Ello mah faithful readers! Ah am gunna rewrite teh first few chapters since ah think ah could have done much better on them, so keep yhur eyes open for that. And Ahm sorry fer not updating fast.

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(Izuru's POV)

Ichigo was deadly silent as they climbed into Izuru's small car. He had been released from the hospital that morning after being held there for 2 days so the doctors could monitor the healing of his ribs and make sure there was no internal bleeding. The scowl that occupies the strawberries face currently is nothing like his regular scowl. This one is filled with real anger, and a touch of hurt.

What have I done wrong now? Izuru though, his mind searching for what could have caused Ichigo's distemper. Then it dawned on him as his brain reached the scene of the fight with Grimmjow. Izuru was kneeling beside Ichigo right before the ambulances arrived. He had offered to call an ambulance, but Ichigo specifically told him no hospital.

But it wasn't me! Of coarse Ichigo doesn't know that… Of coarse he would think its me, who else would? Who did call the ambulance? Izuru's head spun with the unfairness of it all.

Gin towered over Izuru, the anger that surrounded the terrifying man almost tangible. 'Please oh please let it be quick this time.' Izuru though. Last time Gin had gotten angry, he had thrown Izuru around for almost 30 minutes before snapping out of it. Izuru rarely did anything to make Gin angry, but when he did, it was always much worse than when the silver haired snake came home after he lost a bet or got cheated in a deal. Gin could seem cool and relaxed one moment, then the next be seething anger. Every time he would take it out on whatever crossed his path, and often that was his small blonde lover.

Gins large hands slammed into Izuru's thin shoulders, sending him flying across the room and into a table. The table split in half, the sharp edges cutting into the soft skin of Izuru's back. He let out a pained cry, and scrambled to his feet. Luckily Gin had stormed off into another room to wreak havoc, so Izuru hurried to the bathroom, locking the door.

He reached into the top shelf of the bathroom cupboard and pulled out his small sterile box that held precious strips of gleaming metal, choosing a long thin blade, he went to work on his wrists with tears streaming down his face.

"It wasn't me!" The small blonde blurted out suddenly. Ichigo turned and looked at him, his scowl turning to that of confusion. "I-I didn't call the ambulance…. It was someone else…" The small blonde shrunk down into the driver's seat and watched the road through the sheet of blonde hair that hung over one eye.

Ichigo's chocolate eyes softened.

"That isn't what I'm angry about Izuru. It was nothing that you did." He explained, his voice gentle. Ichigo reached out and laid his hand on Izuru's leg in a comforting gesture.

Izuru glanced at Ichigo quickly before returning his eyes to the road. Then what is he angry about? The blonde thought, his shoulders relaxing a little.

"I was pissed because Grimmjow kicked my sorry ass and I didn't get a single hit on him." The strawberry answered as if reading Izuru's mind. His fists were clenched in his lap. For a second, Izuru wondered if Ichigo would take his anger out on him like Gin had.

No he wouldn't. He's nothing like Gin!

They pulled into their apartment parking lot and walked up the stairs to Izuru's apartment. Unlocking the door, he pushed it open to reveal a very neat and clean living space almost identical to Ichigo's, except for the tasteful art that adorned the walls, expensive furniture, and the grand piano placed in the art room. Glancing back to see Ichigo's reaction he walked in and sat down on his white leather couch.

(Ichigo's POV)

Ichigo's eyebrows hit his hairline when he stepped into his blonde's apartment. Though the architecture was the same, It seemed like a completely different place.

Holy shit this kid must be loaded! He thought as his eyes roamed the expensive looking paintings on the walls and then settled on the grand piano in the dining room. Ichigo wandered into the kitchen and realized that where there should have been a wall, there was another apartment room. The wall between the two had been taken out. In that room sat a beautiful white grand piano. Surrounding the piano were shelves of books of all sorts.

"Damn." Ichigo murmured.

"Do you like it?" Izuru's gentle voice surprised him.

"You must be rich to afford all this!" He said, his eyes as wide as saucers.

"My parents have money…" He replied with an amused grin and a light chuckle.

"Obviously… how many bedrooms you got?"

"Uh two… why?" Izuru asked, puzzled.

"I wanna know how many rooms I can pick from to fuck you in." Ichigo said, pulling Izuru up against him and pressing his lips to the shocked blonde's soft ones.

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So tell meh if ya liked it! Next chapter should be fun ;) Ah'm installin a new computer, monitor, and printer so it may take a while ta get the next chapter up. But ah will get it up as soon as ah can!