Title- Substitution

Pairing- IchigoxToshiro

Rating- M for violence, blood, sex, foul language, cutting, and serious pervertedness.

Anime/Manga- Bleach

A/N- Even though the story title may make it sound like it, this story does not revolve around a substitute teacher, you'll have to read the summary to understand the title. This is going to be a pretty detailed story(where it matters ^.^), so you should be happy, It's for your entertainment. This will take awhile, and will have longer chapters. Some people have pointed out that I should call Hitsugaya by his first name, and I just wanted you to know that the only reason I type out his last name is because it's fun to type. Anyways, from now on I shall call the small boy Toshiro. Okay? Written for PunkyPenguin, even though she didn't ask, I owe my Uke one, cause she puts up with me^-^.

All of the teachers in this story are from my school, and they teach all of the classes I'm in. You can tell which ones I hate. lol. I changed the anime to fit my needs, so Ichigo has a step-mother, and she's annoying. It's also cold.

Summary- Toshiro cuts himself, he likes the pain, is addicted to it. He does it all the time, what happens when he meets someone who is willing to substitute for the blade?

'...'= thoughts

"..."= dialogue

"..."= flashback dialogue

'...'= flashback thoughts

flashbacks

Substitution

Toshiro sat in his room, he held a sterling silver knife to his arm. 'Why do Iof all people have to be addicted to this shit?' he asked himself. He gritted his teeth, and pushed the tip of the knife into his wrist, the blood pooled in the dimple the metal caused, before he pulled, spreading the crimson liquid across his pale skin. The blade moved easily, as if it were cutting through butter, and more blood welled to the surface. Toshiro stared at the blood, and placed the cold metal against his arm again, he slashed at his wrist, a second and a third time. On the forth time he felt something under his skin tear, and the blood spilled more thickly. The shade was darker, and felt like syrup as it trickled down the side of his frail wrist.

He lifted his arm closer to his face, and examined it carefully. The skin around the cut had begun to turn purple. 'Shit! I cut another vein, but that's what the faggit gets isn't it?' he asked himself, flinging his wrist away from his face he strode to his bathroom. After a few seconds of searching in the lower cabinents, he found a roll of gauze, and tape. He quickly washed away the worst of the blood, hissing slightly as the water cascaded through the rivets in his skin causing a stinging sensation. He patted his arm dry with a towel, and wrapped it up.

It took him three tries to get the gauze wrapped properly, so that it wasn't so tight that it turned his fingers purple. He pulled out the soft pink tensor bandage, and wrapped that around it too, so he could just say that he sprained his wrist to anyone that asked. As far as he knew no one knew that he cut himself. As far as he knew he was safe. As far as he knew...

Ichigo was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about the small boy he'd seen in the bathroom today. He couldn't have been more than thirteen. He had beautiful teal green eyes and silver hair. He'd been standing at the sink, unwrapping something in front of him. Ichigo had stepped forwards silently to see what it was, and what he saw had horrified him, he didn't know how anyone could do that to themselves. The thin arms were riddled with scars, and fresh cuts.

The boy picked at one if the scabs, hissing slightly as it came off, drawing forth a new torrent of blood. Ichigo had quickly and silently backed away into the nearest cubicle, and silently closed the door. He'd stood on the lid of the toilet, and looked over the top of the wall, watching to see what the boy would do next. There was a lot of blood in the sink, and Ichigo watched as the boy put his finger into the blood, and wrote something on the counter top, before putting his arm under the stream of cold water, to wash the blood away. He'd wrapped his arm up once again, and exited the room, pulling his sleeve down as he went.

Ichigo exited the cubicle quickly, and strode toward the sink. On the counter was a short note written in the boy's own blood. That's what the faggot gets, isn't it? So the boy was gay. Maybe Icigo could help him after all. He'd substitute for the blade.

The red-head rolled onto his side, and began to form his plan in his head. He'd confront the boy, and gain his trust, then he'd casually bring up the fact that he knew that the boy cut himself, then he'd make his offer. He just hoped that the boy didn't laugh at him, and walk away. Ichigo sighed, and closed his eyes. Slowly, he drifted into sleep, dreaming of what the next few weeks may bring.

Toshiro was still awake, laying on his back, he thought about someone he'd seen today. The boy couldn't have been more than fifteen, and he had hair the shade of flames...

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"Toshiro, pay attention!" the English teacher snapped, three weeks later, slamming her ruler on the top of his desk. The small boy jumped, and lifted his head from the table-top. he glared at the teacher, and stood. He barely reached her shoulder, but still he opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't tell me you were. I know you weren't." she snapped, grinning at the rest of the class. Everyone had gone silent, and were watching the young boy, as he stood straight, and narrowed his eyes. A sneer spread across his face, as he looked the teacher strait in the eye. "The only reason why I put my head on the desk Mrs. Quanstrom, is because I can't look at your hideous face, and think at the same time."

The teacher's mouth opened, and closed, but she stayed silent, outrage clouded her eyes as she looked at the disobediant boy in front of her. "Come on, I thought you were an english teacher, surely you could come up with something to say to that." She turned a slight purplish colour at this comment.

Everyone in the class, was still watching the pair in awe. Toshiro looked around, his eyes flashed from one face to the other, his sneer turned into a triumphant grin as he saw the red-head laughing silently in the back row. Someone to his right started clapping, and cheering, and soon the entire class was giving him a standing ovation. The teacher grabbed him by his wrist, and dragged him from behind his desk. Toshiro felt something tear on his arm, and felt his face turn into a grimace of pain. "Let go of me before I sue you for assault!" he said over the sound of cheering, and clapping. The sounds died off, as the teacher dropped his arm, and he ran out of the room.

Ichigo picked up his books, and the small boy's, and walked to Mrs. Quanstrom.

"I'll escort him to the office." he said. She nodded, and went back to the front of the class. Ichigo could hear the ruler hit the front desk so hard it snapped. He heard the pieces being thrown across the room, as she began to yell, again. He caught up with the boy, in the science wing, he reached out, and grabbed onto the small shoulder. The boy reeled around, defiance burned in his eyes, his face fell as he saw the red-head.

"What do you want?" Toshiro asked, turning, and leaning against the lockers again. He felt the older boy's arm brush his shoulder as his binder, and textbook appeared in front of his face.

"You forgot these."

"Thanks, but I don't think I'll ever be going back to that English class."

"Quanstrom is retiring, hopefully you're not as mean to the next teacher. We don't want him retiring do we? He seems nice."

"Everyone wanted to say it. I just beat them to it." Toshiro said, quietly. Suddenly he was very aware of how close the boy behind him was standing. He turned around, as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at the boy, amazed at how tall he was up close. He had to stand on his toes to reach the boy's shoulder. Suddenly the boy stepped back, and extended his hand, "I'm Ichigo." he said.

Toshiro reached out, and clasped the boy's hand. The older male had a firm grip, but his hands were soft, and gentle. Toshiro tore his gaze away from their interlocked hands, and looked up into the face above him. "Toshiro." Ichigo smiled, and nodded. "I've heard your name in a couple of our classes. You don't look fifteen though."

"I'm not fifteen, I'm thirteen. I skipped a few grades." he answer.

"What's wrong with your arm?" Ichigo asked, reaching out.

"Nothing." Toshiro said, slightly too fast. He stepped back away from the red-head, and pulled his arm behind his back. He could feel the blood dripping off of the end of his fingers, but he tried to hide it as best he could. Ichigo looked down, and caught sight of the blood, his brow furrowed, and he reached out again. "I just want to help."

Toshiro sighed, and let his arm drop to his side. An uncharacteristic blush spread across the bridge of his nose, as Ichigo's hand closed over his again. The red-head pulled his sleeve up gently. He looked down at the thin arm, and gasped. It was worse than he'd thought, the scars renged from paper-cuts to gouges, crisscrossing the pale arm with white, and red lines. Ichigo looked into Toshiro's eyes, and saw a pleading expression.

"I won't tell anyone...on one condition, you have to stop this." Ichigo said.

"I... can't. Trust me, I've tried." Toshiro said, looking down.

"Well, then I'll substitute for you"

"What?"

"Whenever you feel like cutting, come to me, and I'll take your mind off of it."

Toshiro looked down at the floor, thinking about it. He knew he had a crush on this boy, but could he really help him? "Okay, where do you live?"

Ichigo smiled. "I'll show you."

"Now?"

Ichigo nodded, and walked to the office, he left Toshiro by the door out, and went to sign them out. When he'd finished, he walked out, and escorted Toshiro out of the building, and to his house. When they reached the door, Ichigo tried the handle before he searched through his pockets. "Damn, I forgot my key at school, I'll have to go back."

"No you don't."

"What?"

Toshiro reached into his pocket, and brought out his library card. He held it between his first two fingers, and showed it to Ichigo. Then he pushed it in between the door, and the door-jam. He pulled it down slowly, pausing when he got to the handle, before he pushed it sharply in, and pulled down, and the door clicked open. He turned the handle, and walked into the house.

"You'll have to teach me that." Ichigo said, dropping his books on the floor. Toshiro looked around, putting his card back into his pocket, he put his books on the floor next to Ichigo's, and followed the red-head to his room. It was large, and cluttered, but had a good feeling in it. He looked around, and noticed a single piece of paper on the computer desk

He walked over, and picked it up, the loopy writing was neat, and straight.

He read it quickly.

If I wrote you a symphony,

Just to say how much you mean to me

What would you do?

This ring here represents my heart

But there's just one thing I need from you

Say it, "I do"

Because

I can see us holding hands,

Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand

I can see us on the country side

Sitting on the grass laying side by side

You could be my baby

Let me make you my love, well maybe,

You amaze me

Making me go crazy

All I want you to do is be my love.

My Love

No other person could take your spot my love

My Love.

~Ichigo

Toshiro put the poem back on the desk, and turned back to Ichigo, his breath caught in his throat, as he saw that the older male was standing directly behind him.

Ichigo looked down at the desk, and grinned. "Did you like the poem?" he asked.

Toshiro nodded. "Good, cause I wrote it for you." Ichigo leaned down, and pressed his lips to Toshiro's before the younger boy could say anything. Toshiro froze, not quite sure what to do, he could feel Ichigo's lips against his, but he couldn't react. Ichigo pulled away slightly, and looked down at the small boy.

Toshiro blinked a few times, and looked up at him. Ichigo felt the younger boy's hands on his shoulders, and he leaned down slightly. Toshiro's lips connected with his again, his hands pulled his shoulders, making him move closer. Ichigo picked up the small boy, and put him on the desk, keeping contact at all times. He placed his palms on the desk, and leaned into the kiss, the silver-haired boy's mouth opened, even before Ichigo's tongue could touch his lips.

Ichigo's tongue slid through Toshiro's teeth, and brushed against his tongue. They battled together, Toshiro pulled Ichigo closer. One small hand rested on the back of the older male's neck, while the other was spread on his back. Ichigo's hand lifted from the desk, and placed itself on Toshiro's lower back, making him arch into the red-head. Toshiro's hands slid from their places, and planted themselves on Ichigo's chest, pushing him away.

"Too... soon." he gasped between breaths of air.

Ichigo smiled, and backed away, his brow furrowed as he thought for a moment, "That's what the faggot gets, what does that even mean?" Ichigo asked, looking down at Toshiro's arms.

"I don't know." Toshiro said, looking away, a slight blush played across his cheeks again. "I told my parents that I was gay, and they just laughed at me, that was six months ago. After that I started taking my anger out on myself. I don't know why. I was stupid."

"Six months?" Ichigo asked, reaching for Toshiro's arms again.

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Toshiro's pov

Ichigo's fingertips slid down my arm, they felt oddly comforting on my burning skin. There was still traces of blood on my lower wrist from when Quanstrom had grabbed me. He rubbed it with his thumb, making it flake off, and float to the desktop.

"Let me see your other arm." he said, reaching.

I lifted my right arm for him, and held it there as he pulled my sleeve up, over the scars, there were fewer on this side, but it was still aching. His palm slid down my arm, and I looked up at his face. He looked like he had tears in his eyes, I leaned down, trying to see, but it was no use, there was too much shadow. I reached up, and brushed my fingertips over the side of his face. "Ichigo?" I whispered.

His eyes flashed up to meet mine. "You're making me feel really bad." I mumbled.

He smiled, and leaned into me again, he buried his face in the hollow of my neck. His hands rested on my back, as he embraced me.

"I wish I could make you forget." he whispered. "but I can't so I'll smother you in love."

"Either way doesn't bother me."

He smiled, and his hands slid off of my back. I tightened my embrace, and closed my eyes tightly, trying to hide my tears.

"Don't leave me." I said."I need you." my voice cracked, giving me away. His arms wound around me again, pulling me into a tight hug.

"I'll never leave for as long as you need me." he said.

"Then you'll always have to be with me." I said, curling my fingers so they hooked onto his shirt.

"Fine with me."

We stayed like that for a long time, before Ichigo picked me up again. He laid me on the bed, and dropped down beside me. I snuggled into him, a contented sigh escaped my lips, as his arm pulled me into his warm body. I felt him shift, and I opened my eyes. I looked up into his face, his brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be focusing on something on the desk. I followed his gaze, and saw a small white book.

'Shit!' I thought as he got up, and strode over to the desk. He picked up the book gently, as if he expected it to break. He read something on the cover, and turned to me. His eyes were questioning. I shrugged, and looked away. I knew what the first poem in the book was, but I didn't really care. He flipped open the first page in the book, his eyes, flashed over the page, quickly reading the words there. He mouthed the words as he read them, and I was surprised to see that he wasn't reading the first poem, he was reading one later in the book. One that wasn't about death.

Red Roses

Our love is that of a red rose,

Whose splendor rises as the sun shows its face

Whose petals expand further and richer

Whispering secrets of happiness and affection

And even though at the fall of dusk

All contentment is swept away

And the rose's petals untie as one

Reflecting any light that may endeavor to shine

Though the sun will always rise

And the Rose's petals eternally broaden

Until they fully blossom into a stunning creation

Our love is that of a red rose

Possessing a few imperfections

That may cause evanescent wounds

But the eternal radiance

Will everlastingly bestow

Healing and comfort.

Ichigo looked at me, his eyes were warm, and loving. They made me feel safe.

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Ichigo's pov

I don't know why I did it, but I kissed him again, I forcibly pressed my lips against his again. His moans pressed me onward. I laid him back onto my bed, he went willingly. I pulled on the hem of his shirt, his eyes flashed open, and he pushed me away. I felt the hurt rise in my chest, and I guess he saw it flash in my eyes, because he smiled. "I'm sorry, it's just too soon."

I grinned back, and shrugged. "S'kay." I slurred.

"I'd better go home now." he said. I stood, and helped him to his feet. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me close. His rested his head on my chest as my arms made contact with his back. I held him close, I didn't want to let go, but I figured that I'd have to sooner or later. He sighed, and I tightened my embrace. He squirmed slightly, and looked up at me. His eyes were asking the question, and even before he could say anything, I crushed my lips against his in an open mouthed kiss.

He moaned into my mouth, as my tongue slid past his teeth. He bit down lightly, and I moaned in pleasure. I was the first to pull away, even though I wanted to stay like that forever, my lungs wouldn't last that long. I led him to the door, and he left. My step-mother came home a bit later, and asked me how my day at school had been. She looked a bit skeptical, if not disgusted as I told her about the silver-haired boy. I didn't tell her about our kisses, just that he and I were going to be good friends, and he'd be coming over a lot. She seemed to like the fact that I was making friends, since I didn't have many, but I don't think she liked how I talked about Toshiro.

I was sure that some of the things I'd said had clued her in, but there was no such luck.I'd have to tell her myself, when the time came. Soon after she got home, My father walked through the door, and she told him about Toshiro. He looked at me funny for the rest of the night. I didn't eat that night, and I went to bed as soon as I could. I looked at the desk, and saw the white book, Toshiro had obviously forgotten it. I picked it up, and flipped open the cover again.

I read the first poem with mounting horror.

Feel The Pain

Would you think any less of me

If I cut myself tonight?

What would you think of me,

If I cut myself and died?

I would go and die tonight,

But I haven't felt your touch

Yes I would die tonight,

But I haven't done enough

So tonight when I get home,

I will not cut myself

Instead I will take the pain

The worst pain ever felt.

I flipped through the book to the one I'd read before. I read it again, and noticing that it was the last one in the book, I looked more closely at the page, and noticed in the bottom right hand corner, in neat writing: Ichigo Kurosaki.

I grinned to myself, and closed the book again. I laid it on the desk, and laid down on my bed. I looked out the window, almost as if I was hoping to find someone out there. I sighed, and closed my eyes. Sometime later that night a soft knock on the window awoke me from my slumber.

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Ichigo sat up, and unlatched the window, he pulled it up slowly. The figure outside stepped toward the source of heat. Ichigo extended his hand, and helped the small boy through the window. Even though the boy was wearing a heavy sweater, Ichigo could still feel him shivering. Quickly the older boy shut the window, and turned back to Toshiro.

Just the way that the boy was laying on the bed, made Ichigo's heart skip a beat. The boy was laying on his back, his arms were extended slightly, in an inviting manner. His legs were parted slightly, and his eyes were locked with Ichigo's.

The red-head grinned, and pulled the smaller boy into his arms. Toshiro sighed, and tilting his head back slightly he found himself lost in the amber orbs above him. He'd never noticed how warm and inviting they looked compared to his. He leaned up, and brushed his lips over Ichigo's the older male reacted immediately. Pushing against Ichigo's shoulders, Toshiro managed to make the older boy lay on the bed. He straddled the hips below him, finding their slightly feminine width surprisingly comfortable. He leaned down, and kissed the red-head again.

A surprised gasp was heard from the younger boy as Ichigo rolled, pinning the boy beneath him. His mouth wandered down, and latched onto a small collar-bone. Toshiro let out a moan, before biting his lip.

"W-where is your parent's room?" he asked.

Ichigo pointed at the ceiling, then to the other end of the house.

"Any siblings?"

Still not breaking contact, Ichigo raised one finger, and pointed outside. It took a moment for the message to register.

"They're not here?"

Ichigo finally pulled away from Toshiro's collar-bone. "You really are smart aren't you?"

"Don't answer one question with another." Toshiro said.

"No, she isn't here. She's at a friend's place. Speaking of which, do you think your parents would mind if I came over sometime?"

"They aren't usually home, so I guess they wouldn't give a shit."

Toshiro's fingers brushed over the slight bump on his collar-bone. It was a bit tender, and Toshiro assumed that it was also dark purple. "I guess I belong to you now huh?"

"Damn right."

Toshiro grinned, and brushed his fingers over Ichigo's cheek. A hand closed over them, and Ichigo looked down into his Uke's eyes. Tenderly he kissed the soft lips, earning a quiet moan from the smaller male. He reached down, and once again attempted to pull the thick sweater over Toshiro's head. He was surprised when the younger boy leaned up to give him better access to the troublesome garment. The sweater slid off easily enough, but the clingy fabric that the t-shirt was made of stuck to Toshiro's now sweaty skin. Ichigo grinned down at the boy, before giving the shirt a good tug. It slid halfway up Toshiro's torso.

Toshiro sighed, and rolled his eyes. softly he batted Ichigo's hands away, and pulled the shirt over his head. He threw it on the floor, looking at it with distaste. Ichigo pulled his own shirt over his head, and pushed Toshiro back onto the bed. He flicked his tongue over a pebbled nipple, earning another moan. He placed open-mouthed kisses along Toshiro`s stomach, until he reached the top of the jeans the boy was wearing. He ran his tongue over the soft skin at the top of the jeans, before skilfully, pulling the button out of the hole with that same sinful mouth.

Toshiro felt a sharp tug on his hips as his jeans were pulled down. The rough fabric sliding over his hips, and legs, made him harder, Ichigo noticed directly that Toshiro was becoming hard for him. He pulled off his own pants, and boxers. He stood in front of the bed, his hands on his hips, as if waiting for something. Toshiro propped himself up on his elbows, before sliding off of the bed. He came to rest on his knees in front of Ichigo. He reached up hesitantly. His eyes locked with Ichigo's as he grasped the shaft of Ichigo's cock.

A loud moan tore from Ichigo's throat as a hot wet mouth engulfed the head of his cock. He threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream, as Toshiro's tongue swirled around him. He'd never felt anything like this before. He could feel that Toshiro was inexperienced, but the pleasure was clouding his sences. He didn't know how long this lasted, but Toshiro managed to pull away, before he made the older boy cum.

Ichigo looked down at him, with distaste. His gaze was met by a pair of teal eyes. They seemed warmer, than they did before. Actually, his entire face was flushed, and he was breathing raggedly. Ichigo reached down, and picked him up, Toshiro seemed too shocked to react properly. Ichigo placed him on the bed again, he pulled the younger boy's boxers off before he straddled his hips.

"Thanks, I'll remember that you give great blow-jobs the next time we do this, but now it's time that I re-payed you for the favor." Ichigo said, reaching into the bedside table, he pulled out a bottle of lube. He opened it, and set it on the bed, before his hand wrapped around Toshiro's aching erection. The younger boy bit his lip as he tried to stifle the moan. Ichigo replaced his hand with his mouth, as he reached for the bottle,

He spread some lube on his fingers, and replaced his hand on it's former place on Toshiro's hip. He circled around the tight opening before he pushed one finger inside of it. He pulled his mouth up quickly, feeling the head of the young boy's cock push against the back of his throat, as Toshiro arched into him. He pushed the boy's hips down again, and thrusted his finger into him a few times, before adding another.

Even just around two fingers, he was so tight, Ichigo had troubles pushing his fingers back into him. He pulled his mouth away from Toshiro's cock, and looked into his eyes.

"You need to relax."

Toshiro nodded, and relaxed his muscles, Ichigo found it much easier to push in and out of him. He pushed another finger into him, he looked up when Toshiro let out a quiet cry of pain.

'Oh god. If he thought that hurt...' Ichigo couldn't say the rest of the sentence, even just in thought. He looked up at the younger boy, He was looking out the window, his eyes were glazed over, and he looked lost. 'Maybe I should stop.' Ichigo thought. He pulled his fingers away from the warm tightness, and sat up. Toshiro didn't acknowledge that anything had happened..

"Toshiro?"

Teal eyes slowly crawled up to look at him.

"Are you okay?"

The boy gave a slight nod, and narrowed his eyes. "Why'd you stop?"

"You-I just wanted to make sure you were okay with this."

"I'm fine with it, please continue."

"Are you sure?"

Another slight nod was the only answer he got. He looked at Toshiro for another few moments before he grabbed the bottle again. He spread the watery gel on his dick, and leaned down over the smaller boy on the bed. Toshiro's eyes were warm, and light, and alarmingly alert. As if he was waiting for the pain, which -Ichigo thought- he probably was.

He bent, and kissed the boy deeply, before thrusting into him. Toshiro's eyes widened before he closed them tightly. A burning pain spread up his spine. Ichigo's hands moved over his skin, trying to calm him, his mouth moved against his lips, he was saying something, but Toshiro couldn't quite focus on the sound of Ichigo's voice. He couldn't think, couldn't make his senses focus on anything.

Minutes later, he felt the pain lessening, his hearing was getting better. He heard the soft drone of Ichigo's voice, felt the gentle hands that caressed his skin. He opened his eyes, and looked into the amber ones that belonged to his now official lover. He took a gasping breath, and all of his sences seemed to clear.

"Are you okay?"

Toshiro stared into the eyes above him, he leaned up, and captured the soft lips of the older boy. He dug his nails into Ichigo's back, pulling on the boy. Ichigo began to thrust in to him shallowly. He heard a small moan, and began to thrust a bit harder. Toshiro soon found that if he kept both of his hands on Ichigo's back, he was going to get a concussion. He removed one of his hands, and placed it on the wall, he pushed back, and saw stars. His breath left his lungs in a rush, so he was left light-headed, and slightly disoriented.

"Again." he moaned.

Ichigo grinned, and aimed for the spot again. Hitting it squarely, he heard another gasp from the younger boy.

"Ichigo..."

He looked down, still grinning. His gaze was met by Toshiro's, leaning down their lips connected. Ichigo pounded into the small frame until he felt Toshiro tighten around him. He placed his lips over the younger boy's just in time to swallow his scream of pleasure, before he came himself.

Upstairs in the room at the end of the house all was silent. All was peaceful, in the room downstairs where the two boys were. They lay close together, in a gentle embrace.

"Ichigo, I love you."

"I love you too."

Toshiro sighed, and snuggled into the arms of his lover. Early the next morning, around five, Toshiro left the sleeping form of his lover, and returned to his house. He crawled through his bedroom window, and not even bothering to take his clothes off after he was in bed, he fell into a deep sleep again.

Ichigo awoke at noon, He looked around, confused as to why he was alone. He looked at the desk, and saw that the white book was gone, an that it was replaced by a sheet of paper. He climbed out of bed, and pulled on his soft pyjama bottoms, He walked to the desk, and picked up the paper. It was another poem.

Remember

Remember when you said you loved me?

Remember what I did?

Remember who it was that saw you

Remember who fell so hard.

Remember that I said I love you

Remember you're my saving grace.

Remember how we were last night

Remember how I came

Remember how I felt to you

Remember that I'll always love you.

I love you Ichigo. Hope to see you soon.

~Toshiro

Fin! I'd like to throw a special thanks to my brother, and my cousin, who read this for me, and said they loved it. So Thanks Nii-san, and you too Zero (nickname lol).

Also I'd like to say thanks to all the people that have stuck with me this far.

And thanks to Punky Penguin.

What'd you think my dear?

anyways, please read and review.