[Fic] BLEACH - Sunset Hill (PG-13, 1/1)
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Ishida Uryuu
Title: Sunset Hill
Theme: 14) Vista
Author: G. Zan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ishida's favorite thinking spot has been taken over. But he doesn't mind so much when he finds out who it is.
Notes: Betaed by silkalivedoll; thanks so much, HB! 8D
The hill overlooking Karakura had always been his favorite place to come and think. Peaceful, it rarely saw any human life, a rare place amongst the bustling and fast-paced little town. Sunset was always the most beautiful here, bathing the town in soft gold light as the sun faded in the west, the sky a masterpiece of golds and reds and blues, mixing and making new colors that never ceased to dazzle the human eye. It never ceased to amaze him that the same sunset could look different each time, and just as beautiful.
Today, though, his thinking spot had another in it. As he topped the hill, his book bag held tightly in his hand, he paused, blinking at the orange haired boy sitting on the old metal railing, hands folded in his lap. On the ground behind him in the fragrant grass, his book bag lay on top of a soft-looking blue blanket. Near the book bag was a small basket, two bottles of water peaking out from under a navy-colored napkin, condensation beading on the outside of the bottles.
"Kurosaki," he sputtered, blinking in surprise, still rather stunned. No one ever came up here, and no one knew *he* came up here; so why was the orange-haired substitute Shinigami there?
The fading sunlight caught the strawberry highlights in the teenager's hair as he turned, grin wide and startling, brown eyes the color of wet earth unusually warm.
"Ishida," He greeted, turning and hopping down off the hip-high railing. "Took you long enough," he admonished gently, motioning to the blanket. It took the black haired boy a moment to realize what the other was talking about. He flushed in embarrassment, suddenly remembering their earlier conversation about their 'agreement'.
The agreement had been a simple thing, really. Ishida would eat lunch with Ichigo and the others if he got one afternoon a week with just Ichigo. Just Ichigo, and no interruptions. No Rukia, no Orihime, no Kon, no Tatsuki, no Hollows, no Urahara, no one and nothing. Just a single moment in time when he could pretend that Ichigo was his and that he wasn't completely loosing to the two girls he was competing with. They would do homework, alternating between going to his house and the park, eating snacks that Yuzu had made them and just talking.
But about a month ago, Ichigo had approached him and rather off-handedly told him that it would then be two afternoons, not just one. Which had surprised him, but had made him feel warm and he remembered feeling awkward and stuttering out something before scrambling off to silently cheer his good luck. Because it was rare for Ichigo to single him out, to call him out personally.
They'd actually already had their two 'meetings' this week, though; Monday afternoon, when he'd helped Ichigo with his math assignment, and Wednesday, when they'd sat down and worked on their essays for writing class. So it had come as a surprise when Ichigo had sought him out after lunch, asking him if they could meet later and talk. To be honest, it'd totally slipped his mind; with the upcoming play that the drama club was putting on, the Hand Crafts club had been swamped making costumes and sets and props. And he'd only come up here to think when Rukia had approached him after he'd finally escaped the art room to go home to talk.
"You and he are growing very close," she'd observed seriously, her face set grimly. He'd tensed, eyes narrowing.
"What of it?" he'd asked in his usual curt manner, pushing up his glasses.
"You and Ichigo are both my friends," she'd continued in that same, serious manner. A manner that was beginning to creep him out. "I just want to make sure you're ready for whatever comes next."
He'd stared at her a moment, totally shocked that she was actually having *this* conversation with him. For a while there, he'd thought that she'd been going after him to tell him that Ichigo was hers and that he needed to back off her territory and there was no way he was going to win and blah, blah, blah. He found himself pleasantly surprised, though, by this conversation, if a bit weirded-out and a little embarrassed. But then he'd been brought back to earth by a poke to his shoulder, back to confusion and more questions that he knew she, unfortunately, couldn't answer.
"Whatever comes next?" He'd wondered aloud, sounding confused. She'd opened her mouth to explain, but he totally ignored her. Couldn't help it because he wasn't really paying attention to her, to his surroundings anymore as he was sometimes want to do during particularly boring lessons. "What *does* come next? What's the next step?"
"Whatever you want it to be," Rukia had answered him, startling him again. Her face was still serious, but far softer and he could almost imagine her as his 'little' big sister. Almost because he'd never, ever have this conversation with anyone in his family. "Good luck," She'd called as she walked away with a wave.
So, he'd come here to think, totally forgetting about his meeting with Ichigo. But he wasn't sorry that the other boy, who was now sitting on the soft blanket in the grass, looking at him expectantly. Smiling faintly, dropping his book bag beside Ichigo's, Ishida sat carefully down on the blanket, leaning back a little to watch the fading sun a moment.
"This is my favorite thinking spot," he suddenly said, glancing over at Ichigo, surprised to find the red head watching him with an odd expression.
"I remembered," Ichigo answered, nodding a little, leaning back as well. "You brought me up here last week, remember?"
Ishida blinked, glancing over at the orange haired boy, unable to recall the instance, which was really odd for him. Then again, when it came to Ichigo, nothing was normal for him. Just like how he suddenly found himself completely tongue tied and forgetting instantly whatever it was he'd been about to say. Because he'd normally know when someone creeped this close to him, got so close that they were practically in each other's laps, their shoulders brushing against each other and it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to kiss the slightly downy-soft cheek painted in the colors of sunset if he wanted to be completely girly.
Being completely girly was starting to look really good...
But Ichigo caught him by surprise, beating him to it, pressing a gentle kiss on one bony, rosy cheekbone, smirking in challenge. And Ishida always loved a challenge; before Ichigo could pull away any more, he knotted his fist in the other teen's tee-shirt, pulling him forward and kissing him on the lips. It was brief and sort of awkward, but Ishida supposes that for a first kiss (the one on the cheek moments before didn't count), it wasn't so bad.
Ishida could really get to like the awkward look Ichigo gave him when he pulled away. He could get used to being tucked under Ichigo's chin to watch the beautiful sunset, made even more shining by the company beside him.
****
*Five Years Later*
The two plopped down on the grass, groaning a little and laughing.
"I never thought we'd escape," Ishida lamented, laughing a little breathlessly and leaning on Ichigo's shoulder.
The red head groaned, rubbing at his face and laughing, too, before wrapping an arm around the young man beside him. "You're tellin' me; I never knew Rukia could be so vicious." Both of them shuddered when they remembered the woman they'd just escaped. As much as the both of them loved Rukia and valued her help, she could be down right blood thirsty. Especially when she didn't get exactly get what she wanted.
"Who knew it took so much effort and planning for a simple ceremony," Ishida commented, raising an eyebrow at his partner.
"I think that's just Rukia making it more difficult; she's like that." Ichigo's lips were turned up in a wry grin.
Ishida laughed in return, leaning his head on Ichigo's shoulder with a content sigh. The two sat there like that for a long while, watching the sun as it slowly crept down behind the distant horizon, due to be rising in another part of the world.
"This reminds me of our first date," Ichigo whispered to him suddenly, pressing a kiss to his crown and hiding his grin in his hair.
"That wasn't a date; that was an ambush," Ishida accused, laughing a little as he remembered.
"Che," Ichigo snorted, his breath ruffling Ishida's hair a little as he shifts closer to hold onto the other young man tighter. "If I hadn't, we wouldn't be here now," he told him gruffly, closing his eyes and sighing.
"True," Ishida agrees, smiling as he watches the sun sink deeper. "Too true."
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Ishida Uryuu
Title: Sunset Hill
Theme: 14) Vista
Author: G. Zan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ishida's favorite thinking spot has been taken over. But he doesn't mind so much when he finds out who it is.
Notes: Betaed by silkalivedoll; thanks so much, HB! 8D
The hill overlooking Karakura had always been his favorite place to come and think. Peaceful, it rarely saw any human life, a rare place amongst the bustling and fast-paced little town. Sunset was always the most beautiful here, bathing the town in soft gold light as the sun faded in the west, the sky a masterpiece of golds and reds and blues, mixing and making new colors that never ceased to dazzle the human eye. It never ceased to amaze him that the same sunset could look different each time, and just as beautiful.
Today, though, his thinking spot had another in it. As he topped the hill, his book bag held tightly in his hand, he paused, blinking at the orange haired boy sitting on the old metal railing, hands folded in his lap. On the ground behind him in the fragrant grass, his book bag lay on top of a soft-looking blue blanket. Near the book bag was a small basket, two bottles of water peaking out from under a navy-colored napkin, condensation beading on the outside of the bottles.
"Kurosaki," he sputtered, blinking in surprise, still rather stunned. No one ever came up here, and no one knew *he* came up here; so why was the orange-haired substitute Shinigami there?
The fading sunlight caught the strawberry highlights in the teenager's hair as he turned, grin wide and startling, brown eyes the color of wet earth unusually warm.
"Ishida," He greeted, turning and hopping down off the hip-high railing. "Took you long enough," he admonished gently, motioning to the blanket. It took the black haired boy a moment to realize what the other was talking about. He flushed in embarrassment, suddenly remembering their earlier conversation about their 'agreement'.
The agreement had been a simple thing, really. Ishida would eat lunch with Ichigo and the others if he got one afternoon a week with just Ichigo. Just Ichigo, and no interruptions. No Rukia, no Orihime, no Kon, no Tatsuki, no Hollows, no Urahara, no one and nothing. Just a single moment in time when he could pretend that Ichigo was his and that he wasn't completely loosing to the two girls he was competing with. They would do homework, alternating between going to his house and the park, eating snacks that Yuzu had made them and just talking.
But about a month ago, Ichigo had approached him and rather off-handedly told him that it would then be two afternoons, not just one. Which had surprised him, but had made him feel warm and he remembered feeling awkward and stuttering out something before scrambling off to silently cheer his good luck. Because it was rare for Ichigo to single him out, to call him out personally.
They'd actually already had their two 'meetings' this week, though; Monday afternoon, when he'd helped Ichigo with his math assignment, and Wednesday, when they'd sat down and worked on their essays for writing class. So it had come as a surprise when Ichigo had sought him out after lunch, asking him if they could meet later and talk. To be honest, it'd totally slipped his mind; with the upcoming play that the drama club was putting on, the Hand Crafts club had been swamped making costumes and sets and props. And he'd only come up here to think when Rukia had approached him after he'd finally escaped the art room to go home to talk.
"You and he are growing very close," she'd observed seriously, her face set grimly. He'd tensed, eyes narrowing.
"What of it?" he'd asked in his usual curt manner, pushing up his glasses.
"You and Ichigo are both my friends," she'd continued in that same, serious manner. A manner that was beginning to creep him out. "I just want to make sure you're ready for whatever comes next."
He'd stared at her a moment, totally shocked that she was actually having *this* conversation with him. For a while there, he'd thought that she'd been going after him to tell him that Ichigo was hers and that he needed to back off her territory and there was no way he was going to win and blah, blah, blah. He found himself pleasantly surprised, though, by this conversation, if a bit weirded-out and a little embarrassed. But then he'd been brought back to earth by a poke to his shoulder, back to confusion and more questions that he knew she, unfortunately, couldn't answer.
"Whatever comes next?" He'd wondered aloud, sounding confused. She'd opened her mouth to explain, but he totally ignored her. Couldn't help it because he wasn't really paying attention to her, to his surroundings anymore as he was sometimes want to do during particularly boring lessons. "What *does* come next? What's the next step?"
"Whatever you want it to be," Rukia had answered him, startling him again. Her face was still serious, but far softer and he could almost imagine her as his 'little' big sister. Almost because he'd never, ever have this conversation with anyone in his family. "Good luck," She'd called as she walked away with a wave.
So, he'd come here to think, totally forgetting about his meeting with Ichigo. But he wasn't sorry that the other boy, who was now sitting on the soft blanket in the grass, looking at him expectantly. Smiling faintly, dropping his book bag beside Ichigo's, Ishida sat carefully down on the blanket, leaning back a little to watch the fading sun a moment.
"This is my favorite thinking spot," he suddenly said, glancing over at Ichigo, surprised to find the red head watching him with an odd expression.
"I remembered," Ichigo answered, nodding a little, leaning back as well. "You brought me up here last week, remember?"
Ishida blinked, glancing over at the orange haired boy, unable to recall the instance, which was really odd for him. Then again, when it came to Ichigo, nothing was normal for him. Just like how he suddenly found himself completely tongue tied and forgetting instantly whatever it was he'd been about to say. Because he'd normally know when someone creeped this close to him, got so close that they were practically in each other's laps, their shoulders brushing against each other and it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to kiss the slightly downy-soft cheek painted in the colors of sunset if he wanted to be completely girly.
Being completely girly was starting to look really good...
But Ichigo caught him by surprise, beating him to it, pressing a gentle kiss on one bony, rosy cheekbone, smirking in challenge. And Ishida always loved a challenge; before Ichigo could pull away any more, he knotted his fist in the other teen's tee-shirt, pulling him forward and kissing him on the lips. It was brief and sort of awkward, but Ishida supposes that for a first kiss (the one on the cheek moments before didn't count), it wasn't so bad.
Ishida could really get to like the awkward look Ichigo gave him when he pulled away. He could get used to being tucked under Ichigo's chin to watch the beautiful sunset, made even more shining by the company beside him.
****
*Five Years Later*
The two plopped down on the grass, groaning a little and laughing.
"I never thought we'd escape," Ishida lamented, laughing a little breathlessly and leaning on Ichigo's shoulder.
The red head groaned, rubbing at his face and laughing, too, before wrapping an arm around the young man beside him. "You're tellin' me; I never knew Rukia could be so vicious." Both of them shuddered when they remembered the woman they'd just escaped. As much as the both of them loved Rukia and valued her help, she could be down right blood thirsty. Especially when she didn't get exactly get what she wanted.
"Who knew it took so much effort and planning for a simple ceremony," Ishida commented, raising an eyebrow at his partner.
"I think that's just Rukia making it more difficult; she's like that." Ichigo's lips were turned up in a wry grin.
Ishida laughed in return, leaning his head on Ichigo's shoulder with a content sigh. The two sat there like that for a long while, watching the sun as it slowly crept down behind the distant horizon, due to be rising in another part of the world.
"This reminds me of our first date," Ichigo whispered to him suddenly, pressing a kiss to his crown and hiding his grin in his hair.
"That wasn't a date; that was an ambush," Ishida accused, laughing a little as he remembered.
"Che," Ichigo snorted, his breath ruffling Ishida's hair a little as he shifts closer to hold onto the other young man tighter. "If I hadn't, we wouldn't be here now," he told him gruffly, closing his eyes and sighing.
"True," Ishida agrees, smiling as he watches the sun sink deeper. "Too true."