Title: Session

By: Metamorcy

Rating: M

Pairing: Ichigo x Shirosaki, others 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: Hmm, I'm getting behind in things now-a-days.

Chapter 6

Shirosaki moaned softly, rubbing his still aching back at the shoulder. The bandages were temporally off and he had taken the medication to tranquil the pain. It nulled most of the sting but not all, it still felt like a thousand needles were poking his skin. He was supposed to put the bandages on later today since there was some lotion on his skin. At the time being, he was at school during lunch, waiting for his friends to come and sit with him. The albino thought he would feel safer with them since he could still feel some glares on him from behind, somewhere in the trees. It appeared like the groupies weren't going to leave him along for awhile. And he couldn't bring himself to look over at Ichigo, who he could tell was smiling and joking with his buddies. Just thinking about the orange head brought the dreams of this morning into his mind and flushed bright red. It was quite easy to spot it on his white skin but he didn't want to know that.

A single light pat hit his back.

"Nngh!!" The albino hissed loudly, doubling over in agony. His black-nailed fingers dug into the palm of his hand, trying to suppress the scream and bit his bottom lip. The golden pools glared at the offending bastard with rage. "What the fuck was that for?"

Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at the response so did Renji, who was next to him. "What the hell are you talking about? I barely touched you." As saying, the teal-haired teen gently tapped the shoulder this time to emprise his point. Shirosaki groaned, burring his face into his folded arms, not wanting to deal with any of this shit right now. He wanted nothing more then to get out this place as fast as he could, that way he wouldn't have to be so near to his crush. Wait, did he just say crush?! No, no, he couldn't be… Shirosaki sighed to himself in defeat, knowing that deep inside it was true. Damn, his life was messed up and the fact that the other would never ever return it initiated a frown.

He heard his two good friends chatting to each other and tried to force him enter but he ignored the conversation, placing himself into his own little world, far away from reality. Grimmjow sat beside the him, his arm on the table, holding up his head. The bangs were slipping in front of the eyes, dangling imprecisely. He had his crazy grin on, the one he always wore. Renji was sitting down on the opposite side, staring at his white-haired friend suspiciously. He only glanced up when four people walked by, all of them glowering at Shirosaki, eyes saying that they would have their revenge (of course, they didn't do that to Ichigo, lucky bastard). One of them had a bandage across his nose and another using crutches for what looked like broken ribs. Renji raised an eyebrow and pieced things together quickly though it wasn't hard to figure out what had happened.

"You got into another fight, didn't you?" The red head sighed, narrowing his green eyes. Apparently, when one got into a clash, the person was supposed to call the others to join in…unless it was taken upon complete surprise. Those types of brawls didn't settle well with all three of them, they liked to fight when facing their opponents at their fullest and then proceed in beating the living shit out of them. It was more fun that way. The two friends rotated to each other, their thoughts crossing each other minds, their visages growing dark. The albino picked up his head to gaze at Renji, tossing a questionable look at him then paused. He recognized that expression. They were planning something and Shirosaki had a gut feeling it involved him. Grimmjow took that frozen second to lift up the back shirt, revealing the bruise that was covering the entire back. It was almost black with a few spots of purple.

"Holy shit!! What the fuck man!?" Grimmjow cried out, staring at the wound in shock. He almost leaped back while Renji came around to see what the whole alarm was about and almost made the same reaction.

The albino ripped himself away from the staring eyes, waving his hands, stepping back, his low portion of his back against the table top. He didn't want the two worrying about him and do something stupid, which by the way, they had a habit of doing. "It's really nothing."

"That's not 'nothing'! Did you actually get a good look at that?!" Renji scolded.

Grimmjow, on the other hand, didn't listen to his friend and grabbed the albino by the collar, yanking him forward. He ignored the hiss he received and seized tightly, dragging Shirosaki with him. The white-haired teen glanced up, trying to figure out where they were going and noticed that they were heading to the table where Ichigo was located at. He tried to struggle out of the grip at once but Renji had taken hold of his arms, helping the teal-haired teen. Shirosaki threw some colorful curses at them was ignored.

"Hey, Orangey!!" Grimmjow yelled, gaining the whole table's attention. He stopped a foot away and yanked the albino in front so everyone could get a good look at him.

A few of the occupants jumped at the furiousness of the voice, thinking that there might be a fight. Some didn't bother, going back into their previous conversations. A couple of glares were sent between the two groups and Shirosaki just sighed, finding his shoes more interesting then anything else at the moment but was jerked out of his daze when Grimmjow heaved him up.

Ichigo stood up, not yet noticing Shirosaki. "What do you want, Grimmjow?"

"I want you to explain this!" The teal-haired teen pointed to Shirosaki's back from behind, who just waved with a frown. The albino grunted, he was having a different time, especially when the brown pools gazed over to him. He felt his face heating up at the attention somehow managing to push it down so that no one would notice.

Ichigo's eyes widened, a little concerned about the other and almost ran around to help the poor abused guy. But the harsh glares he was receiving from the two teens wouldn't allow it until he told what they desired. He straightened his figure and met the two head on.

"I didn't do anything to him. I did the opposite. As for the students that are responsible for it, they're right over there." The orange-haired teen aimed to the side where those four were grumbling around in the area. The two followed the finger tip and Renji shrugged his shoulders, having a feeling that it was true. That would be the only explanation as to why that group had been admitting so much reprisal. Grimmjow went around, holding the still-struggling Shirosaki (for all of you, this is how he treats people) and gazed at the helper with a grin. He yanked the albino back then roughly forward, pushing him right into Ichigo's chest, making both tumble to the ground together. The teal-haired teen's smirk widened, striding back.

"Now take care of him." Grimmjow and the red head wandered away, sauntering towards the group of four with…retaliation.

Shirosaki grunted, his face bright red, Ichigo's as well. Everyone's eyes (at the table) broadened at the scene, well, besides the stoic ones (Ulquiorra and Byakuya). They were kissing, accident of course, but that still didn't defeat the fact that they were kissing, as to, mouth to mouth. Shirosaki immediately pulled back, landing on his ass, mouth gaping open. His face became darker than a tomato, easily illustrating on his visage. He couldn't even get his thoughts organized; the only words that were going through his mind were that he had kissed his own crush (though Ichigo only became a crush since this morning).

"Oi, Shirosaki! You here?" A voice called out, humorous and full of happiness. It was Urahara, he was the math teacher at the school and he was quite a strange man, most people knew that (he was also Shirosaki's instructor too). The familiar green striped hat and fan instantly gave him away even the green kimono he always wore that was against the school's regulations made him stand out. "Doctor Metamorcy needs to see you." The man appeared on the scene with a wide grin and eyes hidden below the hat. His lips curled up further and hid it behind the fan.

Shirosaki glanced at Ichigo for a split-second before hopping up, running to the school building without bothering on turning back. He continued to sprint, his white hair disappearing inside the structure and away from all those prying eyes. Dashing up the stairs, he didn't stop until he made it into the safety of the doctor's office, who was apparently staring at him the moment he stomped in. Drang raised an eyebrow but his expression remained unchanged and motioned him to the examination table with a light wave of the hand. Shirosaki did as he was…told and waited patiently, swinging his feet, trying to gather his mind back together. He leaned forward, arms on his knees, sighing deeply. Still pandering over what had occurred, he rubbed his temples in frustration. Now the problem was that he had actually liked it. He really, really had liked the touch. Fuck! A low growl of aggravation escaped through his lips at this realization.

The white-haired doctor silently took off the shirt that covered the bruise and quickly covered it in the bandages. He grabbed the extra materials and placed them on the table nearby, finished with everything. His black eyes caught sight of something beside the items and pondered wordlessly over it before glancing to his patient.

"Shirosaki, catch." Drang suddenly commended, tossing a small metal object.

The albino caught it with ease, his golden pools gazing down at the thing. It was a pair of keys.

"I'll examine you later, go get some rest. You look like you need it." Drang pointed to the back room. It was a place where those that needed to rest peacefully could stay far away from everyone else or for those that were sick. "But I'll only allow you to skip lunch and one period, no more. Also, I don't do this often so you better on abuse it."

Shirosaki sighed in bliss, his shoulders slumping, now comprehending how exhausted he really was. "Thanks, doc."

Now the only problem was this afternoon…

Is it me or are these all getting shorter?

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