Chapter 9!

HEY WAIT!

I HAVE ONE THING TO SAY BEFORE YOU START READING, SO PLEASE GIVE IT A CHANCE!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU MEAN THE ABSOLUTE WORLD TO ME AND ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT CARED WHEN I FELT LIKE THE WORLD WAS GIVING UP ON ME AND MY DREAMS! YOU MADE ME BELIEVE IN A WORLD THAT CAN ONLY EXIST TO ME, FOR ME, BY ME IF I LET IT AND FOR THIS I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL!

YOU LET ME SEE YOU CRY AND YOU TOLD ME THINGS ABOUT YOU I'M SURE YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE. YOU CONFIDED IN ME. YOU TOLD ME ABOUT THINGS YOU AND YOUR LIFE THAT MADE ME CRY AND UNDERSTAND HOW STRONG OF A PERSON YOU REALLY ARE. AND HOW STRONG OF A PERSON I WISH TO BE.

YOU HAVE BEEN MY EVERYTHING.

MY MOTHER AND FATHER.

MY HEART AND MY SOUL.

MY HERO AND MY ENEMY.

AND I WOULDN'T HAVE HAD IT ANY OTHER WAY!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!

AND HAPPY 56TH BIRTHDAY!

-LOVE, TOXIC B. AKA YOUR HONEY BUNCHES AND OATS, KASHION :)

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Sorry had to get that out... Now on to the story if you will, while I wipe my tears.

Mention of abuse in some detail.


-HANA-


He laid still in the center of his room on his side, curled into himself as best he could. His shirtless back bleeding, as well as his feet, from the whipping he had gotten ten minutes ago. He laid there with tears running down his face to the floor in front of him. His mother really did a number on him this time. It hadn't even been about practicing his skills for dancing, it was because she had been beyond angry at him for disobeying her and going out to see Ichigo. He had for a moment regretted sneaking out to see him, but he knew that this would have happened either way. He cried as he tried to sit himself up only to have his hand give way underneath him making him crash to the floor.

"Ugh-!" He put his hand over his mouth to silence the painful noises that wanted to come out as more tears came from his eyes. He couldn't move, he understood this now, but it made him wonder how he ever made it from the basement to his room in the first place.

His back felt like it was on fire and he couldn't even feel his feet, he wanted to look to see if they were even there. His mother always did this to him, it was usually her way of training him. He would start out with a basic ballet position, a Relevé, were he would stand of the balls of his feet and stay that way for long periods of time(she said it was so that he would never forget the basics). If he feet were to waver or he was to fall from the position, he would get the whip to the bottom of his feet and told to do it again.

And this would go on for hours.

He wasn't even sure what time it was now. All he knew was that he wasn't going to be able to move for sometime, meaning he may end up sleeping on his bedroom floor. Sadly it wouldn't be his first time sleeping on the floor after being whipped by his mother. He wanted to curl into himself more at that thought, but knew if he did it would feel like his spine was going to come out of his back. So he stayed the way he was. He could feel the blood pooling behind him now and was reminding him how ugly his body must look. He knew he wasn't that he wasn't attractive already, but every scar made him look so much worse, if that was even possible. It made him wonder what made Ichigo even wish to be with him.

"Ichigo..." He felt a wave of longing at the thought the orangette. He wished that he was there with him now to make the pain go away, but then he thought about how he must look and he didn't want to disgust the orangette with his body. "But..." He whispered, his voice hoarse from screaming crying. "I still wish he was here... comforting me and holding me... am I selfish?" He wondered about this. Was he selfish for wanting to be with someone even though he was sure he didn't deserve them? It was so hard to tell.

Every since Ichigo came into his life four short days again, everything just seemed to change. He became happy and he smiled more. He couldn't tell you the last time he smiled so much before Ichigo came into his life, it was probably never if he truly thought about it. But he pushed those thoughts away. Thinking about someone like Ichigo shouldn't bring sad thoughts, only good.

"What did I do to make him want me... Out of everyone..." He questioned as he want in and out of consciousness, his eyes blinking close. "Out of... everyone..."

Then he was out.


-TUESDAY-SCHOOL-


Ichigo looked to the sit behind him and sighed.

It was now lunchtime at school and Hana had yet to show up and of course no one had noticed or cared. Not even the teachers, who Ichigo was sure had skipped over his name during roll call. Everyone asking like the smaller didn't even exit or had ever had. This made Ichigo angry. He looked around at the few students that stayed in the classroom, like he did, with a small, but deadly glare. He understood that no one liked or cared about Hana here, but they could at least notice when he was missing.

He sighed and looked at the seat behind him again.

He wondered were the black-haired was. The thought of him being sick had crossed his mind, but dismissed that. Hana had been fine through their whole date yesterday and when they had gotten to the teens home. The thought of Hana over sleeping had also crossed his mind, but dismissed it too. The idea of Hana sleeping in just sounded wrong, so not the small teen.

So he let that go as well.

The idea of maybe that Hana was hurt came, but once again he dismissed it. It wasn't because he found it ludicrous, but because he didn't want to start thinking the worse had become of his small boyfriend. He knew that thinking that way would make him nervous and even more worried than he is now, making want to run out of school and to Hana house to make sure he was alright. So he made sure those thoughts didn't sneak their way into his mind.

"Hey!" He heard someone say as they slammed their hands down on his desk. He looked up to see it was the blue haired teen he argued with on his first day.

"What do you want?" Ichigo said glaring up the teen. The blue-haired teen smirked, before looking at the other students in the room.

"Leave if ya know whats go for ya!" He told them and needless to say, they were gone in a second. Then he looked behind him to were his friend, Nnoitra, was. He was near the door in front of the classroom, leaning against the frame. "Guard the door," He said before looking back to Ichigo, a sadistic grin placed on his face. "I don't want to be interrupted."

The tall teen grinned as well before leaving out the door and sliding it closed, standing on the other side. Ichigo continued to glare up at the blue haired teen.

"So," The orangette started. "You wanna fight me, kick my ass to teach me some lesson about my place?" He asked as he crossed his arms and looked Grimmjow with almost bored look. He knew this was going to happen sooner or later, it always did. People wanting to fight to fight him, because they one rumor or another about him, or they simply didn't like his hair color. It was ridiculous really, but he was use to it, that was why he was so good at fighting.

The other grinned before grabbing a sit behind and sitting down in front of the orangette's desk.

"Ya know," The blue haired teen started " I actually like ya strawberry," Ichigo felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance at that. "You not like the other fuckers at this school." The orangette raised an eyebrow at that.

"Really." He questioned in an indifferent tone.

"Yeah, Ya got balls of steel." The blue haired teen laughed out. Ichigo did nothing as the teen laughed before calming, a small smirk on his face. "Ya see everyone at this God forsaken school fears me, I practically had them falling at my feet and given me they shit before I even ask for and I love it, but ya..." He leaned in closer, eyeing the orangette. "Ya tha only one to stand up to me in a long time, since Nnoitra, and I have to admit its pretty damn exciting."

"Why are you even telling any of this?" He asked, his voice still indifferent. He didn't understand why Grimmjow was even talking to him. To him, the blue haired teen didn't seem like a talker, more like a "punch now, talk never" type of guy.

Then Grimmjow shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't know really," He says leaning back into his chair, his mischievous smirk ever-present on his face. "Maybe 'cause I wanna give a lil bit of a warning of whats to come since ya going to my school now." Then the blue haired teen stood from his chair. "Stay of my way or ya gonna find yourself in a world of pain."

"Fuck you." Ichigo said infuriated by the other teens remark. Ichigo didn't scare easy, he was use to being threatened by some punk with an ego and wasn't going to take it when was being given order from some ass. So wasn't just going to sit there and let some jerk attempt to put him in his "place".

Grimmjow turned to him and grinned.

"Sorry, don't roll that way," He said. "But maybe you could ask that ugly faggot of a boyfriend ya got." The orangette glared at the grinning blue haired teen.

"Don't you fucking call him that." He growled out, his hands now balled into fist. He wasn't going to stand there and let the other teen talk about someone that meant the world to him.

"Ha, so," He said turning around to face the orangette. "Ya two really are together?" Ichigo's glared intense as his fists began to shake in anger.

"Whats it to you?" He asked. It was none of his business if they were together or not.

"You don't have to be so defensive, I already know." Grimmjow told him with that smirk that Ichigo was really starting to hate. "Hana already told me."

"Hana?" Ichigo said, his face scrunched up in confusion. "Hana had told him about us? Why?" he thought questioning it. It didn't make sense that Hana would him, someone who he was sure tormented Hana since they probably met. "Maybe he's lying..." Ichigo thought next. It made more sense that the teen maybe lying to him about this, seeing as he doesn't like him already, but would he have to gain from it? Maybe to make him upset or to doubt him and Hana's relationship, but why?

"Yeah, your lil'... boyfriend," He seemed more hesitant to say that word now for some reason. "told me all about you two after our lil'.. kiss." He grinned at the end when he saw the look on the orangette's face.

"You... you kissed him?" He asked in disbelieving tone. Grimmjow's grin widen and he walked a little closer to the orangette.

"Yup, it was gross on my part, but he seemed to really enjoy it." He said and amusement crossed his face when Ichigo looked at him, stunned at what he was hearing. "He was moaning and everything."

"Shut up..." Ichigo growled out, but seemed to of gone unheard.

"Had that blush on his cheeks like he usually does."

''Shut up."He said a again just a little louder, but again it went unheard.

"I think he almost creamed his pants just from that kiss."

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Ichigo yelled, finally snapping at the blue haired teen. The orangette took a swing at him, only to have the other dodge it like it was nothing.

"Ha, finally losing ya temper, huh? I was wondering what I could say to have you snap." Grimmjow said, amusement in his voice.

"Bastard." He said angered by the other teens antics. Grimmjow blinked at him.

"Oh what ya wanna go?" He asked, his sadistic grin back on his face. "Bring it on!"


Meanwhile In The Hallway.


Nnoitra leaned against the classroom door, a bored look set on his face. He had heard the orange haired boy yelling at Grimmjow for a while before he heard what sounded like things breaking and a few cruse words thrown into the mix. The lanky teen sighed. Grimmjow always got all the fun with the new students and he would be left standing guard as the poor sons of bitches got their asses handed to them. He missed having his fist connect to their faces and their blood on his hands. He missed their pleas for him to stop as tears ran down their faces like the pussy's they were.

He sighed again.

He couldn't tell you the last time it was when he rearranged someones face (Even though he seems to have forgotten the time last week when he had beat up some guy for bumping him in the street). His hands were just itching for a good fight and he was pretty sure the one in there with Grimmjow could probably give it to him.

"Principal-Sama I must have you sign this." Nnoitra heard come from a ways down the hall. He turned to his right and saw that it was Principal Yamamoto and his assistant (or what Nnoitra and Grimmjow liked to call him, the "principal's bitch") Chōjirō Sasakibe. Principal Yamamoto was an old man bald man with red eyes, a very long white beard, and long eyebrows who walks with a wooden cane. Many of the students compared his looks to some old Karate master that you would see in the movies. His assistant, Chōjirō has pupil-less eyes, short silver-gray hair and a small black handlebar mustache with lightly tanned skin. The man was very devoted to his job as Yamamoto's assistant and seemed to look up to him as some father figure.

"Shit." Nnoitra hissed under his breath. If they got down to were he was and heard all the noise, he and Grimmjow were surely going to be expelled this time for bullying, damaged to school property and other things ( they weren't really paying attention the last time they got in problem for this).

The tall teen opened the sliding door behind him and slipped in back to the classroom.

"Shit, Grimmjow the old man's comin' we gotta-" Then he turned and got a good look at the classroom. "Wow..." Nnoitra whispered stunned. The room was completely wreaked from the floor to the ceiling. Almost every desk was broken in half including the teachers, the blackboard had a large hole. Almost every window in the room was so badly cracked that they looked that if you even breathed on them, they would shatter and...

was that a desk lounged in the ceiling?

He looked around the room frantically looking for his and found in him and his opponent holding the collars of each others shirts with their fists cocked back as to punch each other. They were both covered in bruises.

"Grimmjow!" The lanky teen called, making both teens look up to him. "We gotta go now!" Grimmjow blinked at him before turning back to the orangette.

"Well," He starts before pushing the other teen away making him trip over a broken chair and fall. "Looks like I gotta go. see ya!" He says before turning and running out of the room with Nnoitra right behind him.

"You bastard!" Ichigo yelled getting back up. "Get back here!" He ran to go after him, but was stopped at the door by to adults, both looking extremely horrified.

"What... what has happened here?" The lightly tanned man asked looking around the destroyed room. Ichigo slowly turned and looked around the room as well. He looked just as shocked as the men did. He was so busy fighting Grimmjow, that he didn't even notice how bad it had gotten.

"Ummm..." Ichigo answered smartly.

"Young man did you do this!?" The older man asked as Ichigo looked back to them.

"Ummm..." Ichigo answered, again, smartly.

"My office this instant!" He yelled at the teen before leaving. His assistant leered at the teen for a moment before joining his boss. Ichigo sighed as he watched them go.

"I'm dead." Ichigo deadpanned.

Then suddenly a loud crash sounded from behind him.

It was the desk that had been the ceiling.

"So, very, dead."


-AFTER SCHOOL-


Ichigo sighed as he swept the last bit of broken pieces wood onto a dustpan and dumped it into the garbage. He gotten a serious lecture from the principal about destroying school property and fighting. He had explained to the older man that it was not his fault and that he was cornered by the blue haired teen known as Grimmjow. At the mention of the teens name the principal was surprisingly calm and understanding about the whole situation, almost as if he was use to hearing the other teens name come up when something had gone wrong.

But that doesn't mean Ichigo got off scot-free.

Seeing as Ichigo had still played some part in the classroom being destroyed he had been order to remove all the broken desks and sweep the room clean. He had understood what he did was wrong and took the punishment like a man who was lucky that he didn't have to repair what he had broken, but that didn't mean he wasn't pissed about having to do it alone.

Yeah, Grimmjow was no were to be found were it came to his punishment. The principal had called for him several times, but seemed that the blue haired teen was long gone. Ichigo sighed. It was probably for the best that he didn't show up, it's a chance that they would just end up fighting again and making another mess, that he would have to clean.

"Bastard, running away like that..." Ichigo growled out as he put the broom and dustpan in the corner of the classroom and going to pick up his schoolbag. When he picked it up he sighed in annoyance. Why was it so heavy today? It had been like this all day, but he hadn't looked in it, because he had been looking for Hana, but he hadn't showed up at all today.

"What is in here?" He asked himself as walked over to one of the only unbroken desk in the classroom, opened his bag and dumped everything out on it. He looked confused with he saw all that had fallen out.

Books.

Lots of them.

"What the..." He pick one of them and blushed to his ears when saw what it was.

It was one of the books he looked at Hana Monday.

The one that was very... erotic.

"H-how did this get in my bag!" He exclaimed in complete horror. He quickly calm himself and started to think about it. He was sitting with Hana, they talked about things, Hana got his books, He showed to Ichigo, then he saw... it and Hana cried, then...

"Oh..." He remembered now he had swept them into his bag right after he asked Hana out on their date. He had just been so excited that must have not noticed. He looked at them for a moment before something hit him. Hana must miss his books and had probably been looking for them everywhere. They were his and Ichigo was sure Hana was still reading at least one of them and he can't now because he had them.

"Oh, I can just take them to him!" Ichigo thought suddenly. He knew where Hana stayed at and it wasn't too far from the school, so it would be easy. He was sure his dad wouldn't mind either if he was a little late coming home and he could also use this to ask Hana why he didn't come to school today.

So with a nod, Ichigo put everything back into his bag and made his way off school grounds.


A tired sigh escaped his lips.

Hana had just woken up from his current position on his bedroom. His tired eyes scanned the now brightly lit room.

"Wha...?" Then he remembered he had fallen asleep on the floor after one of his mothers beatings. He began to sit up as bones began to pop from the new movement. He looked around the room once more and slowly stood, carefully as latest wounds still stung, but thankfully not as much as . "What time is it...?" He whispered to himself, his voice hoarse from crying and screaming the night before. He turned his himself some to get a good look at his clock and when he saw it he sighed.

It was 3:22 pm.

He had missed school.

...Again.

He sighed again. This was his tenth time this month that he had missed school because of his mothers "training sessions". He knew that no one cared at the school, including some of the teachers, if he came or not, but he still wanted to go. He had to get some type of education. Becoming a professional dancer and making living off that is one in a million and he always knew he would need something fall back on. Even if his mother didn't think so...

He shook his head.

He didn't need to be thinking about this right now, at the moment he needed to take shower as he smelled of sweat and blood. With that in mind the small teen made his way out of his bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall.

Once in the bathroom, the small dancer stripped himself of what little he had on and stepped into the shower. He turned on the water before turning his back to the shower head let the warm hit his scars. He hissed in pain as the water clean his back on blood. He looked down at his feet and watched sadly as the blood washed down the drain.

It was just so much of it.

Hana slowly closed his eyes not wanting to look any longer and tilted his head back, letting the water wet his hair. It felt good.

A moment later Hana stepped out of the bathroom fuzzy white towel wrapped around his body as a woman would. He felt so much better now that he was clean. Almost like the weight of the day before was washed off his body and taking down the drain.

Crash!

Hana gasped and turned his attention to the stairs to his left. That noise had come from down stairs. He paused and waited for any other noises that would explain the first.

Meaning if his mother would start cursing.

But it never came.

"M-Mother?" He called, but he received no answer. Fear gripped his heart at this. If his mother didn't make that noise then... who was down stairs? "Oh God... what if it's a ghost!?" Hana thought his heart racing in his chest at the idea. How did the ghost get in his house and where was his mother. Did his mother see the ghost and run? "Did it... eat her?" He whispered terrified.

If that happened wouldn't it come after him next?

"Oh no, oh no, I don't want to be eaten!" At this point he was having a full-blown meltdown, as he paced back and forth in the small hallway. "What do I do, what do I do?" He couldn't call the police as his mother still had his phone and he was pretty sure they didn't have ghost hunting gear.

Oh if only he had his phone, then maybe could call for the ghost-buster's.

"But I don't know their number anyway..." He whispered sounding truly dejected. How as he going to handle this? If he had the ghost-buster's here they could just suck the thing up in their vacuum-thingy-

Wait.

Hana ran down the hall to the linen closet and opened it. He fall to his knees and became to throw sheets out of the closet left and right as he searched for something.

"Where is it, where is it?" He asked frantically as he remove, then he a smile broke out on his face. "Ah, I got it!" He said victoriously as he lifted the object up.

It was a small red...

Dirt Devil vacuum.

If Hana couldn't call for the ghost-busters to save him, he was going to have to do it himself. It didn't mean he wasn't terrified though. So with his "weapon" on his hip and in the nozzle gripped in both hands, the small teen slowly made his way down stairs. When made it down the last step he looked around quickly holding the nozzle up ready.

But there was one no.

"H-hello?" He said, his voice shaky. Then he put on the toughest look he could muster. Which could be seen as a cute pout. "S-show yourself!"

Crash!

"WHAT WAS THAT!?" Hana screamed in his mind. It had come from the kitchen and the small teen was sure he heard someone swear as will. At this, Hana thought of turning back, but he quickly shook the idea away. He had to be brave and stay strong against the evil ghost. With that Hana made his way into the kitchen. When he made it the doorway of the kitchen he gasped.

He could see the ghost!

But it had it's back to him. This was good sign in his eyes, that meant he had the element of surprise on his side! So with this mind Hana tip-toed forward and when he was close...

"I have you now evil demon!" Hana yelled taking another step forward to capture the evil beast. But... He didn't notice the water puddle before him.

and this was literally, his downfall.

"AH!" He yelled as fall backwards. As he fall his instincts kicked in to grab a hold of something... Which just happened to be his ghost and both crashed to floor with a loud 'thud'. Hana moaned in pain as his back was still tender from the night behind and landing on it truly stung. The small dancer blinked his eyes open (which he didn't know he closed) and tried to move, but he couldn't. He looked down to see why in his breath hitched in his throat.

It was his ghost... But it wasn't his ghost.

Either way Hana screamed.

"AHHH!" He screamed in pure horror. "Please don't eat me Mr. Ghost!" Said ghost moaned in reply and began to more. This scared Hana more. "AHHH! Don't eat me!" He yelled as he closed eyes and braced himself for whatever being eaten felt like.

But it never came.

"Hana..." He heard the ghost call... Wait how did the ghost know his name? And why wasn't he being eaten alive right now?

"P-please, don't eat me Mr. Ghost, "The small teen begged. "I-I don't taste v-very good!" Then he heard the "ghost" chuckle.

"Hana..." It said. "It's me... Ichigo." Hana opened his eyes at this.

"I-Ichigo?" He said as looked up at his "Mr. Ghost" and found that it was indeed the orangette. He had propped himself up and his hands and knees with Hana between to get off of the smaller.

"Are you alright?" He asked, staring down at the raven with worried eyes.

"I-I'm fine..." He whispered as he stared up at the older teen. He was so glad the older wasn't some evil ghost here to eat him. He was starting to think that maybe the vacuum idea wasn't the best way to deal with the problem. Then something came to the small teens mind.

"Umm... Ichigo?" He called to the orangette which seemed to snap him out of some type of trance.

"Hm?" Ichigo hummed.

"I don't mean to sound rude but... who did you get in here?" He asked.

"Ah..." Ichigo blushed and itched the back of his neck.

"Well..."


Lets rewind.


Ichigo had just made it Hana's house. He had called his dad and told him that was going probably be there for a little while and to start dinner without him if he wasn't home. Needless to say, Isshin had gotten a little perverted over the phone at the mention of Ichigo being over the small teens home and the orangette had to hang up before the older man went into "the joys of sex." talk. And he really didn't need to hear that. Ever.

Ichigo walked up the steps of the small home and went to knock on the door, but stopped. How did he look? he wondered. He didn't want Hana to answer the door to a complete mess. He ran his hand through his hair and straighten the non-existent wrinkles in his school uniform. When he was done he took a deep a breath and knocked on the door.

But when he knocked, the door just moved a little with noise creak.

"What the..." He said, his faced scrunched some in confusion. Why was the door not locked or closed right? Ichigo had found this weird and some worry washed over him, but he pushed it down. He didn't want to overreact and have his mind go into overload with possibles. Like maybe they were inside being held against their will by some aliens that wanted to "probe" young Hana...

Ok maybe its too late, but he tried.

With that very strange idea in mind, Ichigo slowly opened the door and peaked inside. He looked around for anything strange, before walking inside. Hana's house was simply, but kind of nice, Black leather couch to the left against the wall with small older T.V. in front of it. Dead ahead of the orangette was a set of stairs that he was sure lead upstairs and next to them was an archway, he was sure was the kitchen. Ichigo took the place in as stepped to the side some to close the door. He felt something against his hip and before he could look...

Crash!

It was gone... And smashed on the ground.

Ichigo snapped his head and looked down at what was once a white vase on the ground in pieces. The orangette looked at it with wide eyes.

"When did that get there?" He thought to himself. When he got in hear he swear that wasn't there before. He sighed. He better try and clean this up before somebody came in and noticed. And he was sure this wouldn't look to good, him just breaking something.

It didn't even cross his mind that he was in there without permission, but he just made his way into the kitchen to look for a dustpan and broom. When he was in the kitchen he looked around for the dustpan and broom. The kitchen was small, a brown round table to the right and four brown chairs around it, There were a least six cabinets, six counters, a white stove, and a refrigerator. He scanned the room for what he need and found in the corner to his left leaning against the first counter. He walked over to it and reached for the handled.

but then he heard a noise.

He turned around quickly, but in the process...

Crash!

He had knocked something else.

Ichigo looked down at the object with wide eyes. He knocked over a forgotten glass of water that had been sat close to the edge.

"Dammit!" He muttered in irritation. What was with him today? He never broken so many things in a row in his whole life! He went to bend down and pick up a large piece of glass, but then he heard someone yell something behind him. He couldn't understand them but he was sure they were yelling at him for being in their house. He turned around to try to explain (So they would call the Police) But the next thing he knew was that he was being pulled to the ground.

And it hard.

"AHHH!" He heard the person below him scream. "Please don't eat me Mr. Ghost!" . What, what? He opened his mouth explain, but all that came out was a pained moan. He moved some to look to get off the person knowing he was probably hurting them. So he got on his hands and knees and looked down at the person he crushed.

"Hana..." He whispered in mile shock. He had crush Hana? And what did he just call him, Mr. Ghost?" Ichigo couldn't help the small chuckle that came out of his mouth when he thought about it.

"P-please, don't eat me Mr. Ghost, "The small teen begged. "I-I don't taste v-very good!" A small smile made is way the orangettes face.

"Hana..." He said. "It's me... Ichigo." Hana opened his eyes at this.

"I-Ichigo?" He said as looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asked, staring down at the raven with worried eyes. He hoped that he didn't hurt Hana too badly by falling on him like he did.

"I-I'm fine..." He whispered as he stared up at the older teen. Ichigo took his time to look Hana over and what it saw made him blush to his ears.

Hana was... Naked.

Well he had on his towel... which he was naked under. He couldn't help, but to stare at the beautiful body under him. Hana holding his towel close to his chest as the other was leaning next to him. His legs crossed at the ankles. He looked amazing, like he was posing on purpose for, but he wasn't. He wonder how Hana didn't know how amazing he was with such little effort.

"Umm... Ichigo?" He called to the orangette which seemed to snap him out of his trance.

"Hm?" Ichigo hummed.

"I don't mean to sound rude but... what are you doing in here?" He asked.

"Ah..." Ichigo blushed and itched the back of his neck.

"Well..."


"Oh..." Hana said. Well that explained the noises. He felt so embarrassed for thinking a ghost had broken into his house.

"Yeah..." Ichigo said with a small blush on his cheeks. "Sorry for breaking stuff..." Hana looked at him and smiled.

"It's alright Ichigo, with can clean it up in no time." Hana said sweetly making Ichigo blush even more. The small dancer was too nice to him sometimes. He had just broken into his home, scared the mess out of him, broke a vase and a glass of water, then fall on him, but Hana could still smile at him and dismiss it as if it was nothing.

"But first..." Hana started.

"But first what?" Ichigo asked and Hana smiled bashfully up at him.

"Could you... Let me up first?" He asked as he looked around and saw that they were still on the floor. The orangette looked as while and a blush once again claimed his cheeks.

"Umm... Yeah, no problem..."


And I'm going to end it here, sorry...

And sorry if the parts meant to be funny, wasn't so funny.

OH! And happy Birthday mommy, I love you soooooooo much!

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Enzy-Chan

In The Mix

Dreamhorse730

x-PinkPanther-x *Never fear, Ichigo is here! And he may kick her a** maybe haha.

emo5tailedwolf

Luna-Maa Everyuu

shinjitsu22 *I'm so glad to hear from you and I am so happy that came back to review on my story, I didn't know if you would even see that I had updated seeing as you don't sign in, which is fine of course! And I should be the one apologizing, I should have updated sooner, but life was dumb haha!

aquaprincess98

Animefan

Tammy

Nikki

Luna Luputis

Baoh *Haha, that was my favorite part too.

Voltaire Rousseau * You are so very welcome and thanks for the cake! It was sooooo~ good! Yummy! :)

OK one time for the one time! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!

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