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Chocolate Love	By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters there within, Kubo Tite owns that right and I am making no money from this, it is purely for my own pleasure.

Chapter List
- 1-Chocolate Love
- 2-Caramel Confession
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Agh! Finally, it took forever to get this out of my head. I've been agonizing for a long time on whether or not to continue with this story and I'm glad that I finally got my inspiration for it because I am really enjoying writing these characters in my own light. It's quite the experiment and considering this story is not very keen on reviews I am doing this mostly for my own pleasure. But thank you all the same to those who have reviewed this story, I really appreciate it considering it is quite controversial.

Hehe, these characters and their reactions are just way too much fun to write. Before I hand over the story to my readers, yes this will be continued at the end but it may take quite a while before the next chapter comes out because I'm really busy at the moment with my other stories.

Some important notes for those who missed them in the first chapter: Ichiru is not an OC, he is in essence Ichigo (the Ichigo that fought against Aizen before he used the Mugetsu technique)which means this story is self-cest.

In this story though, he is Ichigo's twin as well. So there is twin-cest in this story, if you don't like then please don't read. It is a mature YAOI fic, meaning there are lemons and M/M slash, some swearing and underage sex considering both Ichigo and Ichiru are only 17 in this fic.

If these warning have not put you off at all, then please continue onwards and enjoy. A very special thanks for the one who inspired this chapter, I hope you'll enjoy it and look forward to the next one.

Please enjoy:

Chocolate Love: Caramel Confession

In a typical morning spent in the Kurosaki Household; there would always be the delicious scent of a traditional Japanese breakfast wafting through the air that would beckon the stray sleepers towards the kitchen's gentle warmth. When combined with the headier aroma of coffee and freshly brewed green tea, it became a homely feeling that was a constant comfort for those four sharing the home together. And as such, it had become a constant in their lives, something that was never missed unless it was the weekend or one of the twins was sick. Considering that it wasn't weekend yet, and neither of the twins was sick as far as the family knew, it caused the tall figure draped in the early morning shadows, treading his way cautiously throughout the hallways, to furrow his brows in confusion harshly.

The scent that they all woke up to on most days, the scent that always curled so warmly through the home...was missing and Zangetsu was getting concerned. His little brothers never skipped out on their duties, it was highly unusual that on a day like today they would not make breakfast for the family and pack the bento (1*). So when bare feet stepped past the kitchen's familiar threshold, contemplative brown eyes landed curiously on the figure that was already seated at the kitchen table. Spiky black hair, a white doctors coat, dark trousers and a colourful shirt...there was no doubt that this was their father.

Zangetsu could probably guess that his father's mood and the absence of Ichigo's warm presence with Ichiru always by his side, had to do with the more serious frown tugging at Isshin's forehead. There was just a touch of seriousness and gentle affection lighted in his dark brown orbs as he turned to face his oldest son. Displaying the more intense gaze that he hardly showed to the twins at all. The gaze that he hid from them on purpose, preventing them from knowing that there was sometimes much more to the hyper active, playful nature in their father's insane antics. It was only Zangetsu that saw this side of their father when he permitted it; where the world weighed down upon the older man's shoulders and he showed the genuine affection and concern for his children that he truly possessed. Especially towards his two youngest, whom he still tried to shield from the world's more harsh realities rather protectively.

'What's wrong, Otou-san? Why aren't Ichiru and Ichigo awake yet? Isn't it usually your job to get them up?' Isshin turned to face Zangetsu with a shrug, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he fished a digital camera from his doctor's coat and handed it over to his twenty year old son before crossing his arms over his chest in apparent self-satisfaction. 'I found it strange that their door was unlocked this morning,' He recounted with a reminiscent smile. 'But, when I peeked inside, do you know what I saw, Zangetsu? It's been such a long time since I've caught the two of them sleeping together in the same bed. I just couldn't wake them, not when they looked so peaceful.'

'But then Ichiru woke and he was so mean to me! He threw me out, made me bleed too! Daddy's sad because he couldn't get anymore pretty pictures!~' And their pathetically wailing father was back as Zangetsu sighed irritably, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation as he handed back the camera to his father that had displayed the tender scene of Ichigo sharing Ichiru's pillow in his twin's bed. They were curled up affectionately, sleeping peacefully with Ichiru resting his nose is Ichigo's spiky orange locks as his twin's fingers were curled in Ichiru's shirt possessively. Zangetsu had already memorized the snap-shot, filing it away in his mind to analyze later as his father continued on with his rant that only increased in volume. Somehow, he was just glad that Isshin hadn't started shouting and crying to their mother's ridiculous mourning poster stuck to the wall, yet. He would in time, but for now...his antics were not so hard to deal with.

'Shut up, Oyaji. You probably annoyed Ichiru again. I'm surprised you're not passed out cold on the floor if you ignited his ire. It's your own fault for breaking down their door in the mornings with such obnoxious shouts. You tried to jump them awake didn't you? You should have learned by now that you'll never be able to beat them in a fight and if you are going to go after Ichigo first it'll only make it worse...you really did it, didn't you? You tried to wake Ichigo first?' Zangetsu was only stunned for a moment before he started chuckling mirthfully, finding heady amusement in his father's pouting features as he headed towards the kitchen door again with decisive steps.

'So that's why there's blood all over you. Since you can't get them up, I'll go, and mind you, please behave, Otou-san. Mugetsu will be staying with us for a while.'

'AH! MUGETSU-CHAN CAME TO VISIT! I haven't my sweet nephew since the New Year! When did he arrive? Where is he? Ichigo's going to be so happy to see him again. I'll go wake them—.' Isshin trailed off at the bare foot slamming into his stomach as Zangetsu glared at him darkly, tapping a rhythm of annoyance on his black pyjama clad thigh with long fingers in rising emotion. Dark brown eyes sharpening in a deadly glower as he halted his father's overenthusiastic rush towards the door and the stairs that would lead to the twins' room again.

'I said, I'll go wake them. You're only going to make Ichiru angrier at you! And Mugetsu arrived last night, he's still in my room and don't you dare go and wake him! He's still tired from his trip, so let him sleep in for heaven's sake. Now, can you put on the kettle at least without burning down the house?' Trying to ignore the whimpering pout he received, the eldest of the Kurosaki children sighed in exasperation as he trekked up the stairs that led towards his little brothers' room. Seriously having a father like theirs, it was worse than dealing with a child most of the time and it was a miracle that his children were not more unhinged than they already were. But with a rare smile crossing his lips, Zangetsu decided that getting his little brothers up that morning might just be a little more pleasant than the other times.

He might just get to see something as sweet as the two of them.

Somewhere above the strange conversation between father and son in the kitchen, however, a set of sleepy twins were stirring awake at the brush of warm sunlight creeping into their shared room from half-closed curtains. Where Ichigo was the first to rouse that morning, moaning softly in annoyance at his wakening consciousness as he burrowed himself further into the warmth that was surrounding him so wholly and protectively. There was a gentle touch of pink tinting his cheeks as he recalled the events from the night before; reliving every single strikingly erotic detail just as he felt Ichiru's arms tighten around his waist instinctively. Chasing a deepening flush across Ichigo's nose when a sleepy murmur resounded against the top of his head, causing the youngest to shiver softly at his twin's warm breaths rustling through spiky orange locks tenderly and the both of them instinctively shifted closer together.

Warm lips sleepily descended against a smooth forehead, making Ichigo squirm against the sensation before he was gifted another waking kiss that brushed tenderly against his flushed cheek and the tip of his nose playfully. Where the spiky orange haired teen whined softly though, not wanting to wake up just yet as he sought to burry himself beneath the black sheets and overly warm dark green comforter that was rumpled around the both of their forms intimately. He was still tired, near exhausted as Ichiru nibbled playfully at the shell of his ear to bring him further into waking consciousness he was not ready to face quite yet.

'Stop it, Ichiru. I'm tired.' Ichigo complained softly, shivering headily against a strong chest as his twin continued his lingering caresses and whispering touches of eroticism.

'Ichi-ru...yame te (2*)!'

'No, it's time to get up, Ichigo.' Ichiru whispered teasingly, warm lips not able to resist pressing against a smooth temple as he pulled his little brother into his arms and he suddenly flipped them around so that he was settled between two cradling thighs that came up to balance their forms closer together as Ichigo sprawled on his back beneath his twin tiredly. Bleary chocolate brown eyes fluttered open behind a messy sprawl of spiky orange locks at his Onii-san's words though; where Ichigo curiously observed Ichiru's sharp brown eyes gazing deeply into his soul from behind his own sprawl of messy, semi-long orange locks before the younger of the two was gifted a rare and gentle smile that calmed his heady touch of separation anxiety.

Ichigo was still valiantly trying to fight off the hazy fog of lingering exhaustion that had settled across his mind, deciding that he was far too comfortable where he was to move. His mind drifting in and out of the loving pleasure that Ichiru had gifted him as Ichigo boldly leant upwards to rest his nose against a warm neck tenderly, allowing his twin's scent to surround him wholly just as a niggling at the back of his mind became an incessant push of annoyance. The youngest of the Kurosaki family knew there was something that he was forgetting, something that he should be doing, but he just couldn't find it in himself to care.

Where he was, Ichigo didn't want to shift an inch, didn't ever want to escape the warmth of his brother's presence surrounding him so wholly just as Ichiru groaned softly against the top of his head. Shuddering against the sly pink tongue that now traced against the smooth skin Ichigo's nose had been nuzzling tenderly before as Ichigo boldly and through a haze of sleep, tasted the skin that had been forbidden to him untill the night before.

'Ichigo...' Ichiru breathed warningly, suddenly startling his twin by sealing his lips over a parted pink pair for an intimate kiss. A slick tongue forcing its rapturous way into Ichigo's mouth for an intimate entanglement as sleep hazed brown eyes collided with a lidded gaze when Ichiru pushed Ichigo back into the sheets and hovered over him in a new dominion of strength. Warm fingertips wound and tugged at spiky orange locks as a sly hand rested against a beating heart soothingly. The older of the two groaning in pleasure when they were eventually forced to pull apart for a ragging breath. Mourning the fact that they had to disentangle their tongues from its intimate dance of rising pleasure.

Ichigo almost instantly averted his eyes, calling out to his brother softly at the feeling of a delectable spread of red colouring his nose as his twin's actions registered within his mind. He did not know how deal with the sly smirk curling at Ichiru's lips, even when the older twin was attempting to appease Ichigo's sudden flash of shame. But the younger of the two merely remained quite envious of the fact that Ichiru felt none of the embarrassment that Ichigo did. He merely passed a wet, warm tongue across the side of a barred neck to rouse Ichigo into a more awakened state than before, grinning slyly at Ichigo's moan of pure, brewing delight.

'We should probably get up,' Ichiru noted wisely, forcing Ichigo to finally relent to his brother's sharp gaze. Chocolate brown eyes blinking away the lingering tiredness that still clung to his form as he prepared to pull himself from the deliciously warm covers that would forever imprint on his mind the pleasures Ichiru had gifted him and he had been able to return in kind the night before. 'Otou-san was already here some time ago to wake us, but I kicked him out.' His brother said nonchalantly with a lazy stretch beneath the sheets, watching as his twin settled his glasses across his nose before Ichigo felt his very blood freeze within his veins now that his mind had ascended into a more conscious state. Their father had already come by and he had still been asleep...why hadn't Ichiru woken him too! Now they were—.

'We're going to be late!' Ichigo yelled in a panic, scampering off to the closet in search of his school uniform despite the warmth that had settled almost permanently across his nose in mortification. He was getting irritated at Ichiru's much more subdued pace following slowly behind him, a warm chest draping against Ichigo's back as his scruffy orange haired twin leaned over Ichigo's shoulder to gather his already folded uniform from their shared closet before he tugged Ichigo towards the door to appease his abrupt burst of panic. Really now, Ichiru thought with a chuckle, Ichigo could get worked upped over the smallest of things for nothing.

'Relax, Ichi. There's still plenty of time to—.' Just before they could exit their room in favour of the bathroom though, Ichiru's calming voice trailed off when the door knob was suddenly twisted after a resounding knock. The door being pushed open revealing a head of mussed, wavy brown hair that peeked in curiously from the crack. Brown eyes, similar in colour to theirs, landed upon the two twins that were pressed closely together with a little frown before Zangetsu stepped past the threshold of their room with his arms crossed over his chest.

'Ohayou (3*), you two, are you finally up?' He murmured, brown eyes observing their suddenly guilty averted eyes as they were caught up in his all knowing gaze and refused to look him in the eye for several moments of guilty silence. It was a look that the older brother was well acquainted with as he sighed in irritation. 'You were up late again, weren't you?' Ichigo shifted under his words guiltily, giving away their silently composed lie but Zangetsu had to commend Ichiru though, he was the only one daring enough to meet his older brother's gaze head on before he tugged Ichigo by his wrist with a scowl and slipped past the block Zangetsu's tall form had placed in front of the door by pushing past him.

'We're not children anymore, Onii-sama,' Ichiru shot over his shoulder, glaring deeply as he shielded Ichigo's form from his brother's eyes and guided him down the hallway towards the bathroom with a reassuring hand. 'You cannot expect us to go to sleep at ten every night just because you said so.' Zangetsu, feeling rather jovial that morning, merely chuckled as he waved their argument aside with a shrug. A smirk tugging at his lips rather fondly at their reaction towards him. It was way too fun teasing Ichigo, but with those brown eyes gazing so guilty up at him now, how could he resist teasing them a bit further?

'That may be so, Ichiru, but Otou-san's going to eat Ichigo up this morning because of those panda eyes. There's a reason I send you to bed so early, if not then it shows on Ichigo's face the next morning. I just hope that you can keep the Oyaji back long enough before he smothers him to death. Hurry up though, if you get ready soon enough, you can come say hello to Mugetsu before you leave. I'll take care of breakfast this morning.' Ichigo froze in front of the bathroom door, wondering if he had heard the words right. Someone in his kitchen, willingly trespassing on his territory? Such a nice gesture was not something that he and Ichiru were often granted but it seemed that Zangetsu-nii was in a rather good mood that morning. He wouldn't complain now, his oldest brother could at least cook a few dishes without destroying their home and Mugetsu, Mugetsu-nii had come to visit? He couldn't hide his smile as he rushed towards the shower and fiddled with the faucets to set the temperature.

Humming to himself softly as he heard the door shutting behind him and Ichiru following into the bathroom behind him with an annoyed 'Tch'.

'Ichi-ru...' Ichigo murmured suddenly, a frown tugging at his brow as a sudden flame of heat spread across his nose and he turned towards his twin in sheer mortification. 'Mu-Mugetsu-nii c-came to visit...he and Onii-sama last night—' Ichigo trailed off, turning away at his twin's heady laughter that rang out through the bathroom in delighted mirth. Staining the air almost pleasantly as Ichigo was gifted to the sound of his brother's true mirth for the first time in a long while. Frantically trying to pull away from the arms twining around his waist in a tightening embrace before sly fingers helped him shed his clothes without his consent.

'Took you long enough to realize, Ichi. Geez, I'm surprised you didn't recognize Mugetsu last night. Really now, your mind has been straying into the gutter far too much these days if you can't even recognize your own cousin after staring at him for almost ten minutes! We're going to have to put those dirty thoughts of yours to good use later, we don't have much time now, but we will eventually.'

...

The hallways, Ichigo noted, were exceptionally cold that winter morning when they made their way towards the kitchen twenty minutes later. The full force of winter pressing down upon the Kurosaki Clinic that had Ichigo struggling against a shiver that chased though his limbs even beneath the warmth of his school uniform. Leaving the younger of the two twins to attempt to draw heat from Ichiru's presence that never strayed too far away from his side. The orangette however, finally having managed to control the flush that had stained his cheeks a dark red for most of the morning at his twin's constant teasing, cursed Ichiru's new need to stay as close to him as possible with as much tactile contact shared between the two of them.

It was as if he was afraid that if Ichigo strayed too far from his eyes, then he would disappear from his twin's arms and heart forever. Usually Ichigo didn't mind Ichiru's behaviour, as he was the first to admit he was acting in the exact same fashion, with the two of them constantly finding comfort in each other's presence, but with Ichiru either touching him, twining their fingers together intimately or chasing up his brother's arousal without knowing it, there were times that Ichigo felt as if he couldn't breathe against the assaults...his heart constantly reaching out to his twin's presence. And by now, Ichiru had completely worn Ichigo out and they hadn't even left for school yet.

'Ichiru...' Ichigo growled softly, fighting to untangle their fingers before they reached the family kitchen. He didn't want their family asking unnecessary questions about the new constant closeness they had found. But luckily they didn't have to worry much, Zangetsu hadn't been paying much attention to their approach as he prepared them some onigiri to eat whilst they walked the few blocks to school and their father was conspicuously absent from the surrounding hallways and stairs to launch his attacks—.

No, that wasn't quite right. The instant that the twins passed the threshold into the kitchen, Ichigo a little behind Ichiru's taller frame, they started at the hollering war cry before the both of them sidestepped the flying form of their father's attack instinctively. Already having been mentally prepared for his first attack of the day, it had become easier to ignore the heady cry of 'good morning my beautiful sons!' without falling into his trap. Ichiru was frowning irritably behind his messy sprawl of orange locks, causing Ichigo to shiver at his angered glare before he left his twin to deal with their father. It was best to leave him be if he got like that, interfering now would only get him caught up in the crossfire.

The youngest headed over to the kitchen counter instead to greet his older brother properly. Briefly revelling in the warmth of Zangetsu's embrace, which he only spared for his smallest brother once in a while, before brown eyes eagerly scanned the kitchen for his cousin's familiar form whom he'd been promised he could meet before leaving that day. It had been a long time since Ichigo had seen the tall, long black haired and warm brown eyed nineteen-year-old that lived outside of town and rarely dropped by these days since he had moved. He was their aunt's only child from the Shiba part of the family and had always been a part of their lives, sometimes considered the third triplet of the Kurosaki twins because they looked so alike and was near inseparable from his cousins since they were children.

'Where's Mu—?'

'This family's as lively as always in the mornings.' A lilting tenor called from directly behind Ichigo as he startled in fright. He hadn't even heard his cousin entering the kitchen, even when he was suddenly forced to yelp in surprise the moment that he was enveloped in warm arms that curled around his hips before a chin was rested atop his head tenderly. A warm chest pressing against his back rather intimately as long strands of pitch black tickled Ichigo's cheeks tenderly and his cousin whispered a leering greeting in his ear. The action instantly caused Ichigo to fidget against the touch when he felt Ichiru's gaze land on their entwined forms. The cold glare furrowing his twin's brow was enough to let Ichigo know he was more angry than normal, even more riled up than when he had been in facing Isshin, as he renewed his struggle to get free. Flushing darkly under the close proximity of someone that wasn't his Onii-san.

Mugetsu was the only one that Ichigo would allow close to him outside of his immediate family, but it wasn't always willingly. Mugetsu seemed to have a fascination in winding Ichigo into restrictive embraces and teasing the hell out of him until Ichigo was close to tears. And if Ichiru didn't interfere on his behalf most of the time, Ichigo was sure he would be kept captive for hours on end until he was shaking and shivering in his black haired cousin's arms with wailing cries. He knew that he was the easiest in the family to tease, the easiest to get a reaction out of, but that did not mean that he had to go through this shit every single damn morning! No matter how cute Ichiru thought it was, or how slyly Mugetsu could get him to blush and even Zangetsu-nii that made him feel guilty most of the time without him even having done anything wrong...well most of the time.

'Mugetsu-nii!' Ichigo whined, red and orange frames sliding down his nose dangerously at his violent movements as he squirmed against the lap he had been dragged into now that Mugetsu seemed to have gotten tired of standing and had seated himself at the table without relinquishing his restrictive hold on the spiky orange haired teen. 'Let ME GO! I'm going to get angry! Let me go! Let me go, damn it!' Ichigo howled in rage, feeling his ears warming at his rising anger as brown eyes, hidden behind frames of red and orange, narrowed dangerously when Mugetsu pushed his glasses up his nose to keep them from sliding off and skittering across the floor.

'Yare, yare, Ichi-chan. Careful there, you're going to lose your glasses.' He teased and Ichigo snapped. Fuck! What he wouldn't give for his family not to know martial arts so well, because damn it, he always encountered someone just a bit stronger and more controlled than him.

Ichiru, who had been observing the scene from the side, scoffed in irritation at his twin's struggles and his cousin's trespass. Glaring openly at his long haired cousin that had captured his twin in his lap even after Ichiru had warned Ichigo not to stray too close to Mugetsu before they left their room that morning. This always happened and now that Mugetsu's teasing eyes were gazing directly at the oldest of the Kurosaki Twins, daring him to do something about his trespass, it just served to ignite Ichiru's ire at his actions further. Mugetsu knew just how to annoy Ichiru and by manipulating Ichigo, it was only sharpening the scruffy orange haired teen's deadly gaze more than it already was. Presenting something of a warning that should be heeded but his cousin seemed hardly fazed by it.

'Let him go, Mugetsu.' Ichiru growled, preparing to cross the small space that separated them but his cousin's sudden sharp gaze halted him in his tracks when the hip length black haired teen finally looked at Ichiru, a rare and sharp seriousness entering his gaze as he shook his head in the negative and pressed Ichigo's struggling form against his chest more firmly now that Ichigo seemed to have settled down. Tiredly resting his nose against a warm shoulder, Ichigo mournfully realized that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon and he might as well make himself comfortable before launching his next attack.

'No, Ichi-chan. Go get his scarf, I need to talk to Ichigo alone for a bit, all of you.'

'Hell no! Let him go first—.'

'Don't argue, Ichiru. Go get it, I'll let him go in a minute, I promise.'

'Mugetsu-nii?' Ichigo asked in confusion, a frown furrowing his brow when he suddenly felt the arms loosen around his waist before he was turned around so that he could straddled his long, dark haired cousin's lap rather intimately. A rising flush blossoming across his cheeks when he tried to pull away but Mugetsu caught him fast again, this time his gentler gaze told Ichigo that Mugetsu had something important to say so he hushed himself. He was a bit surprised that all of his family had obeyed Mugetsu's request without question when they were suddenly left startlingly alone in the artificial light of the kitchen.

'Hush, Ichigo.' Mugetsu said softly, pressing his forehead against Ichigo's tenderly as he sighed irritably and closed his eyes. 'I saw you last night, Ichi, and what I tell you now is very important okay, so listen carefully.' Ichigo balked at those words, not sure what to feel but the brush of sheer panic that raced against his veins as his breath suddenly hitched in his chest and his heart rushed frantically against his chest. Mugetsu saw him...knew he was there and—.

'I just told you to calm down, Baka.' Mugetsu scowled, bumping his nose against Ichigo's teasingly. 'I'm not angry but you really shouldn't let Ichiru mark you so obviously, okay? It's our pride to bear the marks of our lovers upon our body, Ichigo, but you need to know how to hide them when they get too obvious. Especially because of the taboo your relationship represents.' Mugetsu said seriously, brushing orange locks away from a warm forehead to calm the sudden panic he saw alighting within those brown eyes hidden behind red and orange glasses. Knowing that he had to still the quickening breaths as Ichigo slipped into a world of newly awakened anxiety, Mugetsu laid gentle fingertips against the dark red mark peeking out from the collar of Ichigo's school uniform as he adjusted a red tie. 'I won't tell anyone, I promise.'

'Mugetsu-nii...is there something wrong with me to want him so much?' Ichigo asked softly, almost sadly, as he laid his forehead against a warm chest. Finding comfort in the long black locks that fell across his cousin's shoulders to suddenly conceal his distress from the world as a kiss was pressed against the crown of his head tenderly. His cousin sighing softly against him as he shook his head and carded longer fingers through messy orange locks before making sure that their eyes were locked together intimately by tipping Ichigo's head back with his forefinger.

'No, Ichigo. There's nothing wrong with either of you, okay? So stop thinking like that. But others might not be as understanding as me and Zan. Just be careful. Always be careful.' Ichigo was about to ask about more but Mugetsu hushed him softly with a long finger resting against his lips as a deadly teasing smirk turned towards the doorway where Ichiru was standing. Two scarves, one red, the other black, clutched in his hand that seemed to be trembling in suppressed rage despite the anger not really crossing his almost calmed features. And Ichigo felt his breath stalling in his chest, this was the anger from his brother that was deadly as he suddenly stumbled from his cousin's lap and stepped away from him. But Mugetsu, death wish or not, grabbed a hold of Ichigo's wrist to keep him close just as Ichiru walked into the kitchen rather calmly. Zangetsu following behind him with a curious frown.

'My sweet little cousin, I haven't seen you for a year and you won't even give me a greeting hug and kiss? That's not fair, if I can't get one from you, I'm going to steal one from Ichi-chan over there and you won't like it. So what do you say, Ichigo? Can I get one?' Ichigo was glowering at his cousin now, flushing headily under those words as he forgot the sudden heavy conversation that had passed between them. He was tugging harshly on long black locks as he wormed his way out of the constrictive squeeze that once again wound around his waist with huffing breaths of anger.

'Absolutely not!' Ichigo yelled, suddenly finding himself free as Ichiru's hand grabbed a hold of Mugetsu's wrist and pried them apart as the older twin tugged Ichigo against his chest possessively. Sharp brown eyes darkening in his rising fury as he grabbed his book bag, Ichigo's too, before he tugged his twin behind him. Moving easily down the hallways and towards the front door without looking back despite their long haired cousin following them at a more sedate pace. Sly fingers curling in the back of Ichigo's beige school jumper as he sought to tug his cousin back to him again before they could settle their winter coats across their shoulders.

'Let go, Mugetsu, or I'll kill you. He's mine.'

'Oh? I don't remember you ever beating me in a fight before, but I'll let you go for now because you're late. I'll still get my kiss from you one day, little Ichigo! Don't forget your scarf, cousin, if it snows later, I'll come pick you up!' But Mugetsu's voice was drifting away as Ichiru's grip tightened around Ichigo's hand and he led them out into the sudden brush of cold of the outside streets. Jerky movements and a heady frown tugging at Ichiru's tangerine brows as he finally displayed his ragging anger at their cousin's behaviour. Fingers tugging and winding a red scarf around Ichigo's neck warmly as he suddenly pulled Ichigo into his arms and refused to let him go for several long moments.

Ichigo shivered against the embrace, feeling the tremors that traced his twin's shoulders as he worked to suppress his rage. He curled his arms around Ichiru's shoulders comfortingly, burying long elegant fingers in bright orange locks as the cold wind streaked almost painfully against their skin and jacket clad forms when Ichigo leant forward to rest their foreheads together to help calm his twin's anxiety with a soft smile he'd only ever show to his beloved.

'It's okay, Ichiru, he was just teasing you.' Ichigo soothed. 'And me.' He grumbled irritably. 'Nothing happened, he just told me to wear my scarf today as it would be getting much colder later.'

'I know,' Ichiru whispered softly, brown eyes observing the streets that seemed devoid of foot traffickers as he discretely wound his fingers with Ichigo's and they fell into step next to each other on their way to school. 'It's just that I've waited so long for you to realize that I love you more than I should, hoped that you might love me back but now that I can finally have you, Ichigo, I don't want to let you go. Not even for Mugetsu-nii.' Ichigo smiled shyly, chalking up his heady flush to the icy cold wind whipping against his face and nose rather than the sweetly murmured words from his orange haired twin as they were eventually forced to untwine their hands when stray students began entering their field of vision the closer they drew to their destination.

But Ichigo, after having heard his brother's uncertain and sweet confession of protective jealousy, made sure that he kept as close as possible without drawing too much attention to themselves. Their shoulders bumping every now and then as they transversed the long path towards their school, hoping and praying that they wouldn't be too late and their homeroom teacher Kuchiki Byakuya-sensei wasn't in such a bad mood that morning. That man could be colder than the snow clouds that were starting to gather across Karakura Town, but the twins...they would stay warm the rest of the day because of a sweet words and lingering promises.

'Ichigo?' A tender voice called out to him softly, forcing blearily brown eyes to blink open at the feeling of a warm coat being draped over his shoulders as lazy brown eyes suddenly collided with another pair that was just as warm and tender as his own from behind the corrective lenses of orange and red framed glasses. Those dark eyes were gazing at Ichigo lovingly through a messy sprawl of scruffy orange locks that fell between his twin's eyes just before a warm hand suddenly descended upon Ichigo's shoulder to ground him against the push of his waking consciousness to help him sit up, gently tugging at the short hair at the back of Ichigo's neck as if to ascertain their new closeness.

'Why are you sleeping in such a strange place, Otouto?' Ichiru asked with a frown of concern, leaning against the school desk that Ichigo had fallen asleep on, cradling his head in his arms, as he observed the subtle shivering form of his twin now being affected by the cold air swirling through the empty art classroom. Ichiru was still dressed in his long sleeved, dark blue and black soccer uniform as leaned forward to rub his nose teasingly against Ichigo's when those warm brown eyes blinked up at him owlishly for several long moments. It had been a long time since Ichiru had seen Ichigo as exhausted as he was now, but this bleary eyed and yawning form was quite cute to him, especially when Ichigo arched back over his chair to stretch out the kinks in his neck and shoulders. Unconsciously putting on display quite the sensual stretch that exposed a delectable flash of tanned skin when Ichigo's jumper caused his school shirt to ride upwards unknowingly.

'I actually fell asleep?' Ichigo murmured in amazement, pulling his glasses from his nose irritably to knead the bridge of his nose where they had probably left quite a deep, red indentation. Gazing dazedly up at his brother's now blurry outline sitting right in front of him as Ichiru settled himself cross-legged on the desk rather boldly to bring their forms closer together. The spiky orange haired teen was flushing softly at the proximity, trying to soothe away the wrinkle in his brow that a subtle headache skittering across his forehead had made. He was shuddering at their new proximity, this close with Ichigo's nose nearly resting against his twin's lap, Ichigo could literally feel the heat from Ichiru's body pressing against his skin as he was nearly overwhelmed with the sweet scent that he could always attach to his twin's form swirling comfortingly around him.

It was heady...arousing, after the erotic dreams and remembrances that had danced before his eyes mere moments before.

'Ichiru...' Ichigo murmured softly with lingering fondness, pushing his chair back a little and, after having made sure that classroom was entirely empty, laid his head against a warm lap to nuzzle the soft fabric of his brother's shorts affectionately just to feel the muscled thigh shiver under his touch as his twin's breath hitched somewhere above them. The younger of the two moaned softly in return though, when warm fingertips buried in his hair. Tugging at his spiky orange locks as Ichiru sighed in contentment. Neither of them wanted to relinquish the little bubble of comfort that was surrounding them so wholly, neither of them wanting to acknowledge the slow build of warmth streaking against their skin in need of a more intimate encounter.

'You're going to get sick if you sleep in places like this, Ichigo. What happened, are you feeling ill?' Ichiru asked after a while of merely basking in little brother's presence as Ichigo shook his head in the negative. He was the first to admit that he was feeling a bit out of it; it was true, but the orangette didn't think it had anything to do with him being sick. More to do with the time he had missed out on sleeping the night before. But there was no way that Ichigo was trading that time for anything other than what had happened. It was a night he would never forget as he whined softly when cool fingertips rested against the back of his neck and caressed the skin it found there far too intimately for a platonic touch.

'I was waiting for you to f-finish with the after school club,' Ichigo noted with a little hitch in his breath when warm lips suddenly pressed against the top of his head soothingly. 'A-and Kyouraku-sensei told me I could wait in the class because it was warmer than outside; I just have to lock up when I leave. But then I must have fallen asleep. I haven't even been able to finish my drawing like I was supposed to and it's your fault because you tired me out.' Ichigo complained and Ichiru chuckled softly, solely taking the blame for his twin's exhaustion as he suddenly tugged Ichigo's chin upwards to seal their lips together intimately.

He moaned softly at the sweet taste; it wasn't something he was never going to get used to as the mere curl of a shy tongue against his made a heated coil of fire ignite deeply beneath Ichiru's skin. His unexpected action had startled the younger of the two quite violently though, when Ichigo vaguely recalled, through a rapidly descending haze of pleasure, that they were still at school and someone could walk in on them at any moment. It was only then that Ichigo started struggling against the intimate kiss, frightened of the consequences until Ichiru pulled away to reassure him that he had locked the door and the entire school was practically disserted.

'We can't...Ichiru, what if—.' Ichigo whined softly, flushing softly under his twin's intense gaze when he fisted the material of Ichiru's shorts in his palms to try and settle his frantically beating heart.

'No one will come, Ichigo.' Ichiru reassured softly, pressing his lips against a warm forehead tenderly. Smiling teasingly when Ichigo's hazed brown eyes fluttered shut at his touch and he almost seemed to calm completely when his twin toppled forward to press his nose against Ichiru's abdomen intimately. 'Besides, would you rather do this at home with Mugetsu-nii stalking us or Otou-san launching surprise attacks? I promised, remember Ichigo, that I would return what you gave me. I'm not in a habit of breaking my promises.' Ichigo flushed deeply at his brother's serious words, recalling instantly the haunting declaration Ichiru had told him the night before they had fallen asleep as he felt a delectable warmth spread a rising arousal through his veins; burning more intensely than before as Ichigo felt himself begin to harden at the seductively purred words of promise.

'But Onii-san—.' In a turn of events on the night before, Ichigo found himself being shut up as Ichiru pressed his foot against Ichigo's chair and pushed it back from the desk so that he could kneel on the floor in front of his twin and between his legs. Fingers curling around his twin's shoulders as he suddenly yanked Ichigo's head downward so that he could silence the spiky orangette's cry of protest with a lazy swipe of a tongue against the warm flesh of a neck and tugging teeth at the shell of an ear almost painfully. Assured fingertips unwinding the red scarf from around Ichigo's neck the moment that his beloved sighed in contentment against Ichiru's erotic assault.

Ichigo somehow knew that he couldn't stop what was coming with Ichiru whispering so soothingly in his ear, enticing him, pushing him off the deep end of sanity.

Ichiru was unravelling Ichigo's school tie as the scruffy orange haired twin rested the palms of his hands on trembling thighs, humming softly in delight when Ichigo gasped and moaned headily the instant that stray fingertips trailed upwards to ghost over his hardened arousal. Instantly teasing and hardening Ichigo into full arousal as he arched back over the chair and his fingertips buried in messy orange locks that had fallen forward to conceal his twin's sharp brown eyes from him almost completely. Tugging and pulling at the brightly coloured strands as sly fingertips expertly caressed and teased him even through the stretched fabric of his school trousers and boxers.

'Ichiru...please...' Ichigo murmured softly, fingernails digging into Ichiru's scalp as he shuddered under the rising tension and building anticipation of what was to come.

'Like this, Ichigo, you can let out your voice. Trust me, I won't hurt you but I can't hold back anymore. You've been enticing me far too much this entire day, I—.' Ichigo hushed his brother's rambling words as he laid a finger across parted lips and tilted his twin's head upwards. Warm, wet lips sensually slipped over Ichiru's as Ichigo awkwardly bent down to bring them closer together. He was trying to convey the message burning in his veins, trying to point out that he too felt the alluring attraction to stray as close to Ichiru as possible the entire day. With every gesture his twin made, every glancing touch and whispered affection, Ichiru had been chasing up Ichigo's arousal far more now that they had finally unlocked what had been binding them together since they were born.

'Y-you can do what you want, Ichiru.' Ichigo said with a little hitch in his breath when cool fingertips slipped beneath his shirt and trailed teasingly across his hardening nipples before lips sucked at his pulse point before Ichigo could even tell him off for leaving more noticeable marks. 'I-I want you, please, Ichiru..since this morning...since last night...I want more, Onii-san. Please give me more.' Ichigo begged softly, lust glazed brown eyes hooding behind long lashes as he gazed pleadingly down at his beloved kneeling before him.

'Ichigo,' Ichiru breathed with noticeable strain. 'I know you're not aware of it, but please, don't ignite this fire anymore or I really will end up hurting you.'

'Then hurt me, Ichiru, break me and give me more. I don't care...I—.' Ichigo didn't get any further than that, a gasp spilling from his lips as he was suddenly hauled from his chair and pressed against the wall next to it rather harshly. The overcast light of the late afternoon was making the classroom much darker than it usually was as Ichiru irritably kicked the desks and chairs out of his way and pinned Ichigo against the wall by his wrists. A snarl tugging at his lips as a thigh slipped between his twin's parted legs that drew a wailing cry of surprise and pleasure from Ichigo's lips before a heady moan, unrestrained, echoed throughout the classroom when Ichigo shuddered under the new and more heady assault of lips fiercely sealing against his neck and biting into his flesh rather painfully.

'I-chi-go...' Ichiru purred, pulling out every single syllable of Ichigo's name rather darkly as deft fingers moved to undo the belt of Ichigo's trousers. 'Shut up, you're only making it worse. My self control may be good, Otouto, but you can only stretch it so far.' He warned, sinking to his knees in front of twin once more as he instructed Ichigo to keep his balance by holding onto his shoulders.

'I'm going to mark you as mine,' Ichiru whispered seductively, shuddering slightly at the warm fingers that brushed through his messy orange locks and clawed at his scalp the instant that Ichiru pushed Ichigo's pants aside and dragged an experimental tongue across the trembling flesh of his inner thigh with a low moan of sheer enjoyment. He was gazing up at Ichigo's half dressed form through a lidded gaze, taking in the erotically dishevelled school uniform as he sucked his own fingers into his mouth to slick them up. Teasing his younger twin into a near incoherent state by firmly encircling Ichigo's pulsing arousal in curling fingers and dragging them up and down the trembling flesh expertly.

'You know what comes next, Ichigo. If you don't want it, then you better tell me to stop right now because—.'

'NO! Don't you dare, Ichiru!' Ichigo yelled in a sudden panic, a wailing cry of rapture resounding from parted pink lips when warm lips descended across the head of his straining arousal and sucked him into a scorching, wet mouth. It was impossible, Ichigo could hardly think at the sheer pleasure clawing at his gut, curling and coiling a rising burn of sensation at his newly found sensual pleasure that easily drowned out the brush of pain when a single finger slipped inside of him. It was soon followed by another to stretch his entrance for something much bigger but all the more pleasure inducing as Ichigo panted for breath. His chest heaving up and down as his mind spun at the sheer, clawing rapture Ichiru was gifting him.

'Ichiru! M-more...please...ah...please! I can't—!' Ichigo cried out, moaning loudly as a stream of curses left his lips and his head banged back against the wall as he felt his thighs quivering at the strain it took to keep himself balanced. He was feeling it now, the slightly painful burn deep inside of him as a third finger pressed inside but it was nothing against the aching pleasure of Ichiru's mouth sucking around his arousal. Teasing his slit, swirling around the sensitive head or the occasional brushes of gentle teeth as Ichigo completely lost himself in the scorchingly hot sensations.

He was clawing at his brother's shoulders, feeling pleasurable tears start to cling to his lashes as a loud wailing cry stained the air when he was suddenly left completely empty and devoid of pleasure when Ichiru pulled away from his arousal with a soft pop. Those fingers, that had been filling him up so completely and pleasurably, retracted from deep inside of him too. Ichigo was openly crying now, cursing his twin when he left him hanging on the edge he had been so close to falling from to crash through unbelievable rapture. But Ichiru smiled at him reassuring as he stood, pressing a warm palm against Ichigo's flushed cheek tenderly before his lips pressed against a sweaty brow to bring him back to himself for several moments.

'Shhh, Ichigo.' Ichiru soothed softly, standing up to cradle his twin's sobbing form against him as he whined for more. 'We're not done yet, but this might hurt a bit. Can you hold onto me Ichigo?' Ichiru asked softly after a brief entanglement of slick tongues as Ichigo nodded dazedly. Moaning deeply when his world was suddenly shifted the instant his scruffy orange haired twin picked him up and pressed him against the wall more firmly. There was only one warning 'brace yourself' whispered in his ear before Ichigo instinctively wrapped his arms around Ichiru's neck and his legs curled around a thin waist intimately. Feeling, only for a second, something much larger than the three fingers that had stretched him, press against his entrance, before his breath hitched painfully in his chest. A wailing sob lodging in the back of his throat as Ichigo sought to arch away from the deep rush of pain streaking up his spine when his brother's arousal was buried deep inside of him with a single thrust.

'Ugh...so d-deep, Ichi-ru...it's deep...hurts!' Ichigo cried softly, shuddering against the heady onslaught of pain as his twin licked away at the tears that had finally squeezed past his clenched eyelids without his consent.

'I know, just try to relax, Ichi, please. It'll get better in a moment.' Ichiru assured, waiting patiently for Ichigo to adjust to his intrusion. Something the spiky orange haired teen was very grateful for as his breath rasped in his throat and his blood rushed deafeningly loud within his ears. For the next several long minutes, where the both of them sought to bring themselves back under control, it was only getting harder and harder for either of them to grasp a hold of reality. Ichigo was tight, much more than Ichiru had expected him to be and keeping himself still and not rocking forward into his scorching heat was near impossible.

And Ichigo, even through the new rush of pain, felt his arousal still coursing painfully hot through his veins. When he shifted impatiently against his twin, moving the hardened cock inside of him, he heard Ichiru's breath hitch in a low groan before he was suddenly forced to clench his eyes shut as Ichiru pulled out to thrust back into him harshly. The head of his arousal glancing against something inside of Ichigo that had him crying out and pressing himself closer to the warm body enveloping him so protectively. Pleasure was sparking through his veins, alighting a new set of intense sensations to prompt that heady coil within Ichigo's stomach to begin tightening in anticipation once more.

It didn't take long for Ichigo to lose himself in the sheer and powerful sensations, feeling every single brush of Ichiru's arousal thrusting against his prostate as he tightened his grip against Ichiru's neck and held on as tight as he could. He was abandoning himself to the sheer feeling of it all, his heart racing painfully within his chest as a litany of sounds spilled from Ichiru's lips in the form of soft endearments and sweet, quite lewd whispers as Ichigo felt his muscles begin to tighten against the sheer onslaught of clawing rapture. He didn't think he could take much more, not when Ichiru steadily increased his pace with every thrust and teeth sunk into Ichigo's shoulder to make him throw his head back against the wall with a desperate plea for more, deeper, harder and faster.

'Onii-san! Onegai (4*), I want—.' Ichigo didn't know what he wanted but Ichiru seemed to know as he shifted his hips a little and hiked Ichigo further up the wall so that the younger of the two saw sheer white exploding in front of his eyes. He had lost it, every single possible emotion Ichigo could think of, every pleasurable sensation, had nothing on the intense rapture suddenly exploding through his entire being. Igniting against his heart as a wailing cry echoed deafeningly loud throughout the entirety of the classroom.

Ichigo saw only white, knew nothing past the sounds of his blood rushing in his ears as his toes curled and his thighs tightened against his brother's ever moving hips. He was only vaguely aware of the world fading in and out of existence with the pleasured sensation. Something wet released deep inside of him before his vision suddenly faded in a stream of pleasured cries that Ichigo could never hope to hold back. It was too much...the pain...the pleasure...the sheer intensity...Ichigo felt as if he had stopped breathing all together. He couldn't even keep his eyes open anymore as fire burned through his veins and refused to ever leave him alone again.

Ichigo only tightened his grip on his Onii-san, never wanting to let go of the pleasure he had now found as Ichiru panted in his ear and whimpered against him as the both of them struggled to regain a grip of long faded reality and sunk to the floor tiredly.

...

There was a warm arm curled comfortingly around Ichigo's waist, soft lips pressing softly against his forehead as he slowly but surely climbed his way out of the haze of pleasure Ichiru had just gifted him with. His mind was still spinning, his head feeling heavy with the sheer contentedness streaking numbingly through his veins just as warm brown eyes lazily blinked open against the late afternoon light. Night was fast approaching Karakura Town, the classroom they were in only darkening by the second now that little flecks of white snow drifted lazily towards the pavements and streets two weeks before the winter holidays had started. Ichigo was squinting against the darkness and distance though, struggling to make out the shapes spread before him as he shifted beneath the warmth of a coat that had been thrown over his curled up form.

The spiky orange haired teen was settled between his twin's propped up thighs, his forehead resting against a warm neck as the cold tiles beneath him made him aware of the subtle shiver that was chasing across his flesh. It was quite cold he noticed, but with Ichiru curled so protectively around him, Ichigo hardly felt it. He was just grateful that his twin had somehow, in the time that Ichigo had lost track of his consciousness, resettled his uniform across his form and had changed out of his soccer uniform and back into his school uniform. There was a warm nose resting tenderly within spiky orange locks as Ichiru hummed in contentment above his twin. Warm fingers twining with Ichigo's beneath the spread of the coat as he sought to bring back some of the faded heat his twin seemed to have lost during the day.

'Welcome back, Ichigo. Did you enjoy your second nap, Otouto?' Ichiru asked almost teasingly, frowning deeply in concern however, as he rested the palm of his hand against Ichigo's furrowed brow. Subtly measuring the temperature that he had noticed spiking several minutes ago when Ichigo had fallen into a near unconscious trance of pure post-orgasmic bliss. He had been noticing the little deviations in Ichigo's actions most of the day; his uncommon amount of exhaustion, the way he struggled to pay attention in class and the way that he furrowed his brow against the skittering touch of what Ichiru assumed was a headache. And now, the older of the two could only curse the fact that he had not connected the obvious signs earlier to the brewing touch of a fever.

He had been far too captivated with every little movement Ichigo had made, observing the way the muffled overcast light played against tanned skin, noting down every frown and scowl that tugged at tangerine brows as he argued with his friends or the way that he nibbled on the end of his pencil when concentrating to truly take notice that Ichigo may not have been feeling well most of the day. And just like his silly Otouto, Ichigo would never draw any attention to it, even deny it blatantly when Ichiru asked about his health in order to not 'press a burden upon the family'.

It was this side of Ichigo that Ichiru sought to protect the most, knew he needed to shield from the world. Because Ichigo had the most interisting ways of torturing himself all in the need to protect his family. This was the side that could get him hurt the most because Ichigo tended to put others before himself, even his twin, especially his twin because if there was one thing that Ichiru knew Ichigo hated, it was hurting him or upsetting him. Something that wasn't such a big deal to Ichiru could be the end of the world for his little brother and that was why, Ichiru now shifted against his twin with a touch of annoyance.

'Ichiru?' Ichigo asked softly in confusion, blinking irritably at the warm orange locks that descended into his eyes from the nape of his twin's neck when he leant upwards at the touch of a forefinger and thumb tipping his head back before he felt the distinctive touch of his cold glasses frames being slipped over his nose as his world suddenly swam back into a sharper focus than before. Leaving Ichigo to be startled at the deep frown furrowing his twin's brow as those sharp brown eyes were trained directly upon him with an undeniable intensity.

'What—.'

'You're very warm, Ichigo. Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?' Now it was Ichigo's turn to frown. He didn't feel very warm, more cold than anything else but with his brother's sharp gaze turned upon him now, he couldn't help but look away guilty with a flush. Ok, so perhaps he had been dealing with a headache the whole day and there were times where he was both hot and cold but he didn't think it had needed to be mentioned. He had felt fine, but as he told this to his twin, Ichiru's frown only darkened before he sighed softly in annoyance and pressed Ichigo's forehead back against his neck to wind him in a tighter embrace.

'Geez, you really need to learn to take better care of yourself, Ichigo.' Ichiru scolded. 'If you don't tell me things like these, I can't look after you properly. I love you, Ichigo, so please, you need to tell me these things before I end up hurting you one day! If you're hurt then what will I do, Ichi, when you are my entire life?' Ichigo felt himself flushing under those sincere words once again, feeling his breath stalling in his chest at the sheer concern displayed in his twin's eyes that he felt the need to appease almost instantly now that he knew his unconscious actions could hurt Ichiru too.

'But you didn't hurt me, Ichiru! I love you too so—.' Ichigo was forced to trail off though, as a familiar ringtone stained the air. The both of them freezing at the sound in fright before Ichiru cursed softly above Ichigo, his arm tightening around Ichigo's waist as he searched for the elusive cellular device hidden in his school bag. Growling irritably when he flipped open the phone and gave a curt greeting, pressing his head back against the wall they had been leaning against just as a familiar voice drifted across the speakers. Ichigo wasn't paying much attention to the conversation, only vaguely aware of Ichiru eventually helping him to his feet as he gathered their things and led Ichigo's towards the classroom door.

'Ichiru where are going?'

'Mugetsu-nii came to pick us up. Do you think you can walk the rest of way Ichigo, or do I need to carry you?'

'No, I can walk.' Ichigo assured, too embarrassed to answer otherwise. But he still took his twin's offered hand all the same, eagerly twining their fingers together as he tried not to pay any attention to the pain shooting up his spine or the uncomfortable heat streaking across his forehead. He had his Onii-san right next to him and that was all that he would ever need. Now they just had to doge Mugetsu's oncoming coming questions and his sly fingers that would surely wind Ichigo up in his arms again and keep him captive for probably most of the coming night.

But hopefully Ichiru and Mugetsu could come to some sort of compromise before Ichigo passed out from exhaustion.

1* - Bento – Lunch boxes

2* - Yame te – Stop It

3* - Ohayou – Good Morning

4* - Onegai – Please

Thank you so much for reading! I think I covered almost everything in my notes. I've edited it as best I could and I really don't want to add too much at the moment to keep the theme light and fluffy.

For now though, I'm absolutely exhausted! Hot chocolate, quickly, before I seriously die. And then a nice warm bath, I think to relax.

That's it for me. Ja ne

Uchiha Madara
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