The rest of the time they spent was in silence, until Zangetsu chose that moment to pop up.
"I can't believe my eyes," he chuckled, "you two are actually -"
Hichigo raised a hand to give him the birdie, "Shut up, old man."
The vibrant haired teen smiled warmly as he parted from the Hollow and turned his head to face his zanpaku-to's spirit with a smug smirk. "So what? We're getting along? Is that so wrong?" The stotic man simply shook his head, then raised his right hand, tossing an unsheathed sword at them, causing both to gasp out in shock. Ichigo wrapping his arms protectively around the albino and leaping into the air with narrowed brown orbs. "What are you doing?!" he shouted angrily at the man who began to chuckle.
"Well, this is surprising," Zangetsu looked up at them, "you subconsciously grabbed onto Hichigo in your retreat. My guess is that you have more feelings for him than you bother to realize."
"Huh?"
Brown eyes gazed down on the snow white haired form, seeing that he buried his face into his chest, a tight grip on his clothes. Seeing this, a small blush crept to his face.
He looks so innocent...
"Now, do you understand why I did what I did, Ichigo?"
Said Kurosaki glared at him, standing in the air subconsciously, Hichigo bridal-style in his arms. "You tried to kill us, that's what I get, what else do you need to know?"
"I-Ichigo..." Hichigo whispered shyly, looking up with a deep crimson blush on his pale features, auburn eyes widening. "He did i'...t' prove tha' we do have feelin's fer each other."
Ichigo's head snapped up, staring at the dissolving man with wide eyes.
I...I like Hichigo?
