Innocent Sky {Rukia/Orihime}
March Challenge @ promptbingo
Prompt: 017
Title: Innocent Sky
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Rukia/Orihime
Word Count: 783
As the evening sky grew darker with each passing second, Orihime’s eyelids grew heavier with the day’s exertion. Not even the fact that she was lying in such close proximity with the other girl beside her could keep her from blinking in and out of sleep. It had been a rather eventful day, what with Ichigo having to deal with a number of hollows that lurked in the playground near the school. Orihime had been there to heal him and Rukia, and though that didn’t take much effort considering how easily the two of them dispatched the hollows, Orihime still felt drained. It was partly due to the many homework teachers had so eagerly assigned them to - Orihime felt like slipping off into dreamland the moment she even thought about it.
A strong wind picked up all of a sudden, sweeping Orihime’s skirt high above her knees. Rukia laughed as she watched her try frantically to still her lower clothing, looking away in embarrassment when she caught sight of Orihime’s orange knickers. The wind sent a shiver up Orihime’s spine, caused the hairs on her arms to stand on end as goose bumps littered her skin, and she curled up against Rukia’s side with a sigh of contentment. Rukia’s arm around her tightened rather protectively. A smile graced Orihime’s lips as she closed her eyes; she could always count on her for warmth.
“Hey, Rukia…” Since their getting together as a couple, Orihime had resulted to abandoning her formal way of calling Rukia. The Kuchiki had insisted in the first place, jumping into a flurry of reasons as to why she should just address her with her full name. This sudden change would have surprised their other friends, and so they only gave way to familiarities whenever they were alone. Besides that, they also didn’t want anyone to know of their relationship. It would be too odd to appear as a… queer couple when all the others were the exact opposite.
“Yes?” Rukia responded, trying to stay awake herself.
“I’ve… I’ve wanted to tell you this for quite some time now…” Orihime looked up at her to find Rukia with her eyes closed. The calm expression that had settled on her face was one Orihime didn’t see often, and for a moment she was afraid of speaking forth her intentions, but after a short while of silence Rukia opened her eyes and returned her gaze.
“What is it?” Rukia looked worried, concerned, and Orihime had no choice but to give in.
“I want to be a shinigami,” she said, wringing her suddenly sweaty hands. “I want to join the Gotei 13.”
Even before she had finished her proclamation, Rukia’s face had drained of its colour, replaced by a pale, almost lifeless mask. All she could do was stare at Orihime, eyes wide without any more desire of going to sleep, and try her best to overcome the shock that had frozen her in place. Orihime looked away, unable to meet Rukia’s questioning stare, turning instead to face the purple glow of the horizon.
“Are you aware that,” Rukia started, slowly controlling her raging emotions wrought about y Orihime’s statement, “that you have to die first in order to become a shinigami in Soul Society?”
“But there’s another way, isn’t there?” Orihime protested. “Like in Ichigo’s case, he didn’t have to die. You gave him shinigami powers, making him a substitute shinigami. I could get someone to give me shini-”
“It won’t work, Orihime.” Rukia’s tone was curt and definite, perfectly showing that she was not to be contradicted. Orihime fell silent right away, biting her lower lip to refrain blurting out anything that would strike another nerve in Rukia. The thought of becoming a shinigami had floated around Orihime’s mind for quite some time now. she often mused to herself what it would be like as one who served in the Gotei 13, fighting for justice, but now that Rukia seemed to disapprove it, Orihime’s hopes were washed down the drain.
Then, Rukia turned towards her and planted a soft kiss to her forehead that puzzled Orihime. Her eyes were gentle, so unlike the piercing stare she always sported.
“Being a shinigami doesn’t suit you, Orihime,” she murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair out of Orihime’s face before rising to her feet. “Let’s go home, it’s getting late.”
Rukia helped Orihime to her feet, avoiding the redhead’s confused eyes. Truth be told, Orihime was a talented healer with skills different from that of the Fourth Division. The Gotei 13 would be lucky to have her, but Rukia just didn’t want her innocence tainted by spilt blood and the smell of rotting flesh.
Prompt: 017
Title: Innocent Sky
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Rukia/Orihime
Word Count: 783
As the evening sky grew darker with each passing second, Orihime’s eyelids grew heavier with the day’s exertion. Not even the fact that she was lying in such close proximity with the other girl beside her could keep her from blinking in and out of sleep. It had been a rather eventful day, what with Ichigo having to deal with a number of hollows that lurked in the playground near the school. Orihime had been there to heal him and Rukia, and though that didn’t take much effort considering how easily the two of them dispatched the hollows, Orihime still felt drained. It was partly due to the many homework teachers had so eagerly assigned them to - Orihime felt like slipping off into dreamland the moment she even thought about it.
A strong wind picked up all of a sudden, sweeping Orihime’s skirt high above her knees. Rukia laughed as she watched her try frantically to still her lower clothing, looking away in embarrassment when she caught sight of Orihime’s orange knickers. The wind sent a shiver up Orihime’s spine, caused the hairs on her arms to stand on end as goose bumps littered her skin, and she curled up against Rukia’s side with a sigh of contentment. Rukia’s arm around her tightened rather protectively. A smile graced Orihime’s lips as she closed her eyes; she could always count on her for warmth.
“Hey, Rukia…” Since their getting together as a couple, Orihime had resulted to abandoning her formal way of calling Rukia. The Kuchiki had insisted in the first place, jumping into a flurry of reasons as to why she should just address her with her full name. This sudden change would have surprised their other friends, and so they only gave way to familiarities whenever they were alone. Besides that, they also didn’t want anyone to know of their relationship. It would be too odd to appear as a… queer couple when all the others were the exact opposite.
“Yes?” Rukia responded, trying to stay awake herself.
“I’ve… I’ve wanted to tell you this for quite some time now…” Orihime looked up at her to find Rukia with her eyes closed. The calm expression that had settled on her face was one Orihime didn’t see often, and for a moment she was afraid of speaking forth her intentions, but after a short while of silence Rukia opened her eyes and returned her gaze.
“What is it?” Rukia looked worried, concerned, and Orihime had no choice but to give in.
“I want to be a shinigami,” she said, wringing her suddenly sweaty hands. “I want to join the Gotei 13.”
Even before she had finished her proclamation, Rukia’s face had drained of its colour, replaced by a pale, almost lifeless mask. All she could do was stare at Orihime, eyes wide without any more desire of going to sleep, and try her best to overcome the shock that had frozen her in place. Orihime looked away, unable to meet Rukia’s questioning stare, turning instead to face the purple glow of the horizon.
“Are you aware that,” Rukia started, slowly controlling her raging emotions wrought about y Orihime’s statement, “that you have to die first in order to become a shinigami in Soul Society?”
“But there’s another way, isn’t there?” Orihime protested. “Like in Ichigo’s case, he didn’t have to die. You gave him shinigami powers, making him a substitute shinigami. I could get someone to give me shini-”
“It won’t work, Orihime.” Rukia’s tone was curt and definite, perfectly showing that she was not to be contradicted. Orihime fell silent right away, biting her lower lip to refrain blurting out anything that would strike another nerve in Rukia. The thought of becoming a shinigami had floated around Orihime’s mind for quite some time now. she often mused to herself what it would be like as one who served in the Gotei 13, fighting for justice, but now that Rukia seemed to disapprove it, Orihime’s hopes were washed down the drain.
Then, Rukia turned towards her and planted a soft kiss to her forehead that puzzled Orihime. Her eyes were gentle, so unlike the piercing stare she always sported.
“Being a shinigami doesn’t suit you, Orihime,” she murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair out of Orihime’s face before rising to her feet. “Let’s go home, it’s getting late.”
Rukia helped Orihime to her feet, avoiding the redhead’s confused eyes. Truth be told, Orihime was a talented healer with skills different from that of the Fourth Division. The Gotei 13 would be lucky to have her, but Rukia just didn’t want her innocence tainted by spilt blood and the smell of rotting flesh.