Ha, Bleach fans give a lot of zombie reviews. Come on, give more opinion. I mean I'm happy to know you guys like it or not but I'm used to like whys and stuff but I guess this isn't a very why story if you get my drift… But yes… On with it, man!

Hanatarou's eyes opened slowly. He had no idea where he was. He remembered sitting on the couch with Gin and feeling really tired. He must have fallen asleep. After figuring it out he headed out to the living area. The giant silver haired man slept on the small loveseat. Yamada's eyes were averted to the man's feet that hung far off the loveseat.

It wasn't until the man moved that Hanatarou realized that Ichimaru had no smile. The large smile in which always laid on his lips was gone. It felt as if seeing him without that smile was crossing some sort of line, so the black haired boy looked away. There was a message on the answering machine. He wanted to check it, he was afraid to check it.

Gin's eyes cracked open, his sleepy expression lingered. Yamada was afraid to look him in the face too long. The grinning giant returned to his normal state after a yawn. "Good morning."

Hanatarou was a little shaken up at first. He wasn't sure what to say first, the message, thank you or, "G-good morning, Mr. Ichimaru." It had just slipped out in the oddest way. Good was frightened, morning was certain and then it became formal.

His savior laughed. "Did you sleep well, Hanatarou?"

The question, it was like a natural thing. It was like all of this was okay, normal, like Gin had wanted it this way. Maybe Hanatarou was reading too much into this. "Thank you for allowing me to use your bed. Forgive me for making you sleep on the couch." He bowed his head in an ashamed manner.

"I chose where I slept." His sentences were simple but his smile made it hard to fight out. "Jyuushiro called, the spare key to your apartment is in your mailbox. And your phone is in the kitchen."

Hanatarou was amazed by this. Everything had been taken care of for him. He retrieved his phone from the kitchen. This guy was the winner of the best neighbor award. "Thank you so much." There wasn't much he could think of saying. "If there is anything I can help you with in the future, please, do not hesitate to ask."

Ichimaru's smile had the slightest change. Hanatarou smiled to the owner of the apartment. "So will you be leaving now?"

This question wasn't exactly hard to answer. Of course he was leaving now, why shouldn't he? "Sadly, I have to." He added an awkward laugh at the end. The part of him that loved the way guests were treated by his neighbor wanted to stay.

As the boy was headed to the door the sitting giant stood. "Would you like to stay for breakfast?"

Hanatarou was simply amazed. "You can cook too?"

"Yes, but a friend stops by with breakfast on weekdays." The grinning face yawned as ruffled his hair. "He's always here before ten."

Gin's guest was a trance. Something was overwhelming, it hurt, a pulling in his chest. "Oh, I don't think I should stay. I have to be at work soon."

"Well don't let us keep you." A blonde who had been standing in the door way for god knows how long spoke up. "I mean by all means-"

The smiling giant interjected, "If you have to go then it's already been decided, but if you have a little time you should stay."

"There's only enough for two." The blonde spoke again. Gin still smiled.

"Yes, but thank you for the offer." Hanatarou once again bowed his head. He knew there had to be a fault in this savior of his. He never stopped smiling. Anyone was allowed in his apartment, and other guests seemed to be rude. "I must go."

As the small boy opened the door Ichimaru spoke clearly, "Stop by again sometime."

Hanatarou took a shower with the last sentence spoken to him stuck in the back of his mind. He walked to work with the same thought. When he arrived he was greeted with, "Well for not leaving your house all night you are pretty cheery."

The small Yamada turned to the boy that was speaking to him as he tied on his apron. "Well, I met someone."

"No way." A Hanatarou sized brunette turned to him excitedly as he could. The orange haired boy that greeted Hanatarou turned away rolling his eyes with a small smile. "Who is it?"

Yamada went red as he twiddled his fingers. "My neighbor, ha, room three, right across the hall."

"Did you guys hit it off?" The orange haired boy asked curiously. He wandered what kind of woman Hanatarou would go for. This was Ichigo, he seemed pretty dense. Who knew what he'd think or do if he knew room three was male and he liked him. The brunette was Rin; he was a lot like Hanatarou himself besides his obsession of sweet things. Hanatarou himself could never see himself with a girl; honestly he didn't know the first thing about his own gender, so how could he worry about a whole other gender.

He couldn't bring himself to do it. "Oh, it's nothing like that. He was just really nice. Yesterday ended kind of badly, I had to walk home in the rain and dropped my keys in the sewer and then he let me stay at his place.

"I knew it." Ichigo turned to the redhead they worked with and held his hand out. "Pay up, Renji, I was right."

Hanatarou's eyes widened. "What?" He spoke out of shock. "What did you make a bet on?" Rin simply watched as he repeatedly dipped his finger in the icing on an opened pre-packaged pastry and eating it.

Renji pulled out a twenty and gave it to Ichigo. "I knew you would go for a guy."

Yamada's eyes were still wide and his face was red. "No, it's not like that!" He exclaimed Renji looked confused and Ichigo had a similar face. "You see, I just stayed the night. Nothing happened; it's just nice to know I have good neighbors."

"Yeah, because people who find out they have nice neighbors lit up like that when they talk about it." After the statement Hanatarou had dropped it. The rest of the day at work was normal. But the walk home was different.

Okay now, sorry for the wait too. Less reviews, it pains me to think people are losing interest in this. Trust me, lovey-dovey will come then I assure you something terribly messed up will come shortly after.