Soon to be titled
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
This is dedicated to my Draiol-sama, I hope your hand heals up and I love you dearly!
Chapter 1. Are you there God? It's me, Ichigo.
In which the actors are summoned for their first meeting
Murphy's law states, "if anything can go wrong, it will."
I met her in a very unordinary manner in a very unordinary time of my life. To this day, I can't remember what she said, what the weather was, but I remember her panties. Strawberry panties.
Ichigo crammed an already crumpled piece of paper into his pocket. He pulled it out, hoping that in all that work, the grade might have changed.
Unfortunately, the red numbers scrawled in the corner still meant that he failed the test. He let out a string of curses under his breath. He was not pleased.
Of course, how could he be pleased? This was a difficult course, low pass rate, impossible finals, and a course he was required to complete.
He decided that cramming that test into his bag would have to do for now. He jumped up from the bench and stuffed his hands in his pocket, sulking.
But even if he thought he had it bad, he could find someone who had it worse. Take the girl about to jump off the roof of a building he was about to walk by.
She had been standing at the edge for about fifteen minutes, not too many people on campus to notice her yet, then again the sun was bright and it generally hurt your eyes to look anywhere near the sun this time of year. Yet she still stood, looking down at no one in particular. She didn't need any sort of courage to go through with it. She had been thinking about it for a long time, but now that she was here, she really like the view.
Then, of course, she wanted to know how far up it was. She ought to know, as this was decided long before she got to this point, so spending another minute trying to figure out the height of the building before she leaped to her death couldn't hurt.
Gathering a fair amount of spit in her mouth, she leaned forward, her arms still linked onto the railing. She let it fall from her mouth but at this height she really couldn't when it hit the ground. Deciding that it was certainly too much saliva and not enough phlegm, she hacked up something deep from the bottoms of her sinuses out on to a poor passerby.
This poor passerby, (we'll just call him Ichigo), did not appreciate this one bit. In fact, he retched as he brought his hand from the back of his neck (curious human nature, he had to know what it was). Trying his best to fling the slimy stuff from his hand, he looked up to the sky and wondered why God decided to hack loogies at him. Upon further inspection, he saw that it was not God but a person, a person standing precariously close to the edge of the building.
Not that he should care that the person was on the verge of jumping, the thought hadn't crossed his mind, but he really wanted to give that person a piece of his mind. Spitting? How juvenile.
By the time Ichigo reached the roof access, she already had a foot hanging off the ledge. This was supposed to be a serene moment for her, she planned to think whether or not she could possibly fly at this height (she decided earlier that she would not fly but indeed soar but it was still nice to think about at this moment nevertheless). Moving her body more away from the railing, she felt at ease with her heart. But feelings like this never lasted long.
"Hey kid, what are you doing?" The voice didn't sound particularly pleased, in fact the voice was more than pissed off to learn that some kid was spitting at people below. It startled her, so she tightened her hold on the railing. She regarded him with an annoyed look. First of all, how dare he call her a kid? Turning back to her sky, she tried to find that calm again.
"Che, how annoying. Hey brat! Brat! I'm talking to you!" He yelled at her. She threw her head over her shoulder to glare at him. She opened her mouth to tell him to beat it but he beat her to it.
"Nasty! I can't believe you're up here, spitting at people?!" He reached over to feel the back of his neck, it was still sticky from her projectile present. He closed his eyes and shuddered in disgust.
"How annoying, didn't anyone teach you manners? What the hell are you-"
Naturally his rant was cut short by a foot implanted in his face. He looked up, the bright sun blinded his view of her face but not of the view of her panties.
"Strawberries." He slipped out before he could stop himself. Although he could have said something really perverse at that point, it still got the point across that not only did he yell at this girl, he also snuck a peak at her panties.
Her nostrils flared, something he came to know that she only did that when she was really pissed off. She took a tight hold of his shirt and brought her face close to his, something he came to know was in perfect range to kiss her and fluster her (thereby making her momentarily paralyzed but she, of course, caught on to this trick). She started to yell in her surprisingly alto voice, something that still threw him off, he had expected someone so tiny to have a pleasant, soft voice.
"Hey! Don't come up here and yell at me to distract me from your perverted agenda! Now that I know what kind of pervert you are, you deserved to be spit upon!" Her argument didn't make sense but that didn't matter, she brought him closer.
"Don't call me 'kid' unless you have a death wish, I should kill you right now but I don't kill people on Tuesdays."
She released his shirt and walked away. He ruined her plans for the afternoon, therefore she would have to go sulk in some coffee shop until it was time to return home. Ichigo simply stared at her as she walked away, wondering what kind of walking train wreck she was. He then later prayed to some higher being that he would have the fortune of never seeing her again.
Fate works in mysterious ways.
Note: I don't know if I like the title yet but so far, this chapter pleases me enough to post it!
Rating: PG-13
This is dedicated to my Draiol-sama, I hope your hand heals up and I love you dearly!
Chapter 1. Are you there God? It's me, Ichigo.
In which the actors are summoned for their first meeting
Murphy's law states, "if anything can go wrong, it will."
I met her in a very unordinary manner in a very unordinary time of my life. To this day, I can't remember what she said, what the weather was, but I remember her panties. Strawberry panties.
Ichigo crammed an already crumpled piece of paper into his pocket. He pulled it out, hoping that in all that work, the grade might have changed.
Unfortunately, the red numbers scrawled in the corner still meant that he failed the test. He let out a string of curses under his breath. He was not pleased.
Of course, how could he be pleased? This was a difficult course, low pass rate, impossible finals, and a course he was required to complete.
He decided that cramming that test into his bag would have to do for now. He jumped up from the bench and stuffed his hands in his pocket, sulking.
But even if he thought he had it bad, he could find someone who had it worse. Take the girl about to jump off the roof of a building he was about to walk by.
She had been standing at the edge for about fifteen minutes, not too many people on campus to notice her yet, then again the sun was bright and it generally hurt your eyes to look anywhere near the sun this time of year. Yet she still stood, looking down at no one in particular. She didn't need any sort of courage to go through with it. She had been thinking about it for a long time, but now that she was here, she really like the view.
Then, of course, she wanted to know how far up it was. She ought to know, as this was decided long before she got to this point, so spending another minute trying to figure out the height of the building before she leaped to her death couldn't hurt.
Gathering a fair amount of spit in her mouth, she leaned forward, her arms still linked onto the railing. She let it fall from her mouth but at this height she really couldn't when it hit the ground. Deciding that it was certainly too much saliva and not enough phlegm, she hacked up something deep from the bottoms of her sinuses out on to a poor passerby.
This poor passerby, (we'll just call him Ichigo), did not appreciate this one bit. In fact, he retched as he brought his hand from the back of his neck (curious human nature, he had to know what it was). Trying his best to fling the slimy stuff from his hand, he looked up to the sky and wondered why God decided to hack loogies at him. Upon further inspection, he saw that it was not God but a person, a person standing precariously close to the edge of the building.
Not that he should care that the person was on the verge of jumping, the thought hadn't crossed his mind, but he really wanted to give that person a piece of his mind. Spitting? How juvenile.
By the time Ichigo reached the roof access, she already had a foot hanging off the ledge. This was supposed to be a serene moment for her, she planned to think whether or not she could possibly fly at this height (she decided earlier that she would not fly but indeed soar but it was still nice to think about at this moment nevertheless). Moving her body more away from the railing, she felt at ease with her heart. But feelings like this never lasted long.
"Hey kid, what are you doing?" The voice didn't sound particularly pleased, in fact the voice was more than pissed off to learn that some kid was spitting at people below. It startled her, so she tightened her hold on the railing. She regarded him with an annoyed look. First of all, how dare he call her a kid? Turning back to her sky, she tried to find that calm again.
"Che, how annoying. Hey brat! Brat! I'm talking to you!" He yelled at her. She threw her head over her shoulder to glare at him. She opened her mouth to tell him to beat it but he beat her to it.
"Nasty! I can't believe you're up here, spitting at people?!" He reached over to feel the back of his neck, it was still sticky from her projectile present. He closed his eyes and shuddered in disgust.
"How annoying, didn't anyone teach you manners? What the hell are you-"
Naturally his rant was cut short by a foot implanted in his face. He looked up, the bright sun blinded his view of her face but not of the view of her panties.
"Strawberries." He slipped out before he could stop himself. Although he could have said something really perverse at that point, it still got the point across that not only did he yell at this girl, he also snuck a peak at her panties.
Her nostrils flared, something he came to know that she only did that when she was really pissed off. She took a tight hold of his shirt and brought her face close to his, something he came to know was in perfect range to kiss her and fluster her (thereby making her momentarily paralyzed but she, of course, caught on to this trick). She started to yell in her surprisingly alto voice, something that still threw him off, he had expected someone so tiny to have a pleasant, soft voice.
"Hey! Don't come up here and yell at me to distract me from your perverted agenda! Now that I know what kind of pervert you are, you deserved to be spit upon!" Her argument didn't make sense but that didn't matter, she brought him closer.
"Don't call me 'kid' unless you have a death wish, I should kill you right now but I don't kill people on Tuesdays."
She released his shirt and walked away. He ruined her plans for the afternoon, therefore she would have to go sulk in some coffee shop until it was time to return home. Ichigo simply stared at her as she walked away, wondering what kind of walking train wreck she was. He then later prayed to some higher being that he would have the fortune of never seeing her again.
Fate works in mysterious ways.
Note: I don't know if I like the title yet but so far, this chapter pleases me enough to post it!