Lonely soul.
Footsteps could be heard walking on the concrete floor, mixed in with the sound of soft rain. An umbrella sheltered the walking teenager, as she made her way home from a trip to the store, one hand held tightly to the bag of food and toiletries.
"Hmm, I wonder what I could do for dinner today" the girl thought to herself, all kinds of creations coming to mind. Her creations were colourful, adventures but above all they were outrages, but she didn't mind.
She soon reached her lonely apartment, and flicked on the switch as she walked into her open living room. After placing her groceries down, she removed her coat and gloves.
"Brrr" she rubbed her arms, realising how cold it was inside her place and quickly turned on the heating system. Back in the kitchen she started to boil the kettle, and put away the various items she had bought. She made herself some jasmine tea, and sat by the table in the front room.
She blew at the hot tea, before sipping it slowly. She let out a deep sigh as she placed her cup down. The sound of the cup hitting the table echoed throughout the hollow room.
Tic Toc, Tic, Toc. The clock always seemed louder than what I was supposed to sound when she was on her own.
"I know, I'll call…Oh, that's right, she's busy today." The girls copper orange hair rested gently on her back, as she looked round at the image of her deceased brother. "I bet you're happy, and have loads of people to talk to at the soul society" she smiled as a single tear trailed down her fair skinned face.
"Oh why am I crying" she shook her head, "I have Ichigo and Tatsuki and everyone else." She jumped up from her spot. "Right I know what to cook now." She marched into the kitchen, and as she opened the fridge, her door bell rang throughout the building.
"Coming." She called out.
The door opened, and soft brown eyes peered out. Bright orange hair grabbed her attention, before she took a glance at the person's face. A smile stretched across her face, and she opened the door fully.
"Sorry to drop by like this, Orihime." The strong voice forced Orihime into one of her wild daydreams. She re-envisioned the scene as if the orange haired teen was wearing expensive clothing, his wet hair covering his eyes, so that when he looked at her, his eyes sparkled through his golden looks.
"Orihime?" The voice came again snapping her out of the fantasy that she conjured.
"Of course you can come in Ichigo." She stepped to the side, and once the teenage boy walked in, she offered to take his jacket, and a towel to dry his hair.
By the time Ichigo had towel dried his hair, and came back into the living room, Orihime had made him a cup of tea.
"Thanks Orihime." Ichigo sat opposite the slender girl, and sipped his tea. His fluffy hair rested over his eyes slightly, which Orihime couldn't help but think it made him look handsome.
"So how come you're here, and not at home?"
"My dad." Just those two words were all that needed be said for the other to know what had happened, and she couldn't help but giggle at the situation.
"Hmm, what's funny Orihime?"
"Oh, nothing" she smiled sweetly, "just you and your father always seem to have fun together."
"Yeah, I suppose." Ichigo wanted to say more on the subject, but he knew that Orihime didn't have the pleasure of a family, so bad mouthing his own might hurt her feelings.
"This is good tea, Orihime."
"Oh, it's only the cheap stuff from the convenient store."
The two sipped their tea at the same time, unsure on what to say as it was one of those rare occasions when they were alone. Orihime silently stood up, and took his empty tea cup into the kitchen.
"Would you like anything to eat Ichigo?" She called out from the kitchen. "I can make you anything you like."
"I don't mind, but don't go out your way just for me."
"It's no problem; beside I always cook far too much for just me."
Silence fell between the two once more. Ichigo wasn't all too good with making conversations with girls, and Orihime wasn't too sure what to say encase she said the wrong thing.
Some time past, and the smell of food whipped through the living the room. Ichigo sniffed the air, and smiled. It was a nice aroma, which made Ichigo realise how hungry he actually was. The carrot-top teen walked to the kitchen doorway, and silent watched as Orihime went on cooking. Her burnt orange hair was swaying, as she whisked, and fried, and grabbed more ingredients.
After a moment of watching her, he stepped forward.
"Can I help at all?"
Orihime dropped the bowl she was holding, as Ichigo's voice startled her. Ichigo was quick to retrieve it from the cold tiles and place it on the side.
"Sorry, I'm so clumsy at times." Orihime smiled brightly up at Ichigo. An obvious tear stain was evident on her cheek, ad Ichigo couldn't help but notice it, and worry about his friend.
"You should tie your hair back while cooking." Ichigo suggested, and placed a hand on her cheek.
A red line formed on Orihime face, and she smiled once again.
"I know I should, but I forget, and when I start cooking I can't stop."
"I see. Orihime…have you…have you been crying." Ichigo stuttered, as he was trying not to make her uncomfortable. However, when Ichigo asked Orihime's eyes looked down in sadness.
"It's nothing" she spoke faintly.
"Has anyone hurt you? If they have I'll deal with it."
"Oh no, it's nothing like that. It's just, before you came here I felt really lonely, and I guess I started thinking that when you leave I'll be on my own again. I didn't want to make you feel bad, or make you feel like you had to stay, so I hid it. I'm sorry Ichigo. I just…" a stray tear tumbled down her reddened face. "I don't want to be alone anymore." Once she finished her sentence, she allowed the flood gates to open, and tears fell freely.
Ichigo wiped one away with his thumb, and lifted her head.
"You are not alone Orihime. Please don't cry." Ichigo smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear so he could see her face properly.
"You are kind and gentle, and you'll never be alone Orihime. Trust me, I'll always be here."
Ichigo's words made her cry even more, and in that moment Ichigo captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
Her lips were plump, and her face was hot from the crying. Orihime wrapped her slim arms around Ichigo's neck, as she returned the kiss. Ichigo's hands sat on her hips, and as the kiss finished, he pulled the sniffling princess into a warm embrace.
Well, I hope you liked it….I didn't really know how to go about this, but I think it worked out alright. Any reviews will be much appreciated ^_^ (may right another chapter, if people like it)