Festival of Lights (Bleach, Ichigo/Senna #23 - Candy)
Title: Festival of Lights
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Senna
Fandom: Bleach
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Written for 30_Kisses with the theme of 'Candy'.
"You know, that candy's for you to eat...not wear."
The girl had shot him a look at his comment, before turning her attentions back to the flaxen candy, so deceptively fluffy that it hid the true nature of its' stickiness. It was this fact that had spurred the orange-headed boy's remark--she had wanted to touch it, wanted to grab it and figure it out--as it looked more like batting than something you could eat--and she had ended up getting strands of the strange substance upon her clothing. It was called Cotton Candy for that very reason, she surmised.
She'd seen it as they had been walking, the peculiar strands being spun into a pastel colored cloud that was subsequently perched upon a small cone of cardboard. It had made her stop, as she cocked her head to the side, mesmerized by the whirl of color. To her, it was amazing--the bright color coming out of what seemed to be thin air--coming into existence from nothing. She'd pulled on Ichigo's arm, bugging him about it until he'd finally conceded, giving the yen over to the vendor with an exasperated sigh.
"It's just cotton candy," he'd said, "It's nothing that spectacular."
She'd giggled at that--to her, it was spectacular. Another fantastic element to the almost fairy-tale-esque day that she had been having. Ichigo had finally given in to a wish she'd had since the first time they'd met. She had wanted to ride the ferris wheel: its height towered over the entirety of Karakura, and she'd be able to see everything from the top of its circle. A perfect spot for someone like her, who felt at home at a high perch, with nothing but the sky above them and the ground far below.
But, he'd taken that simple wish, and turned it into something even better: a trip to the ferris wheel at the time of the annual festival Karakura held at its base. That meant that in addition to the ferris wheel, there were also games, foods, and different booths full of trinkets and other small treasures, all unique and dazzling to the young woman's eyes. Ichigo had sighed, and acted irritated at each instance of her wonderment at things that he considered mundane; this being most likely the thousandth time he'd seen these things while it was the first time she'd seen any of it. But, as she'd stared at the toys and masks, she'd stolen a quick glance at him as well--and she knew she'd seen him smile. It warmed his heart to see her enjoying herself, even if he'd never admit it.
And as he'd bought her the cotton candy, he'd used her distraction with the strange substance to hide where he was actually taking her. Which had worked, as she hadn't paid any attention to where they were walking until he was at the ticket booth. She'd poked a finger into the candy again, pulling another strand off (which had miraculously made it into her mouth), feeling the peculiar sensation as it melted into a sugary nothingness in her mouth, its existence only a sweet memory.
"Oi." He'd said, elbowing her slightly in the ribs, making her look up in a bit of annoyance, as he'd taken her from her musings about the odd confectionery. A reply to convey her momentary irritation was upon her lips, but what she saw when she lifted her head made all those feelings and words melt away like the cotton candy upon her tongue. Her eyes widened; her expression comparable to a child's first beholding of a tree at Christmas, shining like diamonds with the soft light of amazement caught within them.
The ferris wheel stood before them, and before she could speak a word, a ticket was presented to her. In a moment, she was taken into one of the small, spherical cars; and the orange-headed boy had sat her down, and then taken a place beside her. Even before the wheel had begun to move, her eyes were plastered on the windows, staring out at the crowd around them, and the festival beyond. The wheel had shuddered, and they began their ascent; and the scenery outside the glass changed--the crowd becoming smaller, until they were unable to be seen--and the festival becoming another cluster of lights in the shining expanse that was Karakura--a million tiny artificial stars upon a black canvas.
Senna had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. She took in a breath, awestruck. It was the picture of serenity--and she'd forgotten for a moment they were contained within the metal capsule of the ride--she felt that she could touch the very fabric of the sky. A peace reigned in her heart, and she barely heard herself speak when she whispered to the car's other occupant, her voice hushed in reverency.
"...Ichigo, thank you..."
He'd smiled at this; a warm smile she'd seen reflected in the glass in front of her. There was something else in his eyes, sparkling--as if he was waiting for something. She wondered what it was; but she barely had a moment to ponder before what it was presented itself in the manner of an explosion of color filling the sky before her, scintillating into a rain of brilliance, before vanishing. Others followed it, dancing in their fiery spectacle, illuminating the heavens with their moment of glory, before fading into the obsidian night, leaving only a smoky memory of their fleeting lives.
She looked from the tableau before her back toward the young man who'd brought her here, the colors from the fireworks around them making his face appear almost fey-like. The question she wanted to ask him was obvious; but she didn't trouble herself to verbalize it--as his expression gave her the answer she sought. He knew this was going to happen, and that was exactly why he'd brought her. He'd waited the entire night, stalled on bringing her to the place she had longed to be, just for the chance to have this moment.
She moved from the window in one quick motion, wrapping her arms around the boy in a tight embrace, bringing her lips to meet his in an impassioned gesture--which was quickly returned, as the boy pushed back against her, deepening the kiss. The prismatic display continued around them, the light becoming almost blinding as the finale commenced--the roar of the explosions like distant thunder. All time seemed to slow; the moment lingering on into a proverbial eternity--but as the finale ceased, so did the kiss, the two finally pulling apart. The violet-haired girl laid her head against Ichigo's chest, closing her eyes as the wheel began to move again.
When you're up high, things really do become crystal clear...
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Senna
Fandom: Bleach
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Written for 30_Kisses with the theme of 'Candy'.
"You know, that candy's for you to eat...not wear."
The girl had shot him a look at his comment, before turning her attentions back to the flaxen candy, so deceptively fluffy that it hid the true nature of its' stickiness. It was this fact that had spurred the orange-headed boy's remark--she had wanted to touch it, wanted to grab it and figure it out--as it looked more like batting than something you could eat--and she had ended up getting strands of the strange substance upon her clothing. It was called Cotton Candy for that very reason, she surmised.
She'd seen it as they had been walking, the peculiar strands being spun into a pastel colored cloud that was subsequently perched upon a small cone of cardboard. It had made her stop, as she cocked her head to the side, mesmerized by the whirl of color. To her, it was amazing--the bright color coming out of what seemed to be thin air--coming into existence from nothing. She'd pulled on Ichigo's arm, bugging him about it until he'd finally conceded, giving the yen over to the vendor with an exasperated sigh.
"It's just cotton candy," he'd said, "It's nothing that spectacular."
She'd giggled at that--to her, it was spectacular. Another fantastic element to the almost fairy-tale-esque day that she had been having. Ichigo had finally given in to a wish she'd had since the first time they'd met. She had wanted to ride the ferris wheel: its height towered over the entirety of Karakura, and she'd be able to see everything from the top of its circle. A perfect spot for someone like her, who felt at home at a high perch, with nothing but the sky above them and the ground far below.
But, he'd taken that simple wish, and turned it into something even better: a trip to the ferris wheel at the time of the annual festival Karakura held at its base. That meant that in addition to the ferris wheel, there were also games, foods, and different booths full of trinkets and other small treasures, all unique and dazzling to the young woman's eyes. Ichigo had sighed, and acted irritated at each instance of her wonderment at things that he considered mundane; this being most likely the thousandth time he'd seen these things while it was the first time she'd seen any of it. But, as she'd stared at the toys and masks, she'd stolen a quick glance at him as well--and she knew she'd seen him smile. It warmed his heart to see her enjoying herself, even if he'd never admit it.
And as he'd bought her the cotton candy, he'd used her distraction with the strange substance to hide where he was actually taking her. Which had worked, as she hadn't paid any attention to where they were walking until he was at the ticket booth. She'd poked a finger into the candy again, pulling another strand off (which had miraculously made it into her mouth), feeling the peculiar sensation as it melted into a sugary nothingness in her mouth, its existence only a sweet memory.
"Oi." He'd said, elbowing her slightly in the ribs, making her look up in a bit of annoyance, as he'd taken her from her musings about the odd confectionery. A reply to convey her momentary irritation was upon her lips, but what she saw when she lifted her head made all those feelings and words melt away like the cotton candy upon her tongue. Her eyes widened; her expression comparable to a child's first beholding of a tree at Christmas, shining like diamonds with the soft light of amazement caught within them.
The ferris wheel stood before them, and before she could speak a word, a ticket was presented to her. In a moment, she was taken into one of the small, spherical cars; and the orange-headed boy had sat her down, and then taken a place beside her. Even before the wheel had begun to move, her eyes were plastered on the windows, staring out at the crowd around them, and the festival beyond. The wheel had shuddered, and they began their ascent; and the scenery outside the glass changed--the crowd becoming smaller, until they were unable to be seen--and the festival becoming another cluster of lights in the shining expanse that was Karakura--a million tiny artificial stars upon a black canvas.
Senna had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. She took in a breath, awestruck. It was the picture of serenity--and she'd forgotten for a moment they were contained within the metal capsule of the ride--she felt that she could touch the very fabric of the sky. A peace reigned in her heart, and she barely heard herself speak when she whispered to the car's other occupant, her voice hushed in reverency.
"...Ichigo, thank you..."
He'd smiled at this; a warm smile she'd seen reflected in the glass in front of her. There was something else in his eyes, sparkling--as if he was waiting for something. She wondered what it was; but she barely had a moment to ponder before what it was presented itself in the manner of an explosion of color filling the sky before her, scintillating into a rain of brilliance, before vanishing. Others followed it, dancing in their fiery spectacle, illuminating the heavens with their moment of glory, before fading into the obsidian night, leaving only a smoky memory of their fleeting lives.
She looked from the tableau before her back toward the young man who'd brought her here, the colors from the fireworks around them making his face appear almost fey-like. The question she wanted to ask him was obvious; but she didn't trouble herself to verbalize it--as his expression gave her the answer she sought. He knew this was going to happen, and that was exactly why he'd brought her. He'd waited the entire night, stalled on bringing her to the place she had longed to be, just for the chance to have this moment.
She moved from the window in one quick motion, wrapping her arms around the boy in a tight embrace, bringing her lips to meet his in an impassioned gesture--which was quickly returned, as the boy pushed back against her, deepening the kiss. The prismatic display continued around them, the light becoming almost blinding as the finale commenced--the roar of the explosions like distant thunder. All time seemed to slow; the moment lingering on into a proverbial eternity--but as the finale ceased, so did the kiss, the two finally pulling apart. The violet-haired girl laid her head against Ichigo's chest, closing her eyes as the wheel began to move again.
When you're up high, things really do become crystal clear...