Toshiro: Here, coffee.
Ichigo: Give it to Pakkun, he needs it more than we do.
Pakkun: Mm, no need. I'm just gonna go take a nap now…
Toshiro: *grabs his collar* Oh no you won't.
Pakkun: *sighs sleepily then coughs*
Johru: Poor Pakkun! Dx
Johru: He doesn't own Bleach at all. Please excuse us, *bow*
Toshiro: Pakkun's sick. So… Well, forgive this idiot if she ruins the storyline.
Johru: NANI! *angry*
The Snow Prince
Chapter Two – To Enumerate
3rd person's point of view
The laughter of Kusaka roared and echoed around the captain-commander's room. The first captain frowned at this when the laughter disappeared. Yamamoto summoned Kyoraku and Ukitake to the office. In a small swift, they were followed by their lieutenants—Nanao and Kotetsu. The two lieutenants bowed in respect to their elder. The two Captains however, did not budge, they remained standing.
"I have a request, for the two of you," the old man said grudgingly. The two men looked up.
"Hai, soutaichou."
"I sent the 10th division captain back to Earth—" the two captains froze, their eyes widened. "—to start over again. But I'm starting to doubt on myself,"
"Why is that, captain?" Ukitake asked as he frowned.
"I believe Hitsugaya's in danger, with Kurosaki focused on his studies and with the Arrancar roaming around, Hitsugaya remains unpro—"
Matsumoto bursts through the door crying, there was blood all over her shinigami uniform. Her left arm was bruised badly and Nanao ran towards the lieutenant with full concern running through her eyes.
"F-From Hueco Mundo…" she stuttered as she coughed out blood. "T-They w-were looking to t-taichou…"
All of them froze except the captain-commander.
"Kyoraku, follow Hitsugaya Toshiro and protect him at all cost. Ukitake, inform Urahara Kisuke about this and stay there before the captain departs. Tell the rest of the captains to stay input, this is an emergency. Protect Hitsugaya Toshiro at all cost."
"Ya-Yamamoto-soutaichou," Rangiku said before she got dragged out to Unohana's office. "I-I… heard K-Kusaka Sojiro's voice…"
"H-He wants to kill K-Kurosaki Ichigo…"
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Kori blinked as she rubbed her chocolate brown eyes. Ichigo was about to yawn again until Toshiro caught him and threw the oven mitt to his mouth. "Even if there were a lot of bad things happening, he was protected by his friends. When he left, he went to his grandmother's house first…"
The carrot top growled in annoyance as he scratched his head and gave the little girl to him. Toshiro frowned at this, before his spouse stood up to leave, he grabbed his hand gently, causing Ichigo to turn and stare deep into his pleading eyes.
He groaned, "Can't help it, I never really did like the story of the Snow Prince,"
"Why not?"
"Because for the last time, he doesn't resemble your personality. You're not heartless, okay?" Toshiro smiled slightly at ease then chuckled as Kori yawned. "Papa?"
"Nani?"
"Can you tell me the story of the Snow Prince?"
The white-haired man looked up to his lover and sighed in exasperation. "I'll tell you part of it," he said finally.
"Eh? Why part of it, papa?"
"Because Ichi-tou's not going to be happy."
Their little ice princess looked at Ichigo and reached for his hand. Ichigo noticed the sadness on her face and sighed as he sat back down.
"Fine, I'll stay but if I ever see that sad look on your face like you once us—"
"I know, I know."
"Babe, I just really don't want that sad fa—"
"I don't need your pity, Kurosaki," he snapped as the new captain kept his distance all of a sudden. I-I didn't mean to snap, o-oh no… Toshiro thought.
When he realized that his spouse was offended, Hitsugaya's eyes flicked with worry and reached for his arm precariously. "N-No, wait… I'm s-sor—"
Ichigo shook his arm, not wanting any contact with the other so he also turned his gaze away. Hitsugaya started trembling while Kori frowned and gripped on her father's apron. She stared into his sad turquoise eyes and reached for his cheeks as she noticed that tears started to flood his eyes.
"Papa," she said softly as she started crying afterward, influenced by the power of her papa's sorrow as it started to run back to him.
This caught the shinigami's attention. Stupid idiot, you know how Toshiro hasn't recovered from what Kusaka did—Ichigo grimaced and mentally slapped himself. He scooted closer to the other two and watched as Kori tried to reach to wipe her papa's tears away but didn't achieve. Toshiro held unto the little girl closer, not wanting any of this to happen.
Guilty about what he just did, Ichigo reached for Kori's arms as his little girl looked up to him and raised her arms to be carried. She was still crying pretty badly and Toshiro rested his palms on his knees, gripping them as tight as he could as tears fell down on his soft khakis.
Ichigo rubbed Kori's back comfortingly as she hiccupped. When they reached her room, he placed her on her bed, putting the white covers over to her shoulders. He sat next to her as she slowly calmed down.
"Gomen ne, Kori-chan," he said sincerely.
"I-Ichi-tou…" she whimpered. "Y-You guys won't l-leave right..?"
He kissed her forehead, "No, never."
"Y-You and papa l-love each other right…?"
He smiled slightly, "Of course, forever and ever."
When the little girl fell asleep, Ichigo sighed loudly to himself. You're a stupid piece of fuck, the man cursed himself as he stood up and shut her bedroom closed. He scratched his head in frustration as he walked down the hall and to the kitchen to apologize until his eyes snapped open.
A startling sound of pots, pans, and plates cracking all together made Ichigo's heart stop beating for a moment and he ran to the sing. There was a gash of blood on the sink and blood trails followed down to the stove where Toshiro was weakly picking up the baked chicken with his bare hands without the oven mitts. He ran and kneeled down next to the man who's eyes were puffy and his right arm wrists wounded from the knife that was clearly surrounded by the broken pieces of the plate.
"Toshiro, what the hell!" he screamed as he dropped the pan and held his lovers' heated hands. He examined them as quickly as he could then scooped the little body up with his arms.
He ran to the room, currently not giving a fuck about the mess that he caused in the kitchen. Cleaning his lovers' wound was more important. He reached for the cabinet and grabbed a piece of gauze.
"Toshiro, stay with me. Come on, wake up," he shook his lover gently but at the same time violently. "God, I hope you didn't cut your vein by accident…"
Toshiro's eyes squinted together in pain. "I h-hate this h-human body Kurosaki… I feel so weak…"
Hope glinted from Ichigo's eyes. "Hang in there baby, I'll clean your wound first…"
"I-It hurts…" the little fragile body shook vehemently. "My hands and wrists feel so numb… Ichigo…"
Ichigo used the gauze and placed it over the deep cut. As he reached for the rolled bandage, he unrolled the length and sliced it with his teeth then wrapped it around his wrists as tight as he could to stop it from bleeding.
"You idiot, why did you grab the pan when you know it's heated?" he snarled worriedly.
"If I didn't, the house would burn, baka…" was the soft but annoyed reply.
The taller man climbed to their bed, setting himself down next to Hitsugaya who was obviously trying to reach for a blanket. "Are you cold?"
A nod.
He reached for the man next to him and held him close to share his warmth. His spiked, white hair brushed through Ichigo's chin softly and Toshiro leaned in to rest his head on his spouses' protective chest. But later on, Hitsugaya tensed slightly, remembering what just happened earlier. He started to shake violently in fear. "A-Are you s-still mad at me…?"
No answer. Hitsugaya looked up to see his face until Ichigo brushed his lips against his. The man's eyes widened, turquoise eyes sparkling in confusion. His eyes started to close slowly and relaxed his body as Ichigo pulled him closer and deepened the kiss.
Toshiro gave him permission as he opened his mouth. Ichigo's tongue searched for the others' and sucked on them slowly before they battled in a fierce kiss. He started to get hazy as he runs out of breath. Ichigo's right arm buried against his soft white hair, still not wanting their lips to part. Toshiro nibbled on his lovers' lips, trying to tell him that he's alright now so they parted.
The shinigami smiled slightly as he watched his cute little lover catch his breath. Hitsugaya snuggled up to him but looked up again when Ichigo cupped his chin up to look deeply into his eyes, motioning him to another loving kiss. To Toshiro, it was more of a peck.
"I'm sorry Toshiro, I didn't mean to get ma—"
"It's okay Ichigo," he said with a small smile. "You're just worried about me, I understand…"
"Just…" he thought about the right words to say, "—just remember, if you're not ready to talk about it. Don't tell Kori. She'll understand."
"I was going to tell her the story about the Snow Prince," he stated softly. "Ichigo…"
"I'm sorry," he said, burying his face on his soft, white hair. "I love you."
"I love you too, Kurosaki," He said trying to make his lover smile. "Yamamoto approved your request because he wanted to prevent Kusaka from—"
"Shh," he said as he stared into space. "Kusaka had nothing to do with this. He approved my request because he knew that I wanted to be with you…"
Hitsugaya breathed in sluggishly as he smiled warmly. "I-I'm too tired right now," he said quietly. "Let me… rest for a little while longer…"
Ichigo shut his eyes closed as guilt started to pressure him. He held Hitsugaya close as the small man fell into deep slumber. He looked down and kissed his lips before he followed to sleep. Kori can wake them up before they visit Toshiro's grandmother's tomb.
The Ice Prince in the story died because of his cold heart… Ichigo reminded himself as he drifted to hibernation. That's why, Toshiro… You're not like him…
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"Dumb fuck! Why isn't he answering his phone?" Renji growled through his cellphone as he called one more time.
'Ichigo Kurosaki is not available at the moment, please try again la—'
"Don't worry, he'll return your call later," Rukia said at the hospital bed. "I want to see Hoshiko,"
"Right, I'll go get him from the nursery. I'll be back in a moment."
Rukia sat up as she looked out of the window with the sun shining bright on her. She smiled slightly and adjusted the bed. Time flows by fast huh, Ichigo? She asked him mentally. It's all because of you, that we can start over like this…Arigatou, Hitsugaya-taichou.
Johru: *sweatdrop* gomen. I really didn't know the action part, so I wrote an emotional line.
Toshiro: *smacks head* STUPID. You make me sound like a suicidal person!
Johru: But you're not though! You just get scared because you got rap—
Ichigo: *covers mouth* OOOOOOOOOOOOOKAY. That's enough. Pakkun probably isn't the type to say this… BUT PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS! It'll be much appreciated! ^-^