between my fingers; I did not lift my head. "Yes?"
"Do you still hate me? Do you still wanna kill me?"
"No." I did not pause, the questions did not need to be thought over, he had shown me hospitality and in no way showed the want to harm me either. I glanced to see that he was smiling at me, he shifted forward and I felt his hand on mine. I looked into his eyes, his eyes of an endless auburn color. His face came closer to mine and I found myself frozen for a moment then I turned away. "I feel a bit tired again Ichigo... may I please rest..."
I felt his breath disappear from my skin, his hand pull away from mine and a saddened tone filled his voice. "Yeah... I'll try to keep it down this time." The weight on the bed shifted and I heard as he walked across the room, the footsteps becoming fainter and fainter. This moment seemed tragic, dramatic, and melancholy from his standpoint. "If you need anything just call..." I heard as his hand grasped the knob of the door, I heard the minuscule squeak of the door as it was brought closer to the frame. I did not hear the door lock click, he had left it cracked, I could still feel his eyes on me for a moment, then the feeling disappeared just like his footsteps.
I now pondered these human feelings.
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