A/N: Here ya go my pretties! Another chapter for you to suffer through! I am actually a little upset at what little response the last chapter got though :/ I'm not actually the type to ask reviews, I believe you will if you want. Well here ya go! Enjoy and don't hate me =.=
Summary: Ichigo; on the run after being accused of witch craft. Who can he trust? Not many. Modern-day despite how it sounds. A.U. ShiroIchi. T.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
EDIT: Sorry but I found too many mistakes for my liking so I fixed all the ones I found. This is what I get for uploading without proofreading!
Don't Take Me: Leave the Past Where it Lay
I woke up to a coughing and highly sweaty Shiro beside me. His hypnotizing eyes were screwed shut as he, as it seemed, struggled to breath. Panicking, I threw off my covers and shuffled towards him. I touched his face, expecting him to be hot, or at least warm, but he was actually kind of cold. I gave a few light slaps to his face but he was unresponsive to my touch. Panicking even more, I yelled for my dad.
"Dad! Dad get in here!" Worrying he didn't hear me; I flew towards the door, wrenching it open to come face-to-face with Isshin.
"Ichigo! What is it?" He asked, worry evident in his voice.
"It's Shiro! He… He's all sweaty and- I don't know! He won't respond to me! Help him!"
"Ichigo calm down, I'll help him," he said as he rushed over towards the still the coughing Shiro. He pulled the covers off of him and I could clearly see that he was convulsing. Wait, so he wasn't coughing, he was struggling for air. I ran over to my dad, helping him lift Shiro's head and trying to make him comfortable until the seizure passed. A couple minutes later and it finally quit, Shiro relaxing into my arms as his breathing slowly steadied. Opening his eyes, he held a look of pure confusion as I helped him sit up a little. My dad started the routine round of questioning.
"Do you know your name?" There was a pause before he answered.
"Shirosaki Hichigo."
"When is your birthday?" Another pause.
"June 15th."
"Do you know where you are?" Shiro sat there with a contemplating look for a minute.
"Nah, not really."
"Ah ok. You're at the Kurosaki Clinic. You just had a seizure, Mr. Hichigo, do you have a history of seizures?"
"Sorta."
"I'm going to need more information than that."
"An' Ima nee' some pain killers. Ma fuckin' 'ead is killin' me."
"Alright come with me, you too Ichigo." I nodded following my dad out into the clinic area.
`~D~T~M~`
"Eva 'eard of Chediak-Higashi Syndrome?" Shiro asked, looking straight at my dad. My dad looked slightly taken aback as he handed Shiro a Vicadin. Shiro took it with a grateful look, chugging the glass of water left for him. He lay back on the bed, resting his arm over his eyes.
"Turn tha' light off ol' man. Damn… Ma 'ead." Shiro complained. My dad went to turn off the light as I took a seat next to the bed, getting irritated. What the hell was Chidiek-whatever? Why did Shiro have a seizure? Was he sick?
"Don' make tha' face King, ya look constipated," Shiro commented, looking at me through squinted gold irises. I let my face relax and just blurted my question. What the hell, right?
"What is that syndrome you were talking about earlier?" My dad gave me a look.
"Ya explain it ol' man, 'm tired." Nodding, my dad turned towards me, that rare serious expression on his face.
"Chediak-Higashi Syndrome," I nodded, prompting him to continue, "is a rare disease found in children that generally causes their albinism. It is associated with the LYST gene, and causes a defect with their white blood cells. Due to this, they have a susceptibility to infections. It is very rare for children born with Chediak to live past infancy due to their weakened immune system and the many infections. People who live to adulthood general develop neurological problems. Seizures are common, along with clumsiness, weakness, and difficulty walking. It usually causes death within the first ten years of life, so with Shiro I'm not so sure-"
"Sounds 'bout right." Shiro said, effectively cutting off my dad.
"So…"
"Ya ain't gotta say anythin' Ichi. I'd actually prefer if ya didn'. Le's jus' go ta bed, ne?"
"Ok." I replied with a sigh.
"Shiro has to stay in here so I can keep an eye on him, but you can go back to your room Ichigo." Nodding, I said my good nights to Shiro and made my way towards my room. I got to my room and looked at my bed, kind of scared to sleep there. I stripped the bed, pulling out a spare blanket and laid on the bare mattress. I stared at the ceiling as my eyes started to droop;
"Good night Shiro."
`~D~T~M~`
"Wake up my son!" Came the enthusiastic yell and too-close-to-the-groin kick from my estranged father. "Your sisters are already at school and your boyfriend is still asleep!~"
"Ok! Just shut-up and stop yelling already!" I shouted, trying to land a punch of my own while holding my sore stomach. I missed, and my dad let out a triumphant chuckle as he made his way downstairs. Damn, does he take fucking happy pills or some shit? Oh, yeah. It's called Ecstasy. Fuck. Sighing, I decided to go check on Shiro. I made my way down to the clinic, going down the hall Shiro was in. I knocked but received no answer, of course, so I let myself in.
He didn't look so peaceful this time. His forehead was creased and his cheeks were puffed out. The bags under his eyes were more noticeable due to his scrunching his eyebrows. He must still have a headache. His breathing seemed fine and, other than him sleeping in a fetal position, he seemed normal. I glanced over at the clock on the wall, 12:07. I should wake him up.
"Oi, Shiro." No response. "Shirosaki," I said, nudging his arm. Hey! I gotta groan! "Come on, Snowflake! Wake up!" That got him! He popped open a golden eye, groaning as he did so.
"Shit Ichi, couldn' le' me sleep fo' a minute? Wha' time is it anyways?" Chuckling I told him the time as I grabbed him a couple Excedrin my dad left for him. "Thanks."
"No problem. Felling any better? Besides the headache." He just gave a quaint nod and a small grunt. There was a semi-tense silence. There was something obviously wrong with him. "Anything you want to talk about?" Another grunt. "You can talk to me you know…" Sighing, Shiro turned towards me, a distant look gracing his ashen features.
"Jus' thinkin' 'bout ma past. I… I had a dream 'bout ma childhood."
"You want to talk about it?' I offered, feeling a bit awkward. I was never good in comforting situations.
"Sure, might make me feel better," he said with a smirk, the smirk falling as he continued, "but it's a long story. Ya up fer it?" I nodded. "Ok, but don' say I didn' warn ya." He cleared his throat, "I dreamt 'bout tha day my Ma an' Pa kicked me out of tha house. I was ten. Che, yea, ten-fuckin'-years-old. Anyways, I jus' got home from school, fuckin' Hell, an' ma parents were arguin' again. I jus' figured it was 'bout somethin' stupid, like always, but it wasn'. It was 'bout me. I was gonna ignore it, it aint unusual fer them ta argue 'bout me, an' jus' go to ma room but my Ma snatched my wrist and wrenched me back towards 'em." He sighed, taking a breath and leaning back against the pillow.
"I still 'member 'er words. 'You fucking demon child! Why couldn't you be normal? Like your brother, he's normal!' She spat in ma face, shakin' me by ma arm. I was used to this by now, it was nothin' new. They'd always complain 'bout havin' a sick child, 'bout me costin' 'em out the ass… Whatever, they were never happy ta help me. My Pa jus' went along wit' whatever my Ma said. He never stuck up fer me."
"'m getting' off topic, sorry. The dream, right?" I sat there, in shock. His parents didn't give a damn? I studied his face. A poker face, but I could tell he was hurting, even if he wouldn't show it. "Well she pulled me back only ta push me down. She went on an' on 'bout me bein' a demon child an' shit as I sat on the floor, like a dog at her fuckin' feet. Eventually, my Pa stepped in jus' ta say two simple words, 'Get out.' I tell ya, Ichi, probably tha best words Devil-bastard eva said." He finished chuckling.
"If you don't mind me asking," I started, "What did you do after that?"
"I packed what little shit I had an' left! Nnoi? Ya, we grew up togetha in a half-way house. Nel too." He said with a proud smirk. I smiled at him despite the horrible situation. I couldn't imagine my own mother and father, idiot that he is, not wanting me. Even though, Shiro seems pretty happy…
"Le's go eat, ne? 'm hungry an' tha' 'eadche finally quit poundin' so much." Laughing at his description of the migraine, I helped him up and we made our way towards the kitchen.
`~D~T~M~`
"I wanna leave before my family finds out, Shiro."
"Ne?"
"I want to leave." We were on the porch, just enjoying the weather, Shiro in the shade of course, when it hit me. I don't want my family finding out about all this witch-shit.
"Aight, go say your good-byes an' get yer crap," said the albino, getting up and making his way towards the door. Nodding, I followed.
"Dad! I'm getting ready to leave!"
"So soon? My boy!"
"Yea, sorry pops. Tell Yuzu and Karin I love them and I'll try and visit them as soon as I can." Short and sweet, just the way I like it.
"Thanks fer everythin' ol' man." Shiro said, holding out his hand for a handshake. Ignoring it, my dad pulled him in for a hug, screaming about boyfriends and grandbabies.
"And Shiro," he said getting both our attentions, "You should think about going on some meds, ok? Also, take care of my boy, I'm counting on you," he said giving him a wide smile and a thumbs up.
"Count on it!" Shiro replied, giving him a grin of his own. We packed up the car and settled in. Starting the car and pulling off, Shiro's grin faded and his look became serious.
"Ichi."
"Huh?"
"I never got my kiss." I spluttered, my face going red as I gave him an incredulous look.
"Wait, what!" I shouted.
"Ma kiss, the otha night? I never got it." Oh shit. Is he serious? I glanced over. Yep, dead-serious. How can someone look that serious and still pay attention to the road? "So?"
"What!" I shouted again.
"Ma kiss," he repeated.
"Are you serious?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"I don' kid 'bout yer lips Ichi." He said winking at me. My face got hotter. Well he does kind of deserve it. Quickly diving in, I planted a quick one on his cheek.
"No' good enough," he said, "I want yer lips on mine, Ichi."
"You're driving!"
"Oh~! So yer willing! I knew ya liked me!" He said cackling.
"Sh-shut up!"
"Red light!" Before I barely had time to register that, his lips were crashed against my own. Pleasure filled my senses as his tongue forced its way into my mouth, pushing against my own. His teeth were knocking against mine in a desperate attempt to get closer. I felt his hand trail its way up my side as the other fisted itself in my hair. A blaring horn brought me back to my senses as I jumped away, my head colliding with the window. He started moving again.
"Ya okay, Ichi?" Shiro asked laughing.
"Fine." I mumbled, trying to fight down the blush. I'm failing, I know I am, and Shiro is still laughing. Jesus Christ, what did I just do? Oh, made-out with a hot albino at a red-light, pissed some-one off when said light turned green, and probably gave yourself a concussion. Sounds about right.
"Ichi…" Shiro said snickering.
"What?" I asked warily.
"Lil' Kingy wants ta play."
"Wha-" I said, now becoming aware of the ominous bulge in my pants. "Oh fuck!"
"Hahaha! Its ok, Ichi! 'm flattered!" I sunk into the seat, embarrassed. I glanced over at Shiro, making a discovery of my own.
"You're one to talk," I pointed out snickering.
"Well, yer one hell of a kisser!"
"…You have no shame…"
"Nope!"
`~D~T~M~`
It's black. I can't see anything. My hands are even silhouettes in my vision. I hear a voice. Whose voice is that?
"Ichigo."
It's male. A sultry tone that sounds as if submerged in water. I know that voice from somewhere, but where?
"Ichigo!"
It's getting louder, closer. Everything is still so dark. It's still so lonely. I can't see! I can't! Wait! Who is that? Why can I see him?
"Wake up!"
The voice belongs to him. Wake up? Wake up from what? Am I dreaming? Why am I dreaming of such darkness? Of such a man? Why-
"'Bout time ya woke up! Why were ya whimperin'?" It was Shiro.
"When did I fall asleep?" I asked.
"After we stopped at tha gas station ta cho-"
"I get it!"
"Did ya 'ave a nightmare?"
"I… I honestly don't remember." I said as the dream slowly started to fade away. Shiro just shrugged, his eyes trained on the road. Damn this is boring. I wonder where we are going? ... I really don't care. Sighing, I rested my hand in my palm and gazed out the window.
"Wanna go out?"
"The fuck?" I asked, whipping my head towards Shiro.
"Well ain't tha' 'ow they do it? Ya like someone so ya ask 'em out er some shit?"
"Well I guess but I didn't think you liked me." God I feel like I'm back in High School.
"Ya, I do. Wanna go out?"
"… Sure," I said, probably smiling like an idiot. Every red light after that was a problem.