Well, for all you fine folks out there who waited so patiently for this… here, ladies and gents, is the continuation of the epic story. Enjoy XD
CHAPTER 2
Toshiro ran, or rather walked faster than normal, to the clinic while barely carrying Ichigo, switching from carrying him bridal style to draped over his shoulders every couple of minutes. Damn it, why am was I cursed with such a lack of height? Although he was thinking about himself, Toshiro just wanted to get his mind off the fact that it was Ichigo he was hauling to get medical assistance. He just didn't want to accept the fact that his dumbass of an ex-boyfriend might be dying in his arms.
Finally! I can see it! I swear, Ichigo, if you die on me, I'll kill you myself whenever I find you in the Soul Society. When he finally neared the building, Toshiro set Ichigo down gently on the ground and pounded on the door with all the strength he could gather. When no one answered after a few minutes, he started to panic again. What if none of them were home? What if Ichigo died on the doorstep of his own home while his family might be away? Toshiro would not let that happen. Although Ichigo was his ex-boyfriend, he still had very strong feelings towards the idiotic strawberry. It was true that on the night of their anniversary that he and Renji kissed, but Ichigo was so angry that Toshiro didn't even have time to fully explain himself. He absolutely did not blame Ichigo for acting the way he did, Toshiro probably would've acted the same way. But it was hard to see Ichigo with so much pain and sorrow on his face at one time that Toshiro had nearly burst into tears after Ichigo disappeared through the door on that night.
But now was no time to reminisce. He had to get Ichigo to a doctor, and fast, or risk the death of the strawberry man in his arms. Just as suddenly as he picked Ichigo up and was about to take him away, the door swung open. In the door stood a man that looked to be in his late thirties or early forties with spiky brown hair that rounded his face almost like that of a goatee. The man stared at the boy with the unnaturally white hair and usually sparkling teal eyes that were now dull with pain and sadness, and then to the unconscious man in the strange boy's arms.
Toshiro was the first to speak. "Isshin Kurosaki?"
The man seemed to be a bit surprised by Toshiro's knowing of his name, but did not say anything. He just continued to stare at the limp form in front of him.
Toshiro again broke the silence, his voice almost pleading and filled with pain. "Please help your son. He needs serious medical attention and you were the closest practice. I know you are not open at the moment, but…"
"Bring him inside, quickly. He doesn't have much time." Isshin Kurosaki's voice was filled with a mixture of professionalism and the words of a grieving father.
He picked up Ichigo from Toshiro's arms and carried his son into the clinic part of the house. "How long ago did you find my son?"
That question surprised Toshiro enough to falter and hesitate at an answer. How long was Ichigo wandering around outside? "I found him about half an hour ago, but I don't know how long he had been out before I ran into him. It could have been hours." That is how I found him. I literally ran right into him. Is it my fault that he is unconscious?
Toshiro came out of his deep thinking because of a large callused hand that was placed on his shoulder. He turned his head and looked into the dark brown eyes of Ichigo's father with pain and hopelessness in his teal orbs. He remembered Ichigo talking about this man when they were together. Said that he didn't know how his father would react if he found out that he was seeing Toshiro.
"It's okay, son. Ichigo is a strong young man. I have seen him grow so much since his mother passed away. He will not leave the people he loves. He's too stubborn to give up this easily," Isshin muttered, almost whispered to Toshiro.
But it is because of me that he is in this state. It is because of me that he was willing to go this far and cause harm to himself. It is because of me that Ichigo… wants to die. Tears were forming in Toshiro's eyes, and he violently fought to push them back. "Please, just help him. I don't know what I would do if he died right in front of me. I could not live with myself if your son died because of me."
Isshin removed his hand from Toshiro's shoulders and carried Ichigo's limp form to a hospital bed. "You are welcome to stay out in the hallway while I examine him. I don't know who you are, but you seem like a fine young man. Thank you for bringing my son home." And with that, Isshin disappeared when he shut the door to the room, Ichigo lying almost lifeless on the bed.
Toshiro sat down in one of the chairs in the hallway and put his head in his hands. His shoulders started to shake violently as he released sobs that he had been harboring for the past year. "Oh god, Ichigo," he whispered between sobs. "I wish you knew what really happened that night. I wanted to tell you. And I wanted you to believe me so badly. But you just wouldn't listen. You wouldn't just fucking listen to me." As he sat there in the chair in the hallway of the Kurosaki clinic, his mind flashed itself back to that dreadful night after Ichigo had left.
"Like hell it's not!" Ichigo made his way to the door that lead through the shop when he turned around to face his boyfriend and the red haired son of a bitch with tears flowing from his eyes and down his cheeks, staining the ground. "I hope you are happy, Hitsugaya-taicho!"
Toshiro was left to stare dumbfounded at the door after the only good thing to ever happen in his life.
"Well, that was deep," Renji said sarcastically. He had finally recovered from the injury to his balls and face and was making his way towards Toshiro, again, determined to finish what he had started.
"You fucking son of a bitch," Toshiro spat. Venom coated his words and pure hatred glazed his eyes as he turned around and looked at the red headed bastard that had stolen his life. "Get out of my sight before I kill your sorry ass."
Renji ignored Toshiro's words and made his way to the white haired boy and snuck his arms around his waist. "Oh no, I'm frightened. Turn around, baby, and give me a kiss like the good whore you are."
Renji didn't know what happened next as he was again hit straight in the balls and a sword was now pointed to his neck as he was sprawled on the floor, already seeing stars.
Toshiro didn't waste any time pointing Hyourinmaru at Renji, aimed at killing the man for ruining the one marvelous thing that had ever happened to him. "Now, you listen to me like the dumbass whore that you are. I will give you to the count of ten, if your brain can count that far, to get your sorry, lowlife ass away from me unless you want me to fuck your face up beyond all recognition that not even the gods would recognize you."
"Oh come on, baby, I was just trying to have some fun with you. And don't even tell me you weren't enjoying it." A sly smile worked its way onto Renji's face. "It's not like you asked me to stop or anything."
Toshiro couldn't take it anymore. He raised Hyourinmaru and brought the blade down and pierced the flesh of Renji's shoulder. As the red head screamed in agony, Toshiro grabbed Renji's throat and squeezed as hard as possible. "YOU are the SICKEST scum of the universe! YOU came onto ME! You were probably going to rape me if Ichigo hadn't come along! Now, get up and GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS WORLD!"
As if on cue, Urahara burst through the door, a smug smile on his face. "Need a hand getting back to the Soul Society, Renji?"
Toshiro stood up from the floor and ran out of the shop, never intending to visit the World of the Living again.
"…Son. Hey, are you alright? Wake up."
Toshiro was awakened by the sound of a male voice making its way through Toshiro's mind. He opened his eyes to find himself staring into the face of none other than Isshin. When he tried to sit up, he noticed a dull pain at the base of his skull that started to get stronger the longer he was awake. He decided to ask the inevitable question.
"How long was I asleep?" Toshiro asked with a bit of hindrance in his voice.
"Three hours now," Isshin whispered. "I found you just lying on the floor out in the hallway and decided to put you in a bed. Are you feeling okay? Do you need any medicine?"
Toshiro rubbed the base of his neck and said, "Do you have anything for a headache?" Well done Toshiro, you're in a medical clinic and you had to ask if he has medicine for a god damn headache. You are such a dick.
"Of course I do. I'll be right back with your medicine." Before Isshin disappeared out the door, he turned around abruptly and looked at Toshiro with eyes that could pierce through one's soul. "When you are feeling up to it, you can go see Ichigo." This phrase made Toshiro feel like the weight of the universe was on his shoulders. "My son is unconscious and barely alive, but stable for now. Maybe you can help him in some way. He seems to know you."
Toshiro's eyes widened at the last statement. "How do you know that?"
"He wouldn't stop saying your name throughout the whole time I examined him. 'Toshiro, where is Toshiro?'" The older Kurosaki looked as if he would suddenly burst into tears. "He has not said anyone's name in his sleep since his mother was killed. And when he did, it was usually her name."
As Isshin Kurosaki left, Toshiro felt his heart break into a million pieces. As soon as Isshin was totally out of sight, Toshiro lifted himself from his bed and ran as fast as he could towards Ichigo's room. When he finally arrived, he slowly walked towards the door and slowly opened it. What he saw would haunt his dreams for the rest of his existence.
The scene that lay before Toshiro Hitsugaya, captain of squad ten of the Gotei 13, consisted of monitors and wires hooked up and sticking into Ichigo, who looked like shit, to put it bluntly. His skin that was normally a light tan was now almost as pale as Toshiro's. His eyes had the darkest rings around them. Darker rings than when Toshiro would get stuck with weeks of paperwork and spend countless sleepless nights working. Even his reiatsu seemed to be very, very weak. Toshiro could hardly sense his strawberry at all.
Toshiro made his way over to where Ichigo was laying and rested his head against the substitute shinigami's chest, making sure he was still breathing. "Oh Ichigo," he whispered. "I don't know what to do. I finally see you after a whole year and this is how we spend our time." Tears started to flow for the second time, making their way to dampen Ichigo's chest. "Do you see how much trouble you cause me you retarded strawberry? You're making me cry! I'm not supposed to cry like the child everyone thinks I am. I'm supposed to be invincible, not being able to be controlled by petty emotions." Toshiro's hand found it's way to Ichigo's cheek. He cupped Ichigo's cheek in his small hand and moved his face closer to Ichigo's. "No matter how hard I try, I can't think of anyone else… except you."
As Toshiro moved his lips to kiss his ex, a cackling laughter erupted from Ichigo's lips. This caused the tiny taicho to jump up and move away from Ichigo.
Ichigo's face suddenly distorted and his eyes turned black with golden irises. The thing that was now Ichigo turned its head and stared directly into Toshiro's eyes. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here. My my, you are just as pretty as king said ya would be."
Oh yes, I did just add Hollow Ichigo into the mix of things! I see that he is called either Hichigo or Ogichi. I'm gunna go with Ogichi because I'll be tempted to write just plain old Ichigo if I try the first one. But things will get spicy later. And in the reviews, tell me if I should incorporate a lemon down the road. It is all up to you guys. If you want a lemon, review. If not, you can still review, but just don't say anything about that! Thanks!