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-pounces- Omg! I was so excited to see the update! Damn Ichimaru and his hotness in this chapter. I'm a huge Ichimaru fan along with Hitsugaya...As anyone who has read my previous reviews should know. Good job hun. Was on the edge of my seat the whole time I was reading. -grins- I'm addicted to your story and you know it ><. Anyways...Drop me an email at phoenixheiress666@yahoo.com . We can exchange ideas if ya want. I'm actually finishing up an AU for Ichimaru and Hitsugaya that my friend helped me map out. Kind of interesting and slightly cross over since it will deal with the Naruto verse..Not what you think though. None of those series charries..Merely using the idea of the world and using the hardly ever remembered Snow Village for our boys. Will be fun and full of violence. Here's a clip..

Toushiro glared at his partner, Ichimaru ever grinning as he twirled his wakazashi, Shinsou, in his elegantly long fingers. The young rebel leader sighed in clear annoyance. Why he ever created Ichimaru was beyond him. He heard a giggle and growled as he snatched up the village plans he had recieced from his third in command, Kazuki. He sat near the cave entrance they were stationed at. The snow was blinding outside of the cave. He sighed and sat down to watch the snow. It was his element. Ever beautiful, yet a dangerous element. He was glad Ichimaru didn't follow him. He looked down at his own hands, the hands calloused from his own sword, Hyourinmaru. He had created Gin with these hands. Had molded life into the ancient glacier and poured the darkness within his own soul into it. The jutsu had been his own creation. Hitsugaya had slowly discovered over the years as he was growing up in the village that he had an inner darkness that was screaming at him. Begging for its own body. Its own life. And..That was when he had traveled into the ancient mountains surround Yukigakure no Sato..And he came back with Ichimaru Gin. His second in command. The only person who knew the true horrors within Hitsugaya's soul. Toushiro shook his head, pushing away the thoughts of his ice clone. But then cold hands covered his eyes and that ever distinctive giggle filled his eyes. "Ichimaru..I swear I'm going to toss you in a fire one of these days..." Toushiro muttered and swatted the hands away from his face.

That's all for the preview. I like making new twists on things. And yes..This story will be yaoi. Hope you enjoyed it.

oh that was so good! Please continue writing, I cant wait for your next chapter! 8D

If I could draw I would so draw that, but all I do is stick figures sorry. OMG!! That was so H-O-T it had me seriously drooling hehehe xD awesome work like always.

more please o____o that was so good X3

wow... Really good story, left me hunger for more! Impressive!

wow I wanna see more action! I hope you haven't abandoned this one. It is a great fic! I love it. You know, I had never read Gin/Toushiro before and I believe that thanks to this fic now I love the couple :D:D:D Anyway I hope for an update soon! Awesome story!

is dis d end??
wen are u gonna post d next chapter?
cant wait ^^

I feel so bad about letting this review take as long as it has, but just as before, exams take their toll. This time, it's my finals moving in on me. But, as every moment is a tangible one in this trying time, let's make the most of it, eh?

Encounter by encounter, Ichimaru is slowly worming his way into Toshiro's pants, deeper into his mind...it's coming to a head, I'd say, and the double entendre there isn't lost to me. I only wonder how many more trials our beloved captain must endure before the end result. And what of the other Espada? Certain;y Nnoitra isn't the greatest of Hitsugaya's worries...?

As time counts down until, at long last, the serpent will have ensnared its victim in its hold. Beware the basilisk, as it were, and never look it in the eyes - only deceit is to be found there. To peer into those depths is also to invite its strength, an overpowering presence, one to strip away the will, cast the soul aside, and leave only the body behind.

But this snake also knows when to stay its own hand, slither back, and merely grant a glimpse of its cunning. Drawing its prey closer, pushing them away, securing their trust, diminishing their resistance...the clock counts down until, at last, playtime ends...and dinner begins.

Yea, I understand what you mean and I do agree. I can't believe it atlas the kiss I've been waiting for... Your story is getting so good.

Monica