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Happy Ending	By : Ardespuffy Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Hitsugaya/Ichigo Views: 2079 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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
- 13
- 14
- 15
Please, all of you read the A/N at the bottom. =) Thanks.

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Ichigo can hear his own pulse racing in his temples as all the blood travels from his head to some unidentified place in the pit of his stomach, leaving behind a trail of chilling discomfort in its wake. "Toshiro is what in what?"
Rukia's voice sounds sharp as a razor on the other end of the line. "Stop being a jerk, you heard me perfectly. Now bring your sorry ass here this instant, or else I'll come and drag you myself."
Click.

Ichigo has lost count of how many times he's pushed the entrance doors of the local hospital since freshman year. He's positive they never felt so heavy though, nor the white neon lights so blinding. By the time he reaches the orthopaedic ward to join Rukia and the others, his legs have started to fail him and his vision's going blurry.
"About damn time you made it. He's in there."
"Did he… ask for me?"
"Tch. You wish."

Ichigo is more than determined to become a doctor someday in the near future, a good doctor. Yet he's always hated hospital rooms with every single bone in his body. "Hey."
Toshiro looks ridiculously white. Not just pale – that he customarily is, they haven't taken on calling him Snow White for nothing – but utterly, utterly white. White his hair, white his sheets, white the bandages around his plastered arm and leg and what the fuck has happened, what did they do to him, how has… "Hey."
His voice cracks due to the prolonged silence, but there's underlying scorn in it that has Ichigo feeling somewhat relieved. The carrot-top moves clumsily around the tiny single room before finally resolving to slump down on a chair next to the patient's bed. "How are you?"
For a minute, if a short one, Toshiro actually looks at him. As in, really, really looks. "Like someone whose career was spoiled for good because of a goddamn accident." The footballer lets out in a quiet snort, teal eyes fleeing brown ones at last. "Thanks for asking."
Such bitter sarcasm makes him frown. True, Ichigo never got football, but he is fairly sure the little prodigy knows his way around a soccer ball. "Your career was not spoiled. You're an amazing player."
"Here? Maybe. In Europe? Not a chance." The white, desperately white head turns slowly on the pillow. "You must be pleased."
Those words sink in hard. Ichigo can't help the sputtering in his voice as he retorts, back going rigid against his seat. "Do you think I enjoy seeing you like this? For Christ's sake, Toshiro, I…!"
"I meant your job. 'm told you've been doing wonders for that research your department was working on." Toshiro explains, drawling syllable after syllable in a feeble monotone. Even though his eyes have not settled directly on Ichigo again, the redhead can tell they're lacking their usual sparkle. That challenging, fiery, untamed glint of arrogance that's always made defying the smart shorty purely inebriating – where has it gone to? A low hiss escapes past Toshiro's lips as he turns ever so slowly under the sheets. "Glad to hear it."
Ichigo gulps. There's not much more he can do with his throat tightening spasmodically at the mere sight of aquamarine eyes boring into his own before fluttering shut, peaceful and breathtakingly beautiful. "Why are you here?"
He chokes on his words, which come out matter-of-factly strained. Tilting his head to face Ichigo – who doesn't miss the pained grimace even the tiniest shifting causes to appear on the prodigy's features – Toshiro cracks one eye open and snorts derisively. "Not many places I could be with two broken limbs, you know."
"Don't do this." Ichigo deadpans quietly. It's bad enough having to stay back and watch him hurting, enduring all the helplessness, without… The carrot-top clenches his fists. "I meant why did you choose to travel all the way here instead of getting hospitalized in whatever part of Europe you were at the time."
Silence. Then Toshiro huffs and attempts to shrug nonchalantly, albeit failing due to the restraining plaster keeping his right arm in place. "The sporting year went pretty bad. My team is struggling to find a legal way to break our contract before its term." Once again, the words leaving his mouth sound devoid of any emotion, but Ichigo knows better. "I thought I'd just make it easier on them by not being around."
"I've missed you."
Ha. There it is, the telltale flickering of fire in those turquoise orbs. Ichigo knew that pushing the right button would spark a reaction. "Didn't exactly leave without warning." Toshiro grumbles, obviously torn between acting cool and coaxing the answers he wants. It's amazing how well has Ichigo come to read his mate's every expression by now.
Too bad that particular ability didn't exactly spare him the pain of seeing him go. "You call pouring it all out on me as we passed by each other in a hallway a warning? I thought you were shitting me!"
Toshiro needn't put much effort into destroying the other's sensible enough objection. "We threw a farewell party. You didn't show up."
Ack. Ichigo bites the inside of his cheek. "Yeah. I… don't do well with farewells."
For some reason, the injured whiz kid looks kind of amused by the answer. It's almost like, like he had seen it coming. Guess the mind reading thing is mutual after all. Toshiro casts him a sidelong secretive glance, and Ichigo finds himself shuddering at the intensity of it. Their complicity… feels like it's slowly coming back to the surface. "Guess that's why we never really had a closure, nh?" A tired half-smile and the athlete cocks his head to the opposite side, declaring the conversation over with his body language even before stating it out loud for good measure. "I need rest now."
Ichigo wonders briefly whether his mouth will ever cease to feel this impossibly dry. "Don't push me away." He blurts out without really thinking. As words fail him, he bends over the lithe, white form on the bed, holding his breath while letting his hand ghost clumsily above the sheets, never gathering enough courage to actually touch…
Toshiro's eyelids flutter and Ichigo stills all movements. Their faces are mere inches apart, so when the patient murmurs he can feel it right across his mouth. "I'm not. I'm just sleepy."
Alright, that's it. Drift caught. Biting on his bottom lip to keep in any sound of annoyance that's likely to escape, Ichigo straightens his back and stands up. He won't resign to leave without establishing some sort of contact between the two of them, though, so he lets his eyes scan the quiet figure expectantly. Toshiro's right side is totally insensitive because of the plaster, and his left hand is buried under the covers, which makes it kind of odd because, really, what's the point in forcing his arm out of its obviously comfortable safe place just out of a whim? Frustrated beyond belief, Ichigo settles for awkwardly patting the boy's good shoulder in a hopefully-more-comforting-and-less-idiotic-than-it-feels gesture. "Right. Get well."
No reaction. Brilliant. The med student walks out.

"How long has he been back?"
…
"How long, Rukia?"
Ichigo is trembling so hard his teeth clash. The dark-haired girl bows her head to avoid the chocolate brown piercing stare. "Three weeks. And a half."
It's bloody cold in the lounge room, Ichigo tells himself to justify the insane quivering of his tense shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Oh, I don't know. Why didn't we, Renji?" Rukia's head jerks just as sharply as her words resound. There's an aura of chilling rage threatening to burst about her, the carrot-top can tell – the young Kuchiki never seemed to cope well with him and Toshiro being involved. "Maybe 'cause we had no idea how you'd react, or even if you'd still care after all this time?"
They what? ! Stunned brown eyes move from the little ravenhead to the tall policeman standing by, finding traces of the same guilty resentment on both faces. "You gotta be kidding me." Ichigo exhales, too dumbfounded to even get mad at them. Hell, what, what, where the fuck have they been for the past three years? His friends can't possibly believe he'd… "Just so you know, I never stopped caring for him."
Sarcasm drips like liquid poison from every word Rukia utters, her arms folded condescendingly over her chest. "Well, perhaps if you were a little more transparent about your feelings we wouldn't have to guess every time."
At first he can't put his finger on it. Then a vague sensation starts to run in little shivers down his backbone. The feeling of something amiss. Why doesn't this sound new? Ichigo frowns. Feels like someone said the very same thing before - it hits him. Momo accused him of not being honest back at Toshiro's award ceremony, in friggin' January. Ichigo's scowl deepens all the more at the disturbing memory. Shit, it's been an awful lot of time and he's still expected to justify his actions. That is hardly fair. "What's it to you how I feel anyway?"
Before Ichigo can realize just how furious has his slip made Rukia, Renji moves to get a hold on the fiery-tempered girl's arms and keep her restrained. "Alright, cool down!"
That's, Ichigo muses, Abarai, Local Hero for you.
Once the dark-haired fury is tamed, the tattooed man turns his focus on the med student. "You two are both our friends, Berry. And if Toshiro and you break up or split up or whatever the hell you wanna call it as to not make it sound like you were ever a couple, that makes it our business." Renji huffs irritably. "Geez, it doesn't take a genius to do the math here."
"You and Toshiro were together?"
Oh, for Heaven's sake. Ichigo's very body has come to know that voice. So sleek and snake-ish. "What's he doing here?"
Rukia glares pointedly at him, then shoots Kusaka a sickeningly approving glance. "He has been looking after Toshiro ever since the boy climbed off his plane." The girl grimaces upon going over the words in her head. "Or rather, was carried to get off it."
Ichigo is fairly sure his brain only collected half the info conveyed in the message, but it's more than enough to set his anger boiling. "Don't you dare patronize me, Rukia! It's your fault that beside Toshiro couldn't be me in the first place."
Burying his hands inside his pockets, he gives one last look around – taking in Renji's downcast face, clearly the poor bloke can't decide whose side to be on – and strolls down the hallway, heading toward the exit. "I'm goin' for a walk." He mutters grumpily, though not so much as to not announce his – momentary, mind you – departure.
Sure he was not expecting the sodding whatshisface to… "Would you mind me joining?"
The boldness! Kusaka smiles sweetly. Ichigo grunts. "Suit yourself."
Whoever made public soil public, may 'em be damned.

Standing on the porch, arms clung tightly around himself as a shelter from the cool breeze, Ichigo lets out a low hiss and shivers.
"I agree. It's still pretty bitter for a mid-spring day." Kusaka smirks somewhat condescendingly.
Tch. The witty jackass. But two can play this game, the carrot-top muses."I didn't say a thing. Besides, how about we skip the whole weather chit-chat bullshit and jump onto what you really wanted to talk to me about?"
Kusaka takes a couple uncertain steps to his left, then stops upon realizing Ichigo is not following. "Somehow I've got the feeling saying that you dislike me would be making an understatement." That freaking patronizing smile doesn't falter the tiniest bit. "I wonder why?"
Ichigo is cut off before he has the chance to reply. Not that he was going to anyway. "Nevermind. Whatever you're thinking, you're off the track." Kusaka paces aimlessly around, hands entwined behind his back in an apparent casual fashion. His amethyst eyes don't cease for a moment to scrutinize the redhead with predatory hauteur, though. "But I didn't join you to explain myself or my relation with Toshiro. If anything, I'm under the impression you'd need someone to explain yours to you." The aforementioned shit-eater grin widens.
… !
Halting on the edge of the porch and raising his head to the sky, Toshiro's old friend takes on a dreamy expression while contemplating the clouds steadily rolling. Ichigo can't even begin to put in words how utterly irritating this attitude – "Our common friend is to make a very important decision. Much more important than any petty sentimental issue could ever be."
Huh? A taut scowl creases the med student's brow. "What are you talking about?"
Kusaka sneaks him a somewhat incredulous glance, which quickly turns into a satisfied, fake innocent smile. "I guess you'll know when it happens."
"Oi!" Ichigo calls after the man who's climbed down the few steps at the entrance, seemingly heading toward the exit of the hospital compound. Not so fast, pretty face! "You joined me out here only to talk in bloody riddles?"
Sojiro stops some paces away from the ginger-head, keeping his back turned. "Let's just say, I wanted to check something." He leers eventually, casting the other man a pointed look over his shoulder. "It was nice to hang out with you, Kurosaki-kun." With that he's off.
Ichigo keeps his stare glued to the much loathed silhouette till it disappears on the horizon, hating the feeling of being left behind. Was the bastard even making sense before or had he just been trying to fuck with his head? – the med student briefly wonders, before shrugging it off, deciding to file it under 'nowhere-near-as-important-as-Toshiro' and turning on his heels to get his arse back inside the hospital.
By his mate's side. Where he belongs.

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First, I'd like to say I'm sorry if my update speed has been decreasing as of late =_= I happen to be awfully busy with university. January and February are going to be difficult months, but!, from March on I should have a lot more spare time :D and I swear all of my energies will be put into pleasing and worshipping my amazing, amazing readers. *w*
That said, I've got a request for all of you, silent "Happy Ending" fans: since it's such a bad moment for me to be thinking of fanfictions, I NEED to know exactly for the sake of how many people I'm working here. By that I mean absolutely no disrespect whatsoever for all the awesome girls who's reviewed so far (it's because of you I'm carrying on in the first place ^_^), but I know for sure a lot more people are reading this story than my reviews page cares to show, so, take this as a plea for my part: if you're reading this, click the review button and leave me a trace of your visit. Doesn't matter if you don't know what to write, or your English is not very good (mine isn't either xD): whatever the case, please, just let me know you're there and you wish for me to keep on updating. Thank you all in advance. *_*
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