I was bored... And looking up what rose colors mean (yes, indeed, I was THAT bored) and that popped into my head. And yes, there will be 'chapters', one for each color of rose.

Now, this is my first Bleach fan fiction, as well as my first shoenen-ai. So, prepare for crap MXM, people, as well as most likely OOC.

And the 'chapters' will most likely be fairly short, so if you like long chapters, here isn't the place for you.

Looking for constructive criticism, please.

Disclaimer: Isn't it obvious? If not, all Bleach characters, and plot, belongs to Tite Kubo.

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One: Lavender

The lavender rose is a symbol of 'falling on love'.

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Another horrid day. What made it even more horrendous was the fact that it was December the twentieth.

The birthday of one and only Hitsugaya Toshiro.

Some people, mostly young people, found this day something to look forward too.

And the icy captain was young, wasn't he? The difference was, he actually had a million people around him trying to give a gift. Truth be told, if he could, he's lock himself in his office all day.

Which is what he intended to do, until his sake-addicted vice-captain had managed to trick him out of there. Birthday or not, there was paperwork to be done!

Not to mention, every time someone tried to get Hitsugaya to accept the present, he got angrier and angrier. Seireitei had dropped by at least forty degrees that day, though he couldn't tell the difference himself.

After eight awful hours of being bombarded with gifts and other shinigami, some of which had been successful in giving presents (of which the poor white-crowned captain was now collapsing under), Toshiro had managed to pretty close get back to his office.

"H-heeey! C-caaaaptaaaain!" Matsumoto hollered, teeth chattering from the intense cold. Though, there was no reason to shout like that, the large-busted woman was standing right beside him.

The temperature dropped another five degrees as Toshiro growled, "What do you want?!"

"C-captain doesn't sound v-very hap-py!" the strawberry-blonde hiccuped, swaying as she grabbed a hold of the small arm next to her. "C-come! We'll go get a drink!"

Heeeeell no. She was already drunk. And besides. No, no way, no how.

"Matsumoto, I don't know what the hell you're thinking!" Toshiro spat, his emerald-colored eyes narrowing. "But if you know what's good for you, you'll get your hands off of me!" Yes, he was being colder, meaner (and though he wouldn't say so himself, a bit more like a bitch) to his vice captain than usual, but he was really pissed off at the moment. Don't forget he had a long day already, and still much longer to do.

Nonetheless, the female let go and sauntered off, probably to bug someone else into drinking with her again.

With a sigh of relief, Toshiro let himself into the office. Where, unfortunately, mountains of paperwork waited to be done.

With a scowl, any gifts that had been given to the unfortunate captain (that hadn't been 'accidently' dropped in the slow) was all dropped in the corner. He'd just clean it up later, no sense in even seeing any of it.

Sitting down as he begun the paperwork, he felt something... Missing. No, he had everything he needed, but something felt absent in his mind.

Not his mind, his heart, really. Though he refused to acknowledge it.

Kurosaki hadn't showed up today. And with his usual visits (and Hitsugaya caught the strawberry actually stalking him a few times) it just felt... weird, out of place. But he didn't care.

But the pain in his heart told him otherwise.

It was hard to focus on the sheets of paperwork. Honestly, he didn't know why it was so hard. He didn't care about carrot-head Ichigo.

With a growl, his eyes shifted over to the stacks of paperwork, as if to remind his brain that it needed to be done. But something caught his eye, something totally out of place.

A lavender rose.

Carefully sweeping a few stacks aside, Toshiro curiously looked at the just-budding plant. A few drops of water were on the gentle petals, the stem drinking up water from a small glass vase.

With a white hand, Toshiro almost touched the beautiful, yet small, flower. But he reminded himself that doing so would make it die faster, so he swept vase and all towards him.

It was so beautiful, so gentle, spending a soft aroma.

So that was why Kurosaki hadn't seen him today. He... he had...

This was Ichigo's way of telling the 'ice prince' that he had fallen for him. For someone so smart, the captain had been so blind to how the strawberry felt.

The soft baby cheek, belonging to the young prodigy, slightly caressed a couple of the petals. It felt so wonderful.

And just then, he realized he felt this way towards the stupid substitute, too.

That missing piece was put back in.