Hee hee.
I almost feel like I'm spamming the community with all these drabbles! This one is a shortie, actually somewhat inspired by some of the reviews I've gotten on other drabbles...
telling me how nicely I've kept everyone in character. So, I thought I'd have some fun with that.
11. Going with your gut reaction
The sun was setting behind them, burnishing his hair red-gold and casting his face into shadow. He stood ramrod straight, his hands shoved into his pockets; his tension was palpable.
“Why did you bring me out here, Ichigo?” Rukia asked curiously, cocking her head to try and get a better look at his expression. She hated not being able to read him easily.
They were in the public park near his house, alone for the moment, the swings and slides deserted. It was dinner time, after all.
“I wanted to speak to you, alone.” He replied, quietly.
Although she could not see his face, his voice gave her pause. He sounded serious and somewhat unlike his usual self.
“What’s wrong?” She reached out and tugged one of his sleeves, wanting him to hurry up and tell her what was bothering him.
He pulled his hand from his pocket and grabbed hers, squeezing it lightly. “Nothing is wrong, Rukia. I just…I wanted you to know that I…I love you.”
She felt the shock of his words reverberate through her. “You do?”
“I always have. Since the moment I first saw you. I thought you were so beautiful and elegant, so much better than me. I know I’m not good enough for you, Rukia, but I had to tell you how I feel…”
“Oh, Ichigo…” Rukia felt tears prick her eyes. “I love you, too.”
“Rukia…” He said, using his grip on her hand to pull her closer. “I love you, Rukia…” she closed her eyes as he lowered his head to kiss her. “Rukia! Oi! Rukia! Wake the hell up! You’re drooling all over my floor!”
Dazed, Rukia sat up from where she had fallen asleep on Ichigo’s floor. “What?” She blinked and looked around the room, consciousness slowly returning. She glanced up at Ichigo and felt her face burn as memories of her dream assaulted her.
“What’s with that stupid expression?” he scowled down at her from his desk.
“N…nothing!” She blushed harder and dropped her gaze, her eyes landing on the romance manga she had been reading before she fell asleep. On the hot pink cover, a couple stood, locked in a heated embrace among rose petals and bubbles.
“I don’t know how you can read that crap. It rots your brain.” He said disdainfully as his eyes followed hers to the discarded manga with its lurid cover.
“You know, I think you’re right.” She said, flipping the book shut and tossing it into the trash before it could cause any more trouble.
-->Hee hee. The mental image of IchigoLuvPuppy made me giggle. As if this would ever happen. I suspect that if there is ever a confession of love, someone is going to end up with a black eye. And then, make up sex.
telling me how nicely I've kept everyone in character. So, I thought I'd have some fun with that.
11. Going with your gut reaction
The sun was setting behind them, burnishing his hair red-gold and casting his face into shadow. He stood ramrod straight, his hands shoved into his pockets; his tension was palpable.
“Why did you bring me out here, Ichigo?” Rukia asked curiously, cocking her head to try and get a better look at his expression. She hated not being able to read him easily.
They were in the public park near his house, alone for the moment, the swings and slides deserted. It was dinner time, after all.
“I wanted to speak to you, alone.” He replied, quietly.
Although she could not see his face, his voice gave her pause. He sounded serious and somewhat unlike his usual self.
“What’s wrong?” She reached out and tugged one of his sleeves, wanting him to hurry up and tell her what was bothering him.
He pulled his hand from his pocket and grabbed hers, squeezing it lightly. “Nothing is wrong, Rukia. I just…I wanted you to know that I…I love you.”
She felt the shock of his words reverberate through her. “You do?”
“I always have. Since the moment I first saw you. I thought you were so beautiful and elegant, so much better than me. I know I’m not good enough for you, Rukia, but I had to tell you how I feel…”
“Oh, Ichigo…” Rukia felt tears prick her eyes. “I love you, too.”
“Rukia…” He said, using his grip on her hand to pull her closer. “I love you, Rukia…” she closed her eyes as he lowered his head to kiss her. “Rukia! Oi! Rukia! Wake the hell up! You’re drooling all over my floor!”
Dazed, Rukia sat up from where she had fallen asleep on Ichigo’s floor. “What?” She blinked and looked around the room, consciousness slowly returning. She glanced up at Ichigo and felt her face burn as memories of her dream assaulted her.
“What’s with that stupid expression?” he scowled down at her from his desk.
“N…nothing!” She blushed harder and dropped her gaze, her eyes landing on the romance manga she had been reading before she fell asleep. On the hot pink cover, a couple stood, locked in a heated embrace among rose petals and bubbles.
“I don’t know how you can read that crap. It rots your brain.” He said disdainfully as his eyes followed hers to the discarded manga with its lurid cover.
“You know, I think you’re right.” She said, flipping the book shut and tossing it into the trash before it could cause any more trouble.
-->Hee hee. The mental image of IchigoLuvPuppy made me giggle. As if this would ever happen. I suspect that if there is ever a confession of love, someone is going to end up with a black eye. And then, make up sex.