love story, maybe
title. love story, maybe
prompt. movie
character. Ishida - peripheral Ichigo and Orihime
rating. K
disclaimer. applied - Bleach, Ichigo, Orihime, Ishida belong to Kubo Tite.
It feels like he is in a movie.
And he, he is one of the extra characters, made to stand in the background, watch the main pair go by, exchange words, brush fingertips, create a once-upon-a-time, many in-betweens, and hopefully, a happily-ever-after.
The role never bothers him. It does not matter, it never does, but one day, sunny and spring breeze around, something has happened - he does not remember what transpired, oh, maybe she laughs and smiles at him and the world stops? - and he thinks while watching the dust swirl around his feet, what am I doing? And he realizes I’m not going to settle for second best. I am going to be the best.
That is what he tells to himself.
Ever since, he starts to work harder. I deserved her, he tells himself while laughter and summer heat mix around him. It is too hot thus he decides to stay under the shade of a random tree while his classmates play in the field.
I deserved her because he is good person - he strives to be better everyday - and he is better, academically speaking. He understands her; they are in the same club; he is a student body president; he has never brought danger to her. When they are together, the world feels normal. With him, she is safer. He can protect her, and he will protect her.
“Good morning, Ishida-kun!” she smiles as she greets him.
He raises a hand in a simple, wordless greeting. Behind him, the door slides open.
“Oh! Good morning, Kurosaki-kun!”
“Yo, Inoue,”
Her smile is brighter, she looks happier - he observes.
But still, he pretends, Ishida tells himself - I’m better than him.
Everyone likes her. Everyone but Kurosaki (but who knows? no one knows, really, and that is, sometimes frustrating because he does not know what he thinks and does aside from he sells his prowess to different clubs to earn money)
He likes her, and he knows, she is the one - or whatever it is people call their special person.
Despite his aloof façade, Ishida knows his friends well and can read their feelings fairly accurately. Inoue’s are the easiest because she’s honest and true. He is aware of what she feels for Kurosaki - knows it for long and he knows those feelings are strong. But feelings change especially if they are unreciprocated - and Kurosaki, he does not show any interest, any special feelings towards the girl or to anyone for that matter. One day, for sure, Inoue will get tired of waiting, Inoue will get tired of trying, Inoue will notice him, Inoue will appreciate him, Inoue will have a change of heart, Inoue will-
“Hey, Inoue,”
“Yes?”
“Tatsuki has Karate practice, hasn’t she?”
“Un!”
“Right. I’ll walk you home.”
“E-Eh?! K-Kurosaki-kun…”
“Is there something wrong? Crap - I’m sorry. I mean, can I walk you home? If it’s alright,”
“O-Oh, of course, i-it’s alright! T-Thank you!”
“Don’t mention it. Come on. You don’t want to miss those crazy shows you like, do you?”
Ishida watches them walk away - watches their back, their fingers that barely brush each others’; Inoue talks, she laughs, and Kurosaki listens to her laughter, to her stories. They are gone, has disappeared in a corner but he still stands there. The hallway is quiet and he remembers - Kurosaki-kun, help!
(he tries, very hard, to forget that one defining moment when he could not protect and help her with one hand, one arm, his body, his powers - no matter how hard he tried, it was not enough - he was not enough,
Kurosaki-kun… Kurosaki-kun… Kurosaki-kun!
while Kurosaki - dead and gone - rose from the dead and became something else, someone else to
You…
I’ll save you. I’ll save you.
and Ishida watched the world bleed.)
The room is quiet and she is humming softly while she sews. She sits on a desk next to a window; the light coming from the sunset engulfs her in an ethereal russet halo. And at that moment, he decides that she is lovely and he wants one lifetime with her.
“Inoue,”
Inoue starts and turns her head towards the door. Kurosaki is standing there.
“Kurosaki-kun!” She says brightly, her whole face lights up and she waves a hand happily.
Ishida feels ill.
Then, Kurosaki nods as a greeting. “Oi, Ishida.”
“Kurosaki,” he returns. Kurosaki smirks and looks at Inoue again.
“Ready to go?”
Inoue smiles, “Yes.” Kurosaki waits patiently as Inoue gathers her things. “Bye-bye, Ishida-kun! See you tomorrow!”
He nods, and watches Kurosaki reach for Inoue’s hand. Their fingers touch, Inoue smiles and Kurosaki’s scowl melts away.
There is a distant sound of something splintering - which he ignores.
Ishida looks away, and watches the sunset. Everything fades away except for the room and the desk where she has sat.
Keigo is talking and Mizuiro is not replying, busy with his cell phone, as usual. Sado is quiet, Kurosaki eats his lunch.
“You’re more odd than usual.” Kurosaki says all of a sudden without looking at him.
He does not reply.
“Oi! I’m talking to you!”
Sado looks up and glances at Kurosaki and Ishida. Kurosaki is glaring at Ishida while the latter ignores the orange-haired boy.
“What is your problem,” grunts Kurosaki, looking aggravated. Keigo stops his blabbering and Mizuiro looks up his phone. A long silence stretches. Then, Ishida packs up and leaves the rooftop.
Kurosaki looks at Sado.
“What the hell was that?”
One more time. One more act.
The cherry blossoms are in bloom. Looking at them, Ishida feels optimistic.
His fellow graduates congratulate him - nice speech, president! Congrats, top one student! Good luck! Have fun in Tokyo U!
“It was a good speech, Ishida-kun!” says Inoue. The corner of his mouth lifts in a small, grateful smile. Her long hair dances in the wind around her, behind her. “Good luck in Tokyo University. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She adds.
“Thank you. Where are you going for college?”
“I was accepted in Kyoto University.”
He blinks and says carefully, “Same with… Kurosaki,”
Inoue blushes, smiling. “Yes. We… We decided to go to the same university.”
He swallows. “I see.”
Inoue nods, still smiling. “I have to go, Ishida-kun! Tatsuki-chan is probably looking for me.” Inoue turns to go but he takes her wrist, halting her departure.
“Please wait.”
Inoue pauses for a moment, looking at him curiously. “Ishida-kun-”
“Inoue,” a familiar voice interrupts. They both look in the direction of that voice.
“Kurosaki-kun…”
Kurosaki smiles a little at Inoue. His face softens a little, but his scowl remains. “I was looking for you.” And then, his gaze lingers on the hand holding her wrist. Inoue carefully takes her hand. Kurosaki slowly turns to Inoue. “Tatsuki is waiting for you.” He says.
“Y-Yes…” Inoue glances over at Ishida. “Congratulations again, Ishida-kun. Please keep in touch, okay? Kurosaki-kun gave me a cell phone for my birthday last year and he taught me how to use it.” She looks up to the orange-haired boy. “Let’s go, Kurosaki-kun?”
Kurosaki nods and offers her his hand. She takes it, and Ishida, he feels sick, so ill. He turns around without a word.
“Ishida-kun, is there something wrong?”
Everything, he wants to say but chooses to stay quiet and stares at the blooming cherry trees.
“Oi, you okay?” Kurosaki’s voice. He can picture him frowning. “Ishida-”
“I’m fine.” He says and starts to walk away.
It feels like he is in a movie.
And he, he is one of the extra characters, made to stand in the background, watch the main pair go by, exchange words, brush fingertips, create a once-upon-a-time, many in-betweens, and hopefully, a happily-ever-after.
The scene blurs, the colors turn into sepia, and a voice says,
“You may kiss the bride.”
He closes his eyes, everything turns black and the credits roll.
prompt. movie
character. Ishida - peripheral Ichigo and Orihime
rating. K
disclaimer. applied - Bleach, Ichigo, Orihime, Ishida belong to Kubo Tite.
It feels like he is in a movie.
And he, he is one of the extra characters, made to stand in the background, watch the main pair go by, exchange words, brush fingertips, create a once-upon-a-time, many in-betweens, and hopefully, a happily-ever-after.
The role never bothers him. It does not matter, it never does, but one day, sunny and spring breeze around, something has happened - he does not remember what transpired, oh, maybe she laughs and smiles at him and the world stops? - and he thinks while watching the dust swirl around his feet, what am I doing? And he realizes I’m not going to settle for second best. I am going to be the best.
That is what he tells to himself.
Ever since, he starts to work harder. I deserved her, he tells himself while laughter and summer heat mix around him. It is too hot thus he decides to stay under the shade of a random tree while his classmates play in the field.
I deserved her because he is good person - he strives to be better everyday - and he is better, academically speaking. He understands her; they are in the same club; he is a student body president; he has never brought danger to her. When they are together, the world feels normal. With him, she is safer. He can protect her, and he will protect her.
“Good morning, Ishida-kun!” she smiles as she greets him.
He raises a hand in a simple, wordless greeting. Behind him, the door slides open.
“Oh! Good morning, Kurosaki-kun!”
“Yo, Inoue,”
Her smile is brighter, she looks happier - he observes.
But still, he pretends, Ishida tells himself - I’m better than him.
Everyone likes her. Everyone but Kurosaki (but who knows? no one knows, really, and that is, sometimes frustrating because he does not know what he thinks and does aside from he sells his prowess to different clubs to earn money)
He likes her, and he knows, she is the one - or whatever it is people call their special person.
Despite his aloof façade, Ishida knows his friends well and can read their feelings fairly accurately. Inoue’s are the easiest because she’s honest and true. He is aware of what she feels for Kurosaki - knows it for long and he knows those feelings are strong. But feelings change especially if they are unreciprocated - and Kurosaki, he does not show any interest, any special feelings towards the girl or to anyone for that matter. One day, for sure, Inoue will get tired of waiting, Inoue will get tired of trying, Inoue will notice him, Inoue will appreciate him, Inoue will have a change of heart, Inoue will-
“Hey, Inoue,”
“Yes?”
“Tatsuki has Karate practice, hasn’t she?”
“Un!”
“Right. I’ll walk you home.”
“E-Eh?! K-Kurosaki-kun…”
“Is there something wrong? Crap - I’m sorry. I mean, can I walk you home? If it’s alright,”
“O-Oh, of course, i-it’s alright! T-Thank you!”
“Don’t mention it. Come on. You don’t want to miss those crazy shows you like, do you?”
Ishida watches them walk away - watches their back, their fingers that barely brush each others’; Inoue talks, she laughs, and Kurosaki listens to her laughter, to her stories. They are gone, has disappeared in a corner but he still stands there. The hallway is quiet and he remembers - Kurosaki-kun, help!
(he tries, very hard, to forget that one defining moment when he could not protect and help her with one hand, one arm, his body, his powers - no matter how hard he tried, it was not enough - he was not enough,
Kurosaki-kun… Kurosaki-kun… Kurosaki-kun!
while Kurosaki - dead and gone - rose from the dead and became something else, someone else to
You…
I’ll save you. I’ll save you.
and Ishida watched the world bleed.)
The room is quiet and she is humming softly while she sews. She sits on a desk next to a window; the light coming from the sunset engulfs her in an ethereal russet halo. And at that moment, he decides that she is lovely and he wants one lifetime with her.
“Inoue,”
Inoue starts and turns her head towards the door. Kurosaki is standing there.
“Kurosaki-kun!” She says brightly, her whole face lights up and she waves a hand happily.
Ishida feels ill.
Then, Kurosaki nods as a greeting. “Oi, Ishida.”
“Kurosaki,” he returns. Kurosaki smirks and looks at Inoue again.
“Ready to go?”
Inoue smiles, “Yes.” Kurosaki waits patiently as Inoue gathers her things. “Bye-bye, Ishida-kun! See you tomorrow!”
He nods, and watches Kurosaki reach for Inoue’s hand. Their fingers touch, Inoue smiles and Kurosaki’s scowl melts away.
There is a distant sound of something splintering - which he ignores.
Ishida looks away, and watches the sunset. Everything fades away except for the room and the desk where she has sat.
Keigo is talking and Mizuiro is not replying, busy with his cell phone, as usual. Sado is quiet, Kurosaki eats his lunch.
“You’re more odd than usual.” Kurosaki says all of a sudden without looking at him.
He does not reply.
“Oi! I’m talking to you!”
Sado looks up and glances at Kurosaki and Ishida. Kurosaki is glaring at Ishida while the latter ignores the orange-haired boy.
“What is your problem,” grunts Kurosaki, looking aggravated. Keigo stops his blabbering and Mizuiro looks up his phone. A long silence stretches. Then, Ishida packs up and leaves the rooftop.
Kurosaki looks at Sado.
“What the hell was that?”
One more time. One more act.
The cherry blossoms are in bloom. Looking at them, Ishida feels optimistic.
His fellow graduates congratulate him - nice speech, president! Congrats, top one student! Good luck! Have fun in Tokyo U!
“It was a good speech, Ishida-kun!” says Inoue. The corner of his mouth lifts in a small, grateful smile. Her long hair dances in the wind around her, behind her. “Good luck in Tokyo University. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She adds.
“Thank you. Where are you going for college?”
“I was accepted in Kyoto University.”
He blinks and says carefully, “Same with… Kurosaki,”
Inoue blushes, smiling. “Yes. We… We decided to go to the same university.”
He swallows. “I see.”
Inoue nods, still smiling. “I have to go, Ishida-kun! Tatsuki-chan is probably looking for me.” Inoue turns to go but he takes her wrist, halting her departure.
“Please wait.”
Inoue pauses for a moment, looking at him curiously. “Ishida-kun-”
“Inoue,” a familiar voice interrupts. They both look in the direction of that voice.
“Kurosaki-kun…”
Kurosaki smiles a little at Inoue. His face softens a little, but his scowl remains. “I was looking for you.” And then, his gaze lingers on the hand holding her wrist. Inoue carefully takes her hand. Kurosaki slowly turns to Inoue. “Tatsuki is waiting for you.” He says.
“Y-Yes…” Inoue glances over at Ishida. “Congratulations again, Ishida-kun. Please keep in touch, okay? Kurosaki-kun gave me a cell phone for my birthday last year and he taught me how to use it.” She looks up to the orange-haired boy. “Let’s go, Kurosaki-kun?”
Kurosaki nods and offers her his hand. She takes it, and Ishida, he feels sick, so ill. He turns around without a word.
“Ishida-kun, is there something wrong?”
Everything, he wants to say but chooses to stay quiet and stares at the blooming cherry trees.
“Oi, you okay?” Kurosaki’s voice. He can picture him frowning. “Ishida-”
“I’m fine.” He says and starts to walk away.
It feels like he is in a movie.
And he, he is one of the extra characters, made to stand in the background, watch the main pair go by, exchange words, brush fingertips, create a once-upon-a-time, many in-betweens, and hopefully, a happily-ever-after.
The scene blurs, the colors turn into sepia, and a voice says,
“You may kiss the bride.”
He closes his eyes, everything turns black and the credits roll.