Theme: Week 1

Jul 15, 2010 18:18

FIRST KISS

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chipsforjustice April 7 2011, 02:30:46 UTC

Orihime was busy watching the fireworks when he mumbled something under his breath. Although slightly teary-eyed, she allowed herself to turn and lean just a few centimeters closer to Ichigo. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch it...”

His lips were pulled into a tight line and Orihime couldn’t see his eyes at all when he murmured, “You’ll be missed, you know.” To Ichigo, it was the simplest way he’d be able to say he’d miss her. He’d been giving it thought all evening on how to approach the issue, but it was the best he was able to come up with.

A little unsure of how to interpret his words, Orihime tilted her head a little to the side, turning away from him ever so slightly as she quietly replied back, “I know I’ll miss you, Kurosaki-kun...” Coming home once a year or not, she would still miss the sound of his voice and his touches. Like those times he would casually tap her on the shoulder; those were the times she cherished.

Just then, Ichigo’s hand reached out to grip the crook of Orihime’s elbow. Startled by the sudden action, she turned back around to face him in concern, and was soon met with a pair of lips. It was awkward and inexperienced, especially considering how he had pulled her down partially to kiss her. She was just about to flail and flip out that she must have accidentally fell on top of him in his attempt to grab onto her, thus instigating the kiss, but he soon broke it off and blurted out a string of curses.

“F-Fuck, Inoue... I just... I didn’t mean to...” he groaned, pulling his hat down even further over his eyes, if possible. “I’m sorry, but...” Swearing again, he thought of himself as only stupid for letting his actions take control and doing something he personally didn’t regret, but Orihime may now be upset with.

Still shocked, she raised her hand to her lips, covering them with a wide pair of eyes. Her words were caught in her throat, but with the fireworks ending soon, anything she needed to ask or say needed to be done now. “W-Was that supposed to be an accident, Kurosaki-kun?”

Ichigo only shook his head in the negative, purposely looking at the ground and not at her. Embarrassment and frustrations be damned, he couldn’t lie to her. But he considered himself stupid for doing that right when she would have to leave so soon. Things would be forever awkward because of what he did.

“Then... it’s okay,” she murmured, lightly placing her hand on top of his in reassurance. A slight shake could be felt coming from her appendage, alerting Ichigo she was just as anxious as he was at the moment. “It’s okay, Kurosaki-kun.”

Sneaking a quick glance, he was surprised to see her so accepting about it. He was about to say something more, no doubt more apologies and another round of cursing at his stumbling over words, but Orihime leaned a little closer to him to kiss him in return. It was faint, no more than a vague brush of their lips, but in her mind, what she did took so much courage.

She pulled away just as quick, her face as red as a tomato. “A-Are we even now?” she found herself blurting out. Ichigo was now the stunned one, but in the recesses of his heart, he felt a swell of happiness and eagerness that he hadn’t felt for quite some time. It was light and uplifting.

Swallowing thickly, he brushed his fingers against his lips for a brief moment. “Inoue?” he called out her name another time. Just as she turned towards him again, the last firework shot up into the air and exploded into a rainbow of bright colors. In that time, Ichigo’s lips curled themselves up into a heartfelt smile, something that made his cheeks hurt, but in a way that he whole-heartedly accepted. “I’ll miss you too.”

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songsparrw1 April 9 2011, 05:23:59 UTC
I'm standing on a breezy hill under a starry night-time sky in Karakura, enjoying street vendors' treats with sticky hands. My friends have just declared themselves, and it's about time, too. All is well, even though my heart aches when I think about how long it will be before we all get together again.

Thank you for this - I love it, absolutely! You've covered all the points with a cherry on top!

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