To be continued tomorrow because I have to sleep...gietheJuly 22 2010, 17:49:16 UTC
"And today is Ichigo's first day as a man!" Isshin announced. There was a couple of sniggering at the back of the household as Ichigo, beet-red with embarrassment, accepted the pouch filled with gold
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O_O I'm still wrestling with the idea that this might be a long, multi-chaptered fic instead of a oneshot and that I might need to write porn sooner or later.
Because I spent this morning dreaming of lots of extra subplots /sobs
Medieval fantasy. Whether Ichigo and Orihime fall into either Tolkien-verse or Discworld, or just sat down with their friends for a Dungeons and Dragons campaign (the paper-and-pencil variant, or the video game variant), it's your call.
That would be totally fine. I figured it would be easier to work in Ichihime and Bleach elements in a medieval fantasy than something like, say, Detective Noir (why is it so easy with Weiss /sob).
And of course, I come up with something completely different than my first thought anyway.crystaldawnJuly 25 2010, 10:32:01 UTC
As the rough-hewn rock door swung slowly open, Orihime licked her lips. Her brow pinched together beneath her golden diadem and her mouth pursed. The red-haired adventurer pushed the heavy door open with some effort, the look of concentration intense on her face. Her physical strength stats never were very high
( ... )
Orihime is the owner of a haunted house. Ichigo is the new recruit and needs to be shown the ropes. Spooky, scary things and Ichigo being scared silly is highly encouraged but not mandatory.
L-LOL, SO RUSTY. Also, totally spun off prompt, sorry Nagi-sama....1/?chipsforjusticeJuly 26 2010, 01:00:33 UTC
“So the clowns will pop over there, and there’ll be bubbles and foam will come out of that shoot.”
“Right...”
“The scariest part of the house will be on this end, and that’s when there are a few other workers that act like zombies and will start to nibble on people’s heads.”
“Of course- Wait, did you just say nibble?”
“Uhn!”
First, Kurosaki Ichigo did not apply for this job willingly. His father signed him up for this on the account of a favor for this woman, his “boss” as it may be. Something about his scary face and how he needed to get his own spending money for Christmas, either way, his good reasons for being here were minimal to none
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As much as he thought no one would come to her haunted house, there had been a lot of families with children that showed up. Instead of screams and horrified squeals like there usually was supposed to be in an attraction like this, there were giggles and fits of laughter, both from children and adults alike. The plethora of people definitely explained how she managed to stay afloat with this “side business” of hers
( ... )
Fantasy. Ichigo, a (human-sized!)fairy. Orihime, a witch who needs a One True Love Kiss before her 18th b-day or else = orange frog FOREVER. Ichigo is the One True Love Kiss.
is this any good? D8lunarstar77July 25 2010, 02:18:30 UTC
“Aha~! I finally got you Kurosaki-kun~!” an overly excited shout reached his ears, “You definitely won’t get awa-ahhhh!!”
Turning around in time to see the young witch who was chasing him on her broom at full speed hold slip and cause her to plummet towards the ground with a surprised shriek. Sighing as he quickly flew down to catch her before she could actually hit.
Ah…why is it that when she’s out to get me…I’m the one who ends up saving her?!
It couldn’t be helped she really wasn’t meant for this type of job, at all. Why hadn’t a more efficient witch been sent to try capturing him? That way at least he wouldn’t have to hold back in pity and fear of harming her when attacking
( ... )
i was kicked off XD here is part2 of ?lunarstar77July 25 2010, 17:25:57 UTC
“Well I better go…” he said speaking with the utmost calm he could manage; it had to be a lot because he’d surprise the both of them with his sense of restraint, “Well I’ll leave you to plan how to catch me or at least try to catch me…and fail at that matter”.
A burst of laughter escaping his lips at her attempt to lunge at him but ending up having to hang onto her broom her feet dangling in midair.
Pulling herself up and pointing finger at him and about to say something witty, well as witty as she could be, but that was before she caught sight of her watch and realized the time. Dread coursing through her veins as she realized just how late it was!
Oh no! Oh no! I completely forgot about Yoruichi-san telling me to meet her because she had something important to tell me and now I’m 15 minutes late!“I have to go. I’m sorry Kurosaki-kun! Bye!” she hurriedly threw behind her as she zipped away on her broom
( ... )
It's not what I originally planned...but oh well? Part 1/2nagicakesJuly 26 2010, 02:43:21 UTC
“Oh goodie, the coast is clear.”
Humming in pleasure at her good fortune, Orihime reached into the small bag secured around her hips and pulled out a device resembling a compass. Placing it against the glass, she gritted her teeth as the grating sound of glass being cut assaulted her ears. Popping the circular piece of glass out from the window, she tucked the device back into her bag before snaking a slender arm through the opening to trip the latch on the window. Smiling at the distinct clink of the lock moving, she withdrew her arm and pried the window open before slipping inside.
Landing silently, her gaze cautiously swept across the dark room, looking for anyone who may be wandering the halls. Upon seeing no one, she quickly padded her way across the room.
'It should be just down the hall and to the left,' she mused as she peeked around a corner
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She could almost see his eye twitch and it brought her an odd sense of happiness to see that she could still irritate him, even after all these years.
“I've told you, that's not my name!” he bellowed. Taking a deep breath, he reined in his anger and focused on the matter at hand. “Don't think you can get away this time.”
“What makes you think that you've got me cornered this time?” Despite the playful tone of her voice, Orihime's heart was racing as she frantically tried to figure out how to escape him once again. After quickly glancing around the room, she realized that her only option would be to escape through the window.
Ichigo smirked at the brief look of panic that crossed his rival's face. “Just a hunch.”
Orihime's lips puckered into a pout at his statement, fearing that she really did have no way out this time. She merely stood there as he began to close the distance between then, her mind racing.
'Should I make a run for it?'No, he was too close. He'd catch her for sure
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Because I spent this morning dreaming of lots of extra subplots /sobs
(and I forgot you said 'crack' not angst)
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“Right...”
“The scariest part of the house will be on this end, and that’s when there are a few other workers that act like zombies and will start to nibble on people’s heads.”
“Of course- Wait, did you just say nibble?”
“Uhn!”
First, Kurosaki Ichigo did not apply for this job willingly. His father signed him up for this on the account of a favor for this woman, his “boss” as it may be. Something about his scary face and how he needed to get his own spending money for Christmas, either way, his good reasons for being here were minimal to none ( ... )
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Turning around in time to see the young witch who was chasing him on her broom at full speed hold slip and cause her to plummet towards the ground with a surprised shriek. Sighing as he quickly flew down to catch her before she could actually hit.
Ah…why is it that when she’s out to get me…I’m the one who ends up saving her?!
It couldn’t be helped she really wasn’t meant for this type of job, at all. Why hadn’t a more efficient witch been sent to try capturing him? That way at least he wouldn’t have to hold back in pity and fear of harming her when attacking ( ... )
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A burst of laughter escaping his lips at her attempt to lunge at him but ending up having to hang onto her broom her feet dangling in midair.
Pulling herself up and pointing finger at him and about to say something witty, well as witty as she could be, but that was before she caught sight of her watch and realized the time. Dread coursing through her veins as she realized just how late it was!
Oh no! Oh no! I completely forgot about Yoruichi-san telling me to meet her because she had something important to tell me and now I’m 15 minutes late!“I have to go. I’m sorry Kurosaki-kun! Bye!” she hurriedly threw behind her as she zipped away on her broom ( ... )
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Humming in pleasure at her good fortune, Orihime reached into the small bag secured around her hips and pulled out a device resembling a compass. Placing it against the glass, she gritted her teeth as the grating sound of glass being cut assaulted her ears. Popping the circular piece of glass out from the window, she tucked the device back into her bag before snaking a slender arm through the opening to trip the latch on the window. Smiling at the distinct clink of the lock moving, she withdrew her arm and pried the window open before slipping inside.
Landing silently, her gaze cautiously swept across the dark room, looking for anyone who may be wandering the halls. Upon seeing no one, she quickly padded her way across the room.
'It should be just down the hall and to the left,' she mused as she peeked around a corner ( ... )
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“I've told you, that's not my name!” he bellowed. Taking a deep breath, he reined in his anger and focused on the matter at hand. “Don't think you can get away this time.”
“What makes you think that you've got me cornered this time?” Despite the playful tone of her voice, Orihime's heart was racing as she frantically tried to figure out how to escape him once again. After quickly glancing around the room, she realized that her only option would be to escape through the window.
Ichigo smirked at the brief look of panic that crossed his rival's face. “Just a hunch.”
Orihime's lips puckered into a pout at his statement, fearing that she really did have no way out this time. She merely stood there as he began to close the distance between then, her mind racing.
'Should I make a run for it?'No, he was too close. He'd catch her for sure ( ... )
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