Saturday Classes....Dark Hidden Truths

He walked along beside the other with really nothing else better to do today. Normally a day like today he would have just crashed on the couch and caught up on some sleep. No classes no 'Work' nothing no homework. It was a Saturday normally a Lazy day but his 'Big' his partner his lover had classes all day today and so he had after much convincing which took about five minutes of conversation to get him to agree and that was asking, stating that he knew he had the day and would really like it he went along and saw what it was like for him and he had being the big softy he was even if he liked to pretend he wasn't agreed to it. So here he was.

He walked across the College campus across foreign territory having never been this far inside the college gates. It was true he was now living in the dorms inside the gates with his big and the such but he left the gates to go to highschool still and today was a 'mentoring' day. A day when a Big could take his Little to classes with him and show him college life. He walked across the more highly decorated path with him towards the large white marble building that held his roommates first class of the morning it was going on 8:15 and the class started at 8:45 that meant they had time to get there but the lovely fox next to him didn't like to be late. He himself was wearing a simple mesh tank top with tears through it a leather bracer wrapped around his upper bicep with leather straps criss-crossing down to his elbow with an elbow gaurd there. Quarter gloves in black which left his thumb index and pinkie fingers exposed on both hands. Black jeans the left leg looked like it had been all but shredded off the right leg of the jeans was hugging his frame. Black combat boots laced and buckled around his shins steal toed with steal plating in the back. His ears were pierced a golden hoop in his left ear. A long silver dual chain in his right ear connected at lobe and in the cartilage half way up. Dangling down from the posts there were two black shimmering diamonds and sapphires.

Around his wrists and ankles are what looks like thick black 'X's wrapping all the way around with a thin line about half an inch away following along the edge of the 'X'.the ones at his ankles were hidden at the moment by his boots. Over the backs of his hands going up to each knuckle are black markings narrow at his wrist and covering the knuckle joint these were just hinted at peeking out from where the gloves cut out on his hands. He wore a black bandanna the long strips of leather falling behind his head as his messy strawberry blonde hair fell down just brushing his shoulders. His golden brown eyes took in the sight of the building before glancing back at the one at his side seeing something about the college students that caught his attention....this place was amazing something like walking through another world the building and trees and flowers it was breathtaking but....the students all looked down there noses not at him....but at the one beside him as if the one beside him was....not even worth supposed to be here....just what was going on?

He shifted his satchel on his shoulder some notebooks and pens a tablet fully charged things to take any notes about things he would need to know for the mentoring check to confirm that he really did go attend and pay attention so as to not get his roommate in trouble but this...."What's the first class today again?" he asked him. Come to think of it among his notebooks he even had a few sketch books and art pencils and the such as well....it made him a touch curious as he had never really tried to do anything artistic....he was never even given the chance to learn it....even his father his biological one...it had been always fighting....from the day he was born. That was just the story of Ichigo Ansho So's life....always fighting....born swinging and he'd probably go out swinging....

Ingo walked along, hands in the pockets of his tight red jeans. A tight black and red band t shirt that had the sleeves cut out of it clung to his frame, and his heavy black combat boots echoed along side the thud of Ichigo's. Even though his face was tattooed, he didn't care to show how much care he took of his skin. Spiked black hair that revealed the piercings in his ears, and a very well maintained body.

He knew he was getting those cold, hateful looks, but he just smiled at them and waved at some who were in other classes of his, as if nothing was wrong. He turned to look at Ichigo when he asked him a question, and then paused. What class..."Oh...we're going to English first...and then after an hour break, is art..." he explained lowly.

Ichigo looked at him as he waved as if nothing was wrong to the students who cast him such hateful scathing looks as if they could wish him the worst of the worst with just a gaze. Cast him out. Those looks were as bad as those he got from the kids who believed he had killed his own family. Outted among his peers not welcomed at all and yet Ingo walked among them waving and acting as if those hateful looks were not hateful at all.

Ichigo said nothing about it at the moment not sure if he was truly reading situation right. He walked with Ingo looking at his roommate his lover a moment or two before looking ahead again. "Okay." he said since this was much different then he was used to English first then after an Hour break Art class and during this time he would be sitting in at each class learning what it was like to be in them. To be in the college class's. By all rights he was allowed to or rather supposed to do this as much as he could to get a jump on it when he started college the next year....

Honestly he missed a lot of school now as it was because he was an active Reaper...so he had no idea at all where his grades were at the moment, only that 'A' he wasn't being kicked out of school for failing and 'B' Mujo wasn't showing up ready to kick his ass for bad grades....so he had to be maintaining at least a good average unaware that there was no buts in the seats requirement only turning in the class work correctly which he could do on his own at least for high school......

College was going to be a bit more tricky and he didn't know if Mujo felt he should be going to college he hadn't talked with his dad about that yet.....and there was something about that....that he was told he needed to talk to Mujo about some day but right now? Right now he was more worried and concerned about Ingo. Those looks weren't good...and he was worried...very worried about the way they treated Ingo and wither or not his partner buried a lot of pain and hide it away without letting him know how much he was hurting all the time.

He walked close to Ichigo, who he knew would probably be getting a little dose of what he had been going through for the last year, but he would get the brunt of it, since their aggression was aimed at him anyway. However, his thoughts were interrupted when a slightly taller male bumped into him intentionally, and tisked, telling him coldly to "Watch where you're going...aho..." Ingo just straightened himself out and apologized lowly, telling them, "Sorry...I'll try to be more careful..."

And when they arrived to the classroom, he walked to his seat, which was in the back of the classroom and completely isolated from everyone else. His seat sat two rows away from everyone else. Without a word, he put his bag on the table and sat down in his chair and just turned his crimson gaze towards the window as he always did.

Ichigo fought the urge to tell that fool of a student to watch himself but Ingo had been demur and then walked even more quietly into the building and he followed seeing him walk to the back of the classroom sitting down there and facing out the window. Ichigo himself walked in sat down beside him set down his bag and looked at Ingo concerned for him even more now.

It was as if something made Ingo willingly be there kicking bag. He just took the abuse for some reason and he wasn't sure why. Ichgio looked at him watching him as he looked out the window concerned greatly about him even as other College students began filing into the room he looked over seeing even more looks of disgust directed in there direction but more towards Ingo then Ichigo himself as if they wanted Ingo to crawl in a hole and disappear and if Ichigo didn't know better he was sure Ingo would if he could comply with there wishes and do just that. Quiet frankly before he even got to class and it got started it was already beginning to piss him off...they called him a 'dirty blood' in school....he got into fights with his own class mates and those of others schools. He had no issues with defending Ingo here either. This was so wrong...what could he have done to deserve this? To this degree nothing. If Ichigo had learned anything people just needed a rumor no matter how wrong it was to hate someone for absolutely nothing.

"Ingo?" He asked since he had more or less seemed distracted all morning today....then again if he stopped to think about it....Ingo always seemed out of sorts when it came to going to school...he always seemed to withdraw as he approached the door but Ichi had seen it fully today. AS he walked with him Ingo had gone from starting to seem to withdraw to withdrawing to down right seeming to disappear even while he was standing there walking beside him everything. As if Ingo was no longer there at all but a hollow shell of a man. It was pissing Ichi off and he was beginning to feel more and more like his father and feeling like Stirring shit up....showing them he was a So. And no one...absolutely no one treated someone that was with him wrong, insulted them or anything. Let one of them open there damn mouths....they'd regret it.

Right now....Ichi was seeing the sort of treatment that Zuma got because he was different the sort of treatment that pissed off Mujo so badly. As if was....this darkness this hate and dislike was a tangible evil that he could almost taste it on the air. Ever since his Uncle taught him how to feed on the darkness taught him how to truly eat....taught him what he was....he pretty much knew what he needed to know and knew his father wasn't ready to hear it yet his memories were still pretty much gone. Just knowing Ichi loved him as his father regardless was enough. But Ingo? Ingo was his and he'd wipe the floor with all there judgmental asses if he had to.

He hd been staring off in the distance, not really listening to anything until he heard Ichigo's voice an he turned to look at him. He was frozen though. Those eyes that were staring back at him with so much worry...and without even thinking about it, he sighed and closed his eyes. "Sorry...I should have been listening to you..what was it Ichigo?" he asked as he opened his eyes to look down at Ichigo.

He turned his gaze to look at the others. When he turned to look at them, they all turned their backs on him and he just smiled at their backs. He wasn't going to make them treat him any differently, he pretty much deserved this. "Is something wrong? Do you need to go somewhere?" he asked Ichigo as he turned his gaze back to look at Ichigo again.

Ichigo looked at him as he seemed almost like he was a servant....almost like he was...where the heck had HIS Ingo gone? The guy who had as much spirit as Ichigo himself had. Who spoke his mind and didn't allow anyone to kick them down. Ichigo's answer was to stand up grab his chair and move it so that it was closer to Ingo set it down backwards sit down on it rest his arm on the back of the chair and catch his boyfriend's chin in his fingertips before speaking lowly but calmly.

"Yeah....what's with the sudden demure Ingo? And with everyone on this side of the damn gate seeming to think it's okay to look at you that way?" He said lowly as he looked at the lovely fox before him. "What's with all of this shit. I knew something was off every damn morning you left you seem to shut down when you leave but today I watched the whole damn process...." He was speaking low not loud asking the question lowly. "If you don't wanna talk about it now fine...but you can bet your ass I'll be asking again after class is over...I want to know why you act like you deserve to be crushed by them like this. Why you believe you deserve to be bullied by the whole damn student body and smile and take it." Ichigo said as he looked at him not at all thrilled about this...in fact he was pissed.

"On Second thought if you don't want to answer it here...I'm more then willing to take you somewhere else to answer it." He said firmly as he looked at him after all he was a So.....he had there temperament as well it seemed. But Ichigo never rose his voice keeping it low as he felt it was up to Ingo to talk to him not those jackass's in the front of the room to answer him.

Ingo just stared at Ichigo for a long while in silence. What could he say? He had to tell Ichigo the truth, he deserved to know...who he was dealing with. He sighed and stood up, not making a sound as he took his bag and put it back on his shoulder and just began to walk silently towards the door.

When he had reached the hall, an empty lounge where no one ever came, he sat his bag down on an empty chair and turned to look at Ichigo before he began lowly, "They do have a right...remember when I told Ijime about the last time he talked bad about me?" The question seemed simple enough, but the reason behind it...was much more complicated.

Ichigo had gotten up with his bag and followed behind Ingo. He walked down the hall and into the lounge, once there he closed the door because they were the only one's there. Leaning against the door he waited a moment then rose an eyebrow at the question but he did. "Yeah I remember. He was mouthing off the day we met, You asked him and he fell silent." Ichigo said looking at him, he already knew there was more to that story every time someone said something like that there always was.

But he waited for Ingo to fill in the blanks. To tell him why he was taking the hate the beatings and smiling as if it was alright. AS if it was all okay to treat him that way. "How does that give them the right to treat you like trash and you smile and take it?" Ichigo said looking at him.

He sighed and moved to sit in another empty chair and looked up at Ichigo. "It wasn't him I dealt with then...but his older brother. Ijime had been bad mouthing me, talking shit for weeks...but when I went to confront him, his older brother was the one who came to his rescue..." he began lowly as he let his gaze move from Ichigo to the vending machines. "The fight wasn't that big of a deal, at least, it shouldn't have been...but I didn't know that Ijime's older brother had a knife...and when he figured out that he was going to lose, he stabbed me in the side...that was when everything went wrong..." he explained and looked back at Ichigo.

"Because of my father, I'm very easy to set off...and once that happens...I'll never stop... he said and closed his eyes. "I didn't know that Ijime was watching or I would have never fought his brother...but when it was all done and said, I had killed the older brother and was being stared at by the some of the guys I knew from school...the rumors spread pretty quickly, but I deserve a lot of their hostility..."

Ichigo looked at him listened to him to him as he spoke about what happened. About the fight about how it was going fine until the older brother pulled a knife. How he snapped after being stabbed in the side and how the kids had been watching and there hostility towards him....was deserved because of that?!? "That's bullshit." He said as he stood up off of the wall and walked forwards he crossed the room shortly and was before Ingo in a mere matter of moments. He moved grabbing his chin and tipping his head so that he was looking up at Ichigo golden brown eyes meeting crimson as he narrowed his and repeated himself. "That's total bullshit!" he said.

"You don't deserve it. So what Ijime walks around with the sympathy of the college kids because his brother pulled a knife on you stabbed you in the side and you snapped? He tried to kill you instinct kicked in and you fought back with everything you had to survive. You don't deserve that Ingo." Ichigo said knowing he didn't. It didn't feel right to him just hearing Ingo say it. "That's a load of fucking bullshit and I don't care I'll shove it up all there damn ass's." He let go of Ingo's chin and shook his head.

"What you did comes natural in a situation like that. You came barehanded to what you believed was a fist fight. You expected to exchange blows fight and walk away with killing him or you being killed. Everything changed when his elder brother instead pulled a knife and stabbed you threatening your life because he'd pulled a bladed weapon and injured you with it, plunged it deep in your side. At that point you did what you needed to do to survive against an armed opponent who was attempting to kill you himself. He plunged his knife in your side if you where human that's ripping open internal organs that contains different acids from the stomach to pancreas which is fatal. Ingo you're half Vampire half Kitsune so your system is different then his was which is a saving grace but he'd already established the threat that he was attacking to kill. At that point the fight changed and it became a battle for life and death with him your life against his." Ichigo shook his head.

"From what your telling me you don't deserve that at all. They're all wrong because there judging you when any of them would do the same thing to survive if they had to. It's easy to judge when looking in form the outside. Easy when they have no idea at all what it's like to be there."

Ingo sighed though. He didn't expect Ichigo to understand...at least not completely. "It wasn't because I couldn't let him live...I had that chance...I didn't kill him with anything- no weapons, no claws, no fangs...nothing...just my bare hands..." he said lowly as he looked sadly at Ichigo. "I wasn't worried about being killed, I knew I wouldn't die...but what I meant by 'because of my father'...was that I wasn't permitted to let anyone walk away from a fight with me...not even if they begged for their lives...which Ijime's brother did...and even though I didn't want to...I had no choice..." he explained and pushed Ichigo's hand out of the way.

"I knew what I was doing, knew that I was killing a human...and yet I couldn't say anything. My father...well...let's just say he's much worse than Mujo or Zero ever thought about being...I've got some issues to deal with when it comes to my father and his side of my bloodline...but I don't mind their looks or the way they treat me, it's not really their fault...they're all afraid of me now...now that they know what I'll do...how I'll act if something like that ever happens again..."

"Baka...." He breathed shaking his head. "You damn well know what I am and what I can see when I look at someone and what I don't see is an evil sinful creature." Ichigo said as he looked at Ingo. "And you don't deserve it. They don't understand a damn thing about you. I said it was fucking instinct that you did what you did to survive and I didn't mean against a damn human." He said looking at him. "I'm not stupid Ingo. Wither your father is Kitsune or Vampire if he's into the old laws and rule of his blood is supreme and his son dare not be weak you dare not loose to anyone or have your ass kicked and beat nearly to death by him. Your gonna do what you need to do to survive wither or not they understand that the more some stupid human ups the anti."

Ichigo sighed as he stepped back shaking his head. He shoved his hand in his pocket closing his eyes. "Fucking bull shit, you don't mind there looks...well I do. You don't deserve it. They don't understand at all and they won't try to. Even if you were to try to explain it to them they'd just be even more judgmental jackass's. No Ingo you don't deserve this treatment. You don't deserve one moment of what there doing to you." He said as he looked at him regarding him quietly a moment. "But your not going to change your mind no matter what I say are you? Your going to continue to let them beat you down with there looks and everything else.....dam it." Ichigo shook his head and glared at the door. "Makes me wanna kick all there damn asses cause they don't know a damn thing about you nor do they even try. They'd rather hold onto rumors then try to understand anything.....all of em...Those Aho's don't deserve to look your way...."

Ingo just sighed and brought his leg up to rest his arm on his knee. "Fighting them only makes it worse. I learned that a long time ago. Trying to tell them, to show them that I'm different than they think- it's all pointless. Even if you can change a few minds, it'll never change all of them..." he told Ichigo lowly. "It's not that I think I deserve everything really, it's more like I know why they're afraid...." he said and looked at Ichigo.

"It's always been like this since I can remember. I tried to change their minds once, but instead of it helping, they came back the next day and kicked my ass two times harder...so I eventually gave up on changing things and have just accepted it. I never had friends in school, never joined any clubs or anything...it was safer to just go home and live my life and let them live theirs. Crow is the only one who ever stuck around...and he didn't come in until Junior year in high school..." he explained, but smiled all the same. He had lived a pretty lonely life, but crow had made it much better.

"As far as looking at me...well, most of them aren't really looking at me, but through me. To them, I don't really matter and that's fine...the only ones who look at me with admiration...well...they're the high school students in your generation or younger...they don't know me, but they don't care how dangerous I might be...they like me because I'm cool or whatver...so I might make friends with the new freshman when they come in...maybe people'll get it then that the way they act doesn't bother me..."

Ichigo looked at him and sighed walking up and grabbed a chair and turned it setting it down before Ingo as he himself sat down and met his gaze. "I get that your just basically ignoring them because there opinions mean jack shit to you." He said as he looked at Ingo. "But that doesn't mean I have to like the way they look at you or treat you." he said as he crossed his arms and rested them on the back of the chair looking at Ingo.

"And It doesn't mean that I have to accept that you don't have any other choice but to take there shit day in and day out. So I'll put it this way. Those damn fools can look as cross as they want and even look up there own ass's but I won't be so understanding if one of those damn fools hurts you in any way." He said looking at Ingo as he got up moved the chair and then caught his face in both of his hands looking into those crimson eyes. "I tried to warn you against getting involved with me and you were stubborn enough to ignore that. So tough shit someone hurts you, hurts the one that is mine to love and protect....and there asses are mine..." He leaned in and kissed Ingo before breaking it and leaning his forehead against his and sighing.

"I'm a So...and we don't like it when someone anyone mess's with our lover-partner. If you didn't want me caring about you this much you shouldn't have picked me out of the entire senior class... but...it's too late now Ingo because I do care about you, I fell in love with this fox before me." he said playfully but truthfully he did...he had fallen in love with him. Well him and Crow. He loved them both and Ingo seemed completely happy with that. Ichigo's backside however had taken a beating until he got used to them both that was for sure. Now though things where much better. Although how he ended up with two 'lovers' he wasn't sure but this one...Ichigo was quickly finding out was a handful but....he wouldn't have it any other way.