Forgiveness?

"God damnit Ichigo! I hate you!" Toshiro's screech bellied through the house like a parade of deafening noises as he threw his hands in the air and stomped out of the kitchen, slamming the bedroom door. He couldn't take it anymore. He believed that Ichigo was actually going to those damned study sessions for a good reason! Trusted him like a good partner should. Sure Ichigo could've asked Toshiro for help… but he decided to go to her study sessions… Gods this was so infuriating. The poor boy was beside himself in confusion, anger, and fear; not knowing which one was to overpower the others. He didn't care for Ichigo's cries because he saw everything.

"Toshiro! Shiro! Shiro I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Ichigo gave chase after the fleeing white haired male, coming into cold contact with the wooden door as it slammed in his face brutally.

"Toshiro please let me explain!" Ichigo pounded on the door furiously to no avail since the wooden blockade wouldn't budge against the onslaught. His nose began to sting a little.

"Shut up and leave me alone!" The voice sounded loudly through muffled, tearful hiccups.

"Please. Please Shiro listen to me. I-"

"I don't want to listen to a liar like you! You disgust me!" This yell was more hateful as anger webbed its way into the words that were thrown at the man on the other side of the door. Oh that rage felt delightful as it pelted the other man like a heavy rain; his once lover to be exact. Toshiro's rage knew no bounds as he continued his degradation of Ichigo's hopeful please for forgiveness. No Ichigo and he were done. Over. Their relationship has just shattered and was now blowing away in the wind to be forgotten.

It all started when Ichigo began staying after school for 'study lessons' with a teacher. A female teacher at that. She had just graduated from college and began her teaching career at their school. True, economics class was more enjoyable with a fresher teacher who was use to teenagers and their low attention spans, but she had a particular liking to one of her students who, in turn, exhibited no like towards her whatsoever. In fact he despised her bubbly personality and childlike girl voice with a passion. He'd much rather have that elder man back for he seemed more worthy of a teaching position to this bumbling moron.

Toshiro sat in that class with boredom etched on his face like person with a permanent frown. He cared not for her eyeing him up, giving him two glances as she passed his desk, asking him countless questions and always praising him on what a superb student he was when he replied with amazing accuracy… No, Toshiro didn't care for any of that at all.

Ichigo on the other hand fumed silently in the back of the class; well, as silently as Ichigo would fume that is. His foot never halted its monotonous thumping against the ground and twirling of his pen as he watched the woman swoon over his small lover. He wanted to take all that five feet three inches of her size three self and chuck her out the window to the hollows. Oh yes, Ichigo definitely cared.

During three of her study sessions with some of the students, mainly the ones who had problems with the class, Ichigo kept catching her knowing smirk towards him. 'Just what the hell is her deal?! Toshiro will never go for you ya bitch.' Oh how he just wanted to wipe that smirk off her tiny face… slicing it off with his sword would be better…

Two weeks of this lusting, defying, killing triangle continued until Ichigo decided he had had enough of this lady's bull shit. Ichigo told Toshiro that he'd catch up with him after the class let out for the end of the day; wanting to have a one on one 'nice' chat with the new professor. The quiet boy nodded his head and exited the class with his fellow classmates, expecting to see Ichigo running after him shortly.

"Listen lady I don't know what your deal is but stop it." Ichigo slung his bag over his shoulder and glared at the petite black haired woman.

"I don't understand Kurosaki what it is you are referring to." She smirked slightly and turned to her desk, placing items into her briefcase and stacking papers.

"Don't play dumb. I see what you're doing to Toshiro!" Anger and furry filled Ichigo's brown eyes as he snarled at the haughty woman before him.

She halted her movements and turned around coyly with slitted black eyes and a sickening smirk. "It's not the little one I'm after honey."

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Toshiro waited for a good seven minutes on the benches outside in the hallway next to the entrance of the building. He finished his text to Rangiku and put the black cell phone into his bag.

'Ichigo's taking a while… hmm… It's not a study session day so…'

The small white haired captain stood and began his return to the classroom. As he slid the door open, the sight before him sent his once warm heart to a freezing halt.

Ichigo's bag was forgotten on the floor as the woman was sprawled on top of the orange haired boy who had his arms grabbing her sides, leaning backwards on the teachers' desk.. Both her small hands were wound in her student's hair as she glanced devilishly towards the intruder, gasping as her dark eyes caught a horrifying set of twin glaciers. Ichigo shoved the woman off him so roughly that she collided with the floor in a painful heap.

"Toshiro! Toshiro it's not what it looks like! Oh god please Toshiro! Let me explain!" The words were like a match that set off the explosion that ended the world.

"Fuck you Ichigo Kurosaki." The door slammed with a ferocious smack, making the plastic wobble as the running footsteps faded out of hearing range.

The orange haired boy turned towards the disheveled woman on the floor. "You disgusting hag! How dare you do that?!"

"Oh but wouldn't you prefer a voluptuous woman over that tawny twirp?"

"Bitch please."

Ichigo didn't give another thought to the woman who toyed with him and his lover… will Toshiro still consider Ichigo he lover? Thoughts as such raced through the elder boy's head like a heard of thundering horses, each one worse than the former, as he grabbed his bag and books and chased after Toshiro.

The first bus to their stop had already departed with Toshiro inside as he left the school compound. The other passengers felt the icy chill that crackled around the white haired boy and kept their distance, not wanting to take part in a sooner death. As the bus stopped at the bus stop at the end of Toshiro and Ichigo's street, Toshiro departed and headed for the house, opened the door and threw each of the economics books against the wall, leaving small, blackish gray dents in the white paint. He stood there fuming so long that he didn't take notice to the front door opening with a panting Ichigo.

"Toshiro…Please…"

"God dammit Ichigo! I hate you!"

TBC.

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~ChaosGarden