There was a girl on his bed.
In his room.
To the amber-colored eyes of the orange-haired revenant lurking like a peeping tom from the partially open sliding door of the closet, this was a most welcome distraction. He carefully slid his gaze up her long bare legs to the tiny denim ruffles of the mini-skirt and matching pink frills going down the bodice of the cap-sleeved blouse she had on. Her chest, he observed rising and falling with gentle breaths, was nearly nonexistent. He frowned.
Like all older teenage boys he had a definite curiosity about the female anatomy. This one notwithstanding, she had a nice body though her height seemed to be lacking, he saw when she sat up, running her fingers through shoulder-length black hair. Her face he had yet to quite study in detail being averted from the direction he was in. Yet when she turned fully his way…the ghost for that was what he was, gasped air he hadn't had in over a quarter of a century.
He stretched out a filmy see-through hand to her shoulder as she passed. The girl flinched and cast a cursory glance around as if expecting a parted window to explain the sudden draft she found touching her arm. She shrugged, looking past where he stood in front of her. Drafty old house, she thought to herself, her hand closing around the dulled brass of the ancient knob.
For the briefest of moments her fingers came into contact with frigid air, well below the sunny day shining outside. The revenant withdrew his hand, wondering at the faint electric pulse that had passed between them. The girl as he emulated her only a few feet away, stared down at the open palm of her grimy hand, warm now as his was cold.
She wiggled her fingers; flashing the light off of a rhinestone band the kind of thing boyfriends gave their girlfriends as gifts. He wondered what her boyfriend looked like. He sighed, catching the cobwebs on the ceiling off guard, their spun webs swinging. The girl's violet eyes rolled up to the ceiling where she noticed the spiders scurrying, a tremor shuddered through her and she hurriedly exited her new room.
The orange-haired revenant followed, passing like a smoky wisp through the worn wood of the door, his brown loafers soundless on the wooden landing. The girl stood for a second, breathing in and out then reached past him to open the door and peek inside once more. Nothing, just as her mind told her, yet that sense remained as if she weren't alone upstairs…
~~~To be continued or not?~~~
A/N: Don't own Bleach :P I'd had this idea for over a month now, title included. Hmm anyhow was it entertaining? Let me know!