Pure white (Yaoi)

Chapter 6

Stuck

"But I don't care for myself

I don't care myself

I don't care"

-Blue American, Placebo

Third's person P.O.V.:

Silence. The carrot top frowns and looks around, confusion written all over his face. Tom Colden fell in a pensive mode, not too long ago, that would put the famous statue to shame. Shirosaki, the pale hybrid, is clearly irritated.

"What do you mean?" Ichigo enquires seeing as no one explains nothing.

Colden sighs and runs a hand through his blond hair. "My car is stuck. The snow level is tremendously high and it keeps rising."

Ichigo's face hardens. "That can't be good."

Shirosaki scoffs. "I say we kill him and use his body as a sledge to town," he proposes, arms crossed and grin in place.

The stranded driver throws him a nasty look. "I think you'd make a better sledge."

"Oh really?" The cat hybrid, now clearly upset, makes a step forward.

Tom sits up and steps closer as well. "Really."

The orangette, being caught between the two angered bull-like men, decides to stop them. "Stop it, you two! No one kills anyone. And definitely, no sledges!" His voice echoes through the room, firm and cold. "What are you, twelve?! Jee." They exchange glances or more like they exchange glares before they drop it and step away from each other.

"Whatevs," Shirosaki says and plops himself on the nearest couch.

Tom remains planted on his spot.

"Look, we have enough food for two weeks. Surely we won't be stuck that long," Ichigo says. "So how about breakfast?"

As if summoned, Shirosaki's stomach begins to growl and his usually pale cheeks turn a few shades of pink. Ichigo throws him an amused stare before sitting up.

"What? I haven't eaten since yesterday!" He protests, clearly embarrassed.

Ichigo chuckles. "I didn't say anything." There's mischief in his voice, which only causes Shiro to grumble under his breath.

"Ya were thinkin' it," he hisses but follows the teenager to the kitchen.

"You can't possibly know that," Ichigo challenges.

At this, Shirosaki raises an eyebrow. "Oh, I do, I do. Believe me, I do. Ya have a lotta creepy, unsavory thoughts in that pretty head of yours."

Ichigo rolls his eyes as he starts looking around for food. "Dude, have you been watching Lord of the Rings last night?"

"Yeah, why?"

Ichigo puffs and pours warm milk in a bowl. "You got very creepy, very fast," he teases.

"Bite me." Shiro wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as his pale fimgers reach impatiently for the bowl.

There's silence for a while as the two of them eat. The snow is falling ever so slowly, quietly as always. Both boys are lost in their thoughts.

Until Shiro scoffs all of sudden. "So, what exactly do ya plan to do with him?" He points with his thumb to the living room.

Ichigo shrugs. "Well I can't kick him out. Why do you hate me so much anyway?" The orangette enquires.

Shirosaki's features tense. He ponders for a while whether he should answer or not, but he gives in.

"I know him. Sorta," he starts, speaking carefully.