Bleach, Ichi/Ishi, Theme #4. Kiss in the Rain (replacing The Mall; Shopping)
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Ishida Uryuu
Title: Kiss in the Rain
Theme: 4. Kiss in the Rain (replacing The Mall; Shopping)
Author: G. Zan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "But Ichigo, later, would honestly say that his first kiss had honestly been the best one he'd ever had."
When their teacher had presented the project, everyone had been just a little excited. Who wouldn't be, with the chance that their essays (only the best in the class, though) would be sent to a big-time magazine publisher?
Of course, that had been before she'd slipped in the 'clause'. The end-all. The shot that had taken Ichigo down faster than any of the Soul Society captains could ever hope for.
To do this project, they would all be paired with someone else in the class. The groups, she had said with a decidedly evil glint in her bespectacled eyes, had already been chosen based on who usually worked with who for similar assignments.
And Ichigo hadn't been as lucky as Rukia (who'd been teamed up with Tatsuki) or Orihime (who'd gotten paired with Keigo). No, he'd been stuck with possibly the worst person in the world.
Ishida Uryuu. The Quincy who'd, upon their first meeting, said that he despised Ichigo. And the same black haired, blue eyed, glasses-wearing freak that, despite his better judgment and despite how much he'd tried not to, he'd found himself liking.
To sound very girlish and middle school-ish: like, like. As Rukia put it- a madly forbidden love for someone who wouldn't even give him a second look on a good day. He just... couldn't help it, it seemed. And on top of that, it appeared as though no matter what, the feeling always retaliated and turned into anger or annoyance when he was normally around the Quincy.
So, there they were, in the city library, desperately trying not to argue while working on their project. Unfortunately, they were failing pretty badly.
"Eh?" Ichigo's eyes narrowed considerably at the paper that Ishida showed him, feeling his mouth turn into a frown. "What's all this?" He asked incredulously, annoyance spiking through him as he stared at the 'gibberish' on the paper he'd been handed.
"Apparently, Kurosaki, that's our assignment," Ishida informed him, pushing at his glasses even though they were already all the way up his nose.
Ichigo scoffed, half tempted to ball up the paper and throw it away. But Ishida was right, as he continued to look over the paper, feeling his annoyance spike further. "So, what're we supposed to do with it?" he asked, frowning some more at the paper. If he frowned any harder, the paper would burst into flame. Or at least, he hoped so.
Annoyance flickered over the normally icy mask that Ishida had placed over his features and Ichigo felt a small amount of triumph at this. "We're supposed to research the subject and then write an essay."
Ichigo nodded, pulling out a note book and pencil to take notes with before standing and heading towards the numerous shelves of books. Ishida scrambled to follow him, and together, they got to work.
Hours later, numerous papers scattered around them, and the tension between them so palpable that others steered way clear of their work table. Both teenagers spoke in short, clipped sentences and answered questions in even shorter, more clipped words. Finally, Ichigo had gotten to the breaking point.
"Okay, look," he said tersely, shoulders and neck stiff and eyes and hand tired from working so long. "Let's finish up for the night and take it back up tomorrow; snapping at each other from lack of sleep isn't going to help."
Ishida opened his mouth, as though to protest, but stopped, blinking at Ichigo tiredly and then sighing, lips twitching a little and making the orange haired Shinigami's heart do small, gleeful jumping jacks. Together, they sluggishly put their books up and gathered up their things, waving to the librarian as they walked out.
Right into the rain.
"Fuck!" Ichigo cursed, squinting up into the downpour with a scowl.
"We'd better get out of this," Ishida sighed, starting to jog down the sidewalk. Startled, Ichigo scrambled to catch up with him.
They jogged in silence for about a block before Ichigo finally sighed and slowed to a walk. Ishida slowed as well, taking off his glasses to see better through the rain. Finally, they came to a tiny awning jutting off the front of a small cafe. The closed sign hung on the front door, but both boys were grateful for just the awning as they took a moment to prepare themselves for the final leg of their journey to their respective homes.
Both were silent, looking out into the downpour, chilled from the rain still soaking their school uniforms. Ichigo glanced over at Ishida and felt himself hesitate, stop, and just look. Black bangs clung to an almost too-pale face while the teenager stared out into the rain, water dripping from his surprisingly long eye lashes when he blinked. Ichigo took a moment to study his 'partner', thinking over all the times they'd fought, both together and against each other. It hit him rather suddenly that--
"I never said thank you," Ichigo realized out loud, blinking a little and wiping ineffectively at some rain water that dripped down his face.
"What?" Ishida blinked at him, blue eyes unnaturally wide without the blocky glasses as the slightly shorter archer turned from his study of the rain.
"For saving my life; I don't think I ever said thank you," Ichigo explained his thinking, feeling a little shocked that he hadn't.
Ishida blinked at him some more, brow furrowing as he studied Ichigo in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"When we fought the Menos Grande, after it disappeared, you saved my life," Ichigo told him, shocked that he didn't remember. Without thinking, the red head reached out and took one of the slender, fine-boned hands that were so much stronger than they looked. "You tore up your hands for me," he whispered, barely heard over the pounding rain against the awning as he studied Ishida's hand. He could faintly make out the scars from torn-up tissue and he could feel the calluses on the other boy's hand as he ran his thumb over Ishida's palm.
"Kurosaki--" At the sound of his name being so hesitantly said, Ichigo dropped Ishida's hand like he'd been burned, his cheeks a little too red to be written off as the cold from the rain.
"Let's get going," he urged stiffly, walking swiftly back out into the rain, book bag held over his shoulder as he continued down the sidewalk. Ishida said nothing as he ran to catch up, walking the rest of the way to their different turn offs in silence. They stood on the corner in silence for a beat before Ichigo nodded to Ishida, moving to allow Ishida to cross the street.
"See you tomorrow," Ichigo said nervously, shifting a little. Ishida nodded silently, turning to cross the street. He made it halfway across before Ichigo finally moved from his frozen state, walking quickly towards his own home. He hadn't made it more than four steps before his hand was being grabbed.
"Kurosaki--" Again, that hesitancy made Ichigo want to run and hide as he was turned and pressed against the wall that served as a fence for a house. Seconds later, he found himself tasting rain water and Ishida as the other boy proceeded to devour his mouth. There was no finesse to it, no preamble, and their teeth clacked together almost painfully. But Ichigo, later, would honestly say that his first kiss had honestly been the best one he'd ever had.
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Ishida Uryuu
Title: Kiss in the Rain
Theme: 4. Kiss in the Rain (replacing The Mall; Shopping)
Author: G. Zan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "But Ichigo, later, would honestly say that his first kiss had honestly been the best one he'd ever had."
When their teacher had presented the project, everyone had been just a little excited. Who wouldn't be, with the chance that their essays (only the best in the class, though) would be sent to a big-time magazine publisher?
Of course, that had been before she'd slipped in the 'clause'. The end-all. The shot that had taken Ichigo down faster than any of the Soul Society captains could ever hope for.
To do this project, they would all be paired with someone else in the class. The groups, she had said with a decidedly evil glint in her bespectacled eyes, had already been chosen based on who usually worked with who for similar assignments.
And Ichigo hadn't been as lucky as Rukia (who'd been teamed up with Tatsuki) or Orihime (who'd gotten paired with Keigo). No, he'd been stuck with possibly the worst person in the world.
Ishida Uryuu. The Quincy who'd, upon their first meeting, said that he despised Ichigo. And the same black haired, blue eyed, glasses-wearing freak that, despite his better judgment and despite how much he'd tried not to, he'd found himself liking.
To sound very girlish and middle school-ish: like, like. As Rukia put it- a madly forbidden love for someone who wouldn't even give him a second look on a good day. He just... couldn't help it, it seemed. And on top of that, it appeared as though no matter what, the feeling always retaliated and turned into anger or annoyance when he was normally around the Quincy.
So, there they were, in the city library, desperately trying not to argue while working on their project. Unfortunately, they were failing pretty badly.
"Eh?" Ichigo's eyes narrowed considerably at the paper that Ishida showed him, feeling his mouth turn into a frown. "What's all this?" He asked incredulously, annoyance spiking through him as he stared at the 'gibberish' on the paper he'd been handed.
"Apparently, Kurosaki, that's our assignment," Ishida informed him, pushing at his glasses even though they were already all the way up his nose.
Ichigo scoffed, half tempted to ball up the paper and throw it away. But Ishida was right, as he continued to look over the paper, feeling his annoyance spike further. "So, what're we supposed to do with it?" he asked, frowning some more at the paper. If he frowned any harder, the paper would burst into flame. Or at least, he hoped so.
Annoyance flickered over the normally icy mask that Ishida had placed over his features and Ichigo felt a small amount of triumph at this. "We're supposed to research the subject and then write an essay."
Ichigo nodded, pulling out a note book and pencil to take notes with before standing and heading towards the numerous shelves of books. Ishida scrambled to follow him, and together, they got to work.
Hours later, numerous papers scattered around them, and the tension between them so palpable that others steered way clear of their work table. Both teenagers spoke in short, clipped sentences and answered questions in even shorter, more clipped words. Finally, Ichigo had gotten to the breaking point.
"Okay, look," he said tersely, shoulders and neck stiff and eyes and hand tired from working so long. "Let's finish up for the night and take it back up tomorrow; snapping at each other from lack of sleep isn't going to help."
Ishida opened his mouth, as though to protest, but stopped, blinking at Ichigo tiredly and then sighing, lips twitching a little and making the orange haired Shinigami's heart do small, gleeful jumping jacks. Together, they sluggishly put their books up and gathered up their things, waving to the librarian as they walked out.
Right into the rain.
"Fuck!" Ichigo cursed, squinting up into the downpour with a scowl.
"We'd better get out of this," Ishida sighed, starting to jog down the sidewalk. Startled, Ichigo scrambled to catch up with him.
They jogged in silence for about a block before Ichigo finally sighed and slowed to a walk. Ishida slowed as well, taking off his glasses to see better through the rain. Finally, they came to a tiny awning jutting off the front of a small cafe. The closed sign hung on the front door, but both boys were grateful for just the awning as they took a moment to prepare themselves for the final leg of their journey to their respective homes.
Both were silent, looking out into the downpour, chilled from the rain still soaking their school uniforms. Ichigo glanced over at Ishida and felt himself hesitate, stop, and just look. Black bangs clung to an almost too-pale face while the teenager stared out into the rain, water dripping from his surprisingly long eye lashes when he blinked. Ichigo took a moment to study his 'partner', thinking over all the times they'd fought, both together and against each other. It hit him rather suddenly that--
"I never said thank you," Ichigo realized out loud, blinking a little and wiping ineffectively at some rain water that dripped down his face.
"What?" Ishida blinked at him, blue eyes unnaturally wide without the blocky glasses as the slightly shorter archer turned from his study of the rain.
"For saving my life; I don't think I ever said thank you," Ichigo explained his thinking, feeling a little shocked that he hadn't.
Ishida blinked at him some more, brow furrowing as he studied Ichigo in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"When we fought the Menos Grande, after it disappeared, you saved my life," Ichigo told him, shocked that he didn't remember. Without thinking, the red head reached out and took one of the slender, fine-boned hands that were so much stronger than they looked. "You tore up your hands for me," he whispered, barely heard over the pounding rain against the awning as he studied Ishida's hand. He could faintly make out the scars from torn-up tissue and he could feel the calluses on the other boy's hand as he ran his thumb over Ishida's palm.
"Kurosaki--" At the sound of his name being so hesitantly said, Ichigo dropped Ishida's hand like he'd been burned, his cheeks a little too red to be written off as the cold from the rain.
"Let's get going," he urged stiffly, walking swiftly back out into the rain, book bag held over his shoulder as he continued down the sidewalk. Ishida said nothing as he ran to catch up, walking the rest of the way to their different turn offs in silence. They stood on the corner in silence for a beat before Ichigo nodded to Ishida, moving to allow Ishida to cross the street.
"See you tomorrow," Ichigo said nervously, shifting a little. Ishida nodded silently, turning to cross the street. He made it halfway across before Ichigo finally moved from his frozen state, walking quickly towards his own home. He hadn't made it more than four steps before his hand was being grabbed.
"Kurosaki--" Again, that hesitancy made Ichigo want to run and hide as he was turned and pressed against the wall that served as a fence for a house. Seconds later, he found himself tasting rain water and Ishida as the other boy proceeded to devour his mouth. There was no finesse to it, no preamble, and their teeth clacked together almost painfully. But Ichigo, later, would honestly say that his first kiss had honestly been the best one he'd ever had.