Just for tonight,
don't deny your emotions,
and just indulge in guilty pleasure.
~.~
Ichigo Kurosaki's cell phone rang, and he answered the call.
"Hey Toshiro, what's with the call this late at night?"
"Kurosaki... I have something urgent to talk with you, but I'd prefer if we talked face to face."
"Oh... I'll be over soon."
~.~
Resu slumbered peacefully on the couch as Toshiro leaned against a wall, waiting for Ichigo, when the doorbell finally rang. Toshiro walked over and opened the door, seeing Ichigo who at the moment had a curious look in his eyes.
"Hey... so what's the hurry? What do you need to talk about?"
"...Resu."
"Yeah, what about her?"
"Kurosaki, I just found out she's a rouge assassin." Ichigo narrowed his eyes at him, then looked over to where Resu was asleep.
"You barely found out?" he hissed.
"Calm yourself, if she had any intention of killing me, she already has had at least 2 chances to do it. I would have done it if I was sent to do it."
"You don't know Toshiro. She might be working her way up to killing you."
"No, I'm completely sure she's not." A frustrated growl escaped Toshiro as he glared at the orange haired male.
"Now look who needs the calming down..." grumbled Ichigo. Toshiro just shook his head.
"I was thinking about introducing her to the family... not as a rogue assassin, but just as herself... it could benefit everyone. But I'm just worried... worried they'll find out in the end." A tired look crossed Toshiro's features, and Ichigo realized it was years since he'd seen him like this.
"I'll keep it quiet... it's not like I'm going to go screaming through the hallways 'Resu is a rouge assassin! Hide hide!'" Toshiro hollowly chuckled, but then returned back to his normal frown.
"Yesterday wasn't the best of any days either..."
"What happened?"
"...Resu barely came back with 4 stab wounds under her ribs."
"Well... it was slightly to be expected."
"I wasn't expecting it," he hissed, the memory of her rescuing them still fresh in his mind. Mumbling coming from Resu caused them to focus their attention on her. Resu slightly opened her eyes to see Ichigo and Toshiro standing in the doorway.
"Is it morning...?" she grumbled, rubbing one of her eyes with the back of her hand.
"No, Resu... it's 9 PM," sighed Toshiro.
"Oh, well I guess I was way off then."
"How are your wounds?"
"I can't really feel anymore pain but- wait... h-hey Ichigo is still here!"
"He already knows Resu, I told him everything."
"Your secret's safe with me, I'm not giving up info that easily." Resu looked from Toshiro to Ichigo, then back to the white haired assassin.
"So... was that all you needed me for?"
"Yeah Kurosaki..."
"Well I guess I'll be going then... actually, you won't mind if I stop by tomorrow with Rukia?" Toshiro hesitated and looked at Ichigo.
"Oh! Don't worry... Rukia's a trustful girlfriend, and I completely trust her with anything I tell her. I also think Resu and Rukia would also get along great." Resu looked at Ichigo, her green eyes lit with curiosity, the prospect of getting to know other people bringing some joy to her.
"I guess that could work," grinned Resu.
"Yeah, so I'll drop by at about 8 am tomorrow."
"Why that early?"
"Rukia wants us to go shopping later..." sighed Ichigo. Resu slightly giggled at him.
"Well that makes sense, night Ichi."
"Night Kurosaki."
"Good night you guys."
~.~
Resu slowly made her way into the bed she and Toshiro had now shared for the last week, and she got in, slightly wincing at the small pain that still shot through her side. Toshiro slightly opened a turquoise eye to look at her as she turned around to face him. His hand hesitantly reached up to stroke her cheek and she lightly smiled at him.
I'm letting my emotions take over me. I shouldn't be doing this.
Toshiro began to take his hand away, but Resu placed her own hand over his, keeping it there.
"Just for tonight," she whispered, looking into his turquoise eyes, which now resembled a melted pool of ice.
"Just for tonight," he agreed.
We can just let our emotional barrier down.
Resu's hand moved to lightly run through his snow-white hair, and Toshiro twirled a strand of her brown hair between his fingers. They both knew this was something that would remain between them two, a guilty pleasure, since they knew they would probably never even have a chance to escalate their relationship. Toshiro slightly leaned in, barely a few centimeters away from Resu's face, and she could feel his breath on her lips, but he stopped there. Instead, he tilted his head up to lightly kiss her on the bridge of her nose. Toshiro pulled back to look into her forest green eyes, which were now filled with an understanding sadness.
"We should be going to sleep, Resu."
"I know," she murmured.
"Good night Resu."
"Good night Toshiro..."