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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
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… This is the hardest story

that I've ever told…

The day Ichigo and Toshiro meet is also the day Kurosaki witnesses his first post-mortem examination, only to flee the morgue, rush to the nearest restroom and be sick all over the tiles. Luckily the toilets had been mostly desert, with the sole exception of a short white-haired guy who hardly looked like a college student – thus allowed to use that particular bathroom – anyway. Ichigo decided he had no reason in the world to care for his spectator, and he'd been just about to walk out when Toshiro addressed him.
Fate's got its twisted, twisted ways.

"You okay?"
The redhead stops in front of the sinks to take a look at himself in the large mirror. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Just dandy." Ichigo turns the tap on and lets the tepid water run till it reaches just the right temperature, then cups his palms to drink from his hands. He can see with the corner of his eye the other boy staring, which makes his skin tingle unpleasantly. What, never seen a med student throw up his morning breakfast and possibly a few more previous meals on the bathroom floor as, to add it up to the utter shame of running from his first practical class, he couldn't make it to the toilet?
The stranger's voice is ice cold when he speaks again. "You should clean that mess up or at least call for someone to do it. It's highly inappropriate, not to mention unhygienic, to leave it to dry up."
Chocolate brown eyes lock with – what colour is that again? – ones in the mirror. Ichigo raises an eyebrow. "I was just going to fetch the hall janitor. No need to get your knickers in a twist."
"I would suggest you minded your own knickers, given how they're likely to have gotten dirtied along with the rest of your clothing."
As the midget smirks all too pleased with himself, the carrot-top notices a trail of – eeew – several stains on his gown. Eeew to the nth degree.
The kid is not done yet. "As for calling the janitors, you'll have to think again. All the supervisors this side of the building were assigned to the athletics field to help with the sport facilities and all. High jump competition today."
Raising his eyes to the heavens, Ichigo groans loudly. "Not again! Those bastards are always stealing our stuff." He grunts, not quite awake to the rudeness of his analogy. Proceeding to wash his hands and splash water over his face, the orange haired would-be-doctor adds in a huff. "What the hell's up with taking P.E. anyway? Some degree!"
Here's when, oddly enough, the short boy begins slowly unzipping his sweatshirt. Ichigo watches him strip in the mirror, feeling slightly nervous at the unexpected twist. Well, it's not like the midget seems about to jump him or what, but you never know these days... His train of thought is cut off abruptly as a dark blue tank top underneath the white-haired guy's shirt is revealed. Ichigo stares agape at the number sewed on the back of the garment. "You're in the athletics team? Taking part in the competition, or something?"
The stranger's lips crack in a tiny smirk. "Or something."
Upon taking a closer look to the piece of clothing, the redhead frowns. "Hold on. I'm pretty sure that's not our team's uniform." His brow furrows all the more as Ichigo lets his gaze run up and down the white-haired boy's slim form. "And, high jump you said? No way you up to that, yer too short!"
A loud, irritated snort is heard. "If you must know, I'm in the panel." The silver-haired youth slips his sweatshirt back on, not bothering to pull up the zipper. "That crap of yours is not going to clean itself, by the way." He points out in a light, mocking tone, sneaking Ichigo a sly glance. "How about you go find a scrubber and make use of your overflowing energies for something more constructive than spitting bullshit?"
With that the shorty is off, effectively blowing Ichigo's chances at a witty comeback. Left all by himself in the restroom, the carrot-top mutters half-heartedly. "How 'bout you go fuck yourself? Stick's already up yer ass." Except it's not that fun to call somebody names if they're not even there to take offence.
Jerk, Ichigo decides, then gives that unfortunate chance encounter no more thought.

At least for two weeks.

Ichigo has been unsuccessfully trying to wrap his mind around that bloody Avogadro fucker's law all afternoon when his very much obnoxious, disrespectful roommate deems it fitting to distract him.
" 'kay, that's it, Berry. You so need to get outta this fuckin' room and give real life a shot. Might find out it's not that bad, y'know?"
"Ya mean you need me to get out of this room, Abarai, you self-centred prick."
"Whatever floats yer soddin' boat, Ichigo! Our interests coincide for once. Yeah, I can't stand stay here for a minute longer 'cause, really, watching you study? so bloody depressing I feel like killing myself at the moment, but you know you want to catch up with Rukia and the others, so drop the diligent doc act already and come revise the fundamental notions of fun, friends, fuc – "
"Alright, I get it, I get it! Shut your trap, I'm going change."
It never ceases to amaze Ichigo how a lazy ass like Renji also happens to be one of the most promising graduating engineers of the State. Sure enough the man acts like a downright idiot in his everyday life – although Ichigo must admit he's damn fun to be around. All in all they were pretty lucky to be roomed up together, even more so since they don't have many courses in common.
And, the icing on the cake that's Renji? His friends, whom Ichigo has come to consider as his own.
They're going down the dormitory staircase when the engineering student announces. "Fat chance we're meeting their new flatmate too. He was due to move in last week or something. Rukia told ya anythin' about it?"
Ichigo lets out a snort. "Nope. Been too busy dissecting people and barfing around to entertain human relations these past days. Living humans, at least."
"Tch, serves you right. Fuckin' crazy docs." Renji barks his cheerful laughter as they walk out of the building.

The first time Ichigo and Toshiro meet there's vomit involved. Which is not that bad, considering the first thing Matsumoto and the others' new flatmate ever says to Ichigo makes the carrot-top's ears flush an embarrassing shade of scarlet.
"Hn. How're your knickers?"
This, the med student muses as Toshiro – lying sprawled on the couch in what Ichigo will never be able to consider his friends' den anymore – casts him a thoroughly devious smirk, is what Murphy's law was 'bout after all.
"Whoa, you so intimate already? Renji, Momo! Berry's queer, I win! You all owe me. Pay up!"
Ichigo has yet to live that day down.

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