161Story: You and Me, Tangled Together
Pairing: IchiHime
Rating: K…K+…okay fine, T just for safety…
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She stood there in the middle of the street, looking at the man with deep confused grey eyes.
"So what… you'll sleep in the bench?" her voice was muffled through her pink scarf, but loud enough for the man to hear.
"Yeah." he shrugged and she gave him a confused look, "Don't make that face. Just because is a bench, that doesn't mean it's not comfortable."
"But… won't you get… cold? It's February after all…" she trailed off and he suppressed the smirk when she tilted her head. Her red caramel hair spilling down her waist like a tornado of autumn leaves making her even more beautiful.
"I'll be fine, don't worry." He said with a scowl. He hated when she was worrying over him -but he secretly enjoyed it, although he would never admit it.
She still stood there watching him with those wide eyes, silently driving him crazy. She blinked, heavy dark laces fanned over rosy cheeks and continued staring at him as she raised a gloved hand and pulled the scarf aside. Chocolate eyes lowered to the pink coated flesh that appeared and allowed his greedy eyes to stare. Pearl white teeth were revealed and bit thoroughly the plump lip.
"Ano…" his eyes found hers again, "Y-You c-could… stay… with me…" he couldn't help than raise an eyebrow. "For tonight!" she rushed to explain, hands flailing, the redness of her cheeks increasing. "Only for tonight! You… You know! Until you can go home!"
"I don't wanna be a burden." he said and glanced away.
She only smiled softly, "You never are a burden, you know."
He looked back, eyes warm yet distant, but a glint of happiness buried deep within, "You sure? It might take more than tonight; you know how Senna is like."
"U-Un… Besides… you are my best friend. If I don't take care of you, who will?"
His scowl grew crooked, "Thanks, Inoue."
Her lips pulled back in a sweet smile, "No problem, Kurosaki-kun."
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It was awkward for him to say the least. He stood in the middle of the spare room for the last fifteen minutes doing nothing but staring up ahead. No… he didn't do nothing. He stood there and thought. About what? About many things, nothing in particular. But the most of them were about the red haired woman in the next room. He could hear the soft pitter-patter of her feet moving all over the room below; heck he could even imagine he moving. Like a nymphe dancing her way around the room soft locks flowing around her, twisting and turning like waterfall and she was smiling and laughing and dancing and singing -he shook his head. He knew it was his imagination because she was crying and shaking and desperately telling him to stop, pleading him to and he was yelling and spitting curses...
He shook his head and changed in the spare clothes -her brother's clothes, as he tried hard to forget that day. He was a bastard, he knew that already. He was disgusting, he knew. And what he was still doing in here, he didn't know. He didn't deserve being in here...yet she did invite him in to stay. After everything he did to her. He didn't call, he didn't text, he didn't sent a card not even a freaking message. Nothing. For four long damn years, he made no contact at all... with anyone.
He pulled the dark blue shirt down and stared at his reflection at the mirror. Brown eyes glared menacingly back.
He was trully disgusting.
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"Are you hungry?" she called at him as he walked casually to the big kitchen. He found her there, right in the middle of the grand space as she fixed something he was curious to know. "I made curry~!" she turned around with a big smile and two plates with food in her hand.
"Thanks. Do you want me to help you with something?" Ichigo heard her fake a gasp as she placed the two plates at the table.
"Kurosaki-kun… do you really believe I'd answer that?!" he could see it; her eyes gleaming as she continued to mock him and he smirked in reply when she giggled.
They sat down and ate and they talked for many things, Orihime successfully taking Ichigo's mind off of his girlfriend and their fight. It was something he didn't want to talk about right now and she understood it, though she was sure someone could not simply run away from a problem he faces.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?"
They now sat at her couch, the cake in their hands forgotten as she let the question register in his head. She bit her lip when his scowl deepened and he stared –or rather, glared her wall. "Sorry, it's really not my busyness… you don't have to answer that…"
"Stupid reasons, actually…" he started and she closed her mouth, her eyes trained on him as he leaned back, his head falling at the couch. "It started with I want to see a romance film, continued with we never go out to have some fun and ended with having an unsatisfied sex life…" he blew out a shaky breath and continued to stare at the ceiling with brown bored eyes. "I don't think I can do this anymore, Inoue… all this pressure… normally it wouldn't bother me but right now… I feel like I'm drowning…" he ran a hand over his face, his mind weak and bored as he did a relapse of today. He felt a hand, warm and soft touching his shoulder and he opened his eyes to see Orihime's smiling face. Her eyes, big and wide and grey looked at him, gleamed back at him with hidden confidence that only made his gut twist, because he knew what was coming next.
"Don't worry, Kurosaki-kun. You'll definitely get through this! I… I'm sure you will. You can't let this one little fight get between you two. Senna-san l-loves you very much and you l-love her too…" she trailed off and he desperately tried to focus on her words, but his eyes –those treacherous orbs– kept falling at her moving lips. Light pink flesh, plump and soft-looking kept moving opening and forming words that never reached his ears, never formed in his mind. He sealed his eyes and turned his head to the wall.
"I really am not helping, am I?" he opened one eye and peaked at her; soft smile in place with big silver eyes full of sadness and shoulders down in deep defeat... he closed his eyes and sighed again.
"To be honest not so much right now." she chuckled softly and he felt her eyes move at him. There was a moment of silence between them before he chose to break it with the dread it question;
"When did all fall apart between us, Inoue?"
...In all honesty...
Their eyes met in a soft contact.
...she didn't know...
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Yes, I am back. Yes, this is DeathBerryLover1995. Yes, I did change my name in DeathBerryHime. No, you can't have the reasons, for simply there is none. No, you're not dreaming this. No, I haven't forgotten about the other stories. Yes, this is short. No, it will be longer next chapter. And finally...
It's good to be back. My head almost lost all it's braincells the last couple of weeks, but don't worry! I am fine! So please, make me a better and happier person and review~!
P.S. Also, if I posted a Fairy Tail_NaLu story that is under constraction, how many of you would read this new outbreak (cause I had said that I had devoted myself in IchiHime and Bleach only, that's why)?