AN: :D this is a request from my friend Ashlynn, who's favorite character is Uryū (Mine is Szayel Aporro :D) I wrote this while texting her and listening to Umbrella by Rihanna.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach! I don't own Ame, Ashlynn created her, I'm just using her, I'll return her :D I own nothing!
:D if anyone is out of character, let me know, I'll fix it :D
Read and Review :D
The rain hit the windows of the small apartment owned by Uryū Ishida. He stared out of the window and watched the rain drops. Rain. It made him think of his friend Ame. He had a major crush on her ever since he met her. Sure, she was a shinigami, but that didn't mean a thing to Uryū. She was beautiful. Her name meant rain, but her eyes were the color of the sun. She had long, light brown, almost blonde, hair, which was different, due to the fact that most people in Japan had black hair. She was special.
Who was he kidding? A girl like her couldn't possibly want a guy like him. She seemed like the type that went after guys like Ichigo or other shinigami like Renji. Hell, she was probably with Renji!
Uryū adjusted his glasses and moved away from the window. The rain was making him think of Ame, and thinking of Ame was making him depressed.
He took off his school uniform's tie and unbuttoned the first four buttons of his shirt. He was at home, why be presentable?
A knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts and back to reality. Uryū stood up, walked to the door, and answered it. There was Ame, soaked to the bone from the rain, and looking like an angel.
"Uryū, can I come in?" She asked, her heavenly voice music to Uryū's ears. He stepped aside and allowed Ame entrance into his apartment.
She removed her flip flops and placed them by the door next to the numerous pairs of shoes that belonged to Uryū, himself.
"You're wet." Uryū stated, dumbly. Good going genius...
Ame giggled. It was like a chorus of angels were singing in his ears.
Uryū brought Ame a towel and they sat on the couch and talked while she was drying off.
The rain continued to pour in the background, and the candle light from the power outage lit up her features and made her seem like she was glowing.
She truly was beautiful.
Uryū leaned forward a bit, and Ame met him half way, capturing his lips in a kiss. They pulled back slowly for air, then they kissed again.
Her lips were like velvet. She tasted like chocolate chip cookies, which was a little weird, but it didn't matter to Uryū.
His lips were firm, but soft. He tasted like spice. Ame was happy, Uryū was very cute, and they were practally making-out on his couch while it was raining.
Romantic.
In Ame's three hundred years of living, she had never felt this way about someone. Uryū was special.
They kissed, and kissing turned into touching, and touching turned into clothes being removed.
Uryū picked Ame up off the couch and carried her to his bed. He flung a dirty sock off the bed and Ame laughed. She carefully removed his glasses and placed them on the bedside table. They continued to kiss.
She untucked his shirt, undid the rest of the buttons, and slipped the shirt off his shoulders. Uryū groaned when Ame raked her nails down his chest to end at the waistband of his pants.
He pulled her, semi-wet, tank-top off her head, and was pleasantly surprised to find no bra. His hands fondled her breast while she worked on his belt and pants.
They didn't have sex. No, they made love.
The rain stopped, and the sky was clear and sunny when Uryū awake.
Ame wasn't there. In her place, was a note.
Uryū placed his glasses back on his face and read the letter.
Uryū,
I'm sorry.
I was recalled back to the soul society.
I hope we meet again.
Love,
Ame