Phone Call [oneshot]
Author: alicefactor
Title: Phone Call
Rating: PG13-ish
Pairing: Ichigo/Ishida
Warnings: UNBETAD, language
Summary: Based off of "I guess we never really moved on..." Lips of an Angel by Hinder
Disclaimer: I don't own bleach. D:, Borrowing Hinder's song/lyrics.
a/n: ficlet/drabble for ya. umm. please comment!
Ichigo made an effort not to seem sad over the phone. Ishida on one end, Orihime on his own pleading for him to hang up on the beloved caller for dinner. He sighed and told her ‘it was very important’. “Ishida, why’re you calling me?”
There was notable hesitation in the second voice. “I-I still love you.” He blubbered out crying on the other end. There was a pause and the barely audible sound of a door shutting and a lock clicking. “Kuro-Ichigo…” Ishida bit his lip on the other end unsure of how to tell Ichigo he wanted him, even when knowing about Orihime in the other room.
Ichigo chewed on his bottom lip holding the phone almost painfully close to his ear. Damn it Ishida… why couldn’t you have loved me before we broke up? The red head thought to himself itching his scalp silently then sighing. “I-I have Orihime. Sometimes I wish she were you…” He admitted brown eyes disappearing behind lids for a few moments. “Guess I never moved on completely, but-but Orihime was here to heal my broken heart.” He added with defiance to his own feelings.
“Oh-“ Ishida felt guilt cover him from head to toe. “Fuck, I have to tell you, baby,” He said giggling after the pet name, “I dreamt of you last night, of us and that trip to the beach. Remember? I took you there with all of our school friends, Rinrin, Cloud, Nova, Rukia, Renji, and the others? I dreamt of that. The blinding light on our skins, you put sun block on me-“ Pausing to chuckle lightly at the thought Ishida continued. “And then you kissed me at sunset, right up against a palm tree. Just like it happened, so I suppose it was more of a memory than anything. By the way… is Orihime there?” He asked trying with little avail to not let his voice crack.
“She’s in the kitchen, though I think she’s watching a cooking show,” Ichigo paused, “I dreamt of you too. Except it was down by the river, we just lay side by side, then went on a bike ride, the cheesy stuff you never cared for,” Ichigo laughed into the phone, “But-is your father in the same room? Or wait- you wouldn’t tell me about those kinds of dreams if he was. But… I don’t want Orihime to know you’re on the other end of this call. She’s always so sensitive when I bring up something I used to brag to her I liked doing with you as a lover,”
Hearing those words made Ishida want to run over to Orihime’s apartment and kiss him, though he knew that was physically impossible at the moment. “I never cared for it… but I took it for granted. Well for granted. I never realized how much I needed you until now,” Ishida could be heard crying again, damn it was like male PMS. “S-sorry for crying, I didn’t mean to…” He said sighing. “I don’t want to hang up.” He said smile audible in his words.
“Same.” Ichigo said then rubbed his temples with his thumb and ring finger. “Why did you have to come out of the shadows now? Orihime and I… she really likes me. And sure I’m making an effort to like her, but you just made it a whole lot harder,”
“I’m sorry, Ichigo. Ichigo-“ Ishida was cut off by the Kurosaki himself.
“God… if you say my name one more time I might melt.” He said snickering a bit but grinning. “Just- go on.” He urged the raven to continue what he had been saying.
“I hope you know I would usually have hit you for interrupting but I’m not lucky enough to even be near you,” Sniffing in Ishida sighed. “I never moved on. I told myself after a week I’d move on… but it became, two, three, four, and then half a year and I just couldn’t get by without wishing you were still with me.”
“Ishida…” Right then Orihime burst into the room hugging Ishigo from behind and bit his ear licking it.
“Hang up…Ichigo… I don’t ever ask you to do anything, Kurosaki-kun please just come out to eat with me? We can do ‘it’ after.” She tried persuading in a whisper to the unoccupied ear.
Ichigo nodded and shooed her out so he could say goodbye.
Ishida didn’t need to hear more than ‘Kurosaki-kun’ to know that it was Orihime and he painfully hung up the phone, one hand atop the other as he slammed it down a tear flying from his face. Fucking Kurosaki Ichigo had him wrapped around his little finger, and no matter what he did that finger belonged to Orihime Inoue. It hurt like fuck to think like that as well.
Ichigo heard the ‘beep beep’ of the phone signaling no one was any longer on the other end of the phone. “Damn.” Ichigo made his way out to Orihime and ate, though he was quiet, and they never did ‘it’ he couldn’t keep his damned thoughts away from the raven who had abruptly called him. Ishida was a damn good con artist who knew just when to call and make you wonder if you made the right choice… though you know you didn’t. And Ichigo went to bed thinking about that, Inoue in his arms.
Baby why were you calling me so late?
Title: Phone Call
Rating: PG13-ish
Pairing: Ichigo/Ishida
Warnings: UNBETAD, language
Summary: Based off of "I guess we never really moved on..." Lips of an Angel by Hinder
Disclaimer: I don't own bleach. D:, Borrowing Hinder's song/lyrics.
a/n: ficlet/drabble for ya. umm. please comment!
Ichigo made an effort not to seem sad over the phone. Ishida on one end, Orihime on his own pleading for him to hang up on the beloved caller for dinner. He sighed and told her ‘it was very important’. “Ishida, why’re you calling me?”
There was notable hesitation in the second voice. “I-I still love you.” He blubbered out crying on the other end. There was a pause and the barely audible sound of a door shutting and a lock clicking. “Kuro-Ichigo…” Ishida bit his lip on the other end unsure of how to tell Ichigo he wanted him, even when knowing about Orihime in the other room.
Ichigo chewed on his bottom lip holding the phone almost painfully close to his ear. Damn it Ishida… why couldn’t you have loved me before we broke up? The red head thought to himself itching his scalp silently then sighing. “I-I have Orihime. Sometimes I wish she were you…” He admitted brown eyes disappearing behind lids for a few moments. “Guess I never moved on completely, but-but Orihime was here to heal my broken heart.” He added with defiance to his own feelings.
“Oh-“ Ishida felt guilt cover him from head to toe. “Fuck, I have to tell you, baby,” He said giggling after the pet name, “I dreamt of you last night, of us and that trip to the beach. Remember? I took you there with all of our school friends, Rinrin, Cloud, Nova, Rukia, Renji, and the others? I dreamt of that. The blinding light on our skins, you put sun block on me-“ Pausing to chuckle lightly at the thought Ishida continued. “And then you kissed me at sunset, right up against a palm tree. Just like it happened, so I suppose it was more of a memory than anything. By the way… is Orihime there?” He asked trying with little avail to not let his voice crack.
“She’s in the kitchen, though I think she’s watching a cooking show,” Ichigo paused, “I dreamt of you too. Except it was down by the river, we just lay side by side, then went on a bike ride, the cheesy stuff you never cared for,” Ichigo laughed into the phone, “But-is your father in the same room? Or wait- you wouldn’t tell me about those kinds of dreams if he was. But… I don’t want Orihime to know you’re on the other end of this call. She’s always so sensitive when I bring up something I used to brag to her I liked doing with you as a lover,”
Hearing those words made Ishida want to run over to Orihime’s apartment and kiss him, though he knew that was physically impossible at the moment. “I never cared for it… but I took it for granted. Well for granted. I never realized how much I needed you until now,” Ishida could be heard crying again, damn it was like male PMS. “S-sorry for crying, I didn’t mean to…” He said sighing. “I don’t want to hang up.” He said smile audible in his words.
“Same.” Ichigo said then rubbed his temples with his thumb and ring finger. “Why did you have to come out of the shadows now? Orihime and I… she really likes me. And sure I’m making an effort to like her, but you just made it a whole lot harder,”
“I’m sorry, Ichigo. Ichigo-“ Ishida was cut off by the Kurosaki himself.
“God… if you say my name one more time I might melt.” He said snickering a bit but grinning. “Just- go on.” He urged the raven to continue what he had been saying.
“I hope you know I would usually have hit you for interrupting but I’m not lucky enough to even be near you,” Sniffing in Ishida sighed. “I never moved on. I told myself after a week I’d move on… but it became, two, three, four, and then half a year and I just couldn’t get by without wishing you were still with me.”
“Ishida…” Right then Orihime burst into the room hugging Ishigo from behind and bit his ear licking it.
“Hang up…Ichigo… I don’t ever ask you to do anything, Kurosaki-kun please just come out to eat with me? We can do ‘it’ after.” She tried persuading in a whisper to the unoccupied ear.
Ichigo nodded and shooed her out so he could say goodbye.
Ishida didn’t need to hear more than ‘Kurosaki-kun’ to know that it was Orihime and he painfully hung up the phone, one hand atop the other as he slammed it down a tear flying from his face. Fucking Kurosaki Ichigo had him wrapped around his little finger, and no matter what he did that finger belonged to Orihime Inoue. It hurt like fuck to think like that as well.
Ichigo heard the ‘beep beep’ of the phone signaling no one was any longer on the other end of the phone. “Damn.” Ichigo made his way out to Orihime and ate, though he was quiet, and they never did ‘it’ he couldn’t keep his damned thoughts away from the raven who had abruptly called him. Ishida was a damn good con artist who knew just when to call and make you wonder if you made the right choice… though you know you didn’t. And Ichigo went to bed thinking about that, Inoue in his arms.
Baby why were you calling me so late?