A/N: My third fic in as many weeks…obsessed? Who, me? :gasps: You don't say…
This will be a collection of IchiHime ficlets, chronicling their relationship and updated sporadically. Written coz the plot-bunnies are hopping around like crazy in my head :D
Oh, and be warned of fluff, fluff and more fluff. Apparently, that's the only genre I can write -_-;
1. Of Ruined Dates
Orihime should have known it would be like this.
She sighed as she crumpled up the two tickets in her hand and threw them in the dustbin. The clock in her living room showed 7:50 PM. The movie would already be half over by now.
Ichigo was late.
Orihime knew it wasn't his fault. Going by the distant yet powerful feel of his reiatsu and the cries of Hollows ringing through the air, Orihime knew exactly why he was late.
Still, she couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed.
This was the fourth time now that Ichigo had become late for their date. And they had been barely going out for a month. It was a worrying trend.
'Not his fault…he's just doing his job…' she reminded herself. 'You should feel proud.' Smiling, she mentally steeled herself…she would not let this sort of thing ruin their date. She'd make sure to make the best of the time they spent together.
Ichigo's reiatsu was still pulsing angrily, so she guessed it would take some more time before he finally arrived. Picking up her handbag, she purposefully made her way towards the door.
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When Ichigo finally arrived at her doorstep, looking only slightly tired from the fighting, he gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry Inoue…I, uh, spoiled our date…again…" he guiltily scratched the back of his head.
Orihime giggled at his expression and shook her head. "Don't be sorry, Kurosaki-kun, it's not your fault." She held his arm and pulled him inside.
"I ordered us some pizza," she informed him cheerfully as she shut the door.
"Oh," he looked surprised. "Great…" He smiled, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Then I went out and rented a movie." She held up the little packet in her hand and waved it in front of his face excitedly.
Ichigo took it from her curiously. He raised an eyebrow on catching the title. "Beauty and the Beast?" his voice held a tinge of incredulity.
Her face fell. "You don't like it?"
He straightened his expression at once. "Eh…no, it's fine…" he said, grin back on his face.
Orihime wasn't convinced but she didn't push the matter further. All that really mattered was that she could spend some time with Ichigo, something she got very little of these days.
The doorbell rang. Orihime clapped her hands. "Pizza's here! I'll get it," she announced. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Kurosaki-kun?"
"Yeah…and, um…I'll set up the DVD player so we can watch this…" he indicated to the movie in his hand.
"You really want to watch it, Kurosaki-kun?" she asked skeptically, inclining her head slightly. "We can skip it if you don't want to…"
"No…I mean, I want to…watch it, that is…," he stammered. "You want to watch it too, don't you?" Brown eyes gazed down at her seriously.
Orihime smiled and shook her head. Ichigo couldn't lie if his life depended on it. She chuckled as she made her way to the door.
As it turned out, whether Ichigo liked the movie or not didn't make a difference anyway. Because even though it kept playing in the background, they ended up not watching it at all. They remained occupied with far more…interesting things…
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A/N: As always, your reviews are love!
