MasksThe tangerine haired youth lies in his bed with his arms folded behind his head. His brown eyes glare up at the ceiling with his lips tightening into a thin line. Even with the sheets pulled up to his mid torso he only feels cold, lonely even, without a certain man around. Days have passed since he yelled at this man, this man which is supposed to be the love of his life. It wasn't a petty fight over the dishes not getting done or forgetting to pay this or that bill...no, it began with something much worse.Yet as he stares up at the patterns in the white paint on the ceiling he can feel only pride of what he said and no regrets. He meant every word and he still does, refusing to back down on an issue he so strongly believes in.~_~_~"Dammit Byakuya, why didn't you say something?!""It's the rule, I don't question it.""But that ass almost got you fired! You should've stood up for yourself!" The young man drags a hand up through his orange spikes, brown eyes bl
ByakuyaXIchigo-MasqueradeMay I have this Dance?________________________________________"This is so stupid..." Ichigo Kurosaki grumbled to himself as he tugged at the sleeves of his overcoat in irritation; he should have never allowed her to watch that damn movie!It had been a normal Saturday afternoon for him, he was catching up on some homework while Rukia surfed through the channels on his TV; she had then found a kids movie called 'The Haunted Mansion' which luckily enough had only just started.Ichigo remembered it being in English so he had only caught bits of the movie here and there, Rukia hadn't even understood any of it but when he looked over to see
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