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Title: Birthday
Fandom:: Bleach
Rating:PG-13
Theme: Obon/bed
Summary: Obon is one Ichigo's birthday...
Character(s):
Warnings: none
Spoilers:
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite
Bete'd:
Notes:
When he was younger Ichigo used to love Obon, it was on of his favorite celebrations. It was even more special that it fell on his birthday, seeing all those spirits come and visit their family.
Though it wasn’t until after his mother died that the holiday turned sour for him. He never understood why she never visited and he just chalked it up as religious myth.
Then he met Rukia and learned just why his mother never came around. The taste in his mouth became worse after that information and at some level it was harder to be around his family.
“Ichi-nii!” he heard his sisters yell form down stairs, “are you cleaning up there? Karin and I are going to the market with dad! So it better be clean for tomorrow.” and then it was gone alone with the sound of the door slamming and Karin’s yells at the old man.
Sometimes he’s sure that his family forgets that tomorrow is his birthday also.
He starts to vacuum the floor only to get a glare from Rukia who sits in the closet. He ignored the stare, she wanted to stay there she would have to put up with the noise.
“Ichigo?” he heard her voice as he shut the machine off, “what exactly is everyone doing?” her voice held real curiosity.
“Tomorrow is Obon, which you have to clean and set vegetables out before the alter for your ancestors to come and visit.” he scoffed, “it’s a silly holiday but they like celebrating it.” he wiped his window and stared to air out the room. “Plus, it’s my birthday tomorrow.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter though. In the evening we send off the Toro Nagashi and then I can have my birthday cake and presents.”
“That actually sounds fun.” he was surprised at that response, he looked over at her and saw that she was serious. “When do we start?” she smiled.
“Tomorrow.” they had been though many things the past year, but this was the first time he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. “What are you planning, Rukia?”
“Nothing, nothing at all Ichigo.” she smirked, “don’t you trust me?”
He didn’t say anything to that, she had already left the room. Making him realize just how messy she left his closet.
When would she realize that she hared a room with his sisters and that his closet was off limits?
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They had just returned from setting off the Toro Nagashi. The house was quite and he swore he could hear some sobbing from his sisters room.
It was a happy day and a sad day, he looked at the presents they gave him that day.
His door opened then, bringing light into the room, “Ichigo,” he heard her whisper as she shut the door.
“Rukia?”
She walked over to were he was sitting on the bed, she stood between his legs. Her hands going through his hair “Happy birthday,” she whispered as she kissed his forehead.
His hands tightened on her hips as she moved him back onto the bed and moving on top of him.
“Rukia..” he whispered his voice raspy.
“Don’t move, this is your birthday present.” and she kissed him on the lips.
He had to say it was his best birthday and Obon celebration he had in a long time.
Fandom:: Bleach
Rating:PG-13
Theme: Obon/bed
Summary: Obon is one Ichigo's birthday...
Character(s):
Warnings: none
Spoilers:
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite
Bete'd:
Notes:
When he was younger Ichigo used to love Obon, it was on of his favorite celebrations. It was even more special that it fell on his birthday, seeing all those spirits come and visit their family.
Though it wasn’t until after his mother died that the holiday turned sour for him. He never understood why she never visited and he just chalked it up as religious myth.
Then he met Rukia and learned just why his mother never came around. The taste in his mouth became worse after that information and at some level it was harder to be around his family.
“Ichi-nii!” he heard his sisters yell form down stairs, “are you cleaning up there? Karin and I are going to the market with dad! So it better be clean for tomorrow.” and then it was gone alone with the sound of the door slamming and Karin’s yells at the old man.
Sometimes he’s sure that his family forgets that tomorrow is his birthday also.
He starts to vacuum the floor only to get a glare from Rukia who sits in the closet. He ignored the stare, she wanted to stay there she would have to put up with the noise.
“Ichigo?” he heard her voice as he shut the machine off, “what exactly is everyone doing?” her voice held real curiosity.
“Tomorrow is Obon, which you have to clean and set vegetables out before the alter for your ancestors to come and visit.” he scoffed, “it’s a silly holiday but they like celebrating it.” he wiped his window and stared to air out the room. “Plus, it’s my birthday tomorrow.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter though. In the evening we send off the Toro Nagashi and then I can have my birthday cake and presents.”
“That actually sounds fun.” he was surprised at that response, he looked over at her and saw that she was serious. “When do we start?” she smiled.
“Tomorrow.” they had been though many things the past year, but this was the first time he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. “What are you planning, Rukia?”
“Nothing, nothing at all Ichigo.” she smirked, “don’t you trust me?”
He didn’t say anything to that, she had already left the room. Making him realize just how messy she left his closet.
When would she realize that she hared a room with his sisters and that his closet was off limits?
________________________________________________
They had just returned from setting off the Toro Nagashi. The house was quite and he swore he could hear some sobbing from his sisters room.
It was a happy day and a sad day, he looked at the presents they gave him that day.
His door opened then, bringing light into the room, “Ichigo,” he heard her whisper as she shut the door.
“Rukia?”
She walked over to were he was sitting on the bed, she stood between his legs. Her hands going through his hair “Happy birthday,” she whispered as she kissed his forehead.
His hands tightened on her hips as she moved him back onto the bed and moving on top of him.
“Rukia..” he whispered his voice raspy.
“Don’t move, this is your birthday present.” and she kissed him on the lips.
He had to say it was his best birthday and Obon celebration he had in a long time.