hali: queen, prince, gem
ichigo ♥ orihime
QUEEN
Kurosaki Ichigo’s hand trembled, a vein pulsing in his temple.
In front of him, Ochi-sensei was smiling, radiant as ever. It was an innocent, womanly smile, but his senses were tingling, warning him.
The smile broadened - gums and teeth, and Ichigo cringed, shivering as a cold chill ran down his spine.
“A-huh, why wear a scared face?” Ochi-sensei purred, her glasses glinting ominously. “Where’s your scary face, eh, Kurosaki?”
The corner of his mouth twitched.
And then, there were fangs. “PICK OUT, NOW.”
Twitching, he jammed his hand inside and picked out a thin, rolled, white paper from the green cone hat and held it out in front of him with cold trepidation.
My future… and my reputation…
Still smiling (or barring her fangs), Ochi-sensei plucked the rolled paper from his fingers. “Go back to your seat.” She ordered, which Ichigo did with gloomy scowl and multiple veins pulsing in his temples. He stomped back to his desk, sat down heavily and dropped his chin on his palm, his eyes in slits.
“Inoue, you’re next.”
“Hai!”
His narrowed stare followed the bouncing girl who eagerly put her hand inside the hat.
“ALRIGHT.”
No, it wasn’t alright, the students thought as an oppressive thick cloud of doom bore down on them. The only sane person who seemed to be enjoying the situation was Orihime, who turned attentive eyes to their teacher.
“Isn’t it great?” -at which, Orihime replied with a clap (Ichigo glanced at her from the corner of his eye with a sweat-drop) - “For this year’s School Annual Festival… we’re doing…”
Ichigo slowly sank to his seat, his frown deepening.
“…SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARVES!”
As to reiterate, Ochi-sensei wrote the classic fairy tale’s title in loopy, cursive English on the board. “Isn’t it great? Yip, yip?”
“…Hooray.” The class replied dully, with the exception of Orihime who replied enthusiastically. It was her dream, after all, to play Grouchy and be grouchy.
“Now that I’ve assigned the roles -”
“You didn’t assign roles! You let us draw lots!” wailed Keigo.
There was a smile. “ARE YOU SAYING SOMETHING, ASANO?”
“None, ma’am!”
Wimp. Ichigo thought sourly.
“Let’s proceed, shall we?” The way Ochi-sensei was smiling was enough for Kiego to dig up a hole for himself. “The roles are assigned, yes?” The class nodded vigorously. “And Ishida?”
“Hai.” The young man stood up, pushed up his glasses and moved to stand beside Ochi-sensei. “I will announce the participants of the play. Student name first, and then, the role he or she will play.”
“AND BE REMINDED: NO ROLE SWITCHING. OR ELSE I’LL SEND YOU OUT TO MILKY WAY.”
“Whatever…” Ichigo grumbled and was rewarded with a makeshift missile in a form of a chalk. Shit! Who would have thought that Ochi-sensei had excellent aim?
Damn.
The only person who seemed eager to be sent to Milky Way was Orihime who exclaimed under her breath, “wow.”
The characters rolled on (Orihime got her wish, she was Grouchy, which puzzled Ichigo, and to everyone’s delight and Kiego’s horror, Tatsuki was casted as Snow White. Ichigo smirked at her which Tatsuki responded with a quick kick,
“Tatsuki-chan!”
“Damn… it.”)
“Kurosaki Ichigo,”
Ichigo straightened in his seat.
“The -” All of a sudden, Uryuu underwent spastic coughing. Beside him, Ochi-sensei patted his back.
“Please, continue,” Another smile, “ISHIDA.”
The Quincy gulped; he can practically hear the All Caps. “H-Hai.”
Orihime beamed at Ichigo, who smiled crookedly at her. “I’m sure you’d be someone so great! Like the Prince or The Mirror or the -”
“…Queen.”
A loud silence.
“The… what?” Kiego shrieked.
“Oh joy.” Ochi-sensei said with a gleeful smirk. “This is fun.”
“YOU’VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME - thud.”
“Ku… Kurosaki-kun!”
“AND YES, ISHIDA. YOU ARE IN CHARGE. I WANT A FLUFFY PINK GOWN WITH PUFFY SLEEVES AND YES, YES- A tiara.”
“Kurosaki-kun! Wake up! We’re on live show - I mean…”
“And oh, Inoue, kindly help Kurosaki and his… spastic flailing. And be gentle with our Queen. Heh.”
PRINCE part 4 shoes
TO: Tatsuki
FROM: Rukia
SUBJECT: YOU HAVE TO COME BACK NOW OR ELSE I’D SEND ORIHIME OVER THERE
…in a box, of course.
Something odd is going on. Last night, yes, last night, Orihime went to a ball. Not the basketball ball. She sneaked out of their house WEARING A HUGE BLUE AND WHITE DRESS, you know, a gown with this balloon skirt and it’s fluffy. I do not have any idea how she got there, but she got in inside this posh hotel in downtown Tokyo where the Elites and the Famous dine and wine. She danced (alone because she said she kept stepping on everybody’s foot) and at twelve, she had to leave or else “I’d turn into a pumpkin!!!!!”
Yes, I just quoted Orihime. With lots of exclamation points.
She insisted that she met her fairy godfather. YES. I TYPED IT RIGHT. AND YOUR EYES ARE FINE.
A fairy godfather.
It’s supposed to be a fairy godmother, but no, she insisted that it was a fairy godfather.
THE POINT IS: WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER??? I STRICTLY DO NOT BELIEVE IN DISNEY AND NEVERLAND. I refused to counter her claims because I do not want to hurt her feelings.
NOW THE POINT OF THIS EMAIL IS TO TELL YOU: PLEASE TATSUKI JUST GO AND KNOCK ‘EM DEAD AND GO STRAIGHT HOME. OR ELSE I’D VOLUNTARILY ENTER AN ASYLUM.
TO: Ichigo
FROM: Uryuu
SUBJECT: think with your brains, not with the air inside your skull
I know you are an idiot and you do not experience brain fart because you do not feed your brain.
But this is ridiculous. Obsessing over someone’s faded bunny slipper is not earth-logic. Move on. Trying to find a woman who wore bunny shoes last night in Tokyo is not logical.
Think, can you?
TO: Rukia
FROM: Tatsuki
SUBJECT: RE: YOU HAVE TO COME BACK NOW OR ELSE I’D SEND ORIHIME OVER THERE
Rukia, Inhale.
Exhale.
You’re a strong girl, you’re a Kuchiki, remember? You can handle it. You know Orihime. She’s exaggerated. Of course, she’s just joking. Just laugh it off and she’ll forget it. Now, I’m off dislocating joints and twisting ligaments.
TO: Uryuu
FROM: Ichigo
SUBJECT: RE: think with your brains, not with the air inside your skull
Bastard.
TO: Tatsuki
FROM: Rukia
SUBJECT: YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES
DAMN IT. TATSUKI, I SAW A FAIRY. A FAIRY BASTARD WITH RED HAIR, TATTOOS AND SIX PACK ABS.
HE HAS WINGS.
PINK LITTE WINGS.
PLEASE COME BACK HOME NOW. I BEG YOU.
TO: Sado
FROM: Uryuu
SUBJECT: URGENT! READ AND REPLY
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ANNOUNCEMENT
Kurosaki Ichigo, the heir to Kurosaki Inc., will hold a shoe… shoe… fitting in 25th of December. He will tour around Tokyo to find the woman who captured his heart, soul and libido, the woman who will later become his wife.
“Rukia-chan! Rukia-chan!”
“What now, Orihime?”
“Look! Look! Look!”
“Jeez. You’re energetic. You’re the only person who can be so adorably charming when you’re being annoying. And there’s no need to wave the newspaper in my fa… W-WHAT IS THIS? A SHOE FITTING… to find the woman - wait a damn minute… don’t tell me…”
“Yup, I left my slipper and I think-”
“OH HELL NO. HELL NO. He picked up your slipper and now he’s trying to find you by touring around Tokyo, doing shoe fitting with every freaking girl… to find you and to make you his wife?!”
“Oh! Just like Snow White!”
“…”
“…”
“It’s Cinderella, Orihime!”
“Oh, right! Um… Rukia-chan? Rukia-chan, why are you head-butting the table?”
TO: Uryuu
FROM: Sado
SUBJECT: RE: URGENT! READ AND REPLY
………………………Hm.
GEM
She wakes up first.
Sweet and soft, she sleeps deeply, but always wakes up first. He wakes up a lot later, because he sleeps a lot later after her.
She takes time to open her soulful gray eyes, and beneath her lashes, she watches the pink lines between dreams and reality, the pink lines between the breaking dawn and lifting sunshine. She likes these moments, these moments of fragile tranquility, where in with just a gentle motion of your fingers, you will be able to break the silence.
It is precious.
Always, it is.
Warmth spread, and she is grateful. It is cold; early early mornings are always cold, but she is grateful, because it gives her an excuse to cling to him longer and tighter.
Slowly, carefully, her head turns and she studies his face. Even in his sleep, he keeps his adorable frown. She smiles as she touches his face, her fingers tracing his jaw and cheekbone. His lashes are long and thick, and they tickle her fingertip as she runs a finger under a fringe. Under her feather-light touches, his skin tingles, and the area between his brows scrunches, his grip around her hips tightens and a soft grunt rolls off from his slightly parted mouth.
Her smile widens.
Soundlessly, she lifts her body and expectedly, his arm around her hips tenses, but she rubs his chest and his muscles relax. Leaning her weight on one elbow, with long, fine yarns of copper falling around his face as she hovers above his face, she cups his cheek. Their noses almost touch as she breathes into his lips.
“…Ichigo.”
In two heartbeats, long, dark brown lashes lifted.
Brown meets gray, and her heart swells with so much, so much, so much emotions.
“Good morning.”
And when she smiles, Ichigo thought,
here it is, my smiling sunshine.
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masterlist H E R E
challenge from FLOL
QUEEN
Kurosaki Ichigo’s hand trembled, a vein pulsing in his temple.
In front of him, Ochi-sensei was smiling, radiant as ever. It was an innocent, womanly smile, but his senses were tingling, warning him.
The smile broadened - gums and teeth, and Ichigo cringed, shivering as a cold chill ran down his spine.
“A-huh, why wear a scared face?” Ochi-sensei purred, her glasses glinting ominously. “Where’s your scary face, eh, Kurosaki?”
The corner of his mouth twitched.
And then, there were fangs. “PICK OUT, NOW.”
Twitching, he jammed his hand inside and picked out a thin, rolled, white paper from the green cone hat and held it out in front of him with cold trepidation.
My future… and my reputation…
Still smiling (or barring her fangs), Ochi-sensei plucked the rolled paper from his fingers. “Go back to your seat.” She ordered, which Ichigo did with gloomy scowl and multiple veins pulsing in his temples. He stomped back to his desk, sat down heavily and dropped his chin on his palm, his eyes in slits.
“Inoue, you’re next.”
“Hai!”
His narrowed stare followed the bouncing girl who eagerly put her hand inside the hat.
“ALRIGHT.”
No, it wasn’t alright, the students thought as an oppressive thick cloud of doom bore down on them. The only sane person who seemed to be enjoying the situation was Orihime, who turned attentive eyes to their teacher.
“Isn’t it great?” -at which, Orihime replied with a clap (Ichigo glanced at her from the corner of his eye with a sweat-drop) - “For this year’s School Annual Festival… we’re doing…”
Ichigo slowly sank to his seat, his frown deepening.
“…SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN DWARVES!”
As to reiterate, Ochi-sensei wrote the classic fairy tale’s title in loopy, cursive English on the board. “Isn’t it great? Yip, yip?”
“…Hooray.” The class replied dully, with the exception of Orihime who replied enthusiastically. It was her dream, after all, to play Grouchy and be grouchy.
“Now that I’ve assigned the roles -”
“You didn’t assign roles! You let us draw lots!” wailed Keigo.
There was a smile. “ARE YOU SAYING SOMETHING, ASANO?”
“None, ma’am!”
Wimp. Ichigo thought sourly.
“Let’s proceed, shall we?” The way Ochi-sensei was smiling was enough for Kiego to dig up a hole for himself. “The roles are assigned, yes?” The class nodded vigorously. “And Ishida?”
“Hai.” The young man stood up, pushed up his glasses and moved to stand beside Ochi-sensei. “I will announce the participants of the play. Student name first, and then, the role he or she will play.”
“AND BE REMINDED: NO ROLE SWITCHING. OR ELSE I’LL SEND YOU OUT TO MILKY WAY.”
“Whatever…” Ichigo grumbled and was rewarded with a makeshift missile in a form of a chalk. Shit! Who would have thought that Ochi-sensei had excellent aim?
Damn.
The only person who seemed eager to be sent to Milky Way was Orihime who exclaimed under her breath, “wow.”
The characters rolled on (Orihime got her wish, she was Grouchy, which puzzled Ichigo, and to everyone’s delight and Kiego’s horror, Tatsuki was casted as Snow White. Ichigo smirked at her which Tatsuki responded with a quick kick,
“Tatsuki-chan!”
“Damn… it.”)
“Kurosaki Ichigo,”
Ichigo straightened in his seat.
“The -” All of a sudden, Uryuu underwent spastic coughing. Beside him, Ochi-sensei patted his back.
“Please, continue,” Another smile, “ISHIDA.”
The Quincy gulped; he can practically hear the All Caps. “H-Hai.”
Orihime beamed at Ichigo, who smiled crookedly at her. “I’m sure you’d be someone so great! Like the Prince or The Mirror or the -”
“…Queen.”
A loud silence.
“The… what?” Kiego shrieked.
“Oh joy.” Ochi-sensei said with a gleeful smirk. “This is fun.”
“YOU’VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME - thud.”
“Ku… Kurosaki-kun!”
“AND YES, ISHIDA. YOU ARE IN CHARGE. I WANT A FLUFFY PINK GOWN WITH PUFFY SLEEVES AND YES, YES- A tiara.”
“Kurosaki-kun! Wake up! We’re on live show - I mean…”
“And oh, Inoue, kindly help Kurosaki and his… spastic flailing. And be gentle with our Queen. Heh.”
PRINCE part 4 shoes
TO: Tatsuki
FROM: Rukia
SUBJECT: YOU HAVE TO COME BACK NOW OR ELSE I’D SEND ORIHIME OVER THERE
…in a box, of course.
Something odd is going on. Last night, yes, last night, Orihime went to a ball. Not the basketball ball. She sneaked out of their house WEARING A HUGE BLUE AND WHITE DRESS, you know, a gown with this balloon skirt and it’s fluffy. I do not have any idea how she got there, but she got in inside this posh hotel in downtown Tokyo where the Elites and the Famous dine and wine. She danced (alone because she said she kept stepping on everybody’s foot) and at twelve, she had to leave or else “I’d turn into a pumpkin!!!!!”
Yes, I just quoted Orihime. With lots of exclamation points.
She insisted that she met her fairy godfather. YES. I TYPED IT RIGHT. AND YOUR EYES ARE FINE.
A fairy godfather.
It’s supposed to be a fairy godmother, but no, she insisted that it was a fairy godfather.
THE POINT IS: WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER??? I STRICTLY DO NOT BELIEVE IN DISNEY AND NEVERLAND. I refused to counter her claims because I do not want to hurt her feelings.
NOW THE POINT OF THIS EMAIL IS TO TELL YOU: PLEASE TATSUKI JUST GO AND KNOCK ‘EM DEAD AND GO STRAIGHT HOME. OR ELSE I’D VOLUNTARILY ENTER AN ASYLUM.
TO: Ichigo
FROM: Uryuu
SUBJECT: think with your brains, not with the air inside your skull
I know you are an idiot and you do not experience brain fart because you do not feed your brain.
But this is ridiculous. Obsessing over someone’s faded bunny slipper is not earth-logic. Move on. Trying to find a woman who wore bunny shoes last night in Tokyo is not logical.
Think, can you?
TO: Rukia
FROM: Tatsuki
SUBJECT: RE: YOU HAVE TO COME BACK NOW OR ELSE I’D SEND ORIHIME OVER THERE
Rukia, Inhale.
Exhale.
You’re a strong girl, you’re a Kuchiki, remember? You can handle it. You know Orihime. She’s exaggerated. Of course, she’s just joking. Just laugh it off and she’ll forget it. Now, I’m off dislocating joints and twisting ligaments.
TO: Uryuu
FROM: Ichigo
SUBJECT: RE: think with your brains, not with the air inside your skull
Bastard.
TO: Tatsuki
FROM: Rukia
SUBJECT: YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES
DAMN IT. TATSUKI, I SAW A FAIRY. A FAIRY BASTARD WITH RED HAIR, TATTOOS AND SIX PACK ABS.
HE HAS WINGS.
PINK LITTE WINGS.
PLEASE COME BACK HOME NOW. I BEG YOU.
TO: Sado
FROM: Uryuu
SUBJECT: URGENT! READ AND REPLY
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ANNOUNCEMENT
Kurosaki Ichigo, the heir to Kurosaki Inc., will hold a shoe… shoe… fitting in 25th of December. He will tour around Tokyo to find the woman who captured his heart, soul and libido, the woman who will later become his wife.
“Rukia-chan! Rukia-chan!”
“What now, Orihime?”
“Look! Look! Look!”
“Jeez. You’re energetic. You’re the only person who can be so adorably charming when you’re being annoying. And there’s no need to wave the newspaper in my fa… W-WHAT IS THIS? A SHOE FITTING… to find the woman - wait a damn minute… don’t tell me…”
“Yup, I left my slipper and I think-”
“OH HELL NO. HELL NO. He picked up your slipper and now he’s trying to find you by touring around Tokyo, doing shoe fitting with every freaking girl… to find you and to make you his wife?!”
“Oh! Just like Snow White!”
“…”
“…”
“It’s Cinderella, Orihime!”
“Oh, right! Um… Rukia-chan? Rukia-chan, why are you head-butting the table?”
TO: Uryuu
FROM: Sado
SUBJECT: RE: URGENT! READ AND REPLY
………………………Hm.
GEM
She wakes up first.
Sweet and soft, she sleeps deeply, but always wakes up first. He wakes up a lot later, because he sleeps a lot later after her.
She takes time to open her soulful gray eyes, and beneath her lashes, she watches the pink lines between dreams and reality, the pink lines between the breaking dawn and lifting sunshine. She likes these moments, these moments of fragile tranquility, where in with just a gentle motion of your fingers, you will be able to break the silence.
It is precious.
Always, it is.
Warmth spread, and she is grateful. It is cold; early early mornings are always cold, but she is grateful, because it gives her an excuse to cling to him longer and tighter.
Slowly, carefully, her head turns and she studies his face. Even in his sleep, he keeps his adorable frown. She smiles as she touches his face, her fingers tracing his jaw and cheekbone. His lashes are long and thick, and they tickle her fingertip as she runs a finger under a fringe. Under her feather-light touches, his skin tingles, and the area between his brows scrunches, his grip around her hips tightens and a soft grunt rolls off from his slightly parted mouth.
Her smile widens.
Soundlessly, she lifts her body and expectedly, his arm around her hips tenses, but she rubs his chest and his muscles relax. Leaning her weight on one elbow, with long, fine yarns of copper falling around his face as she hovers above his face, she cups his cheek. Their noses almost touch as she breathes into his lips.
“…Ichigo.”
In two heartbeats, long, dark brown lashes lifted.
Brown meets gray, and her heart swells with so much, so much, so much emotions.
“Good morning.”
And when she smiles, Ichigo thought,
here it is, my smiling sunshine.
disclaimer. applied BLEACH belongs to Kubo Tite
masterlist H E R E
challenge from FLOL