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Happy Ending	By : Ardespuffy Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Hitsugaya/Ichigo Views: 2079 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Happy Ending
- 2-Teaser
- 3-One
- 4-Two
- 5-Three
- 6-Four
- 7-Five
- 8-Six
- 9-Seven
- 10-Eight
- 11-Nine
- 12-First
- 13-Second
- 14-Third
- 15-Fourth
- 16-Fifth
- 17-Sixth
- 18-Seventh
- 19-Eighth
- 20-Ninth
- 21-Tenth
- 22-Eleventh
- 23-Twelfth
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… This is the way you left me,

I'm not pretending…

New Year's Eve.
Well, more like New Year's Day by now.
Toshiro can smell him before he sees him – a faint hue of cherries mingling with the stronger musky scent that's purely Abarai. That, and the peculiar pineapple form could hardly pass for anybody else's, even in the dark of the landing. "Piss off, Renji."
"And Happy New Year to you too, midget!"
Toshiro stops a few paces from the taller man, whose irritating grin he replies to with a sharp glare. Bloody asshole. "I'm being serious. Get out of my sight."
As he begins fumbling with his pockets to produce his keys, the little prodigy hears Renji sigh condescendingly. "My, is this any way to greet a mate who's dropped by just to bestow upon you his most heartfelt wishes of a merry New Year's Day? Midgets really are cruel creatures!"
"Save it. Like I can't tell Ichigo sent you." Toshiro huffs irritably. Where the hell have those goddamn keys gone to again? "Do everyone a favour and go, how was it?, bestow upon him my most heartfelt: fuck off, rot in hell. Feel free to add the bit about New Year's Day, I don't really care."
Just as he finally gets to unlock the door, Renji grasps his wrist, effectively holding it in place. "How about you hear me out instead?" The redhead offers with an uncommon steady face. "I can assure you Ichigo's got no idea I'm here."
Toshiro contemplates his options for a few seconds, before sighing in defeat. Screw it. Who's he trying to fool? There's not really much of a choice here. "What do you want, Renji?" He tiredly asks.
The policeman looks slightly taken aback by his ill-tempered mate's prompt surrender. Renji shifts his weight from one foot to the other, fidgeting briefly before blurting out: "I went to see him. He's a wreck, y'know."
Ichigo is a wreck? Toshiro snorts in half suppressed laughter. The irony of it all. "Did you know it's always the end of the year that does it for him?" He hears himself say without really realizing it. "Always. Wonder why it feels like he doesn't give a shit all other days."
Oddly enough, Renji doesn't seem surprised this time. The pineapple head shrugs. "Maybe it's his sense of guilt for not spending your birthday together." He suggests, obviously trying to keep a steady face while arching an eyebrow. "Did you ever manage to see each other on that day?"
"We did have our private parties afterwards, I assure you." Toshiro casts the taller man a pointed look. "And by 'private parties', I mean sex."
"Huh, yeah. I'd sort of figured it out the first time you said it."
The little prodigy shakes his head. It's not easy to sound cool and detached about something he's still hurting over, but Toshiro needs to get his message across. Just in case Renji were to speak with Ichigo after all, he tells himself. "I mean sex is all that's ever been there between us. Nothing else. We can have nothing other than sex, that's why I fucking ran tonight." Way to convince yourself, babe.
The former engineer's voice is soft when he retorts. "We both have known Ichigo for a long time, Toshiro. He's a kind bloke."
"Have we?" The white-haired youth toys with the keys in his hand, looking overall downcast. "I say we have known two very different Ichigos. By this I don't mean I know him better than you do, just differently. I've dealt with sides of him that were never shown to you." The messy mop of silver hair comes to rest against the doorframe as Toshiro bows his head. "Ichigo is much more selfish than he lets on, and gets just plain scary at times." His voice cracks for the briefest moment before steadying again. "But I don't mind. I never blamed him for not feeling the way I do about… us. It was just fine, until – I'd take anything. Any shit he'd throw at me I'd take, as long as he was being honest. As long as I knew he wasn't messing with my head." Resentful teal eyes shoot upward. "Tonight he crossed the line."
Renji's brow knits in a taut scowl at that. "Why? Is it so hard to believe he might have grown to, to – shit, don't make me say it! – oh crap, love you in return?" (The l-word is all but spat out.)
When the shorter guy just chortles, the policeman quizzically cocks his head to the side. "Am I missing the joke?"
Toshiro scoffs in disbelief. "He said the very same thing, you know. About it being hard to believe." A tiny smile curves his lips in spite of everything. "You've really rubbed off on each other an awful lot through the years."
Renji's characteristic shitface grin appears. Toshiro finds himself strangely comforted. "That would be you two. I'm as pure and chaste as the snow out there." Something apparently occurs to him at the mention, for the ex engineer gestures toward his mate's scarcely clad form. "Aren't you cold, by the way? Where's your jacket?"
The answer flashes through Toshiro's mind like lightning. Ichigo's car. What a cliché, seriously. "I'll leave that to your imagination." The prodigy deems it wiser to censor himself. Feeling suddenly worn out, he slouches against the door, which cracks open at the pressure. Tempting: to barricade himself in his flat never seemed as appealing a perspective as it does this very moment. Stepping a single foot in warningly, Toshiro urges the redhead on. "Anything else?"
A small, knowing smile tugs at the corner of Renji's lips. "You not gonna answer either of us, huh?"
What's the point? No, really, what is it? I'm cold, and I'm tired, and I just wanna get some sleep, I just wanna get back there, where everything was heavy but bearable, where it all was true, where I could tell what was going on all the time, where sulking felt like a most preferable option than raising my hopes, back there where, where, whereIchigo was still his friend and fuckbuddy, not, not, not this. "Christmas, I'm told, works like a charm to make some people better. Me, I only get bitter." Toshiro mumbles instead. Looking up to meet the redhead's eyes, he offers sincerely, if clumsily. "Want a cup of hot chocolate, or something?"
"Nah. Am a tough lad. And I need to get back to the HQ anyway, or Kuchiki-taichou will have my head on a plate and eat it up at his precious New Year's Day dinner."
A mocking grimace stretches the footballer's features. "I hate to break this to you, but your ugly head wouldn't make enough of a posh meal for people like them."
"Hn. Guess yer right." Renji snorts, only half serious as a bright grin stirs his lips. "So, have a nice whateva. I'll see ya around." He lifts a hand in goodbye while strolling toward and down the staircase.
Toshiro can't help feeling grateful for the other man's sensible retreat. "See you around." He nods, more to himself than anything since Renji can't see him. "Happy New Year, Abarai." He calls after the policeman as the spiky vermillion head disappears at the bottom of the stairs.
…
The door creaks when Toshiro steps inside the dark, empty apartment. His flatmates won't be back before morning comes, so he's got a couple of hours ahead all to himself.
He doesn't feel – he doesn't feel anything at all, really.
New Year's Day anaesthesia. Who's he to fight it? Shrugging, Toshiro slips into bed and drowns all his, all his – all of it, all, every single thought, every tingling of pale skin, every drop of sweat, every kiss, every flash of orange hair – in deep slumber, hoping that morrow hangovers will do the trick and have things reverting to the way they were before.

… No hope, no love, no glory

No Happy Ending…

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WARNING: from next chapter on, the storyline will move onto the events following "Lust Time". That's right, you all finally get to see what happens after that :°D . Sorry for keeping you waiting so long!
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