Fic - Memories [Bleach: Ichigo/Ishida]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ESTHER!!
And as promised, the very first fic on this journal is your birthday ficcy. It's been slightly altered in a few places, so re-read it if you want to. And eheheh. I mean every image I put in there. Down to the little doggies with their little bones, yes. *cackles*
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ichigo/Ishida
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff? Not-quite-but-almost-there-sap?
Memories
"What... is this?"
"What does it look like, you idiot?" Ichigo asked irritably. "My surprise for you... which you've just ruined, of course."
Ishida took a step into the room, eyes fixed on the small cake on the table. "Ichigo... I told you all I didn't want anything..."
The other boy raked a hand through orange hair, sighing and hopping off the stool, a forlorn balloon slipping from his hand and rising to bump the ceiling.
"You said you didn't want anything much," Ichigo corrected. "That you didn't want a party. So everyone just gave me their presents to give you." He gestured towards the pile of presents in the corner of the room. "Rukia even got some from the people at Soul Society for you."
"I -" Ishida began, but was interrupted by Ichigo.
"One person - or two - isn't a party, Uryuu," he exclaimed. "And I'm not going to ignore my boyfriend on his birthday!"
Ishida coloured faintly at the proclamation - he still wasn't used to being called that. He wasn't entirely sure he ever would be... or wanted to be. Wouldn't that ease mean familiarity? And then he'd have to worry about Ichigo all the time, worry about his safety, about the ghosts, about the Soul Society representatives.
Not that he didn't already.
"So now that you've spoiled your surprise," Ichigo added, tugging Ishida over to the presents. "You might as well open these things." Without giving Ishida any time to respond, he shoved him down in front of them, settling himself comfortably behind Ishida, arms around his waist.
"It isn't like you to be so intimate," Ishida remarked quietly, reaching blindly for the first present. Or for you to be so forward. So... loving, I'd say, except that that's an eminently terrifying thought. Is this a one-day deal? I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing... Unwrapping the present carefully - little dogs burying their little bones - he pulled out a box. It contained a necklace, a silver cross hanging from it.
"It's from Orihime," Ichigo said, reading the tag. "Open mine next, Ishida."
Moving as if in a dream - he wasn't sure it wasn't - Ishida opened the package Ichigo was thrusting insistently at him. It proved to contain a photo album - photos of Ishida, photos of Ishida with Ichigo, by a river, by a building, on a street, against a wall, photos Ishida never knew existed.
"Memories," Ichigo explained unnecessarily. Ishida nodded vaguely, wondering why he felt the way he did.
"Because," Ichigo added, Ishida's silence making him nervous. "You always said you didn't have any good memories. Especially of your birthdays. So I -"
"Ichigo."
"Yes?" Ichigo asked apprehensively.
"Thank you."
~fin
And as promised, the very first fic on this journal is your birthday ficcy. It's been slightly altered in a few places, so re-read it if you want to. And eheheh. I mean every image I put in there. Down to the little doggies with their little bones, yes. *cackles*
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ichigo/Ishida
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff? Not-quite-but-almost-there-sap?
Memories
"What... is this?"
"What does it look like, you idiot?" Ichigo asked irritably. "My surprise for you... which you've just ruined, of course."
Ishida took a step into the room, eyes fixed on the small cake on the table. "Ichigo... I told you all I didn't want anything..."
The other boy raked a hand through orange hair, sighing and hopping off the stool, a forlorn balloon slipping from his hand and rising to bump the ceiling.
"You said you didn't want anything much," Ichigo corrected. "That you didn't want a party. So everyone just gave me their presents to give you." He gestured towards the pile of presents in the corner of the room. "Rukia even got some from the people at Soul Society for you."
"I -" Ishida began, but was interrupted by Ichigo.
"One person - or two - isn't a party, Uryuu," he exclaimed. "And I'm not going to ignore my boyfriend on his birthday!"
Ishida coloured faintly at the proclamation - he still wasn't used to being called that. He wasn't entirely sure he ever would be... or wanted to be. Wouldn't that ease mean familiarity? And then he'd have to worry about Ichigo all the time, worry about his safety, about the ghosts, about the Soul Society representatives.
Not that he didn't already.
"So now that you've spoiled your surprise," Ichigo added, tugging Ishida over to the presents. "You might as well open these things." Without giving Ishida any time to respond, he shoved him down in front of them, settling himself comfortably behind Ishida, arms around his waist.
"It isn't like you to be so intimate," Ishida remarked quietly, reaching blindly for the first present. Or for you to be so forward. So... loving, I'd say, except that that's an eminently terrifying thought. Is this a one-day deal? I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing... Unwrapping the present carefully - little dogs burying their little bones - he pulled out a box. It contained a necklace, a silver cross hanging from it.
"It's from Orihime," Ichigo said, reading the tag. "Open mine next, Ishida."
Moving as if in a dream - he wasn't sure it wasn't - Ishida opened the package Ichigo was thrusting insistently at him. It proved to contain a photo album - photos of Ishida, photos of Ishida with Ichigo, by a river, by a building, on a street, against a wall, photos Ishida never knew existed.
"Memories," Ichigo explained unnecessarily. Ishida nodded vaguely, wondering why he felt the way he did.
"Because," Ichigo added, Ishida's silence making him nervous. "You always said you didn't have any good memories. Especially of your birthdays. So I -"
"Ichigo."
"Yes?" Ichigo asked apprehensively.
"Thank you."
~fin