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

And I'm wasting every day…

"That's it, fellas. I quit."
While everyone at the table gasps, visibly taken aback by the announcement, Ichigo just rolls his eyes. He had read the signs correctly then.
"Are you kidding, spiky head? You love your job!"
"Technically it's not my job yet…"
"No shit, Renji! Why on earth would you drop engineering?"
"Got something else on my mind."
"Like what? Fixing your hair every two weeks?"
"Dudes." Ichigo cuts in, much to his roommate's relief. "Give the man a break, will ya?"
Being none too fond of the patronizing tone, Rukia punches the carrot-top on his arm. "What side are you on? Renji is gonna screw up his life and you say we should just sit back and watch?"
"Nobody's side. No bloody sides. Geez, how's it any of your business anyway?" Ichigo grunts in frustration. His eyes meet Toshiro's above their hot cups of coffee, seeking comprehension. The blank stare he gets back, though, unnerves him all the more. "The whole soddin' world is going crazy these days. Remember when I said my old man had news for us? Well, he spat it yesterday and, guess what?"
"He's brought a stray puppy home."
"He's getting married again."
"He's finally shaved."
"You didn't really have to guess, y'know." Ichigo snorts – and doesn't fail to notice Toshiro biting back a chuckle at his misfortunes. "None of that though. Goat Face has taken over Urahara-san's pub…"
"That weirdo's club? It's such a dive!"
"… and given up the clinic for the time being. We'll be closed indefinitely. Till, I guess, he comes back to his senses." The redhead pulls a disgruntled face. "Assuming that's even an option."
His teal eyes glassy due to, Ichigo figures, the hot steam rising from the cup in his hands, Toshiro cocks his head to the side and speaks up for the first time. "Did you ask him why has he done what he's done?"
The medic student takes a long sip from his own cup before sighing. "You don't know dad. He can't for the life of him give a straight or serious answer to anything." The now empty mug is lowered on the table with a soft thud. "All explanation we got from him is he thinks he's good enough at dealing with people to do this, and fancies a change in his life." Ichigo grumbles, all the while playing with the rim of his napkin. "He also added something about this being a nice career choice for me. Like I'm taking medicine to run a bar."
Toshiro casts him a look the redhead never gets the chance to decipher, seeing as Matsumoto chooses that moment to pull him into a terrifyingly tight one-arm hug. "Don't get too worked up over this, Berry! It's probably just a passing midlife crisis."
"You sure would know, ne, Matsumoto baa-sama?"
"How smart to draw attention back on you, Renji! Spit it now: what was that something else you've got on your mind again?"
Ichigo's roommate sputters, clearly caught off guard. "You'll laugh at me." Comes as a low whine, then the pineapple head lets out in one breath. "I'm gonna try and join the police."
Rukia and Matsumoto snap in unison above the collective surprise. "Police? Like nii-san!"
"A cop? Seriously, Renji? I've seen you committing more crimes than news bulletins care to report every day!"
The tattooed man's cheeks grow roughly the same colour as his bright hair. "Don't make it sound so bad, it was just – just a li'l shoplifting every now and then, when – and I was a kid!" Renji ends in a sulky moan. "Am not a murderer or anything."
Toshiro's left eyebrow shoots up at that (an unmistakable sign, as Ichigo has come to learn, the white-haired boy's about to give proof of his infamous sardonic wit). "Too bad. That would fit your application form nicely." (Indeed. The carrot-top smirks to himself.)
Whining, Renji takes to rock back and forth on his chair, looking every bit as a spoiled child. "Anyone, care to explain why we keep the crabby midget around?"
"He's monthly renting our company?" Matsumoto helpfully suggests, gaining Toshiro's fierce glare.
"Talk about getting more than you bargained for."
"Hey, guys!" Momo chirps out of the blue, then points unashamedly at the entrance of the cafeteria. "Look, over there! Isn't that…?"
"Izuru-chan with that creepy crush of his?" Renji wolf-whistles, but goes unheard by the blonde. "Gods, it's times like this I'd rather be blind."
"That can be arranged easily enough, what with all the physical activity you pull your right hand thr – "
"Don't you dare finish the sentence, ya dirty-minded woman!"
"Or else? !"
As Renji and Matsumoto's bitching carries on in the background, Rukia addresses the other boys at the table, a taut scowl on her face. "Man, that Ichimaru guy gives me the creeps."
Toshiro's eyes drift from the dark-haired girl to the stranger in question. Looking increasingly lost by the second, the athlete eventually asks. "What are you talking about?"
"Ya don't know?" Ichigo takes it upon himself to fill his friend in on the new bit of info. "Izuru has got it bad for that silver-haired weirdo. Why, no offence." (Toshiro brushes the other's slip aside.) "I think he's some sort of liberal-arts teacher."
Rukia mutters something that sounds quite like: "Bit too liberal if you ask me."
"A teacher?" The college soccer team player frowns. Ichigo can't help but notice how oddly interested he looks. Weird. Toshiro was never one for gossip. "How old is he?"
Huffing, Momo supplies. "Ichimaru is actually an assistant, and he's not that old. You're being pretty insensitive, guys."
"Well, what the hell? I didn't even know Izuru swung that way!" Momentarily done with his personal fights (Ichigo's pretty sure he's lost, too), Renji quickly catches the thread of the conversation. "Guess that explains why you girls were willing to share an apartment with him though."
General groaning. Momo snorts. "Like I said, insensitive."
"Toshiro's a man too, you know." Ichigo feels like it's his duty to point out, hence gaining a grateful half-smile from the shorter youth. (He really doesn't get why Renji complains so much about being incompatible with "the midget", as he calls him. Ichigo has always found Toshiro very easy to both read and handle.)
"Tch, midget here hardly counts as a teen. Bet he hasn't even reached puberty yet."
Abarai is the one jerk in their group who has yet to give up teasing Toshiro about his height. And it's not like he ever gets the upper hand in a verbal fight, either. "At least my body's granted me a brilliant career. All your body's getting you is a brush off from the police the moment you'll turn in your application." The soccer star states matter-of-factly, the angelic smile tugging at his lips quickly turning into a self-satisfied smirk. "You didn't think of what you were going to do about the tattoos, did you?"
Ichigo never knew it could take a tanned man like Renji so little to pale completely. "Shit! You reckon that's gonna be a problem?"
Putting on his best casual façade, Toshiro shrugs. "What would I know? I'm just a kid."
"Rukia! You'll have to ask your bro for a good word." There's an edge of pure desperation to the redhead's voice now. "If the police chief can't have me let in then I'll, I'll – I'd better find some gloomy cave to rot in before I end my days as a good-for-nothing sorry excuse for a former engineer!"
As his roommate's ranting goes on and up in volume, punctuated every so often by Rukia's protests ("I won't have to do anything! You're all alone in this, spiky head!"), Ichigo stretches across the round table to murmur directly in Toshiro's ear. "You know they're not really that strict 'bout tattoos around here, right?" The naughty smirk he gets in response makes him smile heartily. "Wicked thing." He calls out affectionately – Toshiro all but blushes. Heck, the boy's really not used to appreciation. It's kind of endearing, honestly. "Oi, mind if I walk back with you?" Ichigo prompts as something suddenly occurs to him. "I promised Inoue I'd pay her a visit before she's off on that Erasmus programme she's been accepted to."
"When's she due to leave?"
"In a fortnight at the latest. I keep getting caught up and couldn't find time to drop by before."
For the briefest of moments, Toshiro's eyes seem to shine unusually bright. His voice, too, takes on a velvety quality as he speaks. "Greet her for me. Shall we set off then?"
Nodding, Ichigo waves everyone goodbye an stands up, the white-haired athlete following soon after. He doesn't miss the slight bounce – bounce, for heaven's sake! – to Toshiro's pace, but decides against questioning him. It's not everyday his friend looks so at ease and Ichigo can only be glad about it.

"Say, Ichigo…"
"Hn?"
"When has Kira come out to you guys?"
The redhead buries his hands deeper in his pockets. They're crossing the park heading toward Inoue's apartment, and everything surrounding them – from the full-blown sakura trees to the cheerful yells of the children playing on the swings – feels so beautifully in place Ichigo can't help wanting to slow down his pace so that their peaceful strolling may not end anytime soon. "Huh… coming to think of it, he hasn't. Not, y'know, officially. I guess the girls figured it out since they live together and all. Renji didn't know either."
Toshiro doesn't look pleased at the comparison. "I live there too, you know."
The medic student shrugs, too engrossed in studying the flying of the birds above their heads to focus on chitchat. "Guess your gaydar just sucks then."
They walk in comfortable silence for a while. Ichigo feels so at peace with himself he barely registers Toshiro's words when the boy breaks the quiet. "What do you think about it?"
"About what?"
The shorter youth snarls in aggravation. "Is it that hard to follow me? Kira. What do you think of Kira's… confession?"
"Confession?" Ichigo shoots his friend an amused sideways glance. "He's not killed anyone, you know."
"Don't be a git." Toshiro scolds him, then draws in a deep breath. "The fact that he is… I mean… does it not bother you?"
Ichigo notices the other has visibly slowed down too. Now they're practically promenading along the paths lined up with trees. "Why? Does it bother you?"
"No." Toshiro's answer is hasty, but his voice takes on a timid tone as he adds. "Yet it's… strange, isn't it?"
"Only if you feel strange about it." The redhead lets a tiny smile play on his lips. "I just hope Izuru's better now. Poor guy seemed on the verge of a mental breakdown these past weeks."
"How do you reckon it feels like? To be… that way, I mean."
Ichigo senses something inside soften almost to the point of melting. This is one of those disarming moments he feels so close to Toshiro it's like the boy's underneath his very skin. It'd be so easy to misunderstand him now, take the shorter guy's shyness for haughtiness, but Ichigo knows better – he always knows best when it comes to Toshiro, and it fills him with such pride he can't even begin to put in words. Struggling to rouse from his reverie and get back on track, the carrot-top says in a casual tone. "I'm not even sure he's actually gay, you know?" When Toshiro looks back at him dumbfounded, Ichigo elaborates. "People our age fool around all the time. It's called experimenting and growin' up. There's nothing wrong about it so long as no one gets hurt."
The soccer team captain remains silent for a long time after that.
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