Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to Bleach, but I DO have four wall scrolls and figurines of Bleach characters…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to Bleach (or to anything I may reference to), but I DO have four wall scrolls and figurines of Bleach characters…
This is my VERY FIRST fan fiction. Ever.
As such, it will not be a one-shot, as I write a LOT, and I like to write… So it may end up to be a few chapters, actually.
Anyway, I just want to say that I've watched up to around… 170 episodes of Bleach, so if you haven't gotten that far, here's your warning.
SPOILER ALERT!
Now, before I get started, I just want to say that this story could go into any direction. It could end up being Ichigo/Orihime, Ichigo/Tatsuki. Those are most likely, out of all of them…
This fan fiction may partially be based on the storyline, but I'm trying to make it sort of aside from the storyline…
So, let's get started, shall we?
A Gift of Strawberry
Detention!
"Ichigoooo!" A certain classmate of our beloved orange-haired Shinigami attempted a tackle, though, mid-air, he was cut short by a hand grasping his throat and, much to their teacher's dismay, a grand toss across a few desktops.
Needless to say, said teacher was rather irate, though she seemed to be bottling up any need to reprimand them. This was normal.
"Beat it," came Ichigo's reply. Keigo, amidst the rubble of desks, was able to summon a pitiful groan.
"Why do you hate me so, my best of friends, Kurosaki Ichigo!? What have I done to be so forsaken!?" "You'd think you'd learn by now." Mizuiro, who was always somehow nearby, simply shook his head with disdain and, soon after, nodded to Ichigo, which was returned by the orange-headed Shinigami.
The commotion of desks had been enough to gather the attention of a raven-haired female, who simply grinned at the antics of her classmates. "Damn! You chucked him pretty far, Ichigo!" The orange-headed Shinigami simply shrugged, jamming his hands into his beige pants-pockets.
"Tatsuki-chan! Keigo needs medical attention!" Orihime pouted, trotting over to the fallen Keigo, who twitched out of pain every once in a while.
"Oh, you are a princess, Orihime." Keigo spoke dreamily as she drew near, though Ichigo piped up.
"If he's stupid enough to jump at me every time I come to class, he deserves it."
"Huh. I suppose you're right." Even the innocence in Orihime's voice had diminished, as she left Keigo to brood.
"Class!" Before-mentioned teacher finally spoke up. "I have to admit, I tolerate a lot, but this tops it off!" Ichigo was surprised; he rarely heard the woman speak, much less reprimand him.
"Detention! For all of you! Asano Keigo, Kurosaki Ichigo, Inoue Orihime, Arisawa Tatsuki, and Kojima Mizuiro. Now, please, will someoneclean up this mess!?" To say that this woman had a rather bulging stress-mark upon her forehead at this point would be an understatement; we're talking big-head, flame in the eyes sort of deal here.
Sado Yasutora, the copper-skinned giant better known as Chad, was the first to stand. Wordless, the muscled high school student simply tugged Keigo out of the rubble, ignoring a whisper of 'Thank you', as well as many other praises.
Alone, Chad proceeded to pick up a series of desks, readjusting them until they were in their proper rows; thus, all of the detention-sentenced students had their seats.
Ichigo grumbled; was this lady serious? There was no way in hell he could attend detention today, what with all of the Hollows that were appearing lately. Rukia, who was sitting just to the left of Ichigo in a pink shirt with the lovable character of Chappy in its center, as always, merely snickered. She leaned over to him.
"Relax. Mod souls exist for a reason, Ichigo."
"Yeah, but Orihime didn't have anything to do with it."
His brown-eyed gaze led him to Orihime, who seemed to be less than thrilled. Her cheek rested upon her palm as she sighed pitifully.
Ichigo suddenly felt a dangerous spurt of reiatsu, becoming rather short of breath as a result. He glanced to Rukia, who had already flipped out her cell phone-like device. She simply nodded.
"Definitely Hollow; they're weak, but there's a group of them in Karakura Town."
"Then what the hell are we doing waiting here!?" Ichigo stood, though he was yanked down by the sleeve of his school uniform.
"Are you crazy, Ichigo? Do you want to get into more trouble?" Ichigo grumbled as he glanced up to the whiteboard, where the teacher had already written a 'Detention list', blatantly named, for today. He took a quick glance.
Detention List
Kurosaki Ichigo
Keigo Asano
Inoue Orihime – Exempt
Arisawa Tatsuki
Kojima Mizuiro
"I would like to point out to the class that Orihime is unable to serve her punishment this evening. She has matters that are more important to attend to, thus she will be required to stay after school tomorrow."
Ichigo was surprised to hear this turn of events. He first glanced to Rukia, who looked at him as if he were an idiot – not that he wasn't used to that by now – and then to Orihime, who seemed suddenly chipper.
"Don't tell me you forgot all ready, Ichigo. It's Orihime's birthday." Rukia simply turned her head in Orihime's direction, giving her a smile and a wave, both of which were returned enthusiastically.
"Oh. Right."
"You really are dense sometimes, Ichigo." Rukia gave him a light bop on the head with her Chappy Pez dispenser. After rubbing his head, Ichigo wondered where she stored all of these things.
Dismissal
"Ichigo!" Ichigo whirled around at the familiar voice; he wasn't at all startled to see a rapidly approaching Tatsuki, as the voice matched as such, though she sounded urgent. His brows furrowed.
"Oi! What's up, Tatsuki?"
"Orihime's birthday party is today and I'm throwing her a big party! I invited Karin and Yuzu, your dad, Chad, Rukia, Keigo, Mizuiro, and Uryuu; even though he's a little off."
"And?"
"And? You big jerk!" Tatsuki gave him a hard frog in the arm, glaring as she took a stance. "You're coming, right?"
"I have detention."
"Ichigo, c'mon! I have detention, too, but you don't see me staying after school."
"Yeah, but I'm all ready in enough trouble as it is." Ichigo glanced to Tatsuki, mostly to see if she was buying it. She sighed and shook her head.
"You're such an ass sometimes, Ichigo. Orihime really wanted you to come, too." Tatsuki seemed to visibly sadden, though she merely turned around.
Ichigo sighed, as well, and simply turned toward his own home.
As he unlocked the door with its key, he stepped inside, stealthily, peeking around the corner to the living room. Karin was on their couch, flipping through various channels; she settled for an old Steven Seagal movie, in which he was most definitely snapping a few necks.
Thus far, he was undetected; if he were to be found, he'd most likely have to fess up to declining an invitation to Orihime's party, and he wasn't sure he felt like breaking anyone else's heart today.
Ichigo did as he always did after school; he took a brief shower, got a change of clothes, and lay in his bed, staring into his alabaster ceiling from atop his comforters. His fingers linked behind his head, and the skin above his eyebrows crinkled, as it often did when he was deep in thought.
A few minutes in, his contemplations were interrupted by a loud, gruff bellow as he felt a searing pain in his stomach; Isshin was home, and he'd decided to make his way into the house by climbing through Ichigo's window and, having seen his son deep in thought, he felt it a perfect opportunity to hone an axe kick on his abdomen.
Doubled over, Ichigo growled irritably as he stared up at Isshin. "Are you crazy!? What is your problem, you old man? Grow a beard!" Isshin simply threw his head back in hysterical laughter, flexing in his white, sleeveless shirt and jeans; the splotch of brown upon said shirt made him look as if he'd just returned from a barbecue.
"C'mon, son! I've come to drag you to the party! We're all expecting you!"
"I can't, Dad." Ichigo's tone softened as he sat up, most of the pain in his ribs having subsided. He stared into the blue sheets beneath him, crossing his arms over his stomach.
"I see." Isshin seemed to become serious; for a moment, that is. He rose an index finger into the air, grinning. "Aha! You can't go because you're madly in love with Orihime, but you feel you are inadequate!" He made several gestures, one of which involved both of his hands to show the wild beating of a heart.
Ichigo stared blankly at his father. "Go away."
"Nonsense! I would never abandon my own son while he's in a great peril!"
"Go away, I said, you old geezer!"
The fight erupted. Ichigo planted a solid punch on the man's (not-bearded) face, somehow being enough to send him through the closet door. Isshin replied with a flying jump-kick, aimed for Ichigo's chest, which sent him crashing into the wall. Isshin rolled off of Ichigo's bed as a result.
"Hey!"
From the doorway called a baseball cap-wearing youth, eyes blazing.
"Will you guys keep it down!? Out for Justice is on!"
"Karin, your brother refuses to go to Orihime's party!" Isshin spoke mid-noogie, though Ichigo replied with a headlock on his father.
"Cut – it – out! I'm not going because I couldn't find her a present!" Ichigo reddened at this; he hadn't intended to tell them that, though Karin simply grinned and left, not after hollering.
"If I have to come up here again, you're both dead!"
"Is that why, son? You don't want to go to the party because you couldn't find a gift?"
"Shut up." Ichigo grumbled, releasing his father and giving him a shove off of his bed. The man stumbled, though he kept his composure, simply shaking his head with a smile as he crossed his arms.
"Son, that's a very manly thing to do."
"Oh, shut up!" Ichigo threw a pillow at Isshin, hitting him squarely in the face. Isshin simply threw it back, though to the bed.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, assuming the responsibilities of an adult."
Ichigo always hated it when his father did this; but, he did have a point.
"Perhaps I could arrange for that Tatsuki girl to come over tomorrow and help you pick out a gift for Orihime. You two are friends, if I remember correctly. You can both go to the mall."
Ichigo winced.
Shopping with Tatsuki?
End: Okay, so this is the end of Chapter 1 of (hopefully) an ongoing fan fiction… Read and review! Constructive criticism is always wanted.
Along with that, please try not to be too harsh. This is my first fan fiction, and I'm just trying to sort of stick my foot in the door, hehe. :D
Thank you for reading!