A/N - Thank you for the nice reviews. :)

Here's another chapter, I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: Small sexy time. Chapter not beta-ed.

Chapter 4 – Constant Motion

The ride was exhilarating. Hisagi wasn't too fast, but Izuru held him with all his grip.

The roads weren't familiar, and he was sure he was lost if Hisagi left him. It took them 20 minutes to reach their destination.

They stopped in a side road nearby a forest. Hisagi got out of the bike and Izuru mimicked him. The brunet took out his bag from the box, and locked it. Izuru nervously looked around. This was such an isolated spot. He wondered why Hisagi brought him here.

"Don't tell the others about this place, ok?"

Izuru nodded in return, and followed Hisagi as he walked towards the woods.

The weather was warm, and the shadow of the trees provided a perfect cover.

Hisagi was so strange… Sure, he had seen forests, and even had camping trips at school, but this was not the typical place to go. The forest was empty and raw. There were all sort of plants, and bushes and big pine trees. He asked himself if there were animals too…

They stopped after after several minutes of walking in a small opened area. Hisagi put down his bag and faced him.

"What do you think?" the brunet asked. Izuru looked around and smiled.

"It's beautiful."

It was. Simple and natural. Hisagi smirked at the response.

He adjusted his bag against the tree, and sat leaning against it. Izuru did the same with his own bag and sat next to him on his right side.

"Do you come here often?" he tried to understand. He really wanted to know Hisagi.

"Sometimes."

The brunet searched for his cigarettes in his pocket and lit one, inhaling slowly. He puffed the smoke, tilting his head up. Izuru couldn't help but stare at the brunet's lips. He only noticed now that Hisagi had a little hole on the bottom right of his lip. Like he had a lip ring before.

Hisagi raised an eyebrow, "Want one?" he offered his smokes, and Izuru denied.

"N-no, I don't smoke."

"You're right not to. These things are bad."

Really? Then…

"… why do you smoke?"

"Because it helps me relax," he replied bluntly. "and I'm addicted."

They stayed there in silent for a while until Hisagi pulled his earphones and music player. He offered one of the earplugs to Izuru and secured the other in his own ear.

"This is Dream Theater. This is the type of music that may make you feel depressed, but once in a while it puts you in a nice mood."

"Why do you hear music that makes you feel depressed?"

"Listen to the guitar and you'll understand why."

They continued the afternoon listening to music, and talking about different bands and genres. Hisagi continued smoking from time to time, his jacket on his side, and tie loosed. Izuru had also taken his cardigan as it was hot.

He enjoyed this place. And he enjoyed Hisagi's soothing voice. He liked their conversations, and how much Hisagi talked about music specially when he enjoyed a particular band or song.

The sun was getting lower, another hour and it would be sunset. The orange sky was almost blinding. He noticed Hisagi reaching his cellphone. Since the first time he met Hisagi, this was the second time he saw him without his phone for so long. The first time was the night of the concert.

Izuru was even more surprised when Hisagi asked to take a photo.

"Don't move." He moved the phone close to his face, super close in fact. "Don't look to the camera, look at me."

Izuru did, and his heart couldn't handle it anymore. He hoped that Hisagi couldn't sense how nervous he was.

The picture was taken and Hisagi showed him. It was a picture of his eyes, the way the sun shone, made the blue stand out like the sky.

"Can I use it for my portfolio?"

"Sure." Really, he wanted to use a photo of his eyes? He had no words for this.

"I wish I brought my camera, it would be even better."

"You like photography, right?" Izuru asked remembering Abarai talking about it.

"Yeah, it's a hobby of mine." He locked his phone and laid it on his jacket. "What about you? What do you like besides games and haiku?"

He wasn't expecting that Hisagi was going to ask questions about him.

"I like to write," he replied. "I want to be a writer." he admitted.

Hisagi leaned his head and watched him.

"What do you write?"

They were stopped by Hisagi's phone ringing. He sighed and took it, his forehead frowned when he saw the caller.

"Hey Kensei," he looked at Izuru and smiled slightly. "I'm going in a bit, yeah… ok, bye." His smile faded away during the conversation.

They left not longer after. The talk on the phone with Kensei made Hisagi silent, and Izuru didn't want to push it.

The ride back was faster, and Hisagi took him home. He left the motorcycle and gave back the helmet.

"Thank you for the ride," Izuru said hoping he didn't look as timid as he felt.

"No problem. See you tomorrow."

"Bye."

He saw Hisagi leaving.

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That night, Izuru finally had the chance to speak with Momo through videochat.

"I'm sorry, we had no internet connection!" Momo said with her hands joined together in an apologetic gesture.

"How was track camp?"

"Oh you know, the same old same. We practice with the seniors so it was fun."

Izuru missed Momo. It was a boomer, she was 4 hours away.

"What about you? How is the new school?"

Izuru told her about how the school was behind in classes, how Abarai was, about everyone of the group and…

"I also made a friend I think…" he said looking down. He could feel Momo's gaze upon him through the camera.

"A friend, uh? Or do you mean potential girlfriend?" she asked interested.

This caught Izuru off-guard. Girlfriend? Hisagi was definitely not a girl, but now he didn't know how to reply back, because Izuru might have realized something he wished he didn't.

"I mean a friend," he replied back. Momo was smirking.

"Sure, sure. And it is making your all worked out. Oh my god, you are red!" she laughed. Damn you, Momo.

"No... It's not like that. We just… spoke a couple of times." It was true. It was only a few times, and they were together alone only two times. Heck, they knew each other for a week. There was no way he had feelings for him.

"Ok, but that's great! I'm so happy that you are doing well."

"Please, don't comment with Abarai about this, he's not very subtle," he had to beg Momo, or Abarai would destroy whatever was going on with Hisagi.

"Of course, I won't say anything, but tell me," she spoke lower towards the laptop. "Do you like her?"

That was the problem here. He was so confused.

"I don't know. I don't think I do. It's just… I like when we are together, it's fun and..." his voice faded away. He couldn't like Hisagi, he was a boy, and Izuru was not gay, at least he never thought he was. In the past he fancied one girl or another, but he was never in love in his life. He had no idea if this was love, or even what love was.

"Well, then just enjoy it. There's no need to quantify things!"

"You are the one who brought the girlfriend topic."

"Now, it's my fault! Anyways, is she pretty?"

Izuru was lurking at the same time, a page he barely closed since the concert. Hisagi's photo gallery in Soulspace. Pretty wasn't the correct word. Handsome, yes, charming? Even more. Hot? Oh god, he shouldn't think these things.

"Yes."

"I want to see her! Send me a photo!"

"N-no, Momo. I won't sen-" he stopped talking as he looked speechless at his screen.

"What is it?"

Izuru's throat dried as he watched the new photo uploaded in Hisagi's profile. The picture Hisagi took of his eyes in the afternoon, with the caption 'Blue Monday'.

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Izuru woke up after snoozing the alarm for the second time. He wasn't able to sleep until dawn, and then when he did, a couple of hours later the alarm rang.

The thought of Hisagi didn't leave his mind. Why did he upload the picture? He did ask if he could use in his portfolio, but Izuru wasn't expecting this.

He arrived at school, just a few minutes before the ring. Abarai was there, but Hisagi wasn't.

He arrived late.

The morning passed slowly and Hisagi had no interaction with him during classes, or break. During lunch hour, they all reunited on the rooftop and Abarai spent the whole hour talking about a big soccer match that it was going to happen during the weekend.

Izuru didn't listen to anything. All the sound around him was like static. He couldn't help but think about what Momo said.

Girlfriend…

Hisagi was napping lying on the floor, his bag working as a pillow. His sunglasses on, hiding his deep eyes from the sun, and his signature earphones on. Although, every lunch hour was the same, Izuru kept looking.

He was sure his feelings weren't the typical ones. This was not friendship. He didn't feel like this towards Abarai or his senpai from his previous school. He didn't have feelings for Madarame or Yumichika, or at least positive feelings. He kind of didn't like Yumichika, and that was a feeling.

This thing with Hisagi was different. Maybe admiration or maybe it was because Hisagi was so cool. His way of dressing, his rebellious look and attitude. Not caring for rules such as arriving late or smoking outside school.

And let's not forget that he was really nice to Izuru, showing him music and trying to befriend him.

No one else tried. Well, that was a lie. Matsumoto did. And Matsumoto was gorgeous girl.

There's no need to quantify things.

It was admiration. It had to be. So, Izuru had to stop thinking about it.

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Abarai took him to the shopping mall in the afternoon. Izuru wanted to purchase a music player similar to Hisagi's so he could listen to all of these new bands.

It was just the two of them and he was glad. Abarai helping him with the model, and after the purchase they went to the food court.

"You're gonna love it, these are the best smoothies." they sat and Abarai handed him a strawberry one, while he drank a vanilla one.

They spoke about classes, and video games, and then Abarai just ranted about Rukia.

"And it's not like she doesn't know why I do the things I do. I mean, we know each other since kids, she should know I'm not going to change because she wants me to." He continued talking, and Izuru just kept listening. "I swear, sometimes I wonder if she just wants me to turn up like her stupid-ass brother. Who in the fucking world, compares their boyfriend with their brother?"

"Uh… Yeah..." he honestly didn't know what to say. Honestly, it seemed like Rukia didn't like how Abarai was.

"I don't understand girls. You do something, they don't like, you don't do anything, they still don't like..."

Izuru kept sipping from his smoothie, it was indeed a good one. Girls weren't complicated. People in general were.

Liking someone should be about enjoying their presence, being happy with them, laughing with them, crying with them. Izuru's eyes turned to a couple in the next table, who were kissing like there was no tomorrow. Kissing them.

Izuru gulped. Did he wanted to kiss Hisagi?

He sighed afraid of his own question, and Abarai just stared at the couple next to them defeated.

"Honeymoon phase… the best part of the relationship, when there are no worries. Just wild, carefree hormones and pheromones taking their course..."

Izuru laughed.

"You sound like an old man, Abarai-kun."

"Kira, have you ever been in love?"

The question was straight forward, and so was suppose to be the answer.

"No."

"Then, don't call me an old man! Love makes you paranoid, and behave in ways you never thought you would."

"Do you love Kuchiki-san?" Izuru asked. He wanted to know about love.

There was silence for a couple of second and then Abarai smirked. "Of course, I do."

Izuru didn't say anything about the hesitation, and neither did Abarai. Something was seriously wrong with that relationship, and Izuru didn't want to be part of it.

He arrived home early. He did his homework, and loaded all the musics he wanted to his player.

Hisagi didn't say anything to him, and he didn't want to think about it.

He went to bed early, with the lights off. Using his earphones, he listened to music until late.

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Wednesday after school, he had once again counseling with Ukitake-sensei. This time, Ukitake decided to create with him a career plan, to focus on the future and the bright future ahead of him.

They didn't spoke about the death of his parents or the accident. Just school information. Ukitake gave him a task. To share one of his writing works until the end of their counseling meetings. That meant in 3 weeks.

He wasn't sure about this. He was a bit ashamed of his writing, but he wasn't able to say no to Ukitake.

He went home, and spent the whole afternoon working with his school assignments and listen to more music.

Izuru realized that he enjoyed metal music, and he truly asked himself how on this earth he never heard these before.

The next two days, passed by quickly, and Izuru started to think if he had done something wrong. Hisagi acted like he didn't exist.

This whole situation was making him unhappy. He isolated himself with his his player, and even when he spent time at the rooftop with the others, he was in on his own. Stealing glances from Hisagi and biting his lip in sorrow until they bled.

Hisagi sat up, waking from his lunch-time nap, and Izuru looked down at his phone. He was texting Momo about his situation.

Peaches: Go talk with her

Peaches: Maybe she's waiting for you to make a move

Of course, that Momo still thought it was a girl.

Kira, not killer: It's not that easy…

Peaches: It is, if you want it to be

Kira, not killer: And how do I do that?!

Peaches: Ask her out.

Peaches: Ask if she wants to hang out in the afternoon.

Izuru thought about it. Maybe he could do it. He looked at Hisagi, who was on his phone. Maybe he could send a text message.

Kira, not killer: Hey… I was wondering if you want to meet in the afternoon after school.

He re-read the text a few times the text before clicking send.

Oh god, he did it… where will they go? He didn't think about it. He look up to Hisagi who was on his phone scrolling up and down. Suddenly, he stopped and looked at him. They shared a glance, and then Hisagi started typing.

Izuru's phone vibrated but it was Momo. He ignored her texts, while he waited for Hisagi's reply. His heart beat madly and then the answer finally appeared.

Kazeshini: Hey. I'm sorry today I can't.

His heart sunk. He tried really hard so it didn't show in his face, but he was disappointed. It became harder to breathe.

He started typing back, but another reply came.

Kazeshini: I have to work at 4

Kira, not killer: It's OK.

Kira, not killer: I didn't know you worked.

Hisagi took some time to explain, but Izuru still waited patiently.

Kazeshini: I do, from time to time. I'm a freelance photographer. I do wedding shoots, birthdays, anniversaries, that sort of thing

Kazeshini: Today, it's a family reunion.

Despite of the disappointment, Izuru was still glad there was an actual reason why he denied.

Kira, not killer: Wow, really? That's a nice job.

Kazeshini: The best :)

Kazeshini: Tho, today it's a family of 89 people. A lot of photos.

Izuru smiled, and looked up again. Hisagi was staring at him.

Kira, not killer: Good work then!

Kazeshini: Let's meet tomorrow.

Kazeshini: If you can ofc

Be with Hisagi, on a Saturday? Of course he could!

Kira, not killer: Yes, I can.

Kazeshini: Great, let's meet after lunch.

Kazeshini: At your place?

Kira, not killer: Deal :)

He looked up again and Hisagi slightly smiled. Izuru smiled back.

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Izuru spent Saturday morning nervous, and awkwardly trying different clothing. He ended up dressing his blue Levi's and the only black shirt he owned, his Doom shirt. He hoped Hisagi wouldn't find him weird, for dressing with dark colors, but he didn't want to look out of place next to him.

He paced around the room, not sure what to do with himself. He had no idea where they would go and had no plans. Hisagi texted informing he arrived and Izuru looked at himself one last time on the mirror before leaving.

Rose was reading a book at the living room's sofa. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Izuru.

"Going out?"

"Uh… Yes, Hisagi-san is here, and I… I'll be back before dinner," Izuru said. He didn't consider asking Rose if he could go out.

His uncle smiled. "No problem, if you need me to pick you up just call. Have fun!"

Izuru smiled and put his all star converse on.

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Hisagi smelled good.

A strong but soft fragrance that for some reason made Izuru light-headed. His arms were around the brunet as they rode to another destination that only Hisagi knew.

The brunet looked as great as ever: Black sweat-shirt, knee-ripped black jeans, and Rockstar combat boots. And the smell…

Izuru closed his eyes. Was he really falling for him?

They went through the highway and then reached the coast. Izuru could see the beach. Hisagi brought him to the beach.

There were a few people there walking and visiting the beach. It was still hot, but no one in sight was wearing any bathing suites. People, couples, friends, they all had the same idea as Hisagi.

They parked the bike and walked towards the ocean.

"It's been a while since I visited the beach," Izuru spoke. Last time, he was on vacation with his parents, around 2 years ago and they went to a resort. He remembered his father took him fishing. Although he hated to fish, now he regretted no doing more often with his father.

"I come here all the time. Except the middle the summer, I don't like when it's full of people." Hisagi had his sunglasses on, Izuru wished he had as well, the sun was blinding.

They settled in the dunes between the bay and the dunes. Hisagi was considerate to bring a mantle where they could sit on, if only Izuru knew he would have brought as well.

"How was the photo shoot?" Izuru tried as much as to sound normal. He didn't want to let his unsure feelings take over him. Hisagi would be so disgusted, and probably run away.

"Tiring. A lot of kids, and drunk parents," Hisagi leaned back as he spoke. "It took 45 minutes for them to settle down to take a family portrait."

"It is a big family."

"Yeah, and the pay was good so I can't complain." Hisagi looked towards the ocean, and so did Izuru. A big family, that was something he wasn't used to.

"I don't know what it feels like to have a big family. When I was little, I wanted to have a brother or a sister. It was always just my parents and I. Now… it's just Rose and I." he wasn't sure what he wanted to say. Hisagi was silent listening. "It's not that I wasn't happy with my parents, because I was. I am." Izuru bit the inner side of his cheek, and then continued. "I just never expected that this would happen to me. I took them for granted."

Hisagi looked at him. Izuru couldn't see his eyes because of the sunglasses, but he looked back at him. Izuru held his knees tight against his chest.

"We always take people for granted. That's a human condition. We stop doing it when we lose someone."

Izuru's heart clenched. Hisagi's voice was low and dark.

"The only thing you can do is appreciate the ones around you, and spend as much time as possible with them."

Izuru smiled. "You're right."

He had Rose, he had Momo, Abarai, Ichimaru-senpai, Matsumoto and… Hisagi.

"Do you have any siblings, Hisagi-san?" he asked.

The brunet looked back at the ocean.

"No, just me and Kensei."

"Is he your father?" For a moment, Izuru regretted his question, when Hisagi tensed.

"You can say that. He took me in when I was younger. We're not blood relatives, but he is the closest person to a father," Hisagi said. "He's a great guy, but too much of a controller."

"Why does he control you?" Izuru never understood it. His parents never controlled him.

"I was a stupid brat, I did a lot of stupid shit."

Izuru didn't want to pry, but he wanted to know more. So he just blurted out, "Like tattooing your face?"

And Hisagi laughed. Genuinely laughed, and it melted Izuru's heart.

"Yeah, that was definitely one of them."

"Why the… you know… the 69?" Izuru blushed saying it. He cringed, as the sun hit his eyes.

"It's not what you think."

Hisagi sat straight and faced him. He took off his glasses and gently put them in Izuru's face, protecting the blue eyes from the evil sun.

"Like I told you I was a stupid kid, I did some nasty stuff. Kensei saved me from a rough life that could've put me in jail or kill me." Izuru was sure that he was beyond red. Hisagi just gave him his sunglasses, and he was talking so close…

"I was so grateful he took me in, that I wanted to show him that. So when I was 14, I made the same tattoo he has on his chest in my face."

Kensei had a 69 in his chest?

"As you can imagine he wasn't happy about it. I was grounded for almost a year."

Izuru smirked. "Wow, I was not expecting that." There was actually a noble reason behind it.

"No one does."

Hisagi looked at him. "Now, every time I get a piercing or some sort of body modification, he goes berserk."

"What piercings did you have?"

"Many places, lip, nose, eyebrow, ears."

The only ones Izuru could see where a couple in his left ear.

"He made me took them off, but I still have a hidden one."

"Where?"

Hisagi smirked. "It's hidden. Maybe one day I'll show you."

And Izuru didn't know what to say. He was glad he was wearing sunglasses, because his expression was probably insane. Where was that piercing?!

They spent the afternoon knowing each other better. Izuru found out that Hisagi liked to cook, wanted to be a photo journalist and that he had extreme cases of insomnia. That was why he was so sleepy during the day.

They walked on the beach, Izuru even adventured and wet his feet in the cold ocean. They had fun together and finished the day laying on the blanket listening the shuffled songs in Hisagi's player.

"I like this song." Izuru said with his eyes closed. He realized the heavier the beat the more he enjoyed. "I don't like the quiet ones, they make me sad."

"Me too. I don't like the sad ones."

Izuru wished the afternoon never ended.

Eventually, they had to leave. Izuru promised Rose, he was going to arrive in time for dinner and didn't want to disappoint his uncle.

Hisagi took him home, and Izuru invited him in.

"I can't. Kensei is waiting. Thanks, anyway."

They were quiet for a while, Izuru not sure what to say.

"Well, see ya," Hisagi said.

"Bye."

Hisagi put his helmet on and slowly rode off.

Izuru was so confused. He couldn't be in love, he couldn't. He wasn't gay. And Hisagi certainly wasn't as well. He was just a really cool friend.

He wasn't used to have male friends. In his past school, everyone was shallow and hollow and Hisagi was the exact opposite. He was himself, with an identity, with his own feelings and likes and dislikes.

Izuru wanted to be like him.

After having dinner with Rose he went to his room.

As he browsed in his computer for something to watch, his phone rang.

Kazeshini: I really liked the afternoon.

His breath was caught in his throat. His hand shook as he typed back.

Kira, not killer: Me too

Kazeshini: Let's do it again soon.

Kira, not killer: Yes

Yes! He wanted, he wanted again and again. Izuru laid down, smiling.

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Izuru gasped in the dark metro station. He could see Abarai far away, along with Madarame and others he couldn't recognize. The warm in his neck was sending electric waves to his shoulder and stomach. He moaned.

The tongue licked from his neck to his cheek, a hand traveled from the small of his back to his leg, pulling him closer.

He was afraid of being seen, but at the same time he couldn't care less. Not when the hand traveled to the front, to his inner thigh.

"Please," he asked.

Lips kissed his cheek and then his mouth and the moment he felt the tongue swirling his, at the same time, the hand moved to his groin.

"Like this?" Izuru whimpered and opened his eyes, Hisagi licked his own lips, and then kissed him again. Izuru hugged him pulling him closer, and the more he did, Hisagi added more pressure between his legs.

The metro was coming, but they ignored it. He just wanted more, more contacted, more…

Hisagi's hand slipped through his underwear and…

Izuru woke up startled. His breathing heavy as he sat. Below the sheets, his pants were wet.

"What the...?" he murmured, and then the shock came, as he remembered partially the dream.

Hisagi was kissing and touching him.

He had a wet of dream because of that…

And it hit him. The very thought he was working so much to deny. Izuru liked Hisagi. He liked him like a lover does, and he wanted to kiss him and more.

It was scary, so scary. What should he do?

He glanced at his phone and looked at the message he received earlier:

Kazeshini: I really liked the afternoon.

"Me too" he whispered.

Damn, he was definitely falling in love...

To be continued…