Seika's TS: ... Or Ending It?
He stares back at me, gulping. This is an awkward situation and his embrace is making it worse.
- Thanks… - he sourly answers. – Momo and I are looking forwards to it. – He sourly adds.
Then why can't he let me go? Why is he holding onto me this much?
- I'm happy for you… but could you please…?
Against his will he releases me, as I rub my hurting back. I smile at him… there's no point in us feeling this way.
- Just don't do that again, you scared me!
- Oh… sorry… Maybe we could, you know… dance.
- I'm not sure if Momo's ok with it.
- Does it matter?
The feeling of before, of barely dying by his touch, is enough for me for not wanting him to hold me again. We're not over each other, not by a long shot. Ichigo puts an arm around my neck asking:
- What are you doing? Come and have a drink! Oh, Toushirou! Hinamori is looking for you, you better go find her!
Before I can answer I'm dragged into the house.
- 'You ok?
- I guess…
He must have noticed how shivery I am. Grabbing my hands he makes me sit on the stairs, crouching in front of me.
- What did he say to you?
- Nothing much actually… It was just weird, but I'm fine.
- I can call Renji to come pick you up.
- Let's not bother him, he's working. I'll manage this.
- That won't do for me, it's not enough.
With his lips against mine, he takes my breath away for a few seconds before I can split us up.
- Ichigo! What the hell?
- I hope that can mess with your mind enough to forget about Toushirou for the night. He's bad energy for you after all.
- Shut up… what an awful way to help a friend.
He laughed and I can't help to giggle. What indeed a wrong way to help me! Ignoring the situation I get up, hitting him on the head with both hands.
- See… You're better already!
- You shouldn't have done that. That was wrong!
- You shut it or I'll shut you up against your will!
I run to the backyard with Ichigo follows me into the drinks table. Ignoring the remaining guests we stay by the table, pouring large quantities of alcohol into our blood, till our vision becomes blurry. My body feels numb, trying to tell the difference between illusion and reality. Taking a peek at the rest of the crowd I spot Hitsugaya a few meters away from us, staring lifeless. Ichigo runs a hand down my face, almost reaching my lips.
- What's with you today? Go kiss Orihime, poor girl's been waiting for it since she was born!
- It's just… I can't resist you for some odd reason…
- Give me a break Ichigo, I have Renji…
- Well, he's still looking this way… Shouldn't you do something about it?
I'm enraged by Hitsugaya's actions… or maybe that's the booze talking… but I'm still mad.
- Then again, what does he want from me? He's moved on! He's engaged. What is he thinking?
As I feel nauseated, Ichigo takes the cup out of my hand, throwing it into some nearby bushes. Gently grabbing my head, he lays it on his shoulder while massaging it. The pulse of his heart and veins are so strong, it remind me of Renji's. Even though he's acting like an asshole, I guess he's the one Renji would trust my life to… even if that means a kiss from him… and by the way he was acting towards me the whole night, I'm pretty sure he's just protecting me from an unavoidable break down.
- I'll take you home, otherwise Renji will be worried.
- … but I don't know when I'll see you guys again. I don't wanna go.
- You could just crash here for the night. Rukia doesn't mind sharing the room.
I nod positively as he takes me upstairs and lays me on an empty futon.
- Hey Ichigo, could you call Ren for me and say I'm staying here for the night?
- Sure. I'll be right back.
I curl up on the futon, closing my eyes to ease the headache. Moments later Ichigo opens the bedroom door:
- Just talked to him. He says it's ok and that he'll pick you up in the morning.
- Oh, thank you so much Ichigo.
- Don't worry.
With a smile he closes the door, leaving me inside the cozy futon.