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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
- 16
- 17
- 18
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When they learn of Toshiro's bone-engraved distaste for summer, everyone automatically assumes he's just being difficult, a grouchy boy as per usual. Only when – better yet, if ever – they get to see him standing on the shore in a swimsuit, arms folded over a ridiculously pale chest and murder written in neon letters on his face, do they realize just how serious the whole matter is.
Self-preservation usually keeps most people from daring ask the question.
Then again, of course most people aren't King of Jackasses Abarai Renji.
"What's the prob, midget? Ya're shitting yourself. What, you can't swim?"
Slender fingers clutch the phone so hard bony knuckles turn white. "Don't make me embarrass you, idiot. Water's like my natural element."
"Then what, scared the bath suit makes ya look fat?" Toshiro can practically hear the goofy sneer in the redhead's voice.
"I won't dignify that with an answer. Now, if you will courteously leave me to – "
"Aw, c'mon, where your sense of humour? Midget's being a prissy spoilsport."
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call – "
"Everyone's coming! Even Kira found two weeks to spare his old buddies, and he's got the creepy fox guy hovering over him all the time. What's your excuse?"
"I told you before, I don't like summer."
"Shitty excuse."
"That's no excuse! Ask Momo how – " Toshiro trails off with a shudder. Barely in time. He'd been just about to spill the beans on some very secretive, very embarrassing detail of his childhood no one's supposed to be let on in anytime. " – nevermind. I don't need to justify myself. Can't you take no as an answer?"
"Nope. Not used to it. Ladies never say no to womanizer Abarai!" The jerk beams on the other end of the line.
"Are you calling me a lady?"
"Ha, not a chance! Ladies don't wet their beds in summertime 'cause they've had too much watermelon!" As all the colour leaves his face, Toshiro feels the ominous grin stretch wider on Renji's face. "Ya honestly thought Momo hadn't told us?"
Damn it. Never trust a girl with a secret, the athlete grunts to himself. "I was a child! And she was the one feeding me all that watermelon to begin with – " what's the point in arguing over this with a dimwit like Pineapple Head, really? " – stuff it, I don't have to do this. Leave me the fuck alone. Have a nice…"
"Shiro-chan?" Damn this sing-song voice. Frowning, Toshiro spins on the spot only to see Kusaka standing beside him with a cool, inviting smile arching his lips. "Say we'll go, come on. It will be fun."
It will be what? Toshiro's brows knit tightly together. To think Sojiro is supposed to be his best friend! "Are you bloody insane? It'll be hideous. The beach, the sun, the heat, and sharing a house with every of them for two freaking weeks…"
"A tent, midget-chan. We'd be camping." Renji chides in.
"That's even worse!" Toshiro shoots Kusaka a 'see?' kind of look. "You wanna go? Fine, go, none's keeping you. You're a grownup, I'm not your nanny and you don't need taking care of."
Sojiro's left eyebrow quirks, in that quizzical way that generally has Toshiro fearing for his life. "Not entirely true. Who will protect me from your bloodthirsty ginger friend if you're not coming?"
Hang on, this is strange. Cupping the phone to cover the mic, Toshiro murmurs as quietly as humanly possible. "Abarai is not all that scary, you know. A dumbass, totally, but not bloodthirsty. Besides, he's not allowed to fire on civilians, if that's what you're worried ab – "
"Oh, Abarai-kun is not the redhead I feel wary of." The oh-so-typical angelic smile appears on the amethyst eyed boy's face, painting it with that suave tinge of innocence that Toshiro has come to know – and utterly distrust – in time. "Anyway, I need to be going now. If you still want that lift, you should hurry up."
The snowy head is still distracted, only half comprehending what's going on around him. Renji grumbles something unintelligible on his end of the phone, and Toshiro snaps out of his musing abruptly. "Hold on. Abarai. When you say 'everyone's coming', you mean…?"
Click. End of communication. Damn, this must have something to do with what Renji had been trying to say.
"Ne, Shiro-chaaaan? About that lift?"
Muttering a nasty curse under his breath, Toshiro hangs up with unnecessary strength. "Coming. Just stop using that friggin' name! I'm fucking killing Momo for telling you!"
The phone call is forgotten.

Until – and it's been almost three weeks – they all come together at Ichigo's birthday party (yes, Toshiro will be celebrating it again after two years of silently cursing this very day) and the whole matter is once more brought up.
They're all sitting in a row at the counter, which if you ask Toshiro is a pretty uncomfortable arrangement for small talk – all the better, he'd rather drown himself in a pint and not be forced to endure social conventions anyway. Too bad someone, probably Rukia, sees fit to disrupt his quiet with an idiotic conversation opener.
"Sooo, everyone ready for wild summer hols?"
Surely the girl has been drinking a lot, the footballer muses, and all but smiles condescendingly at the tricks alcohol plays – then he realizes something is very, very terribly wrong.
No one's staring at Rukia as though she was obviously suffering from severe brain damage. In fact, no one but Toshiro looks the tiniest bit baffled by the girl's cheerful, if slurred, enquiry.
"Totally! You know I'm actually counting off the days on the calendar?" That's Momo, sitting at Toshiro's left, squirming on her seat in excitement.
"Ha, ya such a sentimental little girl, Momo-chan!" Renji, drawling the words a bit due to the unearthly quantity of alcohol ingested.
"Actually, I'm counting the days as well." Izuru, in a small timid voice.
"Well, just as I was sayin': you too are a lil' girl, blondie!"
Whack. That's, naturally, Rukia smacking Renji. "Gay jokes stopped being funny in the sixties, moron."
"Assuming they ever were to begin with."
"Yeah, right."
"You girls are no fun." Slouching gloomily against the counter, the policeman turns to face the boy on his left, occupying the last seat of their row. "Wha 'bout you, Berry?"
Toshiro stretches unconsciously over the counter to get a better view of the addressed ginger – well, what, he's just curious, bite him. "I must say I'm not a big fan of gay jokes myself." Cocking his head to the side, Ichigo flashes his most charming – tipsy – half smile.
Renji shakes his head furiously, a frustrated moan slipping past his lips. "Didn't mean that. Gods, why are ya all so hard ta talk to?"
"Maybe because you're too pissed to make sense." Sojiro sensibly suggests, but is repaid with a scary look.
"Know your place, pretty boy. Drunk or not, I can still have you arrested for offending a law officer."
Genuine admiration drapes itself over the raven-haired athlete's soft features. "That was surprisingly coherent coming from a man who has just poured his eighth Martini all over his pants!"
Squirming on his stool in sudden realization, Renji blanches, denial painted in bright brushes across his face. "Did not."
Much to Toshiro's horror, Kusaka giggles. "I'd rather not engage in a pointless 'did not' 'did too' contest, if you don't mind, Abarai-kun."
"You stupid mutt, Renji! Watch what you're doing!" A yelping Rukia leaps up as a bunch of Martini-drowned olives roll their way over the counter and end up disgracefully splattered on the ground.
" 's not my fault! Pretty boy was – "
"You really should stop blaming others for your wrongs, Abarai. You're an adult now, when are you finally taking responsibility for your actions?"
"Shudda hell up, blondie! Mind yar own freakin' business. Say, is Foxy Eyes taking responsibility with you?"
"Again, gay jokes are not cool, pineapple head."
" 'twas not a gay joke, 'twas an animal joke. A fox joke. Fox jokes always cool, ne, Berry?"
"Don't drag me in this! You're on your own, mate."
"Ow, thanks a fucking load! I'm so not sharing my tent with ya!"
"I never asked you to."
"Besides, it's not exactly like you have options, pineapple head. Neither Rukia nor I will bunk in with any of you guys, and since Kusaka-kun agreed to share with Izuru, that only leaves Berry and you. You're stuck!"
Does this… Toshiro's brain process feels uncharacteristically slow at the moment. Blame it on the booze. … mean they're… how am I… am I out of the…?
"Who rubbed me out of the picture?"
It's almost comical how everyone and everything, even the suicidal olives cascading off the counter, seems to still perfectly at the words. This sense of might is actually quite inebriating, feels like something he could definitely get used to – Toshiro considers before noticing the astonished looks sent his way.
Predictably enough, Momo is the first one to collect her wits. "Shiro-chan wants to… come camping with us?"
The sheer disbelief in his cousin's voice has Toshiro making his mind up once and for all. "Sure, why not. Never said I wouldn't, by the way."
That sets Renji off like fireworks. "The hell he didn't! Ya shoulda heard him on the phone! The way he went about it, all skittish and snooty and gen'rally asshole, ya'd say he wanted to cut my head off jus' for asking!"
Now, this is plain preposterous. Slightly flushed, Toshiro turns his head to the right, hoping to get support from his oldest friend. All that Kusaka says though is: "Another impressive feat of a positively smashed man. I am truly amazed!"
Oh, eat him. Seriously, friends and relatives? All the same, one giant pile of crap. "You were there, Sojiro! You heard me. I never outright refused!" Yes, Toshiro is quite aware of the futility of his efforts at this point, but you can't really blame him for trying.
"Not technically, still common sense has it – "
"Are you serious about this, Shiro-chan? You do know what camping means, right?"
"Dirty soil."
"Wild animals."
"Hot the day."
"Humid the night."
"Entertainers."
"Oh, yes, the entertainers! All their pre-scheduled activities you never have a say on… excellent point, Rukia-chan!"
"Ahem, girls, maybe you shouldn't… are you trying to make him desist?"
"No way, Kira-kun, we're just being realistic! My Shiro-chan isn't apt for this sort of things. Have I ever told you about that time when he was at summer camp and – "
"Momo!" Seeing red with outrage, Toshiro barks. He's not letting his large-mouthed cousin spill the beans on yet another humiliating childhood tale for their friends' delight, not if he can prevent it.
"Ya know what, ladies? Blondie's right, ya shouldn't bring midget down. God knows he's got enough of a stick up his ass without you twisting it in – "
Whack, louder than usual. "Renji! That was revolting!"
"Ow, damn girl, whazz yer problem? 'twas a figure of speech!"
"Just keep that foul mouth of yours shut."
"Guys…" Ichigo butts in. Surprisingly enough, his call has a calming effect on the gang. "… what's the big deal?" Chocolate brown eyes, shining a pale amber under the neon lights, drift to lay on Toshiro, effectively gluing him to his seat. "The more the better, hn?"
No one adds a syllable. The little prodigy is too flusteredtipsydazzledconfused to think straight.
That sort of settles it.

August. Sunlight breaking in through the open windows. Sticky seats. Smothering seatbelts. No air conditioning.
Toshiro can't believe he let himself being fooled into accepting this.
"Neee? Say lads, was I telling stories about my dexterous driving?"
"If by 'dexterous' you mean 'terroristic', then you were greatly underestimating yourself. Watch that tree!"
"We're on the highway, baka Kuchiki. There are no trees."
"Tell that to your antenna! I did point out that hanging branch seemed awfully close, but of course mister police newbie here knew better than to flank the guardrail – oops! So long aerial!"
"Ha-ha, I'm dying with laughter. Someone remind me why is she with us? Your best fwiend fowevew wouldn't have you?"
"Momo would welcome me gladly, it's just that in Izuru's car the radio is down again, and I had promised Kusaka-kun he could listen to my last compilation on the way."
"Which he has. For several hours now. How I wish my radio was down too."
"Shut your trap, you street rat. You're to musical taste what Toshiro is to sense of humour."
Hang on. His forehead hunched in anticipation of upcoming major headache, Toshiro leans over the driver's seat to cast Rukia a scorching glare. "What's that supposed to – and it's Hitsugaya, by the way."
"Tch. Indeed."
Disregarding entirely the silver-haired prodigy's intermission, Renji carries on with his Rukia-teasing relentlessly. "Okay then, you wanna play, I can play: you are to breasts what Matsumoto is to watermelons!"
"… that didn't even make sense!"
"Oh, so you wish."
"It didn't!"
"Did too."
"Did not!"
"Did too."
"Did n – "
Oh, for the love of all things holy! "How long till we get there yet?" Toshiro spits through gritted teeth, a low growling sound dying at the pit of his throat in the process.
"Did – huh? Mh, I'd say one hour more, midget. Roughly. With my dexterous driving we might take even less!"
"Assuming Renji doesn't get us killed first, that is."
"Ya wanna walk there, Kuchiki? 'Cause that can be arranged."
"Like you'd ever do that to your boss's precious little sis. Face it, I've got you wrapped around my finger!"
"Speaking of fingers, guess which one I'm gonna raise on the count of three…"
"Keep your hands on the wheel, moron!"
"… two…"
"You'll really get us killed! Stop that!"
"… one – oh, shit!"
Thud.
"What the hell did I say about minding the sodding TREES?"
"Well, the antenna is long gone. 's not like there's much more a branch could break."
Shifting on his side of the backseat for the first time in what feels like hours (Toshiro was starting to think the mind-numbing endless repeat of Rukia's compilation had lulled him into peaceful sleep), Sojiro ventures a cautious: "Guys, don't you… what is this noise?"
Wrrung. Wrrung. Teal eyes squint in enquiry. This is definitely not right.
Ages elapse before Renji lets out a noncommittal: "Huh… seems like a bough got pretty affectionate. It clung to the back tag."
Realization sinks in the blink of an eye. "Does this mean we'll have to bear this damned noise for an hour more?" Toshiro shrieks, unadulterated horror resounding in his tone.
"I could try a lil' slewing around to get rid of it if ya want me t – "
"Fuck NO!"
"Just drive on, Abarai."
"Aye sir!"
Toshiro sighs. Bloody fanfuckingtastic. If this is the trip, what's the holiday going to be like?

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