Title: Session

By: Metamorcy

Rating: M

Pairing: Ichigo x Shirosaki, other may appear later on

Disclaimer: don't own Bleach

Summary: Poor Shirosaki has to stay after school for some 'forced' tutoring for his grades but who knew he'd get a hot student for it. Maybe it won't be so bad after all.

N/A: I needed to add in some more interaction between the two before I got anywhere else, sorry but its getting there.

Chapter 4

He's late.

Really, really late.

Ichigo growled, it had already been twenty minutes from the time school ended. His fingers drummed against the table impatiently, a little annoyed. He hated waiting and now wasn't the best time for this to happen. He sent some glares at a few people in the room, telling then to back off his case, glowering down at them. The teacher in the room, a different one, he thinks the person's name is Unohana Retsu, a medical science teacher, waved sympathetically at him. She had long black hair that was braided down the front of her body and a soft smile. A lot of people liked her and he couldn't help but cool down under her kind charisma. Her student assistant, Koutetsu Isane, was with her today, helping the teacher with duty (at the school, teachers sign-up to help tutor kids, detention and other stuff. Apparently it's her turn). The two were close to each other, though, he wasn't sure as to how close that really was. Sighing, he held his head up with his right hand, still tapping the table intolerantly. Maybe he should go look for him and drag the bastard back here to get this thing over and done with. Or perhaps Shirosaki had just gotten lost; the school was pretty big compared to many others and had a more complicated hallway system so that could be a possibility (though he doubted that). He growled, he didn't have time for this, he had better things to do then wait for this person. Deciding he was going to look for him, he stood up, heading towards the door and opened it, glancing down both ways, they were empty. Most people have gone home already, the only ones left were those that had after school activities, detention and tutoring. Sad to say, he was one of those; he would rather be home right now, sleeping in his nice comfy bed, but nooo, he had to be here.

Ichigo left, closing the door behind him and wandered down the right hallway, hoping to see the familiar white hair close-by. Suddenly, he heard some voices, they were faint and weak but he could hear them. The student headed down that direction, turning a few corners, until it got clearer and louder. It sounded like they were fighting about something, but it didn't matter to him, he had more important things to do, he had to find Shirosaki.

"Fuck off!!"

Ichigo froze, that voice sounded too familiar. The scratchy bubbly yell made it obvious as to who it was. The orange-haired teen cursed his luck, dashing the rest of the way and twisted the next corner to the little scene. He spotted the albino on the floor, wiping some blood from his busted lips while four older and bigger men, who looked like football players, were laughing. Ichigo's eyes narrowed but before he could make his entrance, Shirosaki stood up, squeezing his pale fist firmly. The albino darted forward, crushing his hand straight into one of the bastard's stomach then raised the arm up, squaring him in the face. Ichigo winced at it and heard a loud crack; Shirosaki had broken the nose, absolutely. Lines of blood oozed from the nostrils and the man collapsed, hitting the wall behind while clasping his snout.

Two of the bullies grabbed the white-haired teen at the arms, shoving him back into the lockers, hard. He grunted out loud in surprise, the back of his head striking the metal. Stars were spinning around his head and he blinked his eyes, trying to will them away. The two men smirked at each other, taking the moment of weakness in the albino's defense and lifted him up, ramming his back into the metal handle that stuck out by an inch or two, burying it into the back. Shirosaki let out a gruesome scream as he felt the metal excavate into his bones. The two guys kept their grip, yanking Shirosaki forward and back onto it, smirking cruelly.

Ichigo flinched, that was definitely going to leave a mark. Shaking his head, he snapped himself out of his thoughts and ran forward, fisting one of his own and slammed it into the fourth man, who was doing absolutely nothing. The football player stepped back in shock, eyeing the newcomer with his mouth wide-open. The man just stood for a few seconds, staring at Ichigo before a growl came from between the teeth and took a deep breath before fighting back. Shirosaki continued to screech until his throat started to hurt, his back already numb from the pain. The orange-haired teenage grumbled, kicking his present enemy away and slammed his body into one of the holders, releasing the broken albino, who was leaning inadequately. The teen refused to go down; the eyes burning for revenge and elbowed the other holder, letting out a horsed battle cry. Immediately after the player went down, he kicked him in the chest with the tip of his shoe and did it again, probably breaking a rib or two in the process. It didn't take long before the four footfall players found themselves out-matched and ran off, yelling that they would get their revenge.

Shirosaki just gave them the finger, though, right afterwards, his legs buckled.

The helper instantly reached forward, grabbing the collapsing teen, who was silently moaning in pain. The golden eyes glanced up, trying to focus on Ichigo and growled. He wasn't going to allow himself to be aided, that wasn't his style. Shirosaki was the stubborn bastard that would fight to the bitter end. So yeah, he tried to lift himself up but failed…miserably. He couldn't stop himself from groaning, bending over onto his knees.

Ichigo shaked his head and used his upper strength to carry the struggling albino. "I'm taking you to the infirmary and don't argue." Shirosaki, on the other hand, didn't bother listening, kicking as much as he could in his position, getting dragged off by the older teenager. Luckily for Ichigo, the office was nearby and opened the door with a little boot. He glanced inside but spotted no one, the doctor hadn't gone home already had he? "Hello? Anyone here?" He called out but there was no answer. Ichigo laid the weakened and aggrieved albino on one of the examination tables, somewhat having to force him to stay down.

A loud hiss came from the pale lips, the ones that were covered in blood, when Shirosaki's back met the cool sheets below. He flipped over onto his stomach, holding himself up by the elbows and glared frostily at the helper.

"The doctor isn't here. That's strange." Ichigo wandered the room, hoping to see any signs of the man. The infirmary door was unlocked which meant that the guy couldn't have gone home yet. He turned back to the injured albino with a sigh. "I guess have no choice."

Shirosaki felt a pair of warm hands running down his back and they started pulling the shirt up. He flinched, recoiling back. "H-Hey, what do you think you're doing?!"

"Checking it. I may not be a doctor but my dad is and I've been trained under him incase something like this happens." The scold on the orange-haired teen deepened when Shirosaki still didn't comply, grumbling. Ichigo grasped the two hands, lifting them up above the head and tied them together while using his free one to yank the shirt up (but not off). His fingers glided carefully over the red spot where it was already turning black and purple. There were a few lines that were bleeding but not life-threatening. "Damn, this is horrible."

"Tell me about it." Shirosaki snapped sarcastically, ripping his arms out of the grip and shifted back, making sure he wouldn't fall off the bed. "So yeah, you're seen it."

The door to the office suddenly opened, a tall man with pure white hair, like Shirosaki's, walked out. The two teen's attention twisted to him, they hadn't been suspecting the doctor to walk in at that moment. Black eyes stared at the two, raising an eyebrow at them then at the albino, noticing the back. The doctor strolled over with grace, his eyes a bit emotionless. He was a strange person, instead of the white coat that most people in the medical field wore, he was wearing black and it made his pale skin glow. There was a little taggy stuck to the chest, identifying the man, 'Doctor Drang Metamorcy'. He paused in front of them. "Are you two together?"

The sudden question made the two teenagers flinch and glance at each other curiously. When they realized just how close they were to each other, they jumped back, a red blush spreading on their cheeks. The doctor kept still, not bothering on saying any more of the subject.

"Let me see it." The command was strong and firm and the struggling stopped instantly. Shirosaki sat up from the bed, scooting closer to the edge of it. He didn't even resist when the doctor's hands glided over the back. Drang twisted to Ichigo for a moment, the black eyes examining over the carrot-top momentarily. The student tilted his head to the side, not sure what the man meant by the glance.

A silence filled the room as the black eyes went back to scanning the injury. Drang suddenly draw back, heading over to a table, yanking out a drawer. Ichigo watched the man carefully, he didn't know the doctor very properly, well actually, no one did. Doctor Metamorcy was a strange unknown man, who hardly spoke at all but he was really good at his work. Many people with major injuries would rather go to him then to a hospital. His father was one of those that vouched for the man's skills.

"It's going to be a large bruise. You shouldn't sleep on you back or lean against anything for the time being." Drang took out a few bandages and some cotton balls. Placing then neatly on the table next to Shirosaki, he turned to Ichigo. "Do you think you could do the cleaning for me? I need to find something he could take to relieve some of the pain. I'll also have to call his parents to inform them of what had happened." He rotated back to the albino. "Your name?"

"Shirosaki."

The man nodded, leaving the room, heading back into the office, the light inside flicking on.

Ichigo glanced around the room, looking for the bottle of antibiotics he was supposed to use and spotted them nearby. "Um…Shirosaki, do you think you could take off your shirt?"

Shirosaki's face deepened in color. "What? Fuck no!"

"I-It's to clean your wounds, dumbass. I'm not asking you to-" Ichigo snorted, cutting himself off. "I'm not going to finish that." He dipped the cotton ball into the clear fluid and came closer, glaring at the teen for not complying. "Now if you don't want your clothes to get soaked, take them off. Now."

Shirosaki sighed, stretching his arms up and yanked it off. "Fine, you win." He let out a little hiss when the cotton ball slid across his back. It was cold and a suppressed yelp escaped his lips when the disinfectant when over his bleeding cuts.

It burned.

As much as he wanted to bite down on his bottom lip to keep his scream in, it had been split open from the punch earlier. Going with a heavy groan, he tensed when he felt the warmth of Ichigo's hands running over his back and shuttered.

"They sure did a number on you." Ichigo commented, softly running his finger over a bruise that was about a fist wide but not before noticing the muscles that aligned the pale body. Shirosaki was well toned; it was probably from all those fights but that didn't explain the one from just a few moments ago. When he noticed he was staring and Ichigo looked away, a red tint darkening.

"No kidding." Shirosaki let out another jeer, arching his back. "Damn, that stuff stings."

"Better safe then sorry." The orange-haired teen tossed the blooded cotton ball and grabbed another. "So what were you in for?"

The albino shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, they just suddenly yanked me back and started beating me, though, I do remember them saying that I shouldn't touch you."

"Eh?" Ichigo paused, his hand stopping over one of the wounds. He glanced up at the neck, crunching his fist. Damn, it must have been one of those fan people that stalks him continuously. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's alright, I was practically asking for it since I called you out like that during lunch, probably made some of those groupies of yours jealous." Shirosaki laughed out loud, his shoulders shaking at the force. It was right after that, he grunted, another wave of pain had hit him.

The door behind opened again, snapping the two out of their conversation. The doctor stepped out, holding an orange capped bottle in one hand. He glanced over to the two and came forward. "I think that's enough. I'll put the bandages on. Shirosaki, please come back here in the morning. I'd like to take the old bandages off and get you a new batch. Your guardian already knows about the situation. And here, take this." Drang handed out a small pill, placing the bottle it had came from next to the golden-eyed teen. He quickly grabbed a glass and poured some fresh water into it. Shirosaki took both items and chugged them down instantly.

As the younger albino was doing that, Drang was already starting on the bandages, moving around the body. It didn't take long for him to finish and hand back the shirt. He dug into his pocket, drawing out a handkerchief, placing it into Shirosaki's palm.

"Use that for your lip. Now do you need a ride home or do you think you can walk?"

"I'll walk." Shirosaki grumbled, he refused to show how weak he was at this point. It wasn't in his nature to be pathetic, he was strong and independent. He got onto his feet again but stumbled, almost tripping. The albino had to use to the side of the table for help, to keep himself still. Ichigo held onto the other even though he got a curse thrown at him while Drang snorted.

"Ichigo, what class did you come from?" The doctor asked calmly.

"From the study hall. Shirosaki's stuff should be on the floor along that path." Ichigo lifted up the younger albino, strengthening his hold, not caring if he was getting hit (It was weak).

"Alright, then could you take Shirosaki to the parking lot, I'll go get your stuff, tell the teacher there what had happened and drive you both home."

"What? Hey, wait? You actually taking me home? Don't I get a say in this?" Shirosaki cried out, still struggling in Ichigo's grip, until he was pushed and placed into piggy-back. He cursed the carrot-top, banging onto the back, which annoyed the other quickly. Ichigo sighed, making a fake motion of dropping the other, who, in return, wrapped his arms around Ichigo's neck. The orange-haired teen couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle. Shirosaki turned red in the face and roared out. "Let me down, you bastard!"

"Nope, sorry." Ichigo snickered, pushing the other higher up so he could get a better grip on the legs. Drang shaked his head and exited the door with the two, locking it. Shirosaki made an angry sound effect and buried his face into the orange hair, still cursing the other.

The smut is coming soon and fast. (Grins)

Sorry, I had to add-in my character to do something later on. For what happens in the future, it just wouldn't make any sense or work if Unohana Retsu was the nurse. It just wouldn't so, yeah, hope you don't mind. Plus I needed a serious character, Unohana is too smiley.

Also I'll be taking a long break (2-3 weeks) since I'll be going on vacation, sad right. And also I need to do that request SutaakiHotori had asked for that I've only done half of. I need to keep up with things, I'm so lazy. Forgive me SutaakiHotori, I'm sorry.

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