Disclaimer: I do now own Bleach or its characters, but...this story is mine!

Let's us begin!

"You Drunk!"

"Toushiro!" A blushing Ichigo popped into the small taichou's room, hiccuping multiple times. Hitsugaya's vein appeared as he threw a cheap shot directly at his face. "Ow! You're so mean!" He complained like a little child, retreating to the corner.

The captain noticed that Ichigo's breath smelled like alcohol. 'Of course,' he dreadfully thought, 'Matsumoto must of forced him to drink sake with her and her other drinking buddies, and I'm left with the result. Wonderful...' He remembered that Ichigo came to Soul Society because he was bored. The Substitute bursted into his office many times before, but this is a first visit that he didn't chided for his way of addressing the correct honorific.

Sighing heavily, he headed for the intoxicated teen, patting him on the back. "No hard feelings, right?"

Then, out of the blue, Kurosaki jumped the prodigy, tackling down to the ground, with Ichigo's huge physique top of Hitsugaya's smaller. His face, cherry-colored, as his teal orbs widen.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

The strawberry, disregarding the question, buried his head deeply to the tendo's chest. "You're comfy, Shiro."

Reddening even more at the comment and the name, his body, head-to-toe, shivered when two strong arms wrapped about his waist. He floundered everywhere, but found it was no use. 'Even when he's wasted, he still can't control his own strength.'

The strawberry mumbled something, tickling the taichou's chest as Kurosaki's mouth moved, suppressing it with all of his might. "What did you say?"

Ichigo tilted his head up, then shifted all the way up until they were eye-to-eye. As the Substitute grinned like a knuckle-headed person he is, he purred into the taichou's ear, "I love you, Shiro."

Toushiro's face harden, as no one, not even a woman, ever told him those words. "Kidding, right?"

"Why would I be lying? I think you're awesome and cute."

At this moment, he wanted to punched him in the guts, for calling him 'cute,' but resisted the urge to do so, as he heard anyone call him cool before. Back to reality, he frowned at the teen, inquiring when did he start liking him. "When I first saw you silly!"

The first time they only met was when the strawberry only passed by him while being chased by Kenpachi, and that was about it. It really appalled him that this baka could notice him, let alone remember the scene, making him feel honored. 'No wonder the guy had such confused expression on his head. That explains everything...'

"Do you like me?" This question hit the dragon's head hard, done spacing out. He didn't know what to think; he never really got attached to him. Though, hearing reports about him from the mortal plane, he imagined that he thought that this kid was a total brat, but thought otherwise when Rukia told told Matsumoto, who then told him.

"Maybe..."

"Yea! We'll go to my world, then we'll start seeing each other, then date..." As he rambled on, the captain turned his face away from Ichigo's. His brain geared into action, coming with numerous problems of what would happen if they were exposed. Would anyone really improve of his relationship with a guy? Especially a human, who's still has a life on the other side? ...Does he love him back?

"Oi, Shiro-chan!" Ichigo whined at Hitsugaya, who didn't even bother to confront him. "What's wrong?"

"...It's nothing..."

Ichigo, flashing a soft smile, closed his eyes, burying into the prodigy's chest once more. "Don't worry, I'll always be with you, at your side, through the good times and the bad as well."

"What?"

"You heard me!"

The captain deaden his frown, soon replaced by sadden face, staring at the ceiling. "As much I want to, I can't..."

"...Why Shiro-chan?"

"Because..." Toushiro reminisced through his the depth of his darkest thoughts...memories that he never wanted experience again...things he pushed away and locked up. "I..."

"Shiro, you're crying..." The captain sensed something wet flowing off his cheeks. It was real tears. His eyes redden, puffed up also. He hate to admit, but he was scared, because no one felt about him this much before the incident, which left him marred with scars he cannot remove. Clenching his teeth, he held back muffled sobs of agony.

Even though he's drunk senseless, he still can be kind and caring. Lifting his hand up, he used his thumb to wipe the tears away. What Hitsugaya didn't expect was that Ichigo kindly touched his forehead with his lips. He gave him a little kiss...

"Kurosaki..." Before the captain could say anything, Ichigo finally exhausted himself out, fainted. Hitsugaya pushed him off, as he carried him off to his darken room. Laying him on the futon gently, pulling the covers on him, he gazed at the teen with sympathy, as a small smile crawled up his features. He knelt beside him, stroking the spiked hair, moving down to his cheeks.

"Toushiro..." The dreaming teen whispered. The said person then, got up, and while leaving the room, he whispered, "Good night.....Ichigo..."

As he slid the shoji door, the strawberry mumbled happily, "Good night..."