Bleach (Orihime/Ishida) drabbles
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Orihime/Ishida
For: 30_romances.
Length: each exactly 100 words, except for the last, which is 200.
Rating: each PG
Warning: blatant schmoop. I take no responsiblity if you go into a diabetic coma.
The Anvil (theme 3: anvil)
Orihime wasn’t sure why, when she read that it was better to be the hammer than the anvil, she immediately thought of Ishida-kun. He didn’t look like an anvil; he was neither short nor squat, and his face was pointy rather than flat.
Then, one day, she watched him argue with Kurosaki-kun and realized what it was. While Kurosaki-kun ranted, raved, flailed his arms and made those crazy expressions with his eyebrows, Ishida-kun merely stood and watched, a chilly expression on his placid features.
Orihime wondered what she might have to do, to make even a dent in an anvil.
Gelid (theme 1: cold hands)
It was at moments like these, when Orihime had been so sure of something, that learning it was the direct opposite came as quite a shock to the system.
The few times they’d touched, his hands had been cold, so cold that she’d felt the chill seep into her own skin. Orihime had thought-incorrectly, she now saw-that his personality was just as chilly.
The cold hands shielded a warm heart. He felt passionately about many things, and the way he was kissing her said she was one of them.
Orihime decided that she was glad to be wrong.
Like the Rain (theme 18: rain, disheveled)
Ishida didn’t like the rain.
It was chaotic, falling where and when it pleased, making housewives run out to fetch their drying laundry and otherwise sane citizens scurry about with newspapers draped over their heads.
He followed as Orihime danced down the street. She’d been hoping for rain all day, and beamed when it began to fall, just for her. The smell of wet aphalt teasing his nose, he wondered how he’d some to such a pass.
Drenched, she turned her glowing face up to him, and he felt something shift within him.
Like the rain, he had fallen, too.
Refuse Thy Name (theme 28: Romeo, wherefore art thou?)
His father’s words ringing in his ears, Uryuu stared at the cold face, so like his own. To have his Quincy powers back-was it possible? Since their return, it was all he’d thought about, all he’d dreamed of.
But the price… ah, the price. To disavow Kurosaki was no hardship, but he’d miss Sado. And Inoue-san… Uryuu felt a little slice of pain, right across the center of his chest, at the idea of turning his back on her, how it would hurt her.
“No, Father,” he said, straightening his shoulders. “I’ll find a way to do it myself.”
Snake Eye (theme 13: dice)
Orihime was sad. None of the boys would consent to accompany her on the carnival’s Tunnel of Love.
“It’s not because it’s romantic or anything!” Inoue had exclaimed. “I just want a boat ride!”
But no matter how beseeching her plea or buoyant her bosom, none would step forward. Doing so was tantamount to admitting they were an “item”, and with scores of their peers around, the news would be around the school before the first bell, Monday morning.
Sado took pity on her, suggesting they flip for it.
“A coin only has two sides, and there are three of you,” Inoue said doubtfully.
“I have a die.” Ishida removed the tiny ornament from his keychain. “One or two, I go. Three or four, Sado. Five or six, Kurosaki.”
They crouched to watch as he cast it over the ground. Time seemed to slow as it tumbled to a stop.
“One,” Kurosaki breathed, plainly relieved. No rumours would plague him, come Monday.
Ishida waited for Inoue’s disappointment, but she just smiled. Grabbing his arm, she dragged him toward the entrance.
He tucked the die into his pocket, and smirked. With that chip on the corner, it always came up “one”.