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Moon White	By : dvaBakaYumi Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Hitsugaya/Ichigo Views: 5808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hello, everyone! I must say Hurt Me really pissed me off, maybe because I too set on drama, too. But never mind, I just had too many romance/humor ideas that I wanted to share with you. So, here's a little part of them.
Title: Moon White (1/2)

Pairings: Ichigo/Toushiro, Shuuhei/Rangiku (background)

Warnings: nothing, except my weird way of thinking and horrible punctuation

Words: 1,976

Summary: why does Toushiro hate it so much when Ichigo calls him by his name
"Rangiku-san, I don't think it would be wise to go drinking this early in the day," Ichigo protested halfheartedly. He came to drop of some papers concerning the latest mission soutaichou issued to him and Hitsugaya, and Rangiku didn't miss a chance to get away from work and try to out-drink Ichigo.
"Well, it's never too early for sake. Besides, we have to celebrate your new appointment as the 9th Division's taichou!" Rangiku stood her ground.
"I was appointed nearly six month ago and we already celebrated it like every week. Besides, I don't think your taichou would be very happy if I helped you procrastinate your paperwork." Ichigo forced himself to look at Rangiku and not to wonder off to Hitsugaya's direction, though he knew a tick was starting to form at the taichou's right eye, as he was trying to work under the noise he and Rangiku were making, and he wasn't sure he would be able to control himself at the sight of an angry taichou. Because Hitsugaya looked cute as a kid when he was mad. Not that Ichigo would ever dare say that out loud.
"Oh, don't be like that. Taichou wouldn't mind, right, taichou?"
When Ichigo let himself glance at Toushiro he was sure that the taichou had already reached his limit and it took him only a moment to explode.
"Alright, alright, do whatever you want! Just stop annoying me!"
-.-.-
Ichigo would have snickered if a very happy Matsumoto didn't drag him off by the back of his captain's haori.
And so, that's how he ended in the company of five alcoholic being Matsumoto, Kira, Hisagi, Renji and not surprisingly Kyouraku, who would never pass up an offer to drink sake and relax. He and Matsumoto were so alike. Maybe Ichigo's plan for the night did have a few holes. But he'll find that out in the morning. For now...
"Rangiku-san, you know well that you can't out drink me," a smirk touched just the corners of his mouth. He never got wasted, not totally so. But his hollow did, and surprisingly the alcohol made his inner self quite meek and sleepy. It was a little trick no one except Zangetsu knew about.
"Don't even start that tune with me, Kurosaki-taichou! Matsumoto Rangiku will never lose!" she slurred, pointing an almost empty bottle of sake at him.
"No, I think it's quite enough for today, Rangiku-san."
It was dark outside already. They were drinking for several hours already and they were all pretty drunk, but not out of their mind. They had to stop now, because if they didn't, Ichigo would have not only Toushiro at his back, but also Kyouraku's dear Nanao-chan.
"Hisagi-san, would you, please, accompany Rangiku-san to her room. We wouldn't want her to get into any trouble, would we?" he asked his fukutaichou, trying to appear innocent, but failing, as a knowing smirk pulled on the corners of his lips.
With a "Yes, sir!" Shuuhei hurried to help the woman to stand up. Though she tried to protest she was only half conscious to the world.
"Never thought you to be a matchmaker, Ichigo-kun," the voice of an apparently not too drunk Kyouraku sounded to his right.
"Whatever do you mean, Kyouraku-san," Ichigo said, watching the scene before him, slightly disturbed. Renji was giving Izuru a lecture in anal sex. However the hell his tongue still operated! His gaze shifted to his fellow taichou, as he continued, "I just don't want a drunken woman messing up my plans for tonight. Besides, I believe Shuuhei deserves this opportunity," a sly smirk pulled on his mouth. Kyouraku laughed wholeheartedly, patting Ichigo on the shoulder.
"Then may the cherry blossom lead the way to your love!" or Kyouraku was just pretending not to be drunk.
"Huh, you better say that to Renji, it suites him more," he winked. "But yeah, I'm going to leave now."
-.-.-
When Ichigo stepped into the fresh air of Seireitei's night he was greeted with the sight of full pale moon hovering over the city of shinigami and dozens of stars littering the dark sky. It was so beautiful, the moon, that is. He liked the full moon, or better say he liked the color of the moon, as it so much resembled the hair color of a certain boy-looking shinigami he was heading to right now.
As he neared Hitsugaya's office he noticed light coming from under the door and unfortunately he wasn't surprised. For all the times he scolded Matsumoto for not doing her work, he never actually punished her. Just did her work himself.
Ichigo opened the door quietly and stepped into the room, only to meet the sight of Toushiro sleeping in his seat, his head resting on the table. He walked carefully, trying not to startle the boy. Leaning over Toushiro's form, he whispered into the young man's ear,
"Wake up, sleeping beauty," he smiled when Toushiro's nose wrinkled, then he tried again, "Wake up, Toushiro."
The second try was more successful, as the smaller male looked up and blinked a few times, trying to focus. Ichigo had to restrain himself from laughing when he noticed a rosy arm-print on Toushiro's creamy-white cheek, like the one you get from pressing your elbows to your knees for too long.
"You shouldn't sleep like that or your neck and back would get all cramped."
"What are you doing here," Hitsugaya asked sleepily, focusing his gaze on Ichigo.
"Oh, I just dropped by to tell you that Matsumoto's to drunk and bothered to finish her paperwork today," Ichigo chuckled when Toushiro stopped mid-yawn his bleary gaze turning into an angry glare.
"That woman..." he whispered scowling.
"You gonna finish that work today?" he pointed his head at the papers on the table. "I can help you."
Toushiro studied him for a while contemplating his offer, which make Ichigo frown, "Hey, you know, I would be a 1st seat, if I wasn't competent enough to do this."
"Fine," Hitsugaya said at last.
They settled on the couch, a stack of papers on the coffee table before them. The work was mostly routine – read a report, sign it (except he only read them and Toushiro signed where needed), but there was still a lot of it, and after a while Ichigo felt slight weight settle on his shoulder. It made him paused mid-sentence and gaze down only to meet a head of moon-white hair. Toushiro was breathing softly half-asleep, his mouth slightly opened, and Ichigo couldn't help but think that how adorable it was.
So he set the report he was holding onto the table and slid the same kind of paper from Toushiro's lose grip. He then grasped the smaller shinigami by the shoulders with one hand and under his knees with the other, and moved him to lie down on the couch. Resting his hand on the seat of the couch he contemplated his next actions. Should he or should he not?
Toushiro sighed in his sleep and turned to his side, as Ichigo thought he was pretty tired himself, the long morning in the library, alcohol and the late night paper work affecting him at last. So he carefully slid down beside Toushiro, wrapping his arm around the smaller form, and sighed pleasantly. He would probably be alone when he wakes up the next morning, or rather punched somewhere vulnerable, but now felling like a satisfied cat, he didn't care. Sooner or later he would have to tell Toushiro of his attraction, because he was not one to keep his feelings to himself, but he didn't do well with words either.
Yawning softly, he remembered that light was still on, so he reached to switch off the table lamp and returned his arm to its place on Toushiro's waist. Soon he was asleep.
-.-.-
Toushiro woke up to a warm sensation that was enveloping his body. He let himself enjoy the feeling, trying to remember what happened the night before. When he caught up with his memory, his eye shot open only to be met with a strong chest covered in black and white. Startled, he felt his heart making a trip down to his feet and back, and nearly leaped out of his chest as it pounded into his ribcage. He looked up slowly, soft orange locks tickling his nose, and stared into to a face that belonged to none other that Kurosaki Ichigo.
A blush crept onto his face as his mind cleared further from the sleep. For all his cool nature, Toushiro couldn't keep it cool in a position like this, being cuddled like a plush toy by the man he liked so much.
It would surprise many, but he had some deep feelings for the taller shinigami for a long time already. It wasn't easy to hide and sometimes, when he reached to his boiling point, he snapped at Ichigo for being so informal with him. Everyone blamed it on the fact that he looked younger than all of the other captains, which caused him some problems in the past, with people not taking him seriously. But they didn't know the truth. The truth was that every time Ichigo would call him by his name, butterflies would assault his stomach, making him forget about everything around him, if just for a few seconds. That was why from time to time, Toushiro would snap at Ichigo, demanding he called him Hitsugaya-taichou.
He briefly wondered if should get up and leave before the other man woke up, but thought against it. The situation he was in right now was too pleasant to give up just yet.
Just then, he heard the door creak open, Ichigo stirring suddenly. So he shut his eyes quickly and pretended to be asleep.
-.-.-
Matsumoto was fuming. That, that... Ah! She couldn't even choose a word to call him for what he had done! She stomped to the office, thinking up a plan to get back at Ichigo. Upon reaching to the door she opened it and stepped inside.
She froze at the sight before her. So that was why Ichigo wanted to get rid of her. Naughty boys...
Still!.. She was still angry. She walked up to the couch preparing a fist and hit Kurosaki square in the forehead.
Ichigo fell off the couch taking the little taichou with him, wide brown eyes staring up into equally wide turquoise ones. This was definitely not how the both of them wanted to start the morning. Especially Toushiro, who was going to try and fall asleep or pretend being asleep until Ichigo went away. But now, all he could do was stare as a blush appeared at the bridge of Ichigo's nose.
A loud, rather feminine growl broke the spell and Toushiro tried to get up as quickly as possible. When he was up, he sat on the far corner of the couch. Ichigo rubbed his eyes and looked up from his position on the floor to see an angry Matsumoto pointing a finger at him.
"You-"
"Oh, shut up. You know you wanted it," he cut her off standing up.
"That's the problem! I don't remember anything, you little bastard!"
-.-.-
Ichigo entered his office rubbing the red mark that Matsumoto left on his forehead. After a particularly noisy argument they finally noticed that Hitsugaya had disappeared somewhere. Well, Ichigo thought, at least he didn't have to explain anything just yet. But he left the office before the strawberry blond beast started asking questions.
He then noticed that Shuuhei was already at his desk and couldn't keep a chuckle from bubbling out of his mouth. Hisagi sat with a dreamy expression his face, that rested on his palm, sporting a red hand-print on his left cheek.
I wonder, where's my camera...
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A/N: ah well, it didn't really end up as I wanted, so if its really crappy, tell me please, I'll change it. I fact, any review would be good.
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