Welcome to my new collection of stories: Snips, Pits, and Black Holes. It's kind of an experiment, sometimes people call these things their drabble series (I don't like that term) but my friend highly suggested that I just start putting out most everything IchiHime that I write or else she would put them up, and on facebook, so yes I'm doing it right away ma'am. These stories are random, disconnected misfits. No chapter will be related to any other chapter unless stated otherwise. Updates will be very sporadic. I will attempt to put brief descriptions and ratings at the beginning of each chapter/story if they're needed.

SNIPS are stories or sections of stories, they're either too SMALL to post by themselves or else I just wanted to write a SCENE by itself and not a whole fanfic. Sometimes just scenes by themselves are emotional and fun, so I like doing them but never post them.

PITS are stories which were going somewhere but stopped; I have not finished them and unless I explicitly state otherwise WILL NOT FINISH THEM, so you may take them as writing promts if you wish to (unless I specifically say not to), or just take them as they are. Honestly I don't mind if you use them as writing prompts. Let me know so I can see what you've done with them.

BLACK HOLES are stories that may be either snips or pits or anything in between, but because of the name I am hinting heavily that they SUCK. These are stories I do not like but people have prodded me to post any way.

Snip 1, "I"

Rated K+

A story I began to throw myself off whack, because I dislike first person present stories. I never wrote any more of the story, but I thought it was enough because I liked it. It is very short, only around 532 words.

Ichigo has a brief conversation with Orihime and thinks about her during it.

Because I really don't like to be alone as much as I make it seem like I do...

"No clubs again this year, Kurosaki-kun?"

I look down to you, the small orange-haired woman standing next to me. You just finished scrawling your name on the sign up list for the sewing club, as I knew you would. A moment ago you were talking about trying another club to meet new people; not especially talking to me about it, more to yourself. But I was listening. You'd get along in any club I'm sure, but I knew you'd stay in the sewing club. You like to fix things, to create things.

"Hmm, no," I reply, "not unless they pay me."

You look me up and down as if to say 'what a waste,' and then you shake your head and smile up at me. And I think... I'm getting used to that smile.

That makes me frown and look away. I'm used to Yuzu's smile, enthusiastic and geniune. I'm used to Karin's smile, one side a little higher than the other, amused and knowing. I'm used to my father's smile because its sole purpose is seemingly to annoy me. And I'm used to- was used to- my mother's smile. Once you get used to smiles and they get taken away from you, you never stop missing them. I don't want to get used to any more smiles; even if it means pushing people away.

"You should though. It'd be fun!" you say, and I realize my gaze has lingered on your lips just a little too long.

"On second thought, I'm already part of a club," I say and shove my hands into my pockets. "It's the 'I fight hollows in-between school and homework club,' and it keeps me pretty busy."

I've given you a small frown now. I didn't mean to. Joking around is hard with you, sometimes you take things too seriously.

"You're right," you say. "I should help more, take more of the load."

A year ago, even months ago I would have immediately rejected you. Heck, I'm biting back the words right now. Hollows are dangerous. I never wanted you around that and I still don't. But now I know you can handle yourself.

"I can go out on patrol with you," you say running your fingers along your hair, tucking it behind your ear, and I feel like a voyeur watching you move even though it's all perfectly innocent. "That is, if you want."

I'm contemplating saying no, but the look on your face tells me I shouldn't. I'm going to say it's the look on your face and not the fact that I'm starting to feel all the lonely nights out there and wouldn't mind your company.

But I still can't bring myself to say yes, all I can do is shrug and mutter something like, "Well, if it'll make you feel better" and hope you understand what it is I really mean.