Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, obviously, nor do I own Seishun Amigo.

Author Scribbles: Thank you school, for giving me so much homework I can never update. Please ignore the random idea I got from Nobuta wo Produce and the OOC-ness. I would like to thank the awesome ChibiKitty 14, the amazing Tsuki-no-Kurokage and the talented Mask Rider Roy for reviewing for the previous chapter. You three deserve a big cookie. To all who read the other chapters, I'm giving you all a piece of chocolate.

Italics to bold means character switch,

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I'm running, running as fast I could. I look back. They're still behind me, running after me! What do they want? I run, knowing I could protect myself ... but why am I running? I turn and I meet a dead-end. They stop and started laughing. They slowly walk towards me and I back up, greeting the wall with my back. I frantically search through my pockets, I dial your number, knowing it by heart. I call for help.

My cell phone rings and I get a bad feeling. I answer, only to meet a frantic voice at the end of the line. "HELP ME! Some guys were chasing me and -" the voice I know so well says. Then, the phone cuts off, as if tearing us apart. I scramble to the door and run to where you are.

They kick, they hit and they punch. Each blow is painful but not seeing you coming is worse. I fall and suddenly they stop. I hear one scoff.

"You're not as strong as I thought you would be."

Tears well up in my eyes and they leave. I just stay, sitting perfectly still, tears rolling down my cheek.Why aren't you coming?

I'm running, running as fast I could, afraid I might not get there in time. I arrive in a dark alleyway and there's my friend, all beat up. I walk closer, looking at you with guilt. "I'm late, sorry."

I look up and say, "You broke your promise."

"I'm sorry," I held out a hand. "Do you still trust me?"

I smile at your stupidity, "I'm glad you came." I take your shaking hand, sealing our friendship, our trust, our promise. You pull me up to my feet and you carried me.

"You still trust me after that?" You laugh and I wonder why. Then suddenly, it hit me.

"Yes, the two of us are always one." Our promise to each other that we will stand by each other, no matter what.

I can never ask for a better friend but you. I will trust you, always.

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Now ... who might these people be?