ＤＯＮＴ ＬＥＴ ＧＯ (Byakuya Kuchiki/Ichigo Kurosaki)

ＤＯＮＴ ＬＥＴ ＧＯ (Byakuya Kuchiki/Ichigo Kurosaki)- 5

High School it seems is a flurry of social networking  and academics. His first day three girls confess love for him then his math teacher fell out of his seat. Just because he could draw a perfect circle without a protractor. The rest of the day was boring and far below his intelligence level. When he walked into P.E. His world came to a screeching halt, P.E. is a swimming class. The teacher shows him around the locker room and tells him he can just watch for today.

Stepping outside he walks carefully around the large puddles of water as the warm sun falls on his face. Lifting his head he breathes in deep and opens his eyes to see Ichigo Kurosaki standing on the high dive platform with his arms in front of him. His bright orange hair sticking out is unmistakable. Byakuya watches him closely as he rolls forward on the tips of his toes then lifts off the platform with ease. Tucking his body in he flips around then out just before punching through the surface of the water. Byakuya caught himself holding his breath until Ichigo's head surfaces near the pool ladder. Ichigo notices Byakuya standing near and waves to him as he exits the pool. Water pouring off him in clear ribbons slides down his toned arms and cut chest. The dark haired noble averts his eyes quickly trying to stifle the growing interest inside his mind.

"Yo, Byakuya! How's high school treating you?"

"The female population is easily emotional and the teachers are inferior to me."

"Ah, yeah..well." Ichigo scratches at his hair pondering a reply. "Girls go for your type, and I guess teachers would find you intimidating."

"What is this type?" He asks watching a bird fly across the pool to land on a nearby tree.

"Well, you know. I'm sure in Soul Society girls were all over you. Drooling on their zanpaktou." He laughs expecting a funny response or a complaint from the dark haired shinigami.

"Not really so explain this type that attracts others."

"The tall, dark and handsome type. Plus you have that long soft looking hair that never is out of place." He points at his hair even without his Kenseiken it was still perfectly combed and laying across his face neatly. "Girls like that, in fact I overheard some of them saying you had a nice butt."

In Byakuya's mind the picture of Ichigo laying on his bed last night flashes in his mind.

"What's wrong Byakuya, you don't look happy to hear it." Ichigo looks at Byakuya shifting nervously from foot to foot.

"Recently I've been thinking-" Byakuya hears the bell ring and the people fly out of the pool to the locker room. "Becoming human has turned me into a moron!" He snaps and stomps away.

He was quietly reflecting on the day's events, sitting on Ichigo's bed waiting for an orange head to glide through the window and order him off his bed. Ichigo had been gone since school let out and Byakuya was getting slightly concerned. Shaking his head quickly over the pointlessness for his thoughts, he opens a book and begins to read about diving. Reclining on the blue  comforter with an odd white cross on it, a warm earthy smell settles over him.

"Ichigo." He leans over and smells the pillow shutting his eyes. "It's a strong but fiery fragrance, mixed with sunshine... Fits him." Grinding his teeth he sits up and stares out the window his blue eyes searching for a shadow running across the rooftops. "I'm losing my mind here."

Later, Ichigo jumps into his bedroom to find Byakuya asleep on his bed with a book draped over his chest. Lifting the book he notices the title: "Swimming and diving for dummies." Chuckling, he puts the book on his desk, he yanks out the extra futon and quietly makes it up. He grabs the blankets and pulls one over Byakuya.

"Ichigo." He hears him whisper making him take a step back in surprise. His brown eyes follow the jawline of Byakuya's smooth perfect face. The substitute shinigami was at his wits end trying to figure out why he could sense a softness from the man who once vowed to kill his own sister. Maybe he is just imagining it he thought just before hearing his name drift from those soft slightly parted lips. "Ichigo."

"I think I'm losing my mind." Ichigo whispers laying down on the futon to sleep off a growing tightness he feels in his chest.