~Kon's POV~
"Oh, and her name is Sayori!" Ichigo shouted over his shoulder. I blinked, dazed and confused as I watched Rukia and Ichigo disappear into the distance. I massaged my ear, which was red and sore from where Ichigo had pinched so hard(oh well, it was his body), and slowly attempted to pick apart the mesh of words he spouted at me before he took off to fight a cluster of hollows that had just appeared.
"IgottagobutI'malreadyhereandI'msupposedtomeetmyprojectpartnersogointhere-anddon'thitonher!"
Hmmm... It probably wasn't anything important.
I turned to the house in front of me and knocked lightly on the door. 'Her name is Sayori..? What's that mean?" I stared blankly ahead of me as I waited. I didn't have to wait long, as the wooden door swung open to reveal a petite girl, maybe a head taller than Rukia. Her chocolate curls bounced as she moved and her glittering gray eyes lit up when she saw me. She was cute. My eyes trailed lower and I pursed my lips. Well, she was no Orihime, but she was still cute. "Ichigo?" She waved a hand in front of my face and I felt the heat rush to my face as I realized I'd been caught staring. "Uh, y-yeah?" I stammered. Smooth, Kon... She smiled and my face burned even more, "I asked if you brought the supplies I wrote down for you after school." She repeated kindly.
My heart stopped. Supplies?
"Oh- um, well I-" I noticed two grocery bags full of miscellaneous items sitting a little ways away and snatched them up. Ichigo must have dropped them when he changed into his Soul Reaper form. "Of course I did! 'Cause I'm Ichigo Kurosaki and you can always count on me to come through!" I laughed nervously. Yeah, real smooth, Kon. She offered an awkward smile and moved aside, "Uh, that's great. Come on in." The next few hours were awkward, but Sayori didn't seem to mind, so maybe it was just me. Or, maybe it was the fact that not much really bothered her. I think that's why I liked her so much. I'd just met her, and I could tell that she was a very accepting, understanding person.
She didn't hit me, or disregard me like the others did sometimes. She actually listened to me, even if a majority of what I said was stupid, and she seemed to brush off all of my attempts to hit on her as if they were a joke. Yeah, she'd blush, which was why I kept doing it, but she brushed them off otherwise and kept talking to me. She wasn't shunning me like every other girl I'd hit on.
"What do you think, Ichigo?" Sayori asked, standing up from the floor and backing away from the poster we'd been working on for World Literature. I looked at the poster and smiled. It was very neat and organized, but Sayori added several artistic touches to the trim and even drew the pictures we were supposed to provide herself. I was impressed and told her as much, causing a light shade of pink to rise to her cheeks.
"Thanks. I don't really like to flaunt it, I usually just draw for myself." She shrugged. I frowned at her, "Why? You're really cute and really talented, you should feel free to flaunt it." Her face flushed a darker shade of pink now and she quickly looked away. "Um, thanks." Was all she said as she scribbled her and Ichigo's names on the back of the poster.
"Well, we got the fun part done. Ready to start on the book work?" She asked, slapping her hands on her thighs. I groaned, causing her to laugh. "Come on, it's getting late and the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go to bed." I grinned at her, leaning across the arm of the couch I was seated on, and propped my chin up in the palm of my hand.
"I never expected you to be so blunt, Sayori. But you don't have to use bookwork as incentive, all you had to do was ask." I teased, throwing in the best flirtatious smile I could muster on Ichigo's face. I wonder, seeing as the boy had never flirted a day in his life, if it actually worked or if it would scare her. Sayori's face flushed bright crimson. Huh, guess it worked.
"Okay, so maybe I could have used a better choice of words." She laughed nervously, reaching around the table for her book-bag. I reached for Ichigo's as well, letting out a frustrated growl when the zipper got stuck. I gave it a good tug and yelped as the contents of the bag were strewn everywhere. Including my other body. The small stuffed lion landed with a plop on the floor and I blanched. I completely forgot that was in there.
I quickly reached for it, but Sayori grabbed it before I could. "Is this yours?" She asked, examining the stuffed figure. I could only open and close my mouth, giving the imitation of some sort of fish. I stammered for some sort of answer before finally blurting out, "It-It's my sister's! Silly Yuzu, probably stuck it in there to be funny." I reached for it again, but she held it away from me, running her fingers over the mane and face and causing the back of my neck and tips of my ears to turn deep crimson. "It's so cute!" She exclaimed handing it back to me. I quickly made to shove the animal back into Ichigo's backpack, looking up as I did to offer her a nervous smile. There was a knock on the door, causing me to jump, the small lion falling out of my hands. Sayori giggled at my reaction, and my eyes trailed after her form as she went to answer the door.
"Hello, Sayori! May I please speak with Ichigo for a moment?" I turned my gaze from Sayori to peer around her and get a view of Rukia, who was practically sparkling in an effort to seem innocent.
"Oh, sure. Ichigo, Rukia wants to talk to you." Sayori called, turning back to me with a puzzled expression on her face. I furrowed my brow and stood from the couch, leaving the small lion forgotten on the cushion. When I reached the door, Rukia was quick to drag me outside. "Thanks so much, Sayori! This'll just take a second!" Rukia chimed with a dazzling smile. Sayori just smiled, confused, and shut the door. I turned to Rukia with an arched brow, and my heart dropped. Ichigo stood behind her, arms crossed in his usual lackadaisical manner,
"Sorry that took so long, more Hollows popped up on our way back. I'll finish up the project now, and then we can head home." My disheartenment must have shown on my face, because Ichigo arched a brow as he approached me. "Is something wrong, Kon?" He questioned, brown eyes alight with curiosity. I stared at him for a moment before turning towards Sayori's house. The shades on the window were open, allowing me to see inside. She was sitting on the couch fiddling with the stuffed lion I usually called home, a small smile on her face. It brought up a smile of my own as I watched her. I caught my reflection in the window, and frowned. It wasn't my reflection. It was Ichigo's reflection. I wasn't in my body, I was in his. The only body I could actually call mine was that little lion. I stole another glance at Sayori before turning back to Ichigo. I forced myself to smile,
"Nope. Not a thing."
**"IgottagobutI'malreadyhereandI'msupposedtomeetmyprojectpartnersogointhere-anddon'thitonher!" - "I gota go, but I'm already here and I'm supposed to meet my project partner so go in there- and don't hit on her!"
~~~A/N~~~
Soo, what do you think? :) This is my first time writing a one shot, and it's probably going to be several seeing as I have a lot of ideas for Kon and Sayori. I dunno, I just felt like Kon gets a little mistreated sometimes, and I always wondered what would happen if he liked someone so... This is the result.
Please, please tell me if he was out of character. I'll do my best to fix it :)
Also, shout out to all Nightingale readers- the story IS NOT DEAD! I promise :) I was just incredibly mad at what I'd written and decided to go back and fix it before I moved on. So, be expecting a new chapter sometime- as well as quite a few changes. Sorry xC