Fanfiction - If I were the rain
Title: If I were the rain
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Ulquiorra Schiffer, Inoue Orihime
Claim: Ulquiorra Schiffer/ Inoue Orihime
Prompt: #66 - Rain
Word Count: 775
Rating: T
Author's Note: I probably mixed up a bunch of prompts together but oh well >< Nikuman is like Chinese steamed buns
It was cold, so cold. And in the rain, he was waiting.
(For what? You do not need to know.)
Splash Splash Splash
The echo of hurried feet hitting the wet streets quickly drowned out the sound of carefully taken steps and raindrops colliding with umbrellas.
"Hey mister, what are you doing here? It's raining!"
He knew that. He was just waiting. (Though it probably wouldn't come. No, not in this rain.)
"I know. Go away."
"You don't have an umbrella."
He knew that too. But this time he kept his mouth firmly shut. Silence followed after and he hoped that whoever was disturbing his peace would be discouraged enough to go along their way.
"Here."
Persistance is the greatest flaw of human design.
He turned towards the source of the chipper voice with the full intention of explaining that he much preferred waiting in the rain... but paused.
It was a young girl looking up at him. The hood from her ridiculously yellow raincoat hid most of her head except for the large brown eyes and the bits of warmly colored hair that hung out bashfully from under their cover. Her cheeks were flushed in with a faint pink as if she had been running while her breath came in shallow quickness. And her lips, they were of the purest crimson he had ever seen.
(So warm, so warm.)
The umbrella she offered was her own, which was also ridiculously yellow. Her fingers were thoughtfully placed on the handle so that there would be room for his own. He continued to stare at the small white hand that held the offering, not looking at the frown beginning to form on her forehead.
"It's okay. I have my raincoat so I won't get wet. Oh and boots too. So it's alright."
She smiled, her lips parting slightly to give the tiniest hint of a row of pearly teeth beneath. A friendly girl. Perhaps a little too friendly. He kept his hands in his pocket as he continued to watch her from the corner of his eyes.
"You're getting wet! What if you get a cold? That'd be the worst! Here. It's okay. You don't need to give it back to me. I have a lot at my house: about thirty I think! That's a pretty good collection isn't it?"
How old was she? She talked like she was still in grade school. Hadn't she heard of muggers or thieves or rapists?
"Please?"
... No one ever begged for help to be taken. Everyone always begged for help.
(An anomaly in the millions of mundane people, right under his nose. To catch even a bit of it-)
Slowly, and even more suspiciously, he took the umbrella from her extended hand.
And as his hands closed around hers, he held on. Her hand, her skin, her very pore radiated unbelievable warmth. Not hotness: just warmth. (Like sitting in front of a crackling hearth on a winter day, leaning in further again until the flames almost lick the fingers.) With just a pulse from her blood the tiniest trace of comfort reached his skin...
He quickly drew his hand back, taking the umbrella abruptly. She also drew her hand back, her cheeks a darker rose than before.
"Oh... um... uh..." She scratched her head in awkwardness. Was she stupid? Most women would run off screaming 'sexual harrassment' to the heavens. Then again, (an anomaly) she was probably too young to know what to do.
"I'm sorry." He said. He hated saying 'sorry' but now, it seemed like a necessity more than ever.
(Like a sin isn't it?)
"No no it's alright!" Waving her arms frantically she replied with panic. "Um... well anyways, I'm glad you didn't have an umbrella or else I might never have seen you! Not that you having an umbrella is a good thing. Oh and here..."
She reached into a plastic bag she held, pulling out a large dumpling wrapped in paper.
"It's nikuman they were selling in the corner. They sold out now so this is probably one of the last ones. Don't worry, it's good!"
She placed the food in his hand, almost forcing him to grip it. Before he could reply she was already gone with a wave and a happy 'good bye'.
Normally this kind of gratuitous charity would disgust him. He would have thrown down the dumpling immediately, maybe even stomped on the umbrella. Though it still made him sick, he stood transfixed on the meaty piece of dough. Even in the cold rain (especially in the cold rain) he could still feel the warmth from her little hand.
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Ulquiorra Schiffer, Inoue Orihime
Claim: Ulquiorra Schiffer/ Inoue Orihime
Prompt: #66 - Rain
Word Count: 775
Rating: T
Author's Note: I probably mixed up a bunch of prompts together but oh well >< Nikuman is like Chinese steamed buns
It was cold, so cold. And in the rain, he was waiting.
(For what? You do not need to know.)
Splash Splash Splash
The echo of hurried feet hitting the wet streets quickly drowned out the sound of carefully taken steps and raindrops colliding with umbrellas.
"Hey mister, what are you doing here? It's raining!"
He knew that. He was just waiting. (Though it probably wouldn't come. No, not in this rain.)
"I know. Go away."
"You don't have an umbrella."
He knew that too. But this time he kept his mouth firmly shut. Silence followed after and he hoped that whoever was disturbing his peace would be discouraged enough to go along their way.
"Here."
Persistance is the greatest flaw of human design.
He turned towards the source of the chipper voice with the full intention of explaining that he much preferred waiting in the rain... but paused.
It was a young girl looking up at him. The hood from her ridiculously yellow raincoat hid most of her head except for the large brown eyes and the bits of warmly colored hair that hung out bashfully from under their cover. Her cheeks were flushed in with a faint pink as if she had been running while her breath came in shallow quickness. And her lips, they were of the purest crimson he had ever seen.
(So warm, so warm.)
The umbrella she offered was her own, which was also ridiculously yellow. Her fingers were thoughtfully placed on the handle so that there would be room for his own. He continued to stare at the small white hand that held the offering, not looking at the frown beginning to form on her forehead.
"It's okay. I have my raincoat so I won't get wet. Oh and boots too. So it's alright."
She smiled, her lips parting slightly to give the tiniest hint of a row of pearly teeth beneath. A friendly girl. Perhaps a little too friendly. He kept his hands in his pocket as he continued to watch her from the corner of his eyes.
"You're getting wet! What if you get a cold? That'd be the worst! Here. It's okay. You don't need to give it back to me. I have a lot at my house: about thirty I think! That's a pretty good collection isn't it?"
How old was she? She talked like she was still in grade school. Hadn't she heard of muggers or thieves or rapists?
"Please?"
... No one ever begged for help to be taken. Everyone always begged for help.
(An anomaly in the millions of mundane people, right under his nose. To catch even a bit of it-)
Slowly, and even more suspiciously, he took the umbrella from her extended hand.
And as his hands closed around hers, he held on. Her hand, her skin, her very pore radiated unbelievable warmth. Not hotness: just warmth. (Like sitting in front of a crackling hearth on a winter day, leaning in further again until the flames almost lick the fingers.) With just a pulse from her blood the tiniest trace of comfort reached his skin...
He quickly drew his hand back, taking the umbrella abruptly. She also drew her hand back, her cheeks a darker rose than before.
"Oh... um... uh..." She scratched her head in awkwardness. Was she stupid? Most women would run off screaming 'sexual harrassment' to the heavens. Then again, (an anomaly) she was probably too young to know what to do.
"I'm sorry." He said. He hated saying 'sorry' but now, it seemed like a necessity more than ever.
(Like a sin isn't it?)
"No no it's alright!" Waving her arms frantically she replied with panic. "Um... well anyways, I'm glad you didn't have an umbrella or else I might never have seen you! Not that you having an umbrella is a good thing. Oh and here..."
She reached into a plastic bag she held, pulling out a large dumpling wrapped in paper.
"It's nikuman they were selling in the corner. They sold out now so this is probably one of the last ones. Don't worry, it's good!"
She placed the food in his hand, almost forcing him to grip it. Before he could reply she was already gone with a wave and a happy 'good bye'.
Normally this kind of gratuitous charity would disgust him. He would have thrown down the dumpling immediately, maybe even stomped on the umbrella. Though it still made him sick, he stood transfixed on the meaty piece of dough. Even in the cold rain (especially in the cold rain) he could still feel the warmth from her little hand.