Yes, I know. I'm crazy for starting up yet another project. But I swear, I have a good reason for this! D: I've joined the community Bad_Shield on livejournal and every week there's a new prompt and everyone makes requests for what they'd like to see written based on that prompt. So expect updates once a week (or every other week in case I don't have time to write a prompt that week.) Not only is it fun, but it's something to help me get out of my writer's block funk and back into the swing of things. :)
Prompt: Crack AU
Request: Ichigo is the local super hero and Orihime is his sexy criminal rival that he just can't catch! (Made by the lovely CrystalDawn!)
Disclaimer: Bleach and all characters, etc. belong to Tite Kubo. All rights reserved.
"Oh goodie, the coast is clear."
Humming in pleasure at her good fortune, Orihime reached into the small bag secured around her hips and pulled out a device resembling a compass. Placing it against the glass, she gritted her teeth as the grating sound of glass being cut assaulted her ears. Popping the circular piece of glass out from the window, she tucked the device back into her bag before snaking a slender arm through the opening to trip the latch on the window. Smiling at the distinct clink of the lock moving, she withdrew her arm and pried the window open before slipping inside.
Landing silently, her gaze cautiously swept across the dark room, looking for anyone who may be wandering the halls. Upon seeing no one, she quickly padded her way across the room.
'It should be just down the hall and to the left,' she mused as she peeked around a corner.
Her eyes widened as the tell-tale light of a security guard's flash light rounded the corner. Pressing herself against the wall, she held her breath as the lumbering man slowly made his way past her, oblivious as to what was about to transpire. As he continued out of sight, Orihime released the breath she had been holding and held a hand to her racing heart.
'That was close. I need to be careful.'
Without another thought, she snuck down the hallway, thankful for the dark outfit she had decided to wear. Edging around another corner, her eyes lit up in wonder as she set her sights on the object of her affection. Tip-toeing up to the glass case, she couldn't suppress the sense of awe she felt every time she was about to fulfill one of her jobs.
Stopping suddenly, she frowned as she reached into her bag and pulled out a small aerosol can. Spraying the contents, she patiently waited for the mist to disperse. Pursing her lips, she surveyed the red laser beams surrounding the case. Tapping her foot against the tiled floor, she momentarily weighed her options before huffing in irritation.
"Mou~ Why do they always have to use these stupid lasers?" she whined. Shaking her head, she frowned in determination as she began to carefully maneuver her way between the lasers. After having successfully done so, she grinned as she set her eyes on the prize. Lifting the glass box that surrounded it, she snatched the statue from its perch.
"Finally!" she breathed. She traced her finger down the ornately sculpted statue, her brown eyes shining in triumph. Stashing the statue in her bag, she quickly made her way past the lasers once again and started making her way towards the window.
"I've finally got you now!"
Gasping in surprise, Orihime whirled around, her eyes settling on a figure standing on the other side of the room. Even in the dark, she couldn't mistake that cape or the ridiculous mask.
"Why, if it isn't The Mighty Berry!" she exclaimed. "How wonderful to see you again!"
She could almost see his eye twitch and it brought her an odd sense of happiness to see that she could still irritate him, even after all these years.
"I've told you, that's not my name!" he bellowed. Taking a deep breath, he reined in his anger and focused on the matter at hand. "Don't think you can get away this time."
"What makes you think that you've got me cornered this time?" Despite the playful tone of her voice, Orihime's heart was racing as she frantically tried to figure out how to escape him once again. After quickly glancing around the room, she realized that her only option would be to escape through the window.
Ichigo smirked at the brief look of panic that crossed his rival's face. "Just a hunch."
Orihime's lips puckered into a pout at his statement, fearing that she really did have no way out this time. She merely stood there as he began to close the distance between then, her mind racing.
Should she make a run for it?
No, he was too close. He'd catch her for sure.
Tentatively, she took a step backwards, her heart hammering in fear. Through his mask, she could see his brown eyes glinting in triumph, accompanied by the corners of his lips curving into a smirk.
"Give it up. It's over," he murmured.
"Are you sure about that?" she whispered. A dull blush stained her cheeks at the thought of what she was about to do, but she couldn't get caught. There was no way she could survive prison!
'But maybe...maybe if I can distract him long enough, I can get to the windowsill without him noticing!'
Reaching up to the zipper positioned just below her chin, she hesitated briefly before sliding in down the track ever so slowly. Biting her lower lip, she hoped that her tactic would work as the zipper made its way down the track until a generous amount of cleavage was peeking through the dark material.
"Wh-what the fuck are you doing?" stammered Ichigo, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head. In all of their confrontations, she had never done this!
"Aw, you don't like it?" she inquired, her lips forming a tempting pout.
"This isn't the time to discuss whether or not I l-like...that!"
"It's too bad you don't like it," murmured Orihime. She quickly zipped up her shirt, placing one foot on the windowsill. "It's been fun Berry-kun, but I'm afraid I need to get going."
Ichigo could only stare dumbly as she clamored out of the opening and disappeared into the night. Running to the window, he cursed when he found no trace of her. Slamming his fist against the wooden frame, he scowled as he scolded himself for letting his hormones get the better of him.
"Someday I'll catch you," he muttered. "And when I do, you'll regret ever double crossing me."