FANFIC DUMP II: IchiHime, Gen
Title: Hang-ups
Characters: Ichigo, Tatsuki, Ochi sensei, Orihime (mentioned)
Pairing: IchiHime (Hinted)
Rating: G
Author's Note: Don’t own. You know the rest.
******
He knew something was off that day.
There were only a couple of minutes left before the first class started yet Orihime was nowhere to be seen.
Glancing at his watch one more time, Ichigo found his scowl deepening. This wasn't right. Orihime was usually in class before him. Even when she wasn't, she usually came in a couple of minutes after.
Yet there was literally seconds to the start of the class and she had not appeared. He tried calling her mobile; only to remember she had to get it fixed and ringing her main line had proved fruitless. This wasn't helped by the absence of Tatsuki. Her phone line wasn't working either. Lifting his head to scan the classroom, Ichigo found nothing more unusual that day. Chad was already seated, and so were Mizuro and Keigo. Ishida gave him a quick glance over before turning back to continue with his reading.
So far, so normal.
Yet Ichigo sat there in frustration. What was going on? She wasn't sick that was for sure. The last time he saw her, she was softly tucked in to bed, very pink but nonetheless very healthy. Nor had she given any indication the night before that she was coming down with something. Reconsidering those facts only managed to get Ichigo even more frustrated. Maybe she was helping a homeless person? Or an abandoned cat? She must have gotten carried away and decided to take it to a shelter, or perhaps she hadn't finished the English assignment that they had hand in that day and was cramming? Well that that made even less sense, Ichigo remembered Orihime flashing her completed assignment to him only days before.
Before Ichigo could think any more he heard the sound of classroom door slid open, the young homeroom teacher coming inside. Ichigo stood, just like the other students, figuring he'd have to skip a class to see what happened to Orihime. As Ochi-sensei made her way to the front classroom, Ichigo attempted to configure a legitimate-sounding excuse he could use to go check up on Orihime.
Yet as soon as the homeroom teacher had made her way to the front of the class, the door slammed open. Ichigo shifted his concentration to the noise, where an exhausted and panting Tatsuki stood, her bangs covering her eyes with her hands gripping her bag tightly.
'Sorry sensei,' she managed to murmur, 'I had to get a note for class.'
Taking in a deep breath, Tatsuki walked up to front of class and handed Ms Ochi a folded note. Ichigo watched curiously as the home teacher read it, her lips becoming slightly tight.
'Hmmm. Well that’s fine. But tell Inoue I need a makeup note after, okay?'
Tatsuki nodded and walked to her seat. However, Ichigo found her looking directly at him, with one of the darkest expressions he had ever seen. As soon as he saw it, it seemed to disappear as Tatsuki stood next to her seat and waved off the nervous glances coming from Michiru and Chizuru.
What was going on?
*****
Lunchtime had managed to arrive, yet Ichigo couldn't claim he was relieved. All through class he could feel Tatsuki’s glare at him and he found himself unable to concentrate properly in the simplest classes. His unease was noticed by both Chad and Mizuru, who dragged along a worried Keigo to their usual roof time spot, promising they'd leave a space for him to join them later. Orihime's group of friends seemed to be hurdling around Tatsuki who he could hear promise she would meet up with them soon enough. Ichigo wasn't aware they were the only ones left in class (As it appeared others were too scared to enter) until Tatsuki walked up to his desk, and slammed her hands on the table.
'You idiot.' she hissed, angrily 'Just what the hell is wrong with you?'
Ichigo looked up at her stunned. When this subsided his scowl returned, with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.
'What the hell was that for?' asked Ichigo, 'You've been glaring at me through class and now your acting like a stu-'
'Shut up.' Ordered Tatsuki, 'I really can't believe you sometimes. How she puts up with a punk like you I don't know.'
'You shut up!' Repeated Ichigo, now standing and eyeing the classroom door, 'And don't bring Orihime into this. I know I should have left earlier okay, so I’m going to see her now, seeing she's sick.'
'She isn't sick.'
Ichigo stood still momentarily. Slowly he turned back to Tatsuki.
'What?'
'She isn't sick.' Repeated Tatsuki darkly, 'So don't try and raid the clinics medical supplies for nothing.'
Not sick? Ichigo swallowed nervously, then why did Tatsuki....
'The note was for her English assignment,' said Tatsuki, knowing the confused look on his face, 'I'm planning to pass it on to Ochi-sensei later.'
She took a full glance of Ichigo, standing there half confused and half sheepish. Letting out a snort, she folded her arms and sighed. This was the kid she was beating at karate not too long ago. It was almost ironic.
'Then where is she?' questioned Ichigo cautiously, 'Is she okay? Did one of her relatives come over? What happened to her?'
'You.' replied Tatsuki dryly, still irritated yet slightly amused at Ichigo's confused expression.
'What?'
'She can't walk.' Said Tatsuki, hoping the words would sink into the air for a few minutes. Ichigo stood there baffled.
'Can't...walk....?' Asked Ichigo. What on earth could that mean?
When realisation dawned on him, Ichigo froze. It had hit him as suddenly as anything had ever hit him before.
Tatsuki had to admit it was the most reddish-tint of a blush that she had ever seen before.
Characters: Ichigo, Tatsuki, Ochi sensei, Orihime (mentioned)
Pairing: IchiHime (Hinted)
Rating: G
Author's Note: Don’t own. You know the rest.
******
He knew something was off that day.
There were only a couple of minutes left before the first class started yet Orihime was nowhere to be seen.
Glancing at his watch one more time, Ichigo found his scowl deepening. This wasn't right. Orihime was usually in class before him. Even when she wasn't, she usually came in a couple of minutes after.
Yet there was literally seconds to the start of the class and she had not appeared. He tried calling her mobile; only to remember she had to get it fixed and ringing her main line had proved fruitless. This wasn't helped by the absence of Tatsuki. Her phone line wasn't working either. Lifting his head to scan the classroom, Ichigo found nothing more unusual that day. Chad was already seated, and so were Mizuro and Keigo. Ishida gave him a quick glance over before turning back to continue with his reading.
So far, so normal.
Yet Ichigo sat there in frustration. What was going on? She wasn't sick that was for sure. The last time he saw her, she was softly tucked in to bed, very pink but nonetheless very healthy. Nor had she given any indication the night before that she was coming down with something. Reconsidering those facts only managed to get Ichigo even more frustrated. Maybe she was helping a homeless person? Or an abandoned cat? She must have gotten carried away and decided to take it to a shelter, or perhaps she hadn't finished the English assignment that they had hand in that day and was cramming? Well that that made even less sense, Ichigo remembered Orihime flashing her completed assignment to him only days before.
Before Ichigo could think any more he heard the sound of classroom door slid open, the young homeroom teacher coming inside. Ichigo stood, just like the other students, figuring he'd have to skip a class to see what happened to Orihime. As Ochi-sensei made her way to the front classroom, Ichigo attempted to configure a legitimate-sounding excuse he could use to go check up on Orihime.
Yet as soon as the homeroom teacher had made her way to the front of the class, the door slammed open. Ichigo shifted his concentration to the noise, where an exhausted and panting Tatsuki stood, her bangs covering her eyes with her hands gripping her bag tightly.
'Sorry sensei,' she managed to murmur, 'I had to get a note for class.'
Taking in a deep breath, Tatsuki walked up to front of class and handed Ms Ochi a folded note. Ichigo watched curiously as the home teacher read it, her lips becoming slightly tight.
'Hmmm. Well that’s fine. But tell Inoue I need a makeup note after, okay?'
Tatsuki nodded and walked to her seat. However, Ichigo found her looking directly at him, with one of the darkest expressions he had ever seen. As soon as he saw it, it seemed to disappear as Tatsuki stood next to her seat and waved off the nervous glances coming from Michiru and Chizuru.
What was going on?
*****
Lunchtime had managed to arrive, yet Ichigo couldn't claim he was relieved. All through class he could feel Tatsuki’s glare at him and he found himself unable to concentrate properly in the simplest classes. His unease was noticed by both Chad and Mizuru, who dragged along a worried Keigo to their usual roof time spot, promising they'd leave a space for him to join them later. Orihime's group of friends seemed to be hurdling around Tatsuki who he could hear promise she would meet up with them soon enough. Ichigo wasn't aware they were the only ones left in class (As it appeared others were too scared to enter) until Tatsuki walked up to his desk, and slammed her hands on the table.
'You idiot.' she hissed, angrily 'Just what the hell is wrong with you?'
Ichigo looked up at her stunned. When this subsided his scowl returned, with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.
'What the hell was that for?' asked Ichigo, 'You've been glaring at me through class and now your acting like a stu-'
'Shut up.' Ordered Tatsuki, 'I really can't believe you sometimes. How she puts up with a punk like you I don't know.'
'You shut up!' Repeated Ichigo, now standing and eyeing the classroom door, 'And don't bring Orihime into this. I know I should have left earlier okay, so I’m going to see her now, seeing she's sick.'
'She isn't sick.'
Ichigo stood still momentarily. Slowly he turned back to Tatsuki.
'What?'
'She isn't sick.' Repeated Tatsuki darkly, 'So don't try and raid the clinics medical supplies for nothing.'
Not sick? Ichigo swallowed nervously, then why did Tatsuki....
'The note was for her English assignment,' said Tatsuki, knowing the confused look on his face, 'I'm planning to pass it on to Ochi-sensei later.'
She took a full glance of Ichigo, standing there half confused and half sheepish. Letting out a snort, she folded her arms and sighed. This was the kid she was beating at karate not too long ago. It was almost ironic.
'Then where is she?' questioned Ichigo cautiously, 'Is she okay? Did one of her relatives come over? What happened to her?'
'You.' replied Tatsuki dryly, still irritated yet slightly amused at Ichigo's confused expression.
'What?'
'She can't walk.' Said Tatsuki, hoping the words would sink into the air for a few minutes. Ichigo stood there baffled.
'Can't...walk....?' Asked Ichigo. What on earth could that mean?
When realisation dawned on him, Ichigo froze. It had hit him as suddenly as anything had ever hit him before.
Tatsuki had to admit it was the most reddish-tint of a blush that she had ever seen before.