Title: Moonlight

Pairing: Ichimaru x Ichigo

Disclaimer: don't own Bleach

Summary: Ichimaru decides to take a little vacation to the Kurosaki family house for some fun, but how long will he be able to stay without the shinigamis or Aizen finding out?

N/A: It's been a while hasn't it… a very long time. I hope you guys still exist out there. Hellooooooo!

Alright, I'm going to have to get you readers to give me a hand here. I need ideas on how to continue this series, I'm all out of steam and even this one isn't as good as my other ones. It's decent enough… I think. You'll have to thank Marrun's comment which gave me an idea on this chapter. Oh and very sorry about my reply, Marrun, it wasn't a little after did I realize what you had really meant, my bad. Anyway, my notes and written chapters have all disappeared and I did find them once but it was missing quite a bit of things. I think the pages were ripped out or something… How… strange…

Beta'd by Nichi Koneko

Did anyone notice that this story was started in 2008? Its now 2011. How long has it been?

Chapter 11: Day 4 Wednesday part 2

Ichigo grumbled under his breath, glaring at his textbook for class in pure boredom. Apparently, the teacher had decided to go over something they had learned last year, repeating things he already knew. He didn't even bother taking notes, finding it worthless, and continued to stare at some random page in his book, wondering that if he stared long enough would the words start moving. Of course, eventually, he turned away, the white pages getting to his eyes, finding them too bright as it reflected the sunlight, and glanced around the room, looking at the other students who were listening and writing things down from the board. He saw Ishida working diligently on his notebook, glancing up now and then to look at the board before back at his notebook, scribbling things down with such speed that his hand looked like a blur. Orihime and Chad were both doing the same, yet slower in pace.

Ichigo sighed and glanced back to his notebook, peering over the notes he had taken yesterday. But it was nothing really all that interesting, he already knew the material. Rising up his hand, he decided that taking a walk around the school building might be a good distraction and keep him from falling asleep on his desk. He lied to his teacher, saying that he needed to go to the bathroom and left the room with the pass in his right hand. As he stepped outside into the hallway, he couldn't help but notice how empty it was, not a single person in sight and gave a huff, gently closing the classroom door behind him.

Just how he wanted it to be, all quiet and deserted. Ichigo began making his way far from the room, hands in his pants pockets and slouched forward with the pass hanging out. His footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, able to hear other teachers in different classes going on with their lectures and he could listen into a couple of arguments from students. Some got loud enough that he could hear the entire conversation word for word clearly.

As he reached the third intersection, he noticed a flash of white that seemed far too familiar for his liking. 'What the…' He thought to himself, trying to use his memory to make out who or what it had been. Curiosity rising, he followed along and peered down the area the white thing had went down. When he spotted the culprit, he blinked then rubbed his eyes before focusing on the person. His expression paled, his usual sneer appearing on his mouth, there was only one person that would be dressed like that. But he hoped with all his heart, body, and soul, that it wasn't him. Still, his eyes continued to zero in at the albino at the end of the hall with a large grin on his face.

'What is he doing here?' Ichigo screamed within his mind, mouth dropping open in shock, his scorn gone. He couldn't help but give a horror expression, repeatedly cursing out words inside. 'Is he insane? No, wait, I take that back. He already is. But still!'

Ichimaru was currently turned to his side, looking at something through his closed eyes, and then rotated away, his back now facing Ichigo. The orange-haired teen raised an eyebrow at that, wondering what the heck the other was searching for (that's what he thought it looked like), and stepped out from behind the wall, slowly making his way down. Immediately, his footsteps gave him away, resorting in the albino quickly twisting his way as if tensed about something. But the moment he saw who had found him, Ichigo visibly saw the other relax though it was well hidden. The shinigami substitute perceived the muscles underneath the baggy fabric loosen up and lines that had appeared around the other's face disappeared almost immediately. Ichimaru's grin seemed to widen at his appearance and took a few steps forward, waving his arms happily.

"There ya are, Ichi. Didn't expect to see ya so soon. I wasn't really plannin' on coming here but I got bored." Stopping in front of the orange-haired teen, Ichimaru tilted his head to the side, letting his long bangs fall in front of his face. His smile dropped a little, curiosity written all over his expression, when he took notice of the time. "Shouldn't ya be in class, right now?"

"I was." Ichigo growled, glaring at the other, the previous shock gone. "And why are you here anyway? You know there are some shinigamis that come here. You'll be found out if you stay here too long. And why are you out of your gigai, anyway?"

Chuckling, the albino swatted his hand and stepped around the teen, giving a shove. "Don't worry, I won't let them find me. I'm good at hidin' myself." He gave another push, getting the other to move down the direction he had been previously standing at. Ichigo grumbled a few things under his breath, knowing that Ichimaru had purposefully dodged that last question about his gigai, but allowed himself to go along with his crazy lover. As they came up to a classroom, Ichigo's thoughts seemed to wonder. Just where were they going?

Ichimaru swung open the door without care and went in with the teen, closing it behind him. The place empty, not even a soul was in the room, and the sunlight was brightening up the area from the window even without the lights on. Releasing his hold on the other, the albino stepped forward, widely swinging his arms back and forth with his Cheshire grin plastered on his face.

"Hey, hey, Ichi." Ichimaru started, settling himself on top of the teacher's desk, swinging his feet, and had his hands wrapped on the surface edge of the wood. The orange-haired teen had his arms folded across his chest, staring at the older man inquisitively, before leaning against the closest student desk. He had to turn his head slightly to the side to get a better look at the albino and blinked uncertainly when he saw Ichimaru pause for a moment.

Was he nervous? Ichigo absently thought to himself before swatting the idea away from his mind. Ichimaru wasn't really the type to get nervous about such things. He was more of the type that was blunt and sadistic… except when it came to him. Not that Ichigo knew about that last part.

The albino released the breath he had been holding in and opened his eyes up slightly, letting the crimson that was hidden underneath peek through. Keeping them open, his red orbs settled on the teen, observing him and knew that his lover was doing the same thing. "Ichi, have ya ever considered callin' me by my first name?"

"H-Huh?" Startled by such a random subject, Ichigo found himself giving a confused expression, still drawn to those pretty scarlet eyes. As the question settled into his mind, he found himself blushing lightly. 'Ichimaru… wants me to call him by his first name?' He glanced down at the ground, staring at his feet in uncertainty.

Actually, as he thought about it, Ichigo hadn't really heard his lover's first name before. Everyone he knew called him by his last name… but he's certain that he's heard it once from someone. Ichigo closed his eyes, thinking back and trying to recall the person. Sadly, he came up to nothing and decided to attempt and remember Ichimaru's first name but came with the same results. Still… it would be nice… no, wonderful to know. Ichigo bit his bottom lip and peered up where those calm eyes were still watching him, eyeing him for his response.

As he stared, he noticed that Ichimaru didn't exactly look all that comfortable in waiting and was in fact tapping his fingers quietly against the desk as if trying to distract himself. Ichigo hid a chuckle beneath his smile that suddenly bloomed on his lips and in fact, found himself liking his lover's face when those eyes were wide open. He only hoped he could see them more often. Taking a deep breath to catch the other's attention, he finally spoke, breaking the silence. "Sure, I guess, but you'll have to tell me what is it first? I'm afraid I don't really know it."

"Oh?" Ichimaru hummed to himself as if deep in thought and looked towards the window for a second. His eyes stared out at the school ground, taking in the scenery before going back. "It's Gin."

"Gin?" The orange-haired teen muttered to himself as if testing the name on his tongue. Mumbling under his breath, he stared at the blackboard, repeating the name inside his mind until he snapped his head towards the other with a grin, knowing that Ichimaru was waiting. "Alright, Gin…"

The albino jumped at that, blinking his eyes as they widened, startled that Ichigo would say his name so proudly so soon. He had been expecting the orange-haired teen to blush and stutter out excuses first and he wouldn't have minded that since that was how Ichigo is but to hear his name so soon… His heart fluttered inside his chest and that crazy grin he had shifted into a soft smile. "Thank you."

Ichigo blinked once then twice then turned bright red all the way to the tips of his ears. He had never seen the other smile like that before and it actually made him feel happy that that smile was only for himself. He was absolutely certain about that.

Standing up, Ichimaru chuckled and took a few steps forward, stopping right before the teen. His right hand reached out, cupping Ichigo's chin upward so that he could peer into those brown orbs. Watching as the shinigami substitute stare at him, straight into those crimson eyes of his, he leaned forward, pressing their lips together softly at first. As they got into the kiss, Ichimaru ran his fingers through the orange locks, deepening it and slipping his tongue inside. A small moan escaped from the back of Ichigo's throat, closing his eyes at the taste of his lover rimming his mouth. Ichimaru pulled back, nibbling on the bottom lip, not enough to bruise since the orange-haired teen would be going back to class soon, and pulled down.

His blood red eyes observed his lover carefully before going for another kiss, this one short and sweet. Breaking apart, he licked his lips, savoring the taste, and pulled back. His fingers trailed down from the hair to the lips, tapping them gently, then rubbed his thumb along the left cheek tenderly.

"I guess I better get goin', Ichi." Ichimaru retracted back, heading towards the window, opening it up behind him. "I'll see ya later tonight, alright?"

"Yeah…" A little breathless and panting from the kiss, Ichigo managed to get himself speaking, his lips still tingling from the sensation at what a wonderful feeling it was. "Bye, Gin."

Closing his eyes back into those crescent slits, the albino smiled affectionately, blowing a kiss, and jumped out the window, disappearing immediately. Ichigo remained in his spot for a few moments, trying to soothe his beating heart, and rotated around towards the classroom door. He touched his lips again, chuckling to himself, before exiting the room. He couldn't wait to get home.

Ichimaru's eyes are red, not blue for me. I made this while they were considered red in the manga before they had it blue in the anime. Actually, I like red better. He's one of the very few characters that has red eyes, blue is far too common.

Well, readers, if you want this series to continue, I need ideas and a lot of them. As stated, I've run out. That means, no ideas, no continue. So its all in your hands now.