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How could he know, that after so many years spent with his aquamarine eyed friend he would change so much? Aren't he supposed to be depressed after what he had done? His friend had been annoying him whole time... And he never left. Why now? ICHIGOxKAIENRated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort - Ichigo K. & Kaien S. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 36,040 - Reviews: 38 - Favs: 22 - Follows: 19 - Updated: 06-10-10 - Published: 11-15-09 - id: 5514184
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Author's note at the end! So all warnings!
STORY CONTAINS YAOI (BoyxBoy love) AND ADULT THEMES!
The world had become so troublesome, everyone was so annoying. Why so suddenly the thought of ending life came into his mind? These dark thought couldn't fade away. Even a beautiful sunset near the river in Karakura town couldn't fight deep sorrow that overcame his small, fragile frame. Moreover, the sunset made him feel even more down. 'It's really beautiful, but sad.' The words rang inside his head as the one, who had had spoken them was there no more. And wouldn't come back anymore. A light breeze coming from the water messed his short, brightly orange hair, uncovering his chocolate eyes, filled with hollow loneliness. Step by step, his legs moved slowly as his small eyeballs looked around, he was searching for an impossible. It was impossible for him to find what he wanted. As the sun was hiding behind tall buildings, the whole place was becoming darker and darker. But he kept looking for something. Someone. Somewhere. Soon he passed his limit. The sun finally reached the bottom and the whole place was dark, the river bay wasn't illuminated. His orientation also got lost, he couldn't tell where exactly he was. Deciding to squat for a minute, small tanned arms covered sad and tired face of 9-year boy, making his vision even darker than the rest. The winter school uniform, representing Karakura Junior High, wasn't enough to keep the small frame of the boy warm. He had neither will to go home, nor will to stay.
'And what if I just go forward and jump...?'
Heavy tears started to pour down his cold cheeks. He slowly got up and looked at no longer calm river. Waves crashed against shore, gaining in strength gradually. He made a first step forward. It was one of the hardest steps in his life. Even his lip got damaged due to a nervous biting. Another step. Probably after 7 steps he would reach the shore. He gulped thickly and, this time with a really emotionless face, he moved forward. Faster, but not fast enough to jump in a second. Left step... Right step... Left step... Right step... Left step... Right step... Left step... He could feel waves on his knees. It was the shore.
'Only one step left... One, small step... And I might be able to see you...'
He closed his eyes and tried to make a final step. Just one, small step that would change everything. But something strange had happened. The right leg didn't seem to respond. It felt as if the limb was glued to the ground. But not only that was strange to the boy. He felt an overwhelming sensation all over his body. A wave of great fear.
'I won't be able to see my dad... my sisters...'
A shadow of a doubt sparkled in his mind. The position he was in wasn't good. No, it wasn't good at all. It was scary.
'Mom... help me...'
A pained cry escaped from his lungs, through his throat, out of his body. It was a cry of suffer and terrible fright. His legs came back to life, but instead of the final step forward, they made a rapid withdrawal, bringing crying boy as far as it was possible from the shore. He ran to the biggest rock in place and sat down, closing himself completely and letting the drops of his eyes fall. Coldness, fear, hunger, loneliness – nothing was helpful or useful at the moment. Only crying gave him some sense of relief. He cried a lot after that day. And he preferred crying alone.
"Who are you?" The question was barely audible from all sobbing and coughing. The looked up, trying to recognize the source of asking, all deformed from a teary wall. Small fists rubbed his eyes rapidly to gain a better view. In front of him there was a boy, slightly taller than he was. He was dressed in a warm, winter coat and his face had a delicate shape. The sobbing boy noticed two shining, aquamarine spots, looking at him curiously. The stranger took off his hood, showing spiky, black hair, similar to the orange head of the boy, but a little longer. "Who are you?" But no answer came. He was sore, tired, hungry and sad. He couldn't find any strength to talk with unknown kid. "Are you okay? You shouldn't be here at this hour alone. My dad always says it's dangerous to wander around alone with no accompany of an adult." The orange boy covered his hears, instantly annoyed by the word flow from the stranger's mouth. He wanted to tell the other to shut up and leave him alone. "Hey, aren't you listening to me? So rude! You'll get into trouble if you stay here. You'd better go home." He didn't want to go home. How would he explain his constant absence in school to his father? He didn't dare to show his face to his family. After all, he was the cause... The cause that his mother... Another hot stream of tears fell down. He was crying. In front of a stranger.
"I... don't want to... go home..." He whispered so softly that the black haired boy barely caught the sense. It was pathetic. Pathetic to show his true feelings in front of the boy who he had just met. He was pathetic.
'He probably doesn't even care...'
"Why is that?" The other asked again. But, as expected, the answer never came. Thinking for a while, he put a hand on orange boy's trembling shoulder, trying to make an eye contact. The crying one responded, looking at the sea gaze with glassy eyes. Now the sobbing boy noticed quite long eyelashes, surrounding the aquamarine eyes. The gaze hypnotized him, he wasn't able to resist looking at the unknown boy. "Let's go to your home."
"No..." Finally the eye contact was cut and the chocolate orbs were staring at the ground. The boy hoped the unknown would finally leave him alone. To his surprise, the taller sat down next to him and was looking at the river disturbed by strong winds. The orange snorted in irritation, thinking of warding off the newcomer.
"Man, I'm hungry." The black haired started. "It's probably past the dinner time. Today is supposed to be a roasted chicken for dinner. Darn, that's my favorite. And I bet everyone in the house are eating it right now." He made a fast look at the orange. The one seemed to be irritated and sad at the same time. "Aren't you hungry? Or cold? Or tired?"
"Will you just shut up and go away!?" The boy burst into anger. This person was ultimately annoying, only babbling and asking stupid questions. Blinking few times the other shrugged.
"Then stop freaking being such a whine-ass!" The orange scowled, not amusing the black haired a bit.
"But you're whining as well. And don't say rude words!"
"I'm not the hell whining!"
"Yes you are. Inwardly." The stranger pointed out. It was a limit of orange head's patience. He was in a little state of depression and now that stupid jerk joined him against his will and irritated him greatly. He stood up and started to walk. "Hey! Where are you going?" The odd boy learned that it was no use to ask. He stood up as well and caught up with the orange.
"Don't follow me." He growled to the taller. "Go to your damn house."
"Are you going home already?"
"None of your business." That was some progress, the question wasn't ignored. Well, the answer wasn't what the black haired expected, but it was better than nothing. "I said – Fuck. Off." The taller made a dumbfounded face and inhaled in dramatic way.
"You're really foul-mouthed."
"You'll start to cry if I leave." The orange looked at the black, whose face was no longer careless, but serious. It was showing a pure concern. From the irritating personality from before, this face was making the smaller really sick.
"As if I fucking care! I won't-" The boy turned in anger to face the annoying boy, but the one had already been leaving. The frame of the taller was becoming smaller and smaller. The orange headed huffed and kept moving further. He couldn't tell where he was heading to, but it didn't matter that time. The same feeling from the beginning came over him. He was lonely again. And sorrowful. He stopped his tracks and brought his hand to the tanned face. It was a battle. To cry or not to cry? He clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to shed a single tear. In the end the battle was over. And the boy failed. He cried bitterly, hating being alone at the moment. Hating this feeling of losing something important. Someone...
"BOO!" The orange shouted in fear as the similar annoying from before voice appeared from behind. To his surprise, the black haired, sea-green eyed , taller boy was in front of him, all flesh and blood. The orange blinked in shock, realizing his own appearance and rubbing his eyes in hurry. However, he wasn't fast enough to hide his swollen, salty from tears face. "See? I told you. You were crying."
"No, I wasn't! I wasn't!" Tears were wiped off the boy's face, this time facial expression showing an angry scowl and irritation. But inside he was... glad? The aquamarine boy sighed, this time with a smile on his face. He grinned afterwards.
"I hope you like roasted chicken!" The stranger said happily. "Mom allowed to bring a friend for a dinner. But there's a one condition. You have to give me your name if you want to come to my house, okay? Or else I'm gonna stay with you again and whine even more than before." The black haired giggled, though the other didn't respond at all. They were standing like that for a minute or two till something strange had happened. The orange headed looked at stranger, whose expression changed from happy-silly to... dangerous. "UGH! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, DAMMIT!" The taller grabbed orange locks and brought scowling boy's face right in front of his own. "I'm fed up with putting up with your stupid drama-deadly-emo behavior! No matter how many times I ask you, you never answer my questions! Have some manners and tell me your name or I'll beat your name out of you! Do you understand, you short damn idiot!?" The 'attacked' boy was completely speechless. He wasn't even aware of such a sudden personality change. The silly-happy idiot suited him better. The smaller muttered something under his breath.
"M-my name is K-Kur-"
"HUH!? I can't hear you..." The tanned boy paled in a second. The warm-sea gaze turned into cold-ice glare. It was one of the scariest things he had ever seen. A shake of his head snapped him out of his fright. "Well...?"
"K-K-K-KUROSAKI ICHIGO!" Instead of tears it was a sweat that covered his face mostly. The taller had been glaring a little longer before turning to his earlier self. The big grin showed his really white teeth that were almost blinding. Ichigo was freaked out.
"It wasn't that hard, was it?" The orange shook his head, still scared of the taller boy. "Well, Ichigo, I'm really pleased to know your name!" Kurosaki twitched at the careless way of saying his name. His first name was normally for his family and friends, not random weirdos. "I'm Shiba Kaien. Don't hesitate to call me Kaien, okay?" Ichigo glared at him suspiciously, but nodded anyway. "Now, let's go! I'm freaking starving and I know you're double-starving." Kaien grabbed Ichigo's wrist and dragged him out of the river shore. "Gosh! Don't slack up!" The black was 'literally' dragging Ichigo, who was really reluctant to go with the not-so-strange-anymore boy.
But had he had any choice?
Many years had passed after the 'odd meeting'. Accurately, 6 full years since Kurosaki Ichigo met Shiba Kaien. The beginning of their friendship was really hard at the beginning, due to Ichigo's lack of cooperation (or, to say easily, Ichigo didn't want to be friends with personality-unstable madman). However, the black haired boy managed to stick to the grumpy guy (though there were some moments, when he 'ran out' of patience). Yes, it was hard, but something cracked in Ichigo. Maybe it was a force of habit. Maybe he found something in Kaien that was quite likable. Maybe he was so lonely and only Kaien was able to cheer him up. Whatever was the reason, both boys were the best from the best friends and their friendship couldn't be torn apart. They spent whole 5 years together (in the first year Kaien had to put some bigger effort to preserve their relationship) getting to know each other. Kaien came form quite well known Shiba family, his parents were specialists in political environment, while Ichigo's father run the Kurosaki Clinic, place quite known for good care and professional treatment. They were equally aged and both of them had two siblings: Ichigo had got two twin sisters that weren't the same, tomboyish Karin and soft-hearted Yuzu, both 4 years younger; Kaien had a 2 years younger from him sister, hot-blooded Kuukaku, and 3 years younger brother, self-proclaimed badass Ganjyu. There were times, when both families decided to meet for a dinner. Everyone was laughing, shouting, destroying and fighting, but it was a really good spent time. But once, on usual meeting, Ichigo wanted to make a confession.
The door of the Kurosaki Clinic rang. That night was supposed to be celebrated, it was the last night of summer vacation before Ichigo and Kaien first day as High School students. Every reason, even the tiniest , was good enough to make a family party.
"MY DEAR FAMILY! OUR NOBLE GUEST CAME TO OUR DOOR! LET THEM SEE HOW KUROSAKI FAMILY CAN NOBLY WELCOME WITH THEIR KUROSAKI SUPER KICK SPARLKE GREETI-!"
"Will you finally shut up, you freaking goat-face!?" While the head of Kurosaki family, Isshin, was about to open the main door, a small, black-haired girl came flying and kicked breaded face painfully, sending the old man to the very end of their house (crushing some walls in the process). "Geez, what a troublesome idiot... Yuzu! Are you ready?" She turned to her twin sister, thin, brown haired girl, who was in the middle of preparing dinner.
"The dinner may be a little late. Can they go to the living room for a moment? I-It won't take long!" Yuzu replied, she was a little bit ashamed that she wasn't able to make the food in time. "Ichi-nii! Can you come dow-Oh no! The stew is burning! Nooo!" Karin sighed, feeling a little bit sorry for her sister. She was the one who was doing all house work, also she was the only one who was able to cook something else than toasts and fried eggs. The tomboy decided to answer the door, she'd call for her older brother later. She pulled the door knob and opened the entrance, welcoming a 5-people Shiba family. "Good evening." She bowed her head in front of two adults , Mr Shiba Yato and Mrs Shiba Miira. The black haired woman smiled warmly and the black haired man laughed at the sudden act of politeness.
"Che, brute-girl is acting all girly. Eww, that's gross..." A female voice from behind adults' backs showed up, making Karin scowl in irritation. It was Kuukaku, Shiba's second child, a girl who absolutely loved getting on the youngest Kurosaki's nerves. The 13-year old combed her long, pitch-black hair with her fingers and smirked at the tomboyish girl. "If you'd like to, I'm offering some lessons of woman charm for only 200 yen per hour. Consider it, flat-chest shorty."
"I don't need to, you big-boobed transvestite. At least I don't look like a prostitute." Karin growled at the flashy dressed older.
"Now, girls, girls. There's no need to argue now. Why won't you become good friends?" Mr Shiba tried his best to calm girls down, but was rewarded with a loud 'Che!' from both of them. He failed to do anything and grabbed old woman's arm to cry heavily. His wife, of course, pitied him. From behind two other heads appeared. There was a small, black haired kid with rectangular shape of face and not so pretty features. He was holding a small guinea-pig with a big, red ribbon wrapped around its neck. Behind him was standing the oldest of siblings, Kaien Shiba. Through all years he grew up rapidly and became even more gorgeous. The youngest, Ganjyu, idolized his brother and wanted to become as cool as him when he grew up.
"Please, come inside the living room, the dinner is almost ready." Karin invited the guests to her house, meanwhile glaring at the female sibling. Yuzu greeted the Shiba family from the kitchen and Isshin, fully recovered after being kicked, hugged tightly his old friends. Kuukaku occupied the sofa and Ganjyu went to talk with Yuzu. Only Kaien was a little bit confused.
"Karin, where can I find Ichigo?" The black haired High School student asked young Kurosaki.
"He's probably upstairs, I was going to get him down." she answered, but Shiba only waved at her.
"No need to. I'll get him myself" He grinned hugely and headed towards Kurosaki Ichigo's room. It was easy for him to find the right door, after all he had been coming here for 6 years and staying in the house sometimes for many nights. They were the best friends. He slowly pushed the knob and took a peek at the room. The room was as messy as always, that drove Kaien mad, 'cause every time he was sleeping over Ichigo's, he always had to clean the room. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to find some free space to sleep. The door was opened more widely and now Kaien was facing fully the room. His target was a sleeping teenager, completely covered in blanked, with only few orange locks coming out. The intruder walked to the bed and partly pulled the blanket down, uncovering the face. Ichigo had grown really manly, in Kaien's opinion, and even got taller than him. Kaien sighed at the memory, when it was him, who was the tallest. He smiled at the cute sight of his sleeping friend and had no heart to wake him up. On the other hand, it'd be better if it was him, otherwise, the one, who would like to wake the orange head up, would be his hyper-excited-violent father. Kaien shivered in fright and shook Ichigo's arm gently. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty. It's time to wake up." The sleeping one moved a little bit, but hadn't done anything more. Kaien started to rub his ear. "Come on. Come on. Open your eyes." Ichigo was wriggling, trying to get rid of something that was tickling his hear. When moving wasn't enough, he groaned loudly and covered his head with a pillow. Kaien huffed in frustration, slowly reaching his limit of patience. He found a glass and a bottle of water. Joining them together, he got a glass of water. With a bigger force he grabbed the pillow, uncovered Ichigo's face and poured the water down.
"GYAAAA! WHAT THE HELL!?" Ichigo sat up instantly when he felt liquid all over his face, clothes and bed. He noticed that there was an extra person in his room that was laughing at the wet boy. "KAIEN! YOU MORON! WHY THE HECK DID YOU DO THAT!?" The oldest Kurosaki sibling wasn't in a mood at all, but that only made Kaien laugh even more painfully. He really loved making Ichigo mad.
"Well, it's dinner time and I came to get you downstairs." Kaien replied.
"But getting me down doesn't mean soaking me in my bed!"
"Oh really? I don't see the difference." Kaien grinned to Ichigo's bigger annoyance. For 7 years the orange had been asking himself why he had been hanging around with such an unnerving idiot that had unpredictable mood swings. No answer had come and he was still doing the same thing. Getting on with Kaien. "You should be thankful that it was me or else your father would make another hole in your ceiling and beat you up."
"Heh, as if I would let the goat-face beat me in my sleep. Pass me my towel, Kaien." Kaien sighed at the command, but did what was asked. "Ok, now go, I need to change."
"Huh?" Kaien blinked, not understanding what Ichigo had just said.
"Are you deaf or stupid? Go out of my room, so I'll be able to change into my dry clothes, because those I'm wearing are wet!" Ichigo explained in irritation and noticed his friend was staring at him in awe. "Dammit! Do you know that there's a thing that exists and it's called a damn 'privacy'!?"
"I know what a damn privacy is." Kaien pouted angrily. "The fact that's freaking me out the most is that YOU make a use of this word. As far as I remember when I was the one to dress up, you were always sitting and waiting for me to change WHILE looking at me."
"It was really long time ago!" Ichigo protested.
"Ages! About a week ago, before we two went to the cinema." Sarcasm was oozing out of Kaien's words. "What has gotten into you today? Are you making some mental changes?"
"Fine! Shut up and let me dress up." And the conversation was over. Sure, Ichigo knew he wasn't giving any privacy to Kaien, but last time something made him different. He felt totally different. He was too ashamed to reveal his own, well-muscled body, but there was no shadow of embarrassment, when he was looking at other bare chests, arms, legs or even... No, the last thing was making his face flamingly red and his skull couldn't bear too much of blood pressure. At first it it might be seemed like a normal behavior for boy... if it was about girls. But it were men's bodies that made him look in desire and embarrassment. He felt ashamed every time he carved for some boy. Especially once, when he had got what he wanted (Ichigo lost his virginity really long time ago). The 'gay environment' knew Ichigo pretty well, even his friends were aware of his sexual orientation. All of them, but not Kaien. The orange was too scared to confess such a thing, he was knew Kaien would get really mad that he hadn't told him earlier. Moreover, telling his best friend about his several one-night stands might end with his death. Or even worse, he might get disgusted and stop seeing him. His actions were probably unfair for Kaien, but he wasn't sure himself why he had done such a things. Ichigo grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, showing his fruit of years of training karate. He was rewarded with a whistle from Kaien.
"Fu fu~! Look at your sexy body, you beast~!" Ichigo blushed instantly and turned his back on the friend.
"You moron, what the fuck!? Stop it! Are you gay or something!?" The orange asked, but regretted it later. Who he was to say such a thing?
"Well, just by looking at you makes me think of being gay." Kaien laughed jokingly, with absolute no meaning of his words. The jolly atmosphere was quickly disturbed, when the black haired noticed his friend wasn't in a good mood. Ichigo seemed to be depressed. And Kaien hated, when his friend was like that. "H-Hey, Ichigo. Is everything alright?" The tanned teenager reached his wardrobe and took a long-sleeved, black shirt with white sleeves. Throughout dressing he was thinking his depressive thoughts. Kaien's attention was drawn on him and he had to fide a way to escape from the situation. It was either change of the topic or faking being normal or... or just telling the truth. He sighed and tensed when he felt a hand on his back. His friend looked really concerned. "You know, I'm sorry if I said something... um... inappropriate?" Kaien spoke, though in his mind he couldn't figure out what he had said wrongly.
"No, it's nothing. It's just me." Maybe it was time for Ichigo to stop hiding his secret.
"What's about you?" The black haired wasn't prepared for such a situation. He thought that Ichigo would just get dressed and that they would go downstairs, where both families were waiting for them.
"Umm... I..." Ichigo's throat was stuck. He was so afraid. "I... I-I think we should go downsta-"
"Ichigo." A threatening tone came from Kaien's side. The orange head gulped loudly, as he knew what would come next if he didn't say anything. "Tell me. Now." Another ball of saliva was swallowed. Ichigo wished secretly that he hadn't started this drama.
"I..." It was 'now or never'. "I'm..." He took a deep breath. "I'm gay."
Nothing seemed to happen and it made him even more nervous. Calming down gradually, Ichigo looked from the corner of his eye at his friend, who seemed to be quite surprised. His aquamarine eyes got bigger from unexpected news and his mouth slightly parted.
"Whoa..." That was the only word that escaped Kaien's lips. The atmosphere was really awkward right now. Silence had been in Ichigo's room for a while before the shocked teenager finally found his tongue. "W-Wow. I-I m-mean... Gosh... Uh, Ichigo, that's... unexpected. A-Are you sure... completely?" Ichigo nodded to Kaien's bigger surprise. "Well... I guess then..." He scratched his black hair, trying to find proper words.
"What?" Ichigo asked, being mildly in panic. Was Kaien going to abandon him?
"I mean, it's about your... preferences. If you think it's alright with you then I don't need to interfere, right?" Sea-green eyes met ocher orbs with a warm smile. "Besides, it's not like it bothers me. I mean, you know, you being gay." Ichigo blinked a few times, inwardly being really happy. Kaien must have noticed his happiness, because now he was grinning cheerfully.
"Of course, idiot." The teenager chuckled, but his expression had changed from happy to deadly-serious. "How long?" Ichigo was afraid of the question.
"Um... about a year, I guess."
"A YEAR!!?? And you hadn't told me before!?" Kaien changed into his fury-mood, the thing Ichigo was really scared of. "Dammit! I thought that we're normally saying things and reveal some secrets after some time, but a goddamn YEAR!?"
"Hey, don't think I feel freaking comfortable about revealing my sexual orientation!" Ichigo shouted back, anger from his friend becoming his anger. "Plus I wasn't completely sure at the beginning!"
"Then what made you so sure, huh!?" Kaien growled.
"I'll tell you what made me sure! I had sex with a guy, that's what made me sure!" Ichigo shouted and a dead silence came across. Realizing what had been just said, Ichigo covered his mouth slowly and blushed. Kaien paled at the words, totally confused by another odd confession from his friend.
"You... you really have done... that?" He couldn't believe what he was asking. It wasn't like Ichigo made a joke. It didn't feel like a joke either. Ichigo insecurely nodded, staring at his hands, which were making some nervous movements. "Umm... That's quite... disappointing." The tanned looked at Kaien, not understanding what the other meant. "Even if we're friends you didn't tell me any of those. I thought I was enough trustworthy." His words were filled with hurt and betrayal, he even laughed nervously. "That's probably my fault, I should have noticed something different."
"Sorry. I wasn't fair." Ichigo admitted sadly.
"Yes, you weren't." Kaien shook his head and made a few steps around room. Ichigo felt really bad by burdening his friend with his weird actions. "Uh... H-How was it?" Kaien blushed at his own question. The orange stared in surprise. Before he could ask what the friend meant, the realization came on its own. He also blushed, reminding all spent nights, filled with lust and sweat coming from two bodies, joined in skin connection. Heat, passion and shallow breaths.
"It was weird... I didn't know what to do, so... I was doing all what he told me to." Ichigo couldn't believe he was actually saying such a things. "I-It hurt in the beginning, but later it didn't bother." Kaien didn't expect for any details (he probably wouldn't be able to listen to them), so all Ichigo had said was enough.
"I guess we should join others." He broke the tense atmosphere and the orange nodded in agreement. "One last thing. Are you targeting someone?" This question was said not in a uptight way, making Ichigo knit his brows.
"You know, are you attracted to someone right now?" Kaien couldn't sometimes understand how Ichigo could be so thick-headed. Ichigo blushed and turned his head away.
"T-There is a one..."
"Who's that!?" Kaien moved closer to the orange head, giggling like a fangirl and making Ichigo more embarrassed. "Is it someone that I know? Is he handsome? Someone from Karakura? Tell me! Tellmetellmetellme!"
"For the God's sake, stop freaking acting like that!" Kaien chuckled at Ichigo's outburst. "Eh... Um... You know him... It's Renji..."
"ABARAI!? But that guy is a complete idiot! Though..." He made a serious look and hummed in thinking. "Was it 'similarities attract'?" Of course it wasn't like this, nevertheless he enjoyed raving Ichigo, who had a great will to kill his friend. He laughed and ran out of the room with Ichigo behind him. Angry, happy, annoyed, he liked Ichigo in that ways. Just seeing him how energetic was his friend made him less worried. After all, Ichigo had attempts to be emo, and he pledged that he'd keep him away from any strange, death connected ideas. Even if through those 6 years he had never got to know what was the reason Ichigo was wandering around the shore in the late evening, it didn't mattered. "Ichigo, have you ever been attracted by me?" The orange made a face of doom, when such a random question was asked.
"W-W-What the hell!!?? What's with it!!??"
"Just asking out of curiosity." Though he didn't know what would he do with the answer.
"As if I'm going to give the answer! Kiss my ass!" They were going down the stairs to join everyone in dinner. Kaien was still thinking about what Ichigo had said, chuckling inwardly at the flushed teenager. Maybe had been, maybe he hadn't. Ichigo, still irritated after the odd question, thought about it for a second. There were times, when he was thinking only of Kaien and dreams of him weren't even a bit innocent. He admitted sometimes the dreams comebacks were really annoying, but he never thought of hurting his friend. Right, he had never even mentioned him about being gay before. But now it didn't matter.
Hello, nice to meet everyone who has just finished reading the first chapter of "Be here..." xDDDD
Yep, as you can see this is going to be a story about kind of rare pairing IchigoxKaien (Well, don't be afraid, upcoming RenjixIchigo is just for start), but I've found out that there are some fans of this pairing xD
Well, I'm going to be a next fan?
OK, I didn't want to put any disclaimers in the beginning, because titles, that are going to be shown are going to be important!
TIME FOR SOME WARNINGS!
THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE MATURE SITUATIONS! IF YOU'RE UNDERAGE OR DON'T LIKE YAOI JUST DON'T READ IT (I've put a little warning in the beginning, so I guess the one, who's reading it, doesn't care xD).
BLEACH IS A CREATION OF KUBO TITE! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF PRESENTED CHARACTERS!!! (though Mr and Mrs Shiba are made up by me xD)
Heh, the story begins, I'm going to have some fuuuuuun ^^