hali: timing, needle, myth
ichigo ♥ orihime.
hali challenge 2010
TIMING
“Say, Ichigo, what sort of words would you use to woo a girl?”
Ichigo frowned, “What? I’m not pathetic to do such thing.”
“Don’t insult me!” Renji snapped angrily. Ichigo, Sado, and Ishida turned to the redhead. Renji blinked, realization set in and he cursed, his face redder than his hair.
Ishida crossed his arms, the lenses of his eyeglasses glinting ominously. “Abarai-kun, are you saying that you are employing the process of courtship?”
Renji waved his hand, turning his face away. “No. I am just curious.” He said firmly. The three humans looked at him with different expressions; Ichigo’s was apathetic, Ishida’s was clinical, Sado looked genuinely concerned. Renji grew increasingly redder.
“Damn it, guys! Stop staring!”
Ichigo looked cynical. “Who is it?” his tone was flat but there was a hint of something akin to ‘say her name and I’m gonna fucking skin you alive with my shikai’.
“Please don’t say Inoue.” Sado interjected. Ichigo and Renji gawked at him. “Ichigo might skin you alive with his shikai.” Ichigo gaped at him, stuttering; Sado flashed him a thumb’s up sign.
Ishida cleared his throat. “If it’s not Inoue-san, then it’s -”
“Gah!” Renji threw up his hands in the air in surrender. “Fine, fine! It’s Rukia, goddamn it!”
Ichigo slowly smirked, a look of sadistic glee crossing his features. “Wow. You want to die a painful death. Good for you.” Sado looked even more concerned now.
“W-what?! I know it’s almost suicide but… but… Look, man, I know my captain would be a problem. But he’s not the biggest problem here. I want… I want to tell Rukia.” Renji coughed, “You know. Like a Man.”
Ichigo blinked. “Like a Man.” He repeated blankly. “You should ask Ishida.” He said with a shrug, already uninterested.
Ishida pushed up his glasses. “I suggest poetry.”
“So girly,” scoffed Ichigo.
Ishida had the grace (and poise) to ignore the remark (which irritated Ichigo because no one ignores his witty remarks). “If you can’t tell her what you feel directly, a poem will help you transmit your feelings.”
“…transmit?”
Renji, like Ichigo, was ignored. Ishida stroked his chin contemplatively. Ichigo’s brows lifted, the guy was too damn cooperative. “One line is enough.” The Quincy continued, “Too many lines will be sappy.” Ishida turned to Ichigo. “Kurosaki, I believe you are a little knowledgeable about Shakespeare.”
“Huh?!” Ichigo shifted to battle mode.”No way! I won’t let this monkey,” He pointed at Renji, “mess up with Shakespeare!” Ichigo oddly sounded hysterical, in Sado’s opinion.
“Who are you calling monkey, retard?!”
Ichigo ignored him. “Maybe he can use… Neruda, but no, not Shakespeare!”
“Well, what do you suggest?” Ishida asked with an arch of his brow. He didn’t expect that the idiot’s poetic repertoire was not limited to Shakespeare.
Ichigo frowned deeply, then, “Fine. Listen carefully. I’d say this only once!”
“Right, you punk,” Renji drew closer, standing so close to Ichigo so as not miss the perfect one liner of wooing.
Ichigo sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he pictured her, bright eyes and brighter hair, her small hands that heal, her smiling face, her smiling eyes.
“I,” his frown deepened somberly, “I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.”
The silence after that was punctured by a gasp. Ichigo opened his eyes and paled, seeing how close Renji was.
“The fu -”
“You… You…”
Ichigo turned to his right. His shock turned into panic.
“Rukia…” Renji murmured, wide-eyed. The petite shinigami was shaking, her head bowed. Behind Rukia was Orihime, wearing a shocked expression.
“Inoue… Hey -” He was interrupted as Rukia slapped Renji full in the face. The males cringed and backed away.
“RENJI!” screamed Rukia. “I NEVER KNEW YOU’D CHOOSE ICHIGO OVER ME!” With that, the black-haired shinigami ran off; Renji recovered, looked at Ichigo, cringed, cursed him and ran after Rukia.
“…Kurosaki-kun.”
Ichigo whipped his head around, looking down at Inoue’s wide, teary eyes. Why did she look sad, almost heartbroken…?
“I didn’t know… I… I…”
“Inoue?”
“I’ve loved you for so long…” She said softly. Ichigo stiffened as though he was hit by a thunderbolt, his jaw hanging open. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know you… you…” Tears ran down her cheeks. She heaved a deep sigh. “But I understand, Kurosaki-kun. If your happiness is with Renji-kun,” she smiled kindly, “Then, who am I to intervene? I wish you all the best, Kurosaki-kun…”
She heaved another deep sigh, wiped her cheeks, turned around, and ran off.
Ichigo only gaped after her, a hand reaching out to her retreating back, jaw hanging open, and shoulders slumped.
Sado and Ishida exchanged glances, blinked at each other and shrugged.
“What a sad story, don’t you agree, Sado-kun?”
Sado flashed him a thumb’s up sign.
NEEDLE
“Inoue, relax.”
Shy gray eyes lifted. “I… I’m not really comfortable with…” Her eyes pinched, seeing the needle which looked ready to puncture her skin and suck her blood and will transform her into a dolphin and then there would be -
“Inoue, I’m just going to give you a shot.”
“But I’m not a child anymore,” she argued softly. “I… I don’t… Oh please, Kurosaki-kun…”
Ichigo sighed, “You’re one headstrong patient, Inoue.”
“And you’re a pushy doctor.” She said without a hint of negative emotions.
Ichigo raised a brow, but made no comment about her remark. “Just don’t look. This will only take a second.”
“But… But…”
“Look somewhere else.”
Orihime bit her lip and looked away from her right arm where Ichigo will stick the needle on. He was standing directly in front of her between her legs as she sat on an examination table.
“Relax. You’re so stiff.”
She tried to breathe in and breathe out. He gently rubbed her skin with his thumb, helping her relax. Orihime dropped her gaze, staring blankly at nothing in particular.
Ichigo continued rubbing her skin, hoping to make her feel more comfortable. Fortunately, it was working; she was less stiff. Curiously, he glanced at her. She was pretty, really, really pretty. With big eyes, flushed cheeks and plush lips.
He frowned, noticing something, and then, a mischievous smile tugged at his lips. He leaned closer; she seemed not to notice.
“Hey,” he whispered in her ear. His smile widened into a grin, feeling her shiver. “Are you staring at my crotch, Orihime?”
sequel to ♥ slipper
MYTH
She rocks back and forth, torn between fantasy and dream, sitting on an old, wooden bench, wearing her white fluffy ball gown which is heavier than her weight.
“Orihime?”
Orihime looks up and pouts, “Rukia-chaaaan~”
“When you say my name like that, it means you’re in trouble.” The dark-haired woman replies, her small face set in a frown. She walks closer to Orihime and her eyes widen slowly as she sees her friend clearer, “And… What the hell?! You’re wearing a gown and -”
The girl giggles, “I’m sad.” Orihime pats the empty space beside her; Rukia, after her initial shock seeing her friend in a gown, sits down, keeping a safe distance away from the auburn-haired. The gown looks expensive and it glitters.
Rukia’s frown deepens and she comments, “It’s obvious.” She says dryly.
Orihime lifts her foot and the gown to show Rukia her bare foot. “Look! I lost my other slipper! My other bunny slipper!”
Her eyes bulge. “You… You’re wearing bunny slippers under that gown?!”
“Well… I forgot to ask for glass slippers but -”
“Where the hell have you been?! Be thankful Tatsuki’s away for her karate tournament! She’d be really angry!”
“I went to a ball.” Orihime says with a smile.
Rukia looks confused. “A… ball? Basketball?”
Orihime laughs. Rukia-chan is adorable. “Nope! It’s an event where people wear pretty dresses and dance like this,” she demonstrates a funny dance which further confuses Rukia.
“But Orihime, you’re not supposed to leave in the middle of the night! What if your stepfather and stepbrothers caught you?! Whatcha gonna do?”
“Nah-uh, it’s okay!” Orihime clasps her hands together and Rukia swears her friend sparkles, like the guy in… in… Twilight! Rukia feels accomplished she recalls the title. “I,” her friend continues, sparkling more, “have a fairy god father! He’s grumpy, he’s got red hair and he wears tattoos but he’s really kind because he got me this gown-”
“ORIHIME…!” Rukia bellows. Orihime blinks and stares open-mouthed; she is amazed because despite of Rukia-chan’s slim frame, she has this really deep and scary voice when she shouts and reprimands her. “Didn’t we, Tatsuki and I, tell you not to talk to lunatics?!”
Orihime pouts. "That's rude. He’s not a lunatic. He’s my fairy godfather.”
Rukia groans and throws her hands in the air. “It’s supposed to be a fairy godmother!”
“…Oh.”
“And fairy… wait, did you just say fairy godfather?!”
hali word count: 16, something thousand! including the stuffs i haven't posted yet.
yo-osh... how many thousands to go?! mou. fight-oh!
*sneeze!*
hali challenge 2010
TIMING
“Say, Ichigo, what sort of words would you use to woo a girl?”
Ichigo frowned, “What? I’m not pathetic to do such thing.”
“Don’t insult me!” Renji snapped angrily. Ichigo, Sado, and Ishida turned to the redhead. Renji blinked, realization set in and he cursed, his face redder than his hair.
Ishida crossed his arms, the lenses of his eyeglasses glinting ominously. “Abarai-kun, are you saying that you are employing the process of courtship?”
Renji waved his hand, turning his face away. “No. I am just curious.” He said firmly. The three humans looked at him with different expressions; Ichigo’s was apathetic, Ishida’s was clinical, Sado looked genuinely concerned. Renji grew increasingly redder.
“Damn it, guys! Stop staring!”
Ichigo looked cynical. “Who is it?” his tone was flat but there was a hint of something akin to ‘say her name and I’m gonna fucking skin you alive with my shikai’.
“Please don’t say Inoue.” Sado interjected. Ichigo and Renji gawked at him. “Ichigo might skin you alive with his shikai.” Ichigo gaped at him, stuttering; Sado flashed him a thumb’s up sign.
Ishida cleared his throat. “If it’s not Inoue-san, then it’s -”
“Gah!” Renji threw up his hands in the air in surrender. “Fine, fine! It’s Rukia, goddamn it!”
Ichigo slowly smirked, a look of sadistic glee crossing his features. “Wow. You want to die a painful death. Good for you.” Sado looked even more concerned now.
“W-what?! I know it’s almost suicide but… but… Look, man, I know my captain would be a problem. But he’s not the biggest problem here. I want… I want to tell Rukia.” Renji coughed, “You know. Like a Man.”
Ichigo blinked. “Like a Man.” He repeated blankly. “You should ask Ishida.” He said with a shrug, already uninterested.
Ishida pushed up his glasses. “I suggest poetry.”
“So girly,” scoffed Ichigo.
Ishida had the grace (and poise) to ignore the remark (which irritated Ichigo because no one ignores his witty remarks). “If you can’t tell her what you feel directly, a poem will help you transmit your feelings.”
“…transmit?”
Renji, like Ichigo, was ignored. Ishida stroked his chin contemplatively. Ichigo’s brows lifted, the guy was too damn cooperative. “One line is enough.” The Quincy continued, “Too many lines will be sappy.” Ishida turned to Ichigo. “Kurosaki, I believe you are a little knowledgeable about Shakespeare.”
“Huh?!” Ichigo shifted to battle mode.”No way! I won’t let this monkey,” He pointed at Renji, “mess up with Shakespeare!” Ichigo oddly sounded hysterical, in Sado’s opinion.
“Who are you calling monkey, retard?!”
Ichigo ignored him. “Maybe he can use… Neruda, but no, not Shakespeare!”
“Well, what do you suggest?” Ishida asked with an arch of his brow. He didn’t expect that the idiot’s poetic repertoire was not limited to Shakespeare.
Ichigo frowned deeply, then, “Fine. Listen carefully. I’d say this only once!”
“Right, you punk,” Renji drew closer, standing so close to Ichigo so as not miss the perfect one liner of wooing.
Ichigo sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he pictured her, bright eyes and brighter hair, her small hands that heal, her smiling face, her smiling eyes.
“I,” his frown deepened somberly, “I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.”
The silence after that was punctured by a gasp. Ichigo opened his eyes and paled, seeing how close Renji was.
“The fu -”
“You… You…”
Ichigo turned to his right. His shock turned into panic.
“Rukia…” Renji murmured, wide-eyed. The petite shinigami was shaking, her head bowed. Behind Rukia was Orihime, wearing a shocked expression.
“Inoue… Hey -” He was interrupted as Rukia slapped Renji full in the face. The males cringed and backed away.
“RENJI!” screamed Rukia. “I NEVER KNEW YOU’D CHOOSE ICHIGO OVER ME!” With that, the black-haired shinigami ran off; Renji recovered, looked at Ichigo, cringed, cursed him and ran after Rukia.
“…Kurosaki-kun.”
Ichigo whipped his head around, looking down at Inoue’s wide, teary eyes. Why did she look sad, almost heartbroken…?
“I didn’t know… I… I…”
“Inoue?”
“I’ve loved you for so long…” She said softly. Ichigo stiffened as though he was hit by a thunderbolt, his jaw hanging open. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know you… you…” Tears ran down her cheeks. She heaved a deep sigh. “But I understand, Kurosaki-kun. If your happiness is with Renji-kun,” she smiled kindly, “Then, who am I to intervene? I wish you all the best, Kurosaki-kun…”
She heaved another deep sigh, wiped her cheeks, turned around, and ran off.
Ichigo only gaped after her, a hand reaching out to her retreating back, jaw hanging open, and shoulders slumped.
Sado and Ishida exchanged glances, blinked at each other and shrugged.
“What a sad story, don’t you agree, Sado-kun?”
Sado flashed him a thumb’s up sign.
NEEDLE
“Inoue, relax.”
Shy gray eyes lifted. “I… I’m not really comfortable with…” Her eyes pinched, seeing the needle which looked ready to puncture her skin and suck her blood and will transform her into a dolphin and then there would be -
“Inoue, I’m just going to give you a shot.”
“But I’m not a child anymore,” she argued softly. “I… I don’t… Oh please, Kurosaki-kun…”
Ichigo sighed, “You’re one headstrong patient, Inoue.”
“And you’re a pushy doctor.” She said without a hint of negative emotions.
Ichigo raised a brow, but made no comment about her remark. “Just don’t look. This will only take a second.”
“But… But…”
“Look somewhere else.”
Orihime bit her lip and looked away from her right arm where Ichigo will stick the needle on. He was standing directly in front of her between her legs as she sat on an examination table.
“Relax. You’re so stiff.”
She tried to breathe in and breathe out. He gently rubbed her skin with his thumb, helping her relax. Orihime dropped her gaze, staring blankly at nothing in particular.
Ichigo continued rubbing her skin, hoping to make her feel more comfortable. Fortunately, it was working; she was less stiff. Curiously, he glanced at her. She was pretty, really, really pretty. With big eyes, flushed cheeks and plush lips.
He frowned, noticing something, and then, a mischievous smile tugged at his lips. He leaned closer; she seemed not to notice.
“Hey,” he whispered in her ear. His smile widened into a grin, feeling her shiver. “Are you staring at my crotch, Orihime?”
sequel to ♥ slipper
MYTH
She rocks back and forth, torn between fantasy and dream, sitting on an old, wooden bench, wearing her white fluffy ball gown which is heavier than her weight.
“Orihime?”
Orihime looks up and pouts, “Rukia-chaaaan~”
“When you say my name like that, it means you’re in trouble.” The dark-haired woman replies, her small face set in a frown. She walks closer to Orihime and her eyes widen slowly as she sees her friend clearer, “And… What the hell?! You’re wearing a gown and -”
The girl giggles, “I’m sad.” Orihime pats the empty space beside her; Rukia, after her initial shock seeing her friend in a gown, sits down, keeping a safe distance away from the auburn-haired. The gown looks expensive and it glitters.
Rukia’s frown deepens and she comments, “It’s obvious.” She says dryly.
Orihime lifts her foot and the gown to show Rukia her bare foot. “Look! I lost my other slipper! My other bunny slipper!”
Her eyes bulge. “You… You’re wearing bunny slippers under that gown?!”
“Well… I forgot to ask for glass slippers but -”
“Where the hell have you been?! Be thankful Tatsuki’s away for her karate tournament! She’d be really angry!”
“I went to a ball.” Orihime says with a smile.
Rukia looks confused. “A… ball? Basketball?”
Orihime laughs. Rukia-chan is adorable. “Nope! It’s an event where people wear pretty dresses and dance like this,” she demonstrates a funny dance which further confuses Rukia.
“But Orihime, you’re not supposed to leave in the middle of the night! What if your stepfather and stepbrothers caught you?! Whatcha gonna do?”
“Nah-uh, it’s okay!” Orihime clasps her hands together and Rukia swears her friend sparkles, like the guy in… in… Twilight! Rukia feels accomplished she recalls the title. “I,” her friend continues, sparkling more, “have a fairy god father! He’s grumpy, he’s got red hair and he wears tattoos but he’s really kind because he got me this gown-”
“ORIHIME…!” Rukia bellows. Orihime blinks and stares open-mouthed; she is amazed because despite of Rukia-chan’s slim frame, she has this really deep and scary voice when she shouts and reprimands her. “Didn’t we, Tatsuki and I, tell you not to talk to lunatics?!”
Orihime pouts. "That's rude. He’s not a lunatic. He’s my fairy godfather.”
Rukia groans and throws her hands in the air. “It’s supposed to be a fairy godmother!”
“…Oh.”
“And fairy… wait, did you just say fairy godfather?!”
hali word count: 16, something thousand! including the stuffs i haven't posted yet.
yo-osh... how many thousands to go?! mou. fight-oh!
*sneeze!*