Here's the last of the B's. I'll try and get the C's up sometime this week too. Forgive any grammatical errors, for I am a lazy ass. If you missed B's 4, go back and read them if you want because i uploaded this chap and the one before this at the same time.

B is for Black

"I'm tellin' ya, Ichi! Ya'd look good in white!" The albino Hollow said once more, persisting in trying to get Ichigo to change from his usually black shinigami uniform for Shiro's contrasting white.

The orange head scowled at his stubborn illicit lover. "And I'm telling you that I'm not doing it! I've always worn black and that's that. I wouldn't look good in white." He ended the argument firmly. Or so he thought he did.

Ichigo squealed (which would later by vehemently denied out of existence) when his top was abruptly yanked off by an eager albino, and hence his pants were loosened. "H-hey!"

Shiro giggled, stripping off his own top and then forcing it on Ichigo. The orange head squeaked when he was manhandled and then, in record time, manipulated until the two counterparts' outfits had been completely switched.

The Hollow gleefully appraised his now white clad aibou. "See? I told ya tha' ya would look good in white~!"

Ichigo grudgingly agreed. It did look kinda nice but...looking up, he concluded that Shiro looked better in his black than he did.

B is for Bruised

Ichigo hissed as even his loose sweatpants chafed the bruises on his hips from where his illicit lover had gripped too hard in their passion. The teen himself hadn't cared at the moment he had received the bruises but now that the intense moment had passed, he cursed his bruised hipbones.

Closing the door behind him, he hastily muffled a startled squeal when white clad arms wound snugly around his waist, carefully avoiding his bruises. Two cold ice packs soon followed and Ichigo sighed contentedly when the coolness soothed his sore sides through his thin t-shirt.

Shiro purred apologetically in his ear as the Hollow pulled the orange head down into his lap, sitting on the bed and keeping the ice packs on his lover's hips where bruises the shape of his hands plagued the Vizard.

Ichigo loved it when Shiro was like this: sweet and soothing. He would endure any bruises just for one of these moments.

B is for Blinded

Shiro hissed as yet another nurse tried to assist him down the hallway. "I'm blind, not an invalid!" He snapped after the fleeing woman, which he could tell by the soft thuds of her rubber-soled tennis shoes.

The albino perked up when he heard a soft chuckle and he grinned, reaching out into the darkness before him that he would be seeing a lot of in the future. His hand was immediately grasped in a warm calloused hand.

"You should stop scaring the medical help, Shiro, they're only trying to help you, ya know." Ichigo chided his albino lover amusedly.

Shiro shrugged uncaringly, allowing his orange haired lover to subtly lead him out of the hospital and into the parking lot towards their car. The albino swore when he stumbled a little and was grudgingly thankful as Ichigo immediately steadied him. "Thanks, Ichi."

"You saved my life, it's the least I can do." Ichigo whispered mournfully suddenly. "If it hadn't been for you, I would be the one blinded or worse." He wrapped his arms around the blind albino's waist, stepping close and resting his head on Shiro's shoulder.

The older male sighed and wrapped his own arms around his boyfriend. "Its only temporary, Ichi, an' I'd blind myself b'fore I let ya get hurt in front of me." He murmured, comfortingly kissing Ichigo's forehead.

Someone from the yukaza had tried to kill Ichigo because his father was a well-known retired police officer who had put some major yukaza bosses behind bars for their lifetimes. They had fired shots at the two in their car and Shiro had gotten glass imbedded in his eyes when he had shielded Ichigo from the exploding window.

And he would do it again in a heartbeat.

B is for Bought

Ichigo hated shopping. He needed to so that his boyfriend and he wouldn't starve to death but the orange head hated being the one to. It made him feel like Shiro's wife. Technically speaking he was the "woman" in the relationship but still!

Ichigo blushed at his thoughts and waved them away, semi-consciously putting another can of cream-of-mushroom soup in the red plastic shopping cart as he headed towards the dairy section of the grocery store.

His orange tail and neko ears twitched slightly and he scowled irritably when he heard several girls squealing to themselves at how cute he was. Had they never seen a neko hybrid before? Highly unlikely since they were everywhere nowadays. Did they have to squeal so high pitched? Gosh, how annoying! Didn't they have-

His train of thought cut off when he almost passed the darkly decorated Halloween aisle. His ears perked up interestedly and he eyed the extravagant displays of candy treats, the orange haired neko battled the pros and cons of putting some in his cart.

Pro- its candy and he really wanted some.

Con- He and Shiro would be rather hyperactive for a few days, resulting in a larger mess than usual for him to clean up.

Pro- Shiro would really want and appreciate some and Ichigo wanted to get something for the man who had bought him.

Con- ...it was unhealthy...

Deciding to screw it, Ichigo swiped several bads containing all sorts of candy into his shopping cart, and then walked out of the aisle quickly before he could get any more. With what he had bought, there would be two very happy look-a-likes at home tonight.

B is for Bothered

"Shiro!" Ichigo hissed through his teeth, weakly shoving at Shiro's shoulders as his albino boyfriend attacked his neck. "S-stop! We-ah! Can't do this here-pant-!"

The older teen only snickered into his neck and pressed the orange head harder against the wall of the small closet and slid his pale, cool hands under the younger teen's shirt. "Oh, but ya got me all hot an' bothered, Ichi. I'm jus' tryin' t' return th' favor." Shiro purred, insistently rubbing Ichigo's chest and pressing kissed all along that slim, smooth throat.

With a body like Ichigo's, the teen was just begging to be pushed into a janitor's closet and made-out with. And he says "made-out with" because no one else would dare rape the albino's delectable berry and said berry had made Shiro swear that there would be no sex at school after they had gotten caught that third time. But that didn't mean there wouldn't be any heavy petting in secrecy.

Shiro had just started to dip his hands lower and Ichigo was just starting to moan loudly and buck his hips when the door opened and the female teacher squealed when she saw the two males in the passionately intimate position, both now looking very much bothered to be interrupted.

"Not again! Get out! Now!" She demanded, pointing out into the hallway while covering her eyes with the other. If she caught these two one more time she swore that she would give them her classroom to do this in just so that she wouldn't happen upon them randomly again.

B is for Brave

Now people would say that Ichigo was one courageous little bugger to walk up to a homicidal, insane looking albino and come back not only unscathed, but towing said albino along with him by the hand.

The two were opposites in all but looks (they even dressed similarly) and yet they got along perfectly. It was like they balanced the other out. Anyways, the orange head was even brave enough to make the first move with a relationship with Shiro. And what an eye-popping, jaw-dropping move it was.

In the middle of the court yard, where Ichigo was dragging Shiro across once again from some dark corner somewhere, the orange head had suddenly whipped around, took the surprised albino's head in his hands, and slammed their lips together passionately. Fangirl screams had instantly erupted around them but the two now eagerly making-out teens could care less.

Ichigo was later seen apologizing for his abruptness (with the orange head leaning against a tree in the courtyard with his now albino boyfriend leaning against his chest between his legs) but when he had heard someone talking about his Shiro, he had just snapped and staked his claim.

B is for Bright

"It's too bright. Is there any way to tone it down any? Even just by a little? It's glaring!"

"I'll try but damn, these two are bright. What the hell did they do? Bleach themselves?"

Ichigo and Shiro stopped outside the door where they had overheard the conversation. Exchanging a look, the two look-a-likes nodded and cracked open the door silently to see Rukia and Renji fiddling with a computer and apparently trying to tone down a bright picture that had a background that looked eerily familiar to Ichigo.

Rukia was standing behind Renji, who was sitting at the desk and operating the controls, and when she shifted, the two eavesdroppers got a full view of the picture they were trying to edit.

Ichigo burned a bright red and exploded into the room, scaring the two occupants out of their wits. "What the hell are you doing with that picture?" He shrieked, flailing wildly and only barely being restrained by his grinning albino boyfriend.

The picture was a rather..."intimate" picture of Ichigo and Shiro in the orange head's bedroom and both were in "compromising" positions. The brightness of the picture was Ichigo's hair and then just Shiro entirely.

"Gimme a copy of tha' pic when yer done." The albino shouted over Ichigo's shrieks with a large perverted grin stretched across his pale features. Rukia grinned back with a thumbs up.

"SHIRO!" Ichigo protested violently, flailing even harder. It was so unfair!

B is for Burn

Ichigo didn't know what hurt worse at the moment: the physical pain like the scrapes on his knuckles and the aching of his sore legs or the burning pain searing his chest from the inside out. It hurt so badly.

The betrayal killed his ability to trust hardly anyone anymore. Running down the dark streets, breaths tearing themselves painfully from his lungs and choked throat, the orange head fled from where Rukia was lying in his bed with his boyfriend: Abarai Renji.

How could they betray him like that?

Now there was only one person who he knew would never hurt him and, until now, Ichigo had not realized the gentle, loving tenderness he had always received from this person. The burn strengthened when he recalled how oblivious he had remained to his best friend's obvious feelings.

The door to Shiro's house opened before he was inside the gate and the albino rushed out worriedly. Rukia must have called him to forewarn him of Ichigo's frantic tearful rage. The girl had lied to Shiro but he hadn't believed her. He knew what had truly happened and he knew that Ichigo would come to him for comfort, which he would give without crossing the line of friendship like he had all these years.

Though, what he hadn't expected was for his love of four years was to suddenly throw his arms around him and sob into his chest. "I'm so sorry, Shiro. I didn't realize and I'm so sorry. I hope you can still accept me for the mess that I am." Ichigo whispered through heaving wet breaths.

Shiro's surprised expression softened and he tenderly wrapped Ichigo into his warm embrace, lovingly stroking silky soft orange hair. "I will always accept ya, Ichi."

B is for Bobble head

"..."

Ichigo stared, and stared, and stared at the small, black clad plastic figure on his desk, just trying to convince himself that what he was seeing was actually in front of him.

"Hey, Ichi, whassit-?" Shiro cut off his question (that he had been asking whilst materializing) when he saw what his illicit shinigami lover was staring so intensely at.

The albino leaned closer and plucked the figurine off the desk, staring as the mini orange head bobbled. "Aibou...why is there a mini-bobble-head-you?"

For James Stark.

B is for Boldness

Shiro stood out on the worn, smooth wood of his house's porch, overlooking the beach. The sand was a glowing white from the full moon hung in the clear, starry sky. The ocean was a deep, midnight black but the white foam could still be seen and the soft roar of the waves could be heard.

Inhaling a drag from his cigarette, the albino man breathed it out slowly, tilting his head back and leant against the pole that held the wooden canopy roof over his head. He could still remember the first time he had met Ichigo.

He had just transferred schools and he smirked remembering all the scared looks he had drawn when he'd walked onto the school grounds wearing all black: baggy, ripped, punk pants with a skin tight long sleeved shirt with a wicked band logo on the front along with army combat boots. He made the previous school's badass look like a pussy.

Shiro crushed the butt of his cigarette under his heel, rubbing his foot off on the sandy floorboards, lost in his memories.

The albino had been used to being a loner because people feared his deranged, dangerous look. He remembered only being alone for maybe two hours before an orange haired punk looking fighter teen had walked up to him. He had orange hair, bronze eyes, and a scowl that seemed to lighten as he got nearer. He was Ichigo.

Back then, only Ichigo had even been bold enough to ever approach Shiro. Ichigo had been his only social contact his entire years in high school there. The orange head had tried to introduce his friends to him, but the albino had never stuck to them and just preferred Ichigo. Just Ichigo all to himself.

The albino jumped slightly when tanned arms wrapped around his waist and a sleepy, half dressed Ichigo pressed against his back. Smiling, Shiro reached back and lovingly pet his lover's tousled orange hair, still looking out towards the ocean as the orange head nuzzled his neck.

Only Ichigo had ever been bold enough to love him.

For lovely. vampire101

B is for Born

"How did you do it?" Rukia pestered an annoyed albino teen as they stood waiting outside of a movie theater for their dates. "How did someone like you ever be able to ask someone like Ichigo out and not get rejected?" She continued, her question partly curious but mostly mocking teasing.

Shiro scowled at her scowling face momentarily but grinned when he saw Ichigo walking up with Renji: Rukia's date. "I'm just born like this." He answered as he wrapped an arm around Ichigo's shoulders.

"Like what?" Rukia asked again, latching on to her red headed boyfriends muscular tattooed arm.

"Awesome." Shiro smirked.

B is for Brat

"Aw, but he's adorable, Ichi~! Lets keep 'im~!" Shiro cooed and cuddled an adorable chibi like infant boy, that was, in Ichigo's eyes, though a true little angel, was an evil brat.

That little runt was stealing his Shiro!

The orange huffed to himself, turning away from the albino and snuggling baby. He was not jealous. He was just possessive, is all, and that brat was trying (and successfully by the looks of it) to take away what was his. Ichigo looked back when he felt his lover's familiar arms around his waist.

"Aw, but of course I still love ya bes', Ichi." Shiro purred with a knowing glint and grinned when the ice broke and a smug Ichigo agreed to sign the adoption papers.

For Momo – Toshiro

B is for Bubble

The albino giggled from where he stood next to his orange haired best friend, holding hands with Ichigo and watching various sizes of bubbles float upwards towards the emerald green leaves of trees and the blue of the sky of fluffy white clouds.

"You wanna turn?" Ichigo asked, offering the plastic stick-ring to the other six year old.

Shiro shook his head, grinning with his unusual gold eyes alight with the simple joy of watching the orange haired child next to him blow large, pretty bubbles. "Nah, Ichi. Ya do it bes'." The small albino said cheerfully.

Ichigo shrugged and continued to blow out bubbles for the equally bubbly albino child. He hoped they would always be friends as he stopped blowing for a moment to lean over and give his best friend a kiss on the cheek.

For Kobato00

B is for Bus

"Okay, here are the partners for the field trip. They are also who you are assigned to sit with on the bus as well so I hope you're friends with all your classmates. All were randomly picked except for one pairing and they are final so no switching unless you want to get a zero." Ms Ochi called out as she handed out small slips of paper that had two names on each to every student.

A girl raised her hand and asked why there was one group specifically arranged. "Because I didn't want to waste time writing detentions or filling out a suspension form for Shirosaki for injuring whoever would have otherwise been paired up with Kurosaki." The teacher explained and the class turned around in their seats to see the two said males in the back of the class in their usual position.

Ichigo had once again been dragged from his usual desk chair into Shiro's lap and held there firmly by pale arms around his waist. The orange head no longer blushed in the situation but he pinkened when he saw all the stares looking back at him and his possessive boyfriend.

Said albino looked extremely pleased at Ms Ochi's reasoning and Ichigo looked agreeable to it. There was no way anyone was willing to face the possessive jealous wrath of one Shirosaki Ogihci by being paired up with Ichigo. No amount of slim possibility of getting with the orange head was worth your body's well wholeness. Or your mental sanity.

Nodding in agreement, the class turned back around and stood, shuffling around each other to get to their assigned partners desks. There were some whoops of celebration when friends got paired up and suppressed groans of disappointment when they weren't.

Shiro grinned up at his boyfriend with a sultry purr rolling past his lips. "Looks like we're t'gether again, m' love." He giggled when the orange head rolled his bronze eyes. "Aw, yer so mean t' me, Ichi."

Ichigo snorted, his fingers dancing along the albino's white washed forearm coiled around his stomach. "We're always together because you're just so damn possessive." He murmured with no real heat behind his words. He truly didn't mind that much. It was actually quite a nice quality to his lover most of the time. "And I'm not doing all the work again, Shiro, so you had better pay less attention on molesting me and more on the educational experience of the field trip."

The albino snorted. "Fat chance but if ya give me th' dumbed down version of this trip afterwards, I promise t' help ya with th' presentation wit'out molestin' ya then, kay kay?" He bargained with an affectionate nuzzle to his lover's neck.

"Deal." Ichigo agreed and tugged at Shiro's arms when Ms Ochi called out for them to pack up their stuff because they were leaving to load up the tour bus they had rented for their trip to the museum. "Let go, we're gonna get left behind."

The albino mock pouted but released his boyfriend and was pleased when the orange head gave him a quick kiss before gathering up his stuff (throwing Shiro's belongings in the older teen's lap, almost hitting precious cargo and ruining the effect of his kiss) and headed out of the room, catching up to one of his girl friends and the two started chatting about the latest design from some designer that Shiro didn't care enough about to know the name of.

Smirking, bag and jacket thrown over his shoulder, Shiro followed with a sarcastic murmur. "Gays an' their girl friends. Wha' every girl wants! A gay guy fer a bes' friend." He snorted when he got wide eyed stares from other males and giggles from the girls who knew it was true.

He caught up to Ichigo when everyone stopped just before the doors, dropping bags to pull on coats to brave the chilly wind of the autumn season that whistled by the open doors with red, yellow, orange and golden leaves swirling in its current. Shiro didn't bother to pull his jacket on all the way and only pulled it on backwards far enough to cover his bare arms and snickered when Ichigo rolled his eyes when the orange head turned and saw him in such a way.

"You are such a weirdo, can't you ever do anything normal for once?" The younger male teased with a grin as he twined fingers with his albino boyfriend and pulling them out of the school and across the small, cracked, weedy concrete that was their sucky school courtyard to the big yellow "cheese" that was waiting for them to load up on.

"Nope~!" Shiro answered cheerfully and threw his head back and laughed when Ichigo muttered "Figures" under his breath.

Despite his words, the orange head smiled fondly at his lover. He loved hearing Shiro laugh. It almost sounded echo-y and it never failed to lighten his mood whenever he often heard it. Shiro was just generally a happy person and was one willing to share the glee, whether you wanted him to or not.

"Enough lovey dovey and get on the bus!" Ms Ochi shouted over the wind and smacked both on the back of their heads with her clipboard before getting on the bus herself.

Shiro rubbed the back of his head, all the while pouting, while Ichigo did the same only scowling at their teacher's strange ways of getting people's attention and then punishing them. It usually had to do something with violence involving either her clipboard or a rolled up paper. Either way, the things hurt.

"Wacko teacher." The orange head mumbled as he released his boyfriend's hand to climb up onto the thankfully heated bus. He heard Shiro snicker in agreement behind him and could feel the albino's warmth following close behind him down the bus aisle. He meant to turn into the nearest empty two-seater but yelped when his arm was snatched and he was pulled all the way to the back of the bus. "Shiro!"

Another snicker was his answer as Shiro plopped into the very back seat and pulled Ichigo down with him with another yelp. The albino dragged the semi-reluctant younger teen into his lap once more and cuddled his lover close in his arms, nuzzling his cheek against the orange head's tanned one.

Ichigo grinned fondly and reached up to pet the albino's snow white hair. Shiro was so affectionate and most of the time, it was another great quality that the younger teen found that he liked. A lot. He ignored the coos and giggles of their girl classmates and the snickers of the males.

They were just jealous they didn't have their boyfriend/girlfriend to cuddle with on the bus.