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Craving Strawberry Surprise	By : roguebitch Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam woke when his ears popped as they descended into Tokyo/Narita. He felt like a knotted Twizzler and his mouth was horribly dry.
A flight attendant offered him a heated towel, which Sam gratefully accepted, wiping his face down in an attempt to be more alert. In between filling in blanks on the customs card, he stared out at the density of Tokyo at dawn. The profusion of skyscrapers and apartment buildings were packed tightly together like sushi in a bento box, a vivid reminder to Sam that he was going to be in one of the most densely populated areas on the planet.
Somewhere in the suburbs to the west lay Karakura Town. And Ichigo.
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Since he was in first class, Sam was one of the first off the plane. He had only his carry-on to take with him, so he reached customs well ahead of the other passengers. He heard the chatter of the crowds as a distant roar, surging and abstract. He passed through customs and changed his money, then headed outside to find a train.
The humid air slapped Sam out of his daze like a giant steaming blanket. He gasped for breath and left sweaty streaks on his phone as he pulled up a map to the train station. He called Dean.
“Hey, I’m in Tokyo.” Sam heard people, an old country tune, and bottles clinking. “Are you in a bar?”
“Figure I deserve a cold one after a long day’s work.”
Sam snorted in derision.
“What’ve you been doing all day that was so hard?”
“Oh, I slept in, detailed the car, stuff like that. What’s it like where you are?”
“Like Savannah,” Sam replied.
“Gross. What’s next?”
“Get on a train, get there.”
Dean grunted, “Watch your back,” and disconnected the call almost simultaneously as Sam reached the train station.
It was only when Sam wedged himself into the train compartment that he realized how much taller he was than, well, everybody. Sam clung to one of the straps, marveling at how none of the passengers came up past his collarbone. They watched him from the corners of their eyes, not wanting to appear impolite. Except for a trio of high school girls, who openly stared at him, glanced away, and giggled.
Sam smiled at the girls, giving them the full dimple treatment just to see what would happen, and they giggled even harder behind their hands, blushing happily. Sam was not reassured. Just because Japanese schoolgirls thought he was cute and unthreatening meant nothing in terms of his reception when he got to Ichigo’s. That was what he was really worried about
Sam felt claustrophobic and stifled with all the people crowded around him. He was relieved when his stop was called and he could get out, but it was no better on the platform, the stairs, or the street.
Sam let the human tide wash him along, consulting his phone for directions to the hotel that he’d booked along with his plane tickets, just in case. It was across the street from the subway exit, and Sam committed its location to memory in the event that Ichigo bounced him out on his ass.
There was a taxi stand close to the subway, so at least Sam wouldn’t have to deal with the crowds and heat trying to find Kurosaki Clinic. The car was blessedly cool, although Sam had to hunch himself up to fit inside. The cabbie turned and rattled off something that Sam took to mean “Where to?”
“Kurosaki Clinic?”
The taxi squealed out, like taxis everywhere, and Sam held tight to the seat in front of him. After some high-speed turns and stops, the cab pulled up in front of a rectangular two-story building. A sign over a set of frosted glass doors probably announced it as the clinic, while curtains in the upstairs windows indicated that it was also where the Kurosakis lived.
“Kurosaki Clinic!” announced the driver. Sam glanced at the meter, paid him, and unfolded himself from the cab. He stood in front of the double doors, indecisive, nervously shifting his bag from hand to hand. Did he knock or just go right in? How did they do it in a hybrid dwelling like this? His heart raced and his stomach roiled.
Sam finally pushed through the frosted glass doors. If he was wrong, he was wrong, and he would find out soon enough.
He looked around what seemed to be a waiting room, but there wasn’t anyone there. He heard a brisk shuffling sound and a young teenage girl with blonde hair and big brown eyes came around a corner and approached him, a courteous smile on her face. Sam eyed her, thinking of the schoolgirls on the train, and tried not to loom. She asked him something.
He cleared his throat. “Is Ichigo here?”
“Hai!” the girl said, and ran into the back, calling out “Ichi-nii!” Another voice answered her, coming closer, and Sam’s mouth went dry. That was Ichigo.
Sam’s mind raced. What if this was a terrible idea? What if it was all too awkward? He should have called. He should have made sure it was all right. Ichigo would probably throw him out and he would have to fly back and face Dean. He would never get another email from Ichigo again.
Sam couldn’t stand the thought of his brother’s solicitous pity, or his eventual, inevitable, mockery, over this.
His heart pounded and he was cold with adrenaline.
Ichigo was saying something over his shoulder as he came around the corner, and didn’t see Sam right away. When he did, there was an instant of blank incomprehension, then surprise and delight bloomed across his face, culminating in an unguarded, slightly silly, grin.
“Sam!” he exclaimed.
“Uh, happy belated birthday, Ichigo,” Sam knew he probably had a similarly goofy smile on his face. He tried not to shuffle his feet like a nervous teenager on his first date.
Ichigo walked across the clinic towards Sam and Sam couldn’t stop looking at him. This was only the second time he had seen Ichigo in the flesh. So to speak.
Ichigo and his friends were ridiculously snapshot-happy, and Sam had been the recipient of numerous pictures, none of which were any comparison to the reality of seeing him, which hit him like a punch in the chest.
He looks delicious, Sam thought, taken aback at his own, entirely visceral, reaction.
Ichigo wore a loose orange henley shirt with the top two buttons undone and low-slung khaki pants with a wallet chain. Despite the wide white belt pulled through the beltloops, the pants hung so low off his hips that Sam could see a narrow strip of black boxer briefs crossing Ichigo’s abdomen. Even his feet seemed appealing, slender and flexible, bare and neat on the shiny tile floor of the clinic. His hair was longer than the last time Sam had seen him, strands of it falling over his eyes and under the collar of his shirt. He had gotten taller and broader in the shoulders.
“Yuzu said that a giant was asking for me and I thought she meant Chad,” Ichigo looked sidelong at Sam ruefully, scratching the back of his head. “I was telling her not to be rude about my friends.”
“Well, she is pretty small,” Sam observed.
“I bet everyone seems small to you,” scoffed Ichigo, and Sam laughed, a little relieved. Ichigo smiled back, glancing at Sam and then away quickly, cheeks tinged pink.
Sam wondered if Ichigo was nervous or just being polite. He really wanted to believe that Ichigo was genuinely pleased to see him.
Yuzu poked her head around a corner and said something to Ichigo, looking from him to Sam meaningfully. Sam stared at them, eyebrows raised in query.
“Yuzu thinks I’m being impolite and I should invite you in. Are you hungry? Have you eaten?”
Sam’s stomach promptly made him aware that the last meal he’d had was sometime in the very distant past and in another country.
“I could definitely eat,” he said.
“Let me take your bag,” Ichigo reached for the handle and their hands brushed. It was just the backs, and it was only for an instant, but the effect on Ichigo was galvanic. He almost leapt away from Sam, flushing a brilliant crimson.
“M-make sure you take off your shoes,” Ichigo stammered, walking very fast ahead of Sam to the back of the clinic and into the house. Bemused, Sam followed him, thinking he wasn’t so wrong to make this trip after all.

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The meal was a lively one, presided over by Ichigo’s little sister Yuzu, who apparently did all the cooking. She made a lot of food for what was supposed to be a late-morning snack. Sam ate some of everything, regardless of how unfamiliar it seemed, because it was delicious and because he was starving.
Ichigo introduced Sam to his other little sister, Yuzu’s twin Karin, who looked like a miniature Ichigo, only with dark hair and grey eyes. They both chattered at Sam, and Ichigo translated.
Yes, he came for Ichigo’s birthday. He was only staying for a few days, over the weekend. He found Japan to be very crowded and very hot so far. He had booked a hotel room downtown, but had come to the clinic straight from the airport and hadn’t checked in yet.
Yuzu said something to Ichigo that made his cheeks flush and ears turn pink.
“Yuzu says you shouldn’t pay for a hotel. You can stay with us and sleep in my room,” he said.
“That’s really generous, Yuzu, thank you,” Sam said to the girl, who beamed up at him. He looked over at Ichigo.
“That is, if it’s okay with you,” he said to Ichigo, who stared intensely at his plate. Then he looked up and smiled at Sam, the slow, oddly knowing, vulnerable grin that Sam saw in so many of his dreams.
“Yeah, it’s okay with me,” he said, looking straight at Sam.
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