Uryu's POV

Dating Ichigo Kurosaki has its benefits. He's the world's biggest cuddle bug (I still can't decide if that's a good or bad thing), he keeps Keigo away, his brightest smiles seem to only aim at me, and he keeps Keigo away! Wait, I said the Keigo thing twice...

Whoops.

Who cares?! No more Keigo!

Every time we walk by him with our hands entwined together, he gets this sappy look on his face and runs away. There was no annoyingly loud shout/squeal of "Hiiii Umeko~!". Oh, it felt so nice to go to my classes in peace.

Another amazing thing about dating Ichigo is that he gives best kisses in the universe.

It's not like we're making out every two seconds, but we give each other little smooches now and then.

Each time makes me feel as though fire bombs are going off in my stomach.

Though, Szayel says the same thing about Renji's kisses and there's no way in hell I'm kissing that pineapple.

Oh? Didn't you hear? Renji and Szayel started dating officially two days after Ichigo and I did.

At first I was a little skeptical because, you know, it's Szayel. However, Renji pretty passionate about it when I brought it up.

"I didn't want what happened between us to be just a one time thing! Please, Uryu, help me tell him that!" he'd said.

After that, I couldn't really help but push them together.

Whether they admit it or not those two are absolutely perfect for each other.

Ichigo double dated with them a few more times... which was a terrible mistake.

We've always had to cut the dates short because those two idiots didn't know how to tone down their PDA levels.

They literally can't go five minutes without groping each other.
So disgusting, so perfect... Ew...

When I told Ryuken about Ichigo and I, I was torn between laughing and dying.

He strolled up to Ichigo's face, pushed his index finger to his pointed nose, and growled out, "I'll have your penis on a platter the minute Uryu gets hurt. Is that understood, Kurosaki?" Ichigo wasn't really fazed by that. I asked him why and he said, and I quote, " I dated Rukia Kuchiki, remember?" Yep, that was enough of an answer for me. You know, because of Byakuya Kuchiki and his manly boyfriend?

Ichigo's family was a whole different story. Isshin cried hysterically for about five minutes while saying something like "The Kurosaki Hime tradition continues! I'm so proud of him, Massaki!". Yuzu and Karin threatened their brother harshly. "If you hurt him, you'll have to answer to us, Ichigo!"

"What?!" he screeched. "You're my sisters! Why aren't you saying that to him?"

"Because Ichi-nii's a big dummy," the girls said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

At school today, Ichigo and I skipped our first period (technically he had a free period, it's not really skipping in his case). Now, he won't let me go to class! I sorta don't mind it since I have gym next, but this is still ridiculous. He kissed me for the fifth time after I say "Good-bye, Ichigo." and pouted. "Can't you let me help you get dressed?" he asked with a leering smile taking away the frown.

"No, you pervert! You can meet in the gym when class is over, ok?"

Despite that being said, the stubborn strawberry still refused to move.

"I'm gonna miss you,"

"Ichigo Kurosaki, you can wait an hour and a half, can't you? Please?"

I mimicked his forlorn expression. A light blush ran across his face. If I wasn't so desperate to get to class, I would've thought that was adorable.

"Fine, but I want a hug first."

I wanted to facepalm at that.

However, because I wasn't an idiot, I hugged Ichigo tightly and whispered, "I'll see you later, ok?"

He forced a smile. "Yeah, but it'll be a long wait,"

"Ew! Stop being so cookie-cutter!"

Ichigo kisses me one last time and walks away.

I sighed.

Damn, this guy will be the death of me one day.

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Stepping inside of a handicapped bathroom a few hallways away from the gymnasium, I happily clutched my bag. I had just bought these insanely clothes and I couldn't wait to show them off. Part of me felt a little bad for Ichigo. I'm sure he'd loved to see me in a black and purple jersey. No, I'm sure he would've been proud of the fact that I had the jersey tailored to look like his rugby uniform. Yep, I had his number stitched on the back of it! I slipped off my white halter top and the tiny bra I wore under it. My body shivered with excitement. I just couldn't wait to show it off to everyone in the room.

My mind was so deep inside the fantasy that I didn't hear the bathroom door swing open. I hadn't realized that there was an intruder until I heard a loud gasp of "What. The. Fuck?!"

I stared at him with wide-eyed, as he did to me.

Keigo Asano.

His index finger pointed accusingly at my bra, which had stuffing coming out and pooling on the floor, and then at my chest. This situation couldn't possibly get any worse.
"Umeko... you're a dude?" he said, shock quickly fading to anger.

His demeanor changed that instant. So much so that I had to actually back away from the smaller man.

"Does Ichigo know?" he growled, slowly walking towards me.

My bare back bumped into the wall when I backed up a little too much.

He was so intimidating. How can someone shorter than me be so terrifying?

"Does. Ichigo. Know!" he shouted. His fist came up and struck my abdomen, damn near taking my breath away.

"Answer me!" Keigo demands, giving a punch to my face this time.

Once I had gathered air back into my lungs, I spoke to my assailant for the first time since he'd came in. "Y-yes," I hissed when he hit me again.

My body went heavy and my head spun. I fell to the ground and silently prayed for him to go away, but that didn't happen.

Instead, Keigo yanked at my hair. "You fucking liar!" he hissed into my ear. "My best friend is not a faggot!" I had to chuckle at that despite all the burning pain I was in. How did I know he would say that?

"I guess you don't know him as well as you thought, eh?" my outburst only got me another punch to my face. The metallic taste of my own blood filled my mouth.

"Well, why don't we just ask him, huh Ishida,"

Before I knew what he was trying to imply, Keigo dragged me out of the bathroom, half-naked, by my hair. I was surprised that the locks of hair he had closed around his fingers hadn't broken off.

"Stop it!" I screamed. "Keigo, let me go!"

Bystanders stared at us with the disturbed expressions. No one tried to jump in or stop him, not even the teachers.

Keigo hadn't said a word the whole time.

He brought us inside of the gym and finally someone decided to face him.

"What the hell, Keigo?" it was Renji. His fingers tangled it with Keigo as he tried to free me from his grip.

"Did you know Ishida was a guy?"

"Yeah, I did," Renji said without hesitation. "What of it?"

I couldn't see Keigo's face, but I could tell that Renji's statement made him angrier.

"Why would you allow our best friend to date a guy? A fucking drag queen?!"

"Because I didn't think it mattered and I honestly didn't give a damn!" he fired back without missing a beat.

My hair was released, thank god, and the brown haired menace focused his attention on Renji. He shoved at Renji's chest. "What do you mean you don't give a damn? Ichigo's our friend!"

"That's exactly why I don't give a damn! If being with Uryu makes him happy, then what right do I have to judge him for it? I'm no asshole,"

"Bullshit!" Keigo called. "Ichigo doesn't even know that Ishida's a fag!"

"Yes, he does!"

It was then Keigo turned to our audience, which included my friends at the Student Council (who were probably texting everything to Rukia. She just had to choose today to get a cold), and shouted to them all, "Somebody call Ichigo down here! NOW!"

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Ichigo's POV

The moment my phone buzzed in the middle of English class, I nearly jumped out of my seat with happiness. Mr. Ayesgawa was reading out the porn he'd written about Mr. Madarame and I definitely don't need to hear that crap. I unlocked my phone and looked at the text message sent by Shuuhei... I didn't even know that he still had my number...

The subject read "S.O.S", that was pretty strange.

Once I fully opened the message, my heart nearly stopped.

It was a picture of my Uryu, half-naked and bruised. Someone had a fist full of his hair in their hands.

Without a second thought, I tucked my phone in my pocket and dashed out the classroom.

I didn't care about Mr. Ayesgawa yelling "I will suspend you for leaving my class in such an ugly manner!". I just had to get to Uryu.

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Uryu's POV

The world around me was distorted. The fatigue from the beatings had finally caught up with me. I was fading in and out of reality as Keigo argued with Renji. Their voices sounded like a jumbled up mess to me. Part of me wanted to cry out. From the pain or for Ichigo was what I was deciding. Everything went black for a second and the next thing I knew, someone was caressing my face. "Ichi..." I groaned, pain shooting from my jaw as I spoke.

"Are you alright, Uryu?" it wasn't him. I recognized the deep, calming voice as Chad's.

"Wan.. Ichi..." I coughed pathetically.

"He's on his way, I promise. Don't worry,"

After I blacked out for a second time, I heard Keigo's voice shouting again.

"We can settle this once and for all! Did you know that this guy was a drag queen?"

My eyes opened and I saw a puff of orange hair.

He came, I thought happily. He came to save me.

That's what I thought, but that didn't seem to be the case.

If he came to rescue me, then why is he standing so far away from me?

"Hey! I asked you a fucking question, Ichigo!" Keigo pressured him. "Did you or did you not know that Ishida was a fucking drag queen!"

I reached my hand out towards Ichigo.

What was so hard about this? Why couldn't he just tell him the truth already? Why couldn't he just take me home and shower me in kisses and compliments already? Why is still quiet?

Now, I really wish he'd stayed quiet. What comes out next damn near breaks my heart.

"No, I didn't."

Here's another chappy! I hope you don't hate it too much! Also, R.I.P to Mitch Lucker. It's been two years already, guys.