[fic] Cohabitation {ALTERNATE SESSION VI: Unpacked}
Title: Cohabitation: Alternate Sessions
Author: alstair
Pairing: Ichigo x Ishida Uryuu
Rating: G
Warnings: boylove, silliness
Summary: Ishida's POV. Living/rooming together is no walk in the park.
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach and the Characters of Bleach
...does taste matter? Do rubber duckies? Ishida learns something new...and poses a question.
THE SERIES:
Cohabitation: Sessions [complete]
Cohabitation: Alternate Sessions
ALTERNATE SESSION I: Waiting
ALTERNATE SESSION II: Rules
ALTERNATE SESSION III: Pajamas and Boxers
ALTERNATE SESSION IV: Plans
ALTERNATE SESSION V: Suspicions
ALTERNATE SESSION VI: Unpacked
Ishida had been adamant that Ichigo unpack the boxes that contained the rest of his belongings but, if he were to be truthful about it, it wasn't just because the boxes literally blocked the already narrow passageway.
And though he would probably die before he ever admitted it, Ishida had to admit that he was more than just a bit curious as to what Ichigo had packed into those boxes. After all, they say that what one owns tells a lot about who that person is and what he values most.
But it had taken only about a minute into the process for Ishida to realize that Ichigo had left his packing to the wrong people. Even though he had never actually met Ichigo's father, he knew the orange-haired boy well enough, he believed, that the boy wouldn't actually bring with him a miniature "Masaki Forever" poster no matter how much he missed his mother. (Although of course if he had discovered that Ichigo had brought a poster of Ishida he would more than gladly look the other way.)
At the same time, somehow, Ishida's intuition told him that whatever it was that Ichigo had unpacked was certainly not everything--and certainly nothing that had merited the obvious attempts of the Shinigami to block his view beyond the embarrassing poster, plushies, and rubber ducky. Which was why while Ichigo was taking his usual evening shower Ishida had carefully pulled out from the small space underneath Ichigo's desk the battered brown box he'd seen the orange-haired boy secret away when he thought Ishida wasn't looking. And that was how he had found the sketchbook with its white covers and the words "He tasted like peppermint and strawberry ice" scrawled on it in black ink before he'd had to quickly replace the box and its contents in its original hiding space.
And now that he had discovered what Ichigo thought of their first kiss--unless the idiot had kissed some other guy and heaven forbid that that other guy was Chad--he had to ask...
...is tasting like peppermint and strawberry ice a good thing?
Author: alstair
Pairing: Ichigo x Ishida Uryuu
Rating: G
Warnings: boylove, silliness
Summary: Ishida's POV. Living/rooming together is no walk in the park.
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach and the Characters of Bleach
...does taste matter? Do rubber duckies? Ishida learns something new...and poses a question.
THE SERIES:
Cohabitation: Sessions [complete]
Cohabitation: Alternate Sessions
ALTERNATE SESSION I: Waiting
ALTERNATE SESSION II: Rules
ALTERNATE SESSION III: Pajamas and Boxers
ALTERNATE SESSION IV: Plans
ALTERNATE SESSION V: Suspicions
ALTERNATE SESSION VI: Unpacked
Ishida had been adamant that Ichigo unpack the boxes that contained the rest of his belongings but, if he were to be truthful about it, it wasn't just because the boxes literally blocked the already narrow passageway.
And though he would probably die before he ever admitted it, Ishida had to admit that he was more than just a bit curious as to what Ichigo had packed into those boxes. After all, they say that what one owns tells a lot about who that person is and what he values most.
But it had taken only about a minute into the process for Ishida to realize that Ichigo had left his packing to the wrong people. Even though he had never actually met Ichigo's father, he knew the orange-haired boy well enough, he believed, that the boy wouldn't actually bring with him a miniature "Masaki Forever" poster no matter how much he missed his mother. (Although of course if he had discovered that Ichigo had brought a poster of Ishida he would more than gladly look the other way.)
At the same time, somehow, Ishida's intuition told him that whatever it was that Ichigo had unpacked was certainly not everything--and certainly nothing that had merited the obvious attempts of the Shinigami to block his view beyond the embarrassing poster, plushies, and rubber ducky. Which was why while Ichigo was taking his usual evening shower Ishida had carefully pulled out from the small space underneath Ichigo's desk the battered brown box he'd seen the orange-haired boy secret away when he thought Ishida wasn't looking. And that was how he had found the sketchbook with its white covers and the words "He tasted like peppermint and strawberry ice" scrawled on it in black ink before he'd had to quickly replace the box and its contents in its original hiding space.
And now that he had discovered what Ichigo thought of their first kiss--unless the idiot had kissed some other guy and heaven forbid that that other guy was Chad--he had to ask...
...is tasting like peppermint and strawberry ice a good thing?