hali: ink, coat, angels
Ichigo ♥ Orihime
part 8 to: birdhouse ; hopscotch ; sage ; mailbox ; lantern ; alignment ; collapse
INK
Five days after that, Tatsuki and Uryuu got married. Orihime is the maid of honor. She is lovely in white, but Ichigo prefers her in black. White reminds him of Hueco Mundo, a reminder of his failure. But he chides himself: he rescued her, right? It wasn’t a failure. But still…
“Ichigo,” He blinks and looks down.
Rukia is invited because Tatsuki thinks she is a friend. She thinks everyone is a friend as long as you’re Orihime’s friend. Plus, Tatsuki is grateful. Rukia makes Orihime smile, Rukia makes Orihime mature, grow and strong, Rukia listens to Orihime. Rukia understands Orihime. So, Tatsuki is grateful; Orihime needs more friends (even though she is slightly suspicious of Renji.)
“Well,” The shinigami crosses her arms, looking all noble and haughty. But that’s Rukia, and it fits her - being noble, being haughty (because she’s older, way, way older and thus, is wiser, Ichigo likes to think sometimes - rare sometimes). “I hope you’re not going to let this opportunity pass.”
Ichigo pretends he is an idiot and ignores her. But Rukia knows him, knows him enough to tell when he’s being an idiot and when he’s not.
“She deserves it. It’s long overdue.” There is a pause. “Moron.”
“Man,” interjects an annoying voice. “Don’t make your life story as sappy and cliché as your novel.”
Ichigo glares at Renji. “My novel is not sappy, you retard.”
“Oh right.” Renji nods somberly. “Telling your heroine that it’s alright to vomit in your mouth is not sappy. It’s disgusting.”
COAT
She blinks with a little and sort of cute frown on her face. Frowning does not suit her but it does not mean it looks dreadful on her.
But Ichigo wonders, what is there to frown about? He is, after all, just being a gentleman like his father reminds him everyday.
“Um… You’re offering me your coat.” She points out the obvious. Way to go.
“Well, aren’t you cold?”
“I’m not.” Orihime answers quickly, and as if on cue, she shivers, goosebumps rising along her bare skin. He lifts a brow. She is quick to add, “I have strong immune system!”
He exhales a long suffering sigh. “Just take the coat, Inoue.”
“No, no, nooooo! This is… is cliché!” She cries out and flails her arms.
He blinks at her, completely confused now. “What?” Her logic is infinitely quirky.
She opens her mouth to reply, pauses, thinks and flails again. “Because it is cliché! A guy offers his coat or jacket… it happens all the time in every romance shoujo! Then, we’d meet again -”
“We will. We attend the same school, remember?” Ichigo cuts in.
“-so that I can return the coat, this coat, then, there’s this magnetic pull between us, an attraction triggered by the coat, then we’ll fall in love -”
“Don’t give me ideas, Inoue.”
“What?”
“Just wear the freaking coat. You’re shivering. I can hear your teeth chattering. And the sound is annoying, so take the coat and wear it.”
“But -”
“Damn it.” Despite her protests and flailing arms, he grabs her arm and throws the coat over her shoulders. “See? Warmer, right?”
“Kurosaki-kun -”
“You’re spending too much time with Rukia, aren’t you?” he grunts.
She blinks and has the decency to look flushed. “Well, she says -”
“Damn her and her shoujo-crap. Forget it. Now, let’s go. I’ll walk you home.”
Her jaw drops, and Ichigo fights the urge to chuckle at her comical expression. “That’s another cliché! Guy walk girl home, then, girl trips, lands on guy’s chest, then the magnetic pull again - and then, they’d kiss at her doorstep -”
He groans loudly. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation just because I offered you my coat!”
ANGELS
“I say, jump him, Orihime-chan.”
“- Look at him straight in the eye and in a clear voice, tell him -”
“Let’s make babies.”
“B-Babies… How can you make babies by jumping?”
“HIME-CHAN, HOW CAN YOU CHOOSE SOMEONE AS MEAN AS THAT MAN?!”
“Shut up. We’re busy.”
“Tatsuki -”
“I said, shut up.”
“You’re cruel! Separating me from my HIME!”
“She’s not yours, baka. Look, Orihime, just grab your boobs -”
“B-BOOBS?”
“The tits, you know, the breasts. Those things,”
“Don’t point, Mahana, it’s rude.”
“Look, why don’t you just lift your skirt?”
“L-L-L-L-Lift m-m-m-my…”
“Great idea, Michiru! I mean, flash him your panties. But make sure it’s sexy, lacy, red lingerie. You have fair skin. Red suits you.”
“Push him against the wall.”
“But Ryo-chan, Kurosaki is strong! He’ll overpower her easily!”
“Hmm, maybe a red polka dot bikini is a better choice. What do you think?”
“I think strawberry printed panties are better.”
“Genius, Rukia!”
“Um… Um… B-B-B-But…”
“Inoue, just listen - wait, are you taking down notes?”
“I have to take down notes, Kuchiki-san?”
“Maybe you can try the tried-and-tested method.”
“What is that method, Mahana?”
“Be clumsy. Trip and fall, Orihime-chan.”
“I -”
“Wait. I saw this one in one of my shoujo comics. Just tell him: there’s a party in my pants and you’re invited.”
“But he’s dense! He’s slow with pick up lines.”
“What’s a pick up line, Tatsuki-chan?”
“I’ll explain later.”
“Why don’t you just tell him that you’re horny and -”
“But I don’t have horns.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“I told you. It’s a waste of time.”
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part 8 to: birdhouse ; hopscotch ; sage ; mailbox ; lantern ; alignment ; collapse
INK
Five days after that, Tatsuki and Uryuu got married. Orihime is the maid of honor. She is lovely in white, but Ichigo prefers her in black. White reminds him of Hueco Mundo, a reminder of his failure. But he chides himself: he rescued her, right? It wasn’t a failure. But still…
“Ichigo,” He blinks and looks down.
Rukia is invited because Tatsuki thinks she is a friend. She thinks everyone is a friend as long as you’re Orihime’s friend. Plus, Tatsuki is grateful. Rukia makes Orihime smile, Rukia makes Orihime mature, grow and strong, Rukia listens to Orihime. Rukia understands Orihime. So, Tatsuki is grateful; Orihime needs more friends (even though she is slightly suspicious of Renji.)
“Well,” The shinigami crosses her arms, looking all noble and haughty. But that’s Rukia, and it fits her - being noble, being haughty (because she’s older, way, way older and thus, is wiser, Ichigo likes to think sometimes - rare sometimes). “I hope you’re not going to let this opportunity pass.”
Ichigo pretends he is an idiot and ignores her. But Rukia knows him, knows him enough to tell when he’s being an idiot and when he’s not.
“She deserves it. It’s long overdue.” There is a pause. “Moron.”
“Man,” interjects an annoying voice. “Don’t make your life story as sappy and cliché as your novel.”
Ichigo glares at Renji. “My novel is not sappy, you retard.”
“Oh right.” Renji nods somberly. “Telling your heroine that it’s alright to vomit in your mouth is not sappy. It’s disgusting.”
COAT
She blinks with a little and sort of cute frown on her face. Frowning does not suit her but it does not mean it looks dreadful on her.
But Ichigo wonders, what is there to frown about? He is, after all, just being a gentleman like his father reminds him everyday.
“Um… You’re offering me your coat.” She points out the obvious. Way to go.
“Well, aren’t you cold?”
“I’m not.” Orihime answers quickly, and as if on cue, she shivers, goosebumps rising along her bare skin. He lifts a brow. She is quick to add, “I have strong immune system!”
He exhales a long suffering sigh. “Just take the coat, Inoue.”
“No, no, nooooo! This is… is cliché!” She cries out and flails her arms.
He blinks at her, completely confused now. “What?” Her logic is infinitely quirky.
She opens her mouth to reply, pauses, thinks and flails again. “Because it is cliché! A guy offers his coat or jacket… it happens all the time in every romance shoujo! Then, we’d meet again -”
“We will. We attend the same school, remember?” Ichigo cuts in.
“-so that I can return the coat, this coat, then, there’s this magnetic pull between us, an attraction triggered by the coat, then we’ll fall in love -”
“Don’t give me ideas, Inoue.”
“What?”
“Just wear the freaking coat. You’re shivering. I can hear your teeth chattering. And the sound is annoying, so take the coat and wear it.”
“But -”
“Damn it.” Despite her protests and flailing arms, he grabs her arm and throws the coat over her shoulders. “See? Warmer, right?”
“Kurosaki-kun -”
“You’re spending too much time with Rukia, aren’t you?” he grunts.
She blinks and has the decency to look flushed. “Well, she says -”
“Damn her and her shoujo-crap. Forget it. Now, let’s go. I’ll walk you home.”
Her jaw drops, and Ichigo fights the urge to chuckle at her comical expression. “That’s another cliché! Guy walk girl home, then, girl trips, lands on guy’s chest, then the magnetic pull again - and then, they’d kiss at her doorstep -”
He groans loudly. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation just because I offered you my coat!”
ANGELS
“I say, jump him, Orihime-chan.”
“- Look at him straight in the eye and in a clear voice, tell him -”
“Let’s make babies.”
“B-Babies… How can you make babies by jumping?”
“HIME-CHAN, HOW CAN YOU CHOOSE SOMEONE AS MEAN AS THAT MAN?!”
“Shut up. We’re busy.”
“Tatsuki -”
“I said, shut up.”
“You’re cruel! Separating me from my HIME!”
“She’s not yours, baka. Look, Orihime, just grab your boobs -”
“B-BOOBS?”
“The tits, you know, the breasts. Those things,”
“Don’t point, Mahana, it’s rude.”
“Look, why don’t you just lift your skirt?”
“L-L-L-L-Lift m-m-m-my…”
“Great idea, Michiru! I mean, flash him your panties. But make sure it’s sexy, lacy, red lingerie. You have fair skin. Red suits you.”
“Push him against the wall.”
“But Ryo-chan, Kurosaki is strong! He’ll overpower her easily!”
“Hmm, maybe a red polka dot bikini is a better choice. What do you think?”
“I think strawberry printed panties are better.”
“Genius, Rukia!”
“Um… Um… B-B-B-But…”
“Inoue, just listen - wait, are you taking down notes?”
“I have to take down notes, Kuchiki-san?”
“Maybe you can try the tried-and-tested method.”
“What is that method, Mahana?”
“Be clumsy. Trip and fall, Orihime-chan.”
“I -”
“Wait. I saw this one in one of my shoujo comics. Just tell him: there’s a party in my pants and you’re invited.”
“But he’s dense! He’s slow with pick up lines.”
“What’s a pick up line, Tatsuki-chan?”
“I’ll explain later.”
“Why don’t you just tell him that you’re horny and -”
“But I don’t have horns.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“I told you. It’s a waste of time.”
; thank you for reading!
; comments are ♥
: for (FLOL) Hali Challenge HERE
; join, yes? ♥
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