30_wounds; #28 - Papercut
Title: You’re (too) Late
Fandom: Bleach
Character(s): Arisawa Tatsuki
Prompt: #28 - Papercut
Word Count: 342
Rating: PG
Author’s Note: Whee. 8D Tatsuki-muse finally returned! Though, this little thing is not what I originally had planned for my next thing, but whatever. xDD; Enjoy. Because Tatsuki and drama are like peanut butter and jelly. >8D
“Really Tatsuki, everything’s fine! There’s nothing to worry about.”
Orihime’s chipper, happy voice sounds normal as ever, yet you notice something…else in it. Worry? Lies? Sadness?
But you tell yourself, ‘Look at her. She’s fine. There really is nothing to worry about! Come on Tatsuki, just forget about it.’ Still, when you try to ignore it, you can hear every (forced?) laugh she makes, and you can hear the same tinge of “something” there. You’re working your way up to asking again, but stop yourself because Orihime doesn’t lie and when she lies you can tell she’s lying.
So this is how it stays for days. You ignore the nagging suspicions and words that run through your head as you enjoy your time in school (though things are certainly getting weirder with your-supposed-nakama running around all together to fight monsters) and continue like your life is the most ordinary thing in the world. Orihime’s voice and eyes linger in the back of your thoughts though; try as you might to shove them down.
It doesn’t help when you notice that the others are acting a little differently now. Nervous glances, twitchy hands, and hardened eyes do not make for “everything is fine, no worries here.” You try your best to ignore it all and continue life how it should be because hey, if your nakama are the good guys, then don’t you get a happy ending?
In the end though, when Orihime makes her grand disappearance and you nearly punch Ichigo through a window, you knew that this whole thing would come back to bite you in the ass. Like a paper cut that you don’t notice until it’s too late, and you’re scratching that thing like a plague.
Maybe it’s all your fault for not doing anything, not asking enough questions, for waiting till the end, for not putting the damn band aid on your cut.
But it doesn’t matter anymore; your happy life fell apart and you don’t know what to do anymore except sit on your butt and wait.
Fandom: Bleach
Character(s): Arisawa Tatsuki
Prompt: #28 - Papercut
Word Count: 342
Rating: PG
Author’s Note: Whee. 8D Tatsuki-muse finally returned! Though, this little thing is not what I originally had planned for my next thing, but whatever. xDD; Enjoy. Because Tatsuki and drama are like peanut butter and jelly. >8D
“Really Tatsuki, everything’s fine! There’s nothing to worry about.”
Orihime’s chipper, happy voice sounds normal as ever, yet you notice something…else in it. Worry? Lies? Sadness?
But you tell yourself, ‘Look at her. She’s fine. There really is nothing to worry about! Come on Tatsuki, just forget about it.’ Still, when you try to ignore it, you can hear every (forced?) laugh she makes, and you can hear the same tinge of “something” there. You’re working your way up to asking again, but stop yourself because Orihime doesn’t lie and when she lies you can tell she’s lying.
So this is how it stays for days. You ignore the nagging suspicions and words that run through your head as you enjoy your time in school (though things are certainly getting weirder with your-supposed-nakama running around all together to fight monsters) and continue like your life is the most ordinary thing in the world. Orihime’s voice and eyes linger in the back of your thoughts though; try as you might to shove them down.
It doesn’t help when you notice that the others are acting a little differently now. Nervous glances, twitchy hands, and hardened eyes do not make for “everything is fine, no worries here.” You try your best to ignore it all and continue life how it should be because hey, if your nakama are the good guys, then don’t you get a happy ending?
In the end though, when Orihime makes her grand disappearance and you nearly punch Ichigo through a window, you knew that this whole thing would come back to bite you in the ass. Like a paper cut that you don’t notice until it’s too late, and you’re scratching that thing like a plague.
Maybe it’s all your fault for not doing anything, not asking enough questions, for waiting till the end, for not putting the damn band aid on your cut.
But it doesn’t matter anymore; your happy life fell apart and you don’t know what to do anymore except sit on your butt and wait.