[Fanfiction] IchiRuki: Hanabi
I just posted Rêverie, so I guess I'm going backwards. 50 drabbles left to back-up~ haha!
Title: Hanabi
Part of "Death Butteflies"
Series: Bleach.
Pairing: IchiRuki.
Date: June 2nd, 2006.
Notes: Romance. PG-13. Fluffy.
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(Hanabi: Flowerfire; fireworks)
They glare at each other, cross their arms over their chest, and hold their heads up in defiance; but otherwise neither of them talks. Kon actually opens the door and steps inside; in the same second he goes in, he quietly tiptoes back and the door closes behind him with the softest of thuds. Silence creeps in the room and not one of them makes a move or speaks a word to break it.
Ichigo finally gives out a huff. “I don’t care,” he spats angrily at the bemused female shinigami. “I don’t give a shit about it.”
Rukia arches up a disbelieving brow cockily. “Are you sure?” she taunts, the mockery is clearly glinting in her blue eyes.
“I’m sure as hell,” he retorts at her. He clenches his teeth and hisses, “I am not, Rukia, I’m most definitely not going to the festival with you.”
“Are you sure?” she asks again, the smirk on her face meant to show him she wasn’t really asking a question. She is teasing the adamant teen, she is telling him how wrong he is, she is making sure he knows he is going even if he doesn’t want to.
“Hell! I said I’m NOT going, dammit, you lousy bitch!” he growls in frustration.
She doesn’t flinch at the insult, Rukia simply smirks wider, more evilly and she begins whispering something under her breath. Ichigo notices this and, as he shudders, his eyes grow with shock when he realizes her plan. It’s too late to act, however, for the invisible grip around his arms indicates he’s trapped. He quickly thinks of breaking the spell with his strength, he’s done it before, after all; but the next thing he knows is that his head hits the floor and that she’s straddling him.
“Get up!” Ichigo yells, flushed cheeks betraying his unperturbed attitude. “Rukia, come on!” He berates at her unsuccessfully, “I’m not going, dammit. Get that into your thick head! Now, just… get off me… damn…””
The girl leans down and stops a few inches from his face. Ichigo gulps as a shock of awareness hits Ichigo. She’s so close in fact that the boy is startled to find out her eyes have such a strange hue of deep blue that they are almost violet but not yet. Rukia glares at him with those very eyes and a smirk blossoms over her face. Ichigo wants to speak up, or yell at her actually, but hesitates in doing so because their lips are so near that he fears that if he did, he’d end up kissing her by accident. A lock of her hair teases the skin of his cheek.
“Ichigo,” she murmurs. But her lips don’t brush his as he has thought they would (surprisingly enough he finds himself slightly disappointed by this, though he does his best to deny it). Still her breath does fan his face and that is all needed to make him blush madly. “You’ll take me to the festival, okay?”
However in a daze, Ichigo knows deep inside he has to say ‘no.’ There is something like a gut feeling telling him that he better not or he’ll regret it, like it is usual with something concerning Rukia. But now he understands why she was so intent on training before getting home. With his energy depleted, he has no more left to undo this binds with his own strength. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he is now stuck with either glaring at her all night while staying in this not-so-comforting position or agreeing to whatever she wants.
The sixteen-year-old looks away before speaking so she can’t see how his blush turns from a bright pink to a crimson shade. “I don’t even understand why you are so intent on going…”
“Not giving up yet, I see…” She smirks, amused. Ichigo is stubborn, that much she knows, but she is fine with it because she is stubborn too. A small smile tugs at her lips, and then she ponders a bit before replying. “The hanabi,” she confesses as she scurries off him and ends up sitting leg-crossed beside Ichigo’s captive body.
“What?” he looks left to focus his stunned, curious gaze on her. He frowns in confusion he can’t hide.
“I want to watch the fireworks.” She answers straight-forwardly. “Last time, I wasn’t on time for the fireworks,” she says as she looks down at him. He immediately senses the undertone in her words: ‘I wasn’t on time,’ she says… It was much more than not being on time.
Her eyes shine and she is looking at him so frankly that it almost makes Ichigo want to look away. “I am here now and I want to see them this year, Ichigo… Please?”
He sighs and shakes his head because he knows he’ll definitely be sorry about it in the end. “Okay… Fine, you win.” It is then that he notices at last that she has undone the binds around him, so he stands up and walks over to his bed until he crashes against it and plops onto the soft surface of the mattress.
“Really?” She turns around hastily, so fast that she almost trips. Her eyes shine even brighter and her hands are clasped together as she wails with excitement. “Thank you, Ichigo!”
He scratches the back of his neck, looking away. “Whatever…”
“Good! There are so many things I want to try out! I heard there was a great deal of candy. Oh, and Inoue mentioned games, should we check them too? What sort of games are they anyway? AH! And don’t forget that you have to get me that Chappy the Rabbit plush toy I saw in the poster. Do you think there’ll be a show? Wait ‘till I tell Renji about this!”
Ichigo rubs his face tiredly. “Shit….”
His poor wallet.
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Extra note: The fireworks are massively displayed during summer festivals; there are even competitons as far as I've read (I want to go to Japan!). I'm setting this story around August, then.
Title: Hanabi
Part of "Death Butteflies"
Series: Bleach.
Pairing: IchiRuki.
Date: June 2nd, 2006.
Notes: Romance. PG-13. Fluffy.
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(Hanabi: Flowerfire; fireworks)
They glare at each other, cross their arms over their chest, and hold their heads up in defiance; but otherwise neither of them talks. Kon actually opens the door and steps inside; in the same second he goes in, he quietly tiptoes back and the door closes behind him with the softest of thuds. Silence creeps in the room and not one of them makes a move or speaks a word to break it.
Ichigo finally gives out a huff. “I don’t care,” he spats angrily at the bemused female shinigami. “I don’t give a shit about it.”
Rukia arches up a disbelieving brow cockily. “Are you sure?” she taunts, the mockery is clearly glinting in her blue eyes.
“I’m sure as hell,” he retorts at her. He clenches his teeth and hisses, “I am not, Rukia, I’m most definitely not going to the festival with you.”
“Are you sure?” she asks again, the smirk on her face meant to show him she wasn’t really asking a question. She is teasing the adamant teen, she is telling him how wrong he is, she is making sure he knows he is going even if he doesn’t want to.
“Hell! I said I’m NOT going, dammit, you lousy bitch!” he growls in frustration.
She doesn’t flinch at the insult, Rukia simply smirks wider, more evilly and she begins whispering something under her breath. Ichigo notices this and, as he shudders, his eyes grow with shock when he realizes her plan. It’s too late to act, however, for the invisible grip around his arms indicates he’s trapped. He quickly thinks of breaking the spell with his strength, he’s done it before, after all; but the next thing he knows is that his head hits the floor and that she’s straddling him.
“Get up!” Ichigo yells, flushed cheeks betraying his unperturbed attitude. “Rukia, come on!” He berates at her unsuccessfully, “I’m not going, dammit. Get that into your thick head! Now, just… get off me… damn…””
The girl leans down and stops a few inches from his face. Ichigo gulps as a shock of awareness hits Ichigo. She’s so close in fact that the boy is startled to find out her eyes have such a strange hue of deep blue that they are almost violet but not yet. Rukia glares at him with those very eyes and a smirk blossoms over her face. Ichigo wants to speak up, or yell at her actually, but hesitates in doing so because their lips are so near that he fears that if he did, he’d end up kissing her by accident. A lock of her hair teases the skin of his cheek.
“Ichigo,” she murmurs. But her lips don’t brush his as he has thought they would (surprisingly enough he finds himself slightly disappointed by this, though he does his best to deny it). Still her breath does fan his face and that is all needed to make him blush madly. “You’ll take me to the festival, okay?”
However in a daze, Ichigo knows deep inside he has to say ‘no.’ There is something like a gut feeling telling him that he better not or he’ll regret it, like it is usual with something concerning Rukia. But now he understands why she was so intent on training before getting home. With his energy depleted, he has no more left to undo this binds with his own strength. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he is now stuck with either glaring at her all night while staying in this not-so-comforting position or agreeing to whatever she wants.
The sixteen-year-old looks away before speaking so she can’t see how his blush turns from a bright pink to a crimson shade. “I don’t even understand why you are so intent on going…”
“Not giving up yet, I see…” She smirks, amused. Ichigo is stubborn, that much she knows, but she is fine with it because she is stubborn too. A small smile tugs at her lips, and then she ponders a bit before replying. “The hanabi,” she confesses as she scurries off him and ends up sitting leg-crossed beside Ichigo’s captive body.
“What?” he looks left to focus his stunned, curious gaze on her. He frowns in confusion he can’t hide.
“I want to watch the fireworks.” She answers straight-forwardly. “Last time, I wasn’t on time for the fireworks,” she says as she looks down at him. He immediately senses the undertone in her words: ‘I wasn’t on time,’ she says… It was much more than not being on time.
Her eyes shine and she is looking at him so frankly that it almost makes Ichigo want to look away. “I am here now and I want to see them this year, Ichigo… Please?”
He sighs and shakes his head because he knows he’ll definitely be sorry about it in the end. “Okay… Fine, you win.” It is then that he notices at last that she has undone the binds around him, so he stands up and walks over to his bed until he crashes against it and plops onto the soft surface of the mattress.
“Really?” She turns around hastily, so fast that she almost trips. Her eyes shine even brighter and her hands are clasped together as she wails with excitement. “Thank you, Ichigo!”
He scratches the back of his neck, looking away. “Whatever…”
“Good! There are so many things I want to try out! I heard there was a great deal of candy. Oh, and Inoue mentioned games, should we check them too? What sort of games are they anyway? AH! And don’t forget that you have to get me that Chappy the Rabbit plush toy I saw in the poster. Do you think there’ll be a show? Wait ‘till I tell Renji about this!”
Ichigo rubs his face tiredly. “Shit….”
His poor wallet.
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Extra note: The fireworks are massively displayed during summer festivals; there are even competitons as far as I've read (I want to go to Japan!). I'm setting this story around August, then.