I opened my eyes to a blue sky framed by the slim stalks of grass...the cool breeze flowed through me and a slow smile spread across my face. I felt strangely at peace.
"Hey, you're in the way," a voice said with a hint of annoyance. Startled, I shot up and found myself face-to-face with a boy with strikingly orange hair. A blush heated my face, though I didn't understand why at first. He scowled and jerked his head at where I was sitting, hands stuffed in his jean pockets.
"That's my spot,"
Something snapped in my mind and I grabbed the boy around the neck in a chokehold.
"Who says?"
"Ouch! Lemme go, crazy bitch!" he yelped as he struggled.
"Not until you apologize, little punk," I grunted, thinking that he reminded me a lot of someone...
Twisting under and out, he broke free, and gripping my wrists, spun me around and forced me to my knees. I barely managed to blink in surprise when he leaned down close to my ear, his hot breath on my neck.
"Who's a punk?" he breathed in a whisper. I turned a dark red. Unfortunately, the stupid boy happened to notice.
"Whoa, whoa, don't tell me you're attracted to me?" he cried, letting me go in his surprise.
I spun on him and knocked him on the head. He blinked, and I could hardly believe it. We were the same height! Then the boy fainted and fell onto me.
"Nn! Even though...we're the same height...you're still so much heavier than me," I grumbled as I set him down on the ground.
His body fell limp and rolled into mine. Relieved, overjoyed, and thankful, I stroked his cheek as his head rested on my lap. The rain still fell, but I couldn't feel the sadness.
"Thank you for not dying," I whispered, tears in my eyes.
My eyes refocused on the boy before me and I felt like my breath had been knocked out of me. Could it be..?
"Ichigo?" I whispered. Bright orange hair, a strong jaw, fair skin, and...
His brown eyes slowly fluttered open and my heart sped up.
"How do you know my name?" he murmured, eyes wide with wonder as he studied my face.