Ichigo stared down on the albino in his arms, seeing that his golden-black eyes were half-lidded as he gazed over to the side while chewing on his lower lip. Embarrassment written all over his face as the vibrant haired teenager slowly floated down to the ground, his hands' grasp on Hichigo tightening, making the alabaster form cringe, thinking he had done something wrong.
"I don't believe this," he muttered, dropping his bright colored head, eyes screwed shut, a look of utter confusion and agony etched into his features, "but...I like Orihime..."
The Hollow twisted in Ichigo's arms uncomfortably, placing his hands against his chest and pushing away, but still held in place as he stared at the lightly tanned shinigami's face, guilt stabbing through his chest.
I...I shouldn' have told 'im, he thought as he winced, feeling the grip tighten a bit more, as if forgetting that the mirror was present and in his arms, I shouldn' want 'im...
"I...Ichigo?" he whimpered, looking at him with frightened golden-black eyes, the shinigami opening his eyes and blinking as his auburn eyes connected with the Hollow's own. "Are...you alright?"
The eldest Kurosaki slowly set Hichigo down, making sure both of his sandaled feet tapped the ground and stood, looking at him with creased brows, creased from concern and panic. The panic was so easily seen in his brilliant eyes, half-lidded and gaze turned toward the ground as his breath hitched once Ichigo pulled him close once again, burying his face into the white locks.
Soft and...warm. The Hollow in his arms was warm.
Unlike him, he felt like his blood ran cold within his system, and needed warmth very, very badly. And the only source to the heat was his other half.
The white haired duplicate blinked, his face buried into the vibrant haired teen's neck, his hot, sticky, breath tickling the teen's skin, making him shiver at the sensation, yet took in the Hollow's scent.
Rain...
He smelt so much like the raindrops' tears. That fell from the, now, clouded sky. Ichigo placed his hands on the stunned form's back, clamping his hands on the attire the white haired form wore, coiling his fingers around it as he sank his nose into the bittersweet scent's area more, the breath tickling the albino as he placed his hands on Ichigo's lightly tanned arms, wrapping his fingers around them, holding on tightly as though it was a dream he didn't want to let go of.
He smells like rain.
And they stayed like that, even when rain began to fall from Ichigo's torn heart, now knowing that he was in love with his Hollow...and his feelings towards Orihime vanishing before his very, closed, eyes.
Sweet, sweet...rain.
"I'm sorry, Ichigo," Hichigo whispered, closing his eyes as they sank to the floor, holding onto each other tightly, afraid the other would vanish and leave the other to their own misery.
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Here you go HichiIchi/IchiHichi fans, some fluff/shonen-ai.