This chapter is really short because it was supposed to be part of chapter 7, only when I was typing it up I completely missed it because I had it written in another notebook. Woops. Well, you guys at least get 2 chappies out of it!
Sorry the updates have been kind of slow, work's been really busy and insane and there's been drama in the social life and love life, and what free time I've had has been spent on Zomg MMO game on gaia.
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Throughout the entire ordeal of the bath, Hitsugaya slept deeply, only stirring when Ichigo let go of him. He never fully woke; he just whimpered softly in protest when he felt Ichigo's arms leave him. His small hands clenched and unclenched, searching for the missing, protective warmth.
When they were both fully dressed in their pjs again, Ichigo scooped Hitsugaya back up, tucking his fragile body against his chest. With a contented, small sigh, Hitsugaya immediately settled down into an untroubled sleep with a soft smile on his full, pink lips.
Ichigo could not suppress his own smile. "What a surprise, Toshiro. Who knew you loved to be cuddled when you're sick? I bet you like it when you're healthy, too, but you're just too prickly to admit it." He smiled down at the sleeping beauty wistfully as he carried him to the bedroom.
Ichigo settled them in the bed, Hitsugaya laying face down on his chest with his head tucked under his chin. Ichigo propped himself up with several pillows so Hitsugaya's head was elevated to help keep his airways clear. He yawned hugely, stretching his lanky limbs and making himself comfortable.
He would sleep when Hitsugaya did so he would have the energy to take care of the little shinigami when he needed him. Hitsugaya let out a low whimper of protest, pressing his face into the crook of his strawberry's neck. With a warm smile, the ryoka wrapped his arms around the pale, dainty body. "I could definitely get use to this, Shiro-chan." He kissed the top of Hitsugaya's head and cuddled the sick taichou close.
Ichigo never smiled much himself- he scowled almost as much as Hitsugaya. Almost. But something about the petite, powerful shinigami left him feeling warm and fuzzy deep inside, like a plant with roots and it just bloomed all over his face like a flower in the warm sun.
Hitsugaya made him feel invincible, confident and strong, like he could move mountains or beat Aizen and all of his diabolical minions with one hand tied behind his back, blindfolded and with no bankai. The baby dragon's touch warmed and strengthened his soul, and Ichigo found himself smiling more and more around the dainty, austere prodigy.
With a loud yawn and gentle kiss to Hitsugaya's soft, hot forehead, Ichigo settled down to sleep, the rhythmic breathing of his chest guiding Hitsugaya's own labored breathing.
Tbc…
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