Dark Side of the Moon

Fuck You: Part 4/6
The young albino stared at the orange haired boy without blinking. When the boy raised his head a little and saw him staring, Shirosaki blushed and turned away with a loud huff. Later he watched the orange haired boy on the playground when no one was looking. When Ichigo was alone and playing on one of the swings he went up and sat next to him.
“Hi.” Shirosaki said shyly..
“Hi.”
Shirosaki blushed slightly and watched the boy a little while longer before speaking again. “You’re pretty.”
The orange haired boy turned scarlet immediately. “I’m not pretty! Boy’s can’t be pretty!”
Shirosaki was slightly taken aback, and now a little pissed. “Shut up, yes you are!”
Little Ichigo glared at him, “Am not!” A second later they were rolling on the ground and pulling at each other’s hair while the recess duty ran to separate them. Ever since then the two have never stopped fighting.
Shirosaki woke from the dream/memory feeling empty. Ichigo always had a way of making him feel things. Hate, envy, jealousy, lust…sorrow. His stomach turned as he remember Ichigo’s blatant rejection of him, yesterday and way back when Shirosaki had first laid eyes on the beautiful orange-haired boy. Looking back at that memory, Shirosaki could understand why Ichigo go the wrong impression. But it didn’t stop the ache. Funny, he hadn’t really thought back to that event in a long while. Spending time with pretty Ichi was really getting to him.
And fuck if he didn’t want to spend more time with him.
He only had to get Ichigo to agree with Shirosaki on the issue. But he was stubborn. So very stubborn. Shirosaki admired that part of him, at least a little, but now it would probably only serve to get in Shirosaki’s way. Shirosaki grumbled and looked at the clock. It was 3 am; Ichigo would definitely be asleep now. Shirosaki smirked a little in his thoughts and stood up, yanking his clothes on.
He knew where Ichigo lived, so he just walked over. He climbed up the tree and easily jumped to Ichigo’s window. There was Ichigo sleeping, looking so very innocent with his sleep-relaxed face and arm thrown across his pillow. He yanked at the window a little and was very pleased to see that it wasn’t locked. Sliding it up, he dropped onto the bed and winced as Ichigo groaned and turned over. When he didn’t wake up, Shirosaki sighed in relief.
He stepped off the bed and glanced around the room. It was just a normal teenager’s room with the exception that there was a very ratty old stuffed lion sitting on Ichigo’s desk. Shirosaki raised an eyebrow at it, but shrugged and turned back to Ichigo. So beautiful. Shirosaki stared down at him wistfully and brushed a piece of hair back from his face.
He blinked and stared down at the sleeping Ichigo. Why was he here? He was getting a bit obsessive over Ichigo. He always had been, it was just that now his obsession had changed in direction. But he wanted Ichigo so badly. Ichigo stirred in his sleep and Shirosaki decided it was probably time for him to go. He would swing by tomorrow when Ichigo was awake and see if he could convince Ichigo to hang out with him.
He bent down and brushed his lips against Ichigo’s chastely, then slipped back out the window and shut it. The walk home was fast, the twisting anxiety in him released. He hadn’t been caught and he had gotten to kiss Ichigo. Everything was okay now, for at least a little while. Until tomorrow. Shirosaki still hadn’t figured out how the hell he was going to get Ichigo to like him back.
Ichigo woke up early in the morning. He stared at the clock and groaned, turning over and clutching the pillow to his face. It was Sunday, no way in hell was he going to get up this early. He rubbed at his lips a little, they felt tingly for some reason. He shrugged it off and snuggled back into the pillow. He was oddly comfortable in his bed this morning, he didn’t want to get up.
He drifted in and out of sleep until he couldn’t stay in bed any longer. He huffed in aggravation and got out of bed reluctantly. He would finish the poster as soon as he could today so he wouldn’t have to worry about it for the rest of the day. Hopefully Shirosaki would actually do the outline; Ichigo was still kind of out of sorts about Shirosaki kissing him. Who does that? Really? It was probably just another way to irritate Ichigo that Shirosaki thought up.
Ichigo glanced at his bed with regret. He really just wanted to snuggle back in it for more sleep, but that wasn’t going to happen. Instead he went downstairs for breakfast, automatically kicking his father in his face before he could tackle Ichigo. Yuzu greeted him cheerfully with waffled with strawberry and whip cream. Delicious.
Just as Ichigo was finishing up, the doorbell rang. Yuzu got up to answer it and Ichigo rinsed his dishes off in the sink.
“Ichigo! One of your friends is here.”
Ichigo frowned and walked to the door. He could hear Yuzu’s sweet tone and a drawling voice that Ichigo found way too familiar.
Ah.
It was Shirosaki. Of course it was.
“Shirosaki.”
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He he, who liked the little strawberry and whip cream symbolism? That sounds good.