A/N: Well, here is another chapter and personally, I'm fairly happy with it ^^.

If there's any mistakes then I apologize, but I did my best! Thanks to the people who reviewed the first chapter :3

Enjoy!

Toushiro sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. He tossed and turned a little more before rolling over and climbing up off his spare futon. Sending a quick glance at the strawberry on his bed, who was most definitely out for the count, he walked out of his room and to his kitchen. He hadn't got much sleep that night, not because he'd been sleeping on the floor, just because he was so preoccupied. He set some water to boil and settled down at his table, resting his forehead on the cool table. He was stressing about what had happened last night between himself and Kurosaki in the corridor. Would he remember it when he woke up? What would he say if he did? Did he even want him to remember? Would he hurt Toushiro by saying he was just drunk and didn't mean it? Quite frankly, he didn't know what he would rather.

Toushiro had liked Ichigo Kurosaki for a long, long time. Since he had first seen him, he had been attracted to him, a feeling that had scared the living daylights out of him. He'd never been attracted to anyone before, he had never felt that such relationships were a necessity in life. And for his first attraction to be about a man was a shock too. He'd never felt he was gay, not that he'd had the chance to figure that out. He'd refused to believe it for years though, acting cold to Kurosaki instead of how he wanted too helped him to hide and deny it. Plus, there hadn't really been a good time for a relationship to start, whether it with a boy or a girl. The boy was a Ryoka to start with for god sake, he would have been arrested! Then the godamned bounts showed up and then the Arrancar and the Winter War. When it was all over and he'd had a chance to think about it though, he'd softened a bit and tried to befriend the boy. He ignored the little voice in his head that was always telling him to take a chance and…experiment…but after the corridor, he couldn't deny it. He wanted Ichigo to kiss him, over and over again.

The water bubbled and steamed, bringing his attention back to the present. He stood and made himself a coffee, using the beans that were actually brought up by Ichigo from the world of the living. He stood and smelled the rich aroma the coffee emitted, breathing deep before taking a small sip to avoid burning his tongue too much. He'd formed a distinct taste for coffee and was, what Ichigo called, a caffeine addict. He was grouchy in the morning if he didn't have a coffee that was all, no big deal, right?

Movement from the bedroom caught his attention as he heard someone emit a quiet groan. He walked over to stand in the doorway and chuckled lightly.

Ichigo was curled into a ball, one hand clutching his head as he watched the boy try to drag the quilt over his face and shield his eyes from the bright, harsh sunlight. Toushiro cleared his throat, trying to get the boys attention, laughing again when the strawberry resurfaced and tried to open his eyes. Through squinted, bloodshot eyes, he looked at Toushiro and moaned, barely able to form a coherent word. Toushiro left but returned a couple of minutes later with a tray with two cups of coffee and a glass and two pills. He set them down on bedside table before he sat on the edge of the bed with his back to the orange haired man.

"There are some pills for your headache and a cup of coffee there for you."

"You can't take tablets with coffee dumbass." Ichigo groaned from behind him.

"I know that, there's a glass of water there too. Idiot." He heard Ichigo chuckle behind him before seeing an arm reach from the glass and the tablets. He heard him pop them into his mouth and drain the glass before he sat up and picked up his coffee.

They sat there in silence for a while before Ichigo actually took notice of his surroundings.

"Um, Toushiro, where am I?"

"The Squad 10 Captains Quarters."

"Oh…"

He was going to ask where Toushiro had slept until he noticed the futon on the floor. He smiled a little, it was nice that Toushiro would give his bed away if someone else needed it. His headache wasn't that bad, he was just really tired. He thought back to last night, he hadn't really been up that late, but the vomiting had taken it out of him.

Ichigo looked around the room, it looked exactly like he had always expected, fairly plain and tidy…he liked tidy. There was set of drawers and a wardrobe against the opposite wall with picture frames sitting on top of the drawers. He couldn't make out the pictures though. He settled back into the bed again until a obvious question popped into his mind. How the hell did he end up here? He couldn't remember anything after his last saki with Rukia except the vomiting. Damn, he must have drank a lot after that, it was rare he couldn't remember something from a night drinking. He blushed, hoping it was from nothing embarrassing. Glad that Toushiro wasn't facing him, he asked him something.

"Can you remember what h-happened last night? I can't remember much at all." He smiled sheepishly, trying to sound nonchalant.

Toushiro's heart sank. He hung his head low and sighed, not answering for a while. "Neither do I to be honest." It had hurt to say it, but Ichigo was either telling the truth or trying to find out if he remembered it too. He wasn't going to take a chance with the latter.

Ichigo frowned, a little disappointed that Toushiro couldn't shine some light on the nights missing events.

Ichigo clapped him on the shoulder and smiled warmly at the smaller man when he'd turned to look at him. "Don't sweat it. I'm sure that means it was good night, ne?"

Toushiro chuckled a little. "Hopefully."

The white haired boy stood from the bed and walked to the door. "I need to go in the shower. Do me a favour to put all of your dishes in the sink before you go."

Ichigo saluted as the white haired man walked form the room. "Aye aye Captain!"

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Ichigo sat in the courtyard of the Kuchiki mansion, under one of Byakuya's many sakura trees as he stared over at the vast fish in the pond, completely spaced out. He'd been there for almost an hour, enjoying the peaceful silence and serenity the courtyard offered. He had come here a lot since the war. Byakuya had became used to his presence when he saw how good a friend he was to Rukia and had stopped threatening him with his Senbonzakura every time he found him loitering on his property. Thank god. He really wasn't in the mood for a confrontation like that, and here was the only place he could truly relax in peace. No one really knew he came here so, when he didn't want to be found, especially by the completely psycho captain of the 11th squad, Zaraki, he could just hide his spiritual pressure, which he could finally do, and take up residence under the same tree.

"Hey Ichigo!"

Said Ichigo looked around at the sound of a voice and smiled as he saw Rukia crossing over one of the little bridges that adorned the Kuchiki gardens, providing passage over the many mini streams and ponds. She was one of the few that knew to find him here, not that he minded. She was his best friend after all and she knew when to just sit with him in silence, he liked that.

"You look rough." She said as she came to stop beside him, looking down at him under the protective shade of the sakura tree.

"So do you."

She joined him on the floor, leaning back on the ancient bark and sighing contentedly. Some of the best times she'd had with this man were when they would sit somewhere peaceful and just enjoy nature and the fresh air, making idle conversation every now and then.

But she had bigger things to do. Like quiz him about last night.

"So, how did last night go?"

"Huh?" Ichigo asked, turning to face her.

"You know, with confessing to Captain Hitsugaya?"

Ichigo scoffed, a little taken aback by the question. Although, a memory of sitting with Rukia at the table being pestered into confessing. "I didn't confess to Toushiro, I wouldn't dare."

"Well, you followed him out of the dining hall late last night when you were unbelievably drunk, I assumed you'd done it then."

He thought back, he remembered stumbling into a corridor and finding Toushiro, after Rangiku had spun him around a lot. Then he was sick and then he woke up Toushiro's bedroom. He was sick in the toilets, he knew that because he had to pull away from Toushiro to run there…wait, he had to pull away? He furrowed his brow in concentration, trying hard to remember.

'Dontcha remember King?'

'Shut up horse.' Ichigo growled.

'Oh? So you don't want ta know what you're tryin ta remember?'

Ichigo's curiosity peaked.

'What?'

'Heh, interested in what I got ta say now?'

'Dammit, just tell me.'

He heard the hollow inside him chuckle. 'Well, ya pretty much shoved ya tongue down his throat.'

Ichigo froze.

'After ya told him ya like 'im.'

Ichigo felt his cheeks pink.

"Ichigo?" He was brought around by Rukia waving a hand in front of his face. He looked up at her, a look of pure horror painted on his face. "What's wrong?" She asked, frowning.

"I-I k-kissed him. I t-told him I liked him."

Rukia broke out into a grin. "I knew it! What did he say?"

"I can't remember, I think he just k-kissed me back. I don't remember being pushed away…"

"Oh my god Ichigo!" She squealed, throwing her arms around his neck. "I told you it would go well!"

When Ichigo didn't respond, she pulled back and looked at him. "Why aren't you happy."

"I told him this morning that I didn't remember what happened last night."

Rukia frowned. "Now why would you do a thing like that?"

"Because I didn't remember at the time!"

Rukia tutted. "Baka."

Ichigo sat back against the tree hard and closed his eyes tight shut.

"Well you're just going to have to find him and tell him."

Ichigo's eyes flew open. "What! I can't do that!"

"Why not?" Rukia frowned again.

"Because…it would be too embarrassing."

Rukia sighed. "So basically you can, you just won't. Fool."

Ichigo growled at her. "I'd like to see you do it."

Rukia's eyes flashed. "I would, because I'm not a coward. I didn't think you were either."

Ichigo blushed. "I'm not a coward!"

"Prove it." Rukia smirked.

Ichigo growled again. This is exactly how she'd got him last night too. Threatening to tell the captain about his affections herself…he couldn't even begin to imagine how embarrassing that would have turned out.

He shook his head and let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm not promising anything."

"But you'll try?"

"…Yes."

Rukia smiled, it was amazing how should go from best, understanding friend to best, able-to-make-shim-do-anything friend. What a mouthful. She turned and sat back against the tree, closing her eyes and looking completely at peace.

He watched her for a while. He knew she was just trying to help him, but the idea of confessing again was like the epitome of embarrassment. Come on, when Kon had went crazy in his body the first time he used him and kissed Orihime's hand and Tatsuki on the cheek…he felt like he could have died. Rukia hadn't really seen the massive problem that he did, but Tatsuki sure did. Tables flew, let's put it that way.

Ichigo stared back out over the courtyard, taking in his favourite view from his favourite spot and was taken in by its calm and peaceful beauty. Only Rukia knew that he appreciated beautiful scenery and loved to watch a sunset. That's what he'd been hoping to see today. He missed watchin them from his bedroom window…

"So when you go find him to 'try'?"

"Not yet. I want to sit here a little longer."

Rukia's smile widened, Ichigo was showing a tiny, tiny piece of his soft side. "Okay."

MisaxMisa: Aww, Ichi likes a sunset. But on a more important note, you have to tell Toushiro!

Ichigo: *glares*

Toushiro: Tell me what?

Ichigo: D:

MisaxMisa: That he likes-! *

Ichigo: *throws hand over Misa's mouth* Sushi!!

Toushiro: …Okay o_O