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Bananas
Uryuu liked bananas.
Unlike people, he understood them.
He had to be harsh, least he couldn't peel them off right.
When it came to peeling off, the banana never cried out, never resisted, never demanded he returned its feeling first.
In return, however, he always knew there might be those nasty half rotten spots waiting, lurking under the deceiving yellow peel just waiting for him to press a finger against it, to poke it wrongly and then have a finger covered with icky goo.
And it wasn't like the banana tried to hide it or anything.
Ho no.
It wore the black mark on itself rather proudly, almost waiting for people to ignore it, to shun it for simply being what it was.
And he, the foolish one who took it, would always be the idiot who ignored all the signs, walked into no man's land, and had to wipe his hands before he touched anything else.
People were different.
He had to be gentle, verbally tiptoe around them least he was considered 'mean' or inconsiderate… and then he was called anti-social and had to deal with the constant complaints of his peers.
When he even so much as sent a wrong glance towards someone, he would be called a pervert, a freak of society for his own preferences.
Heaven forbid actually doing anything about those preferences…
And above all else…
At least when a banana marked you…
You could wear the same pair of pants for school the next day.
Not like you could complain to a banana, anyway…
And a banana never broke your heart.
You see, bananas were always honest about –everything- they did…
Even when they made you fall, head over heels.
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Ichigo hated bananas.
Unlike people, he had a hard time ignoring them.
Having been created in a color just as bright as his hair, they stood out in the gray scenery of his school and mundane life.
Long and thick, demanding attention, a rough treatment from those slender fingers which would be marked and abused on account of the smallest mistake.
Bananas were whores, no doubt about that.
Letting just anyone peel them off…
Not caring whom it was that saw them naked, so tender and vulnerable…
Not caring whom it was that saw all their black marks, poking his fingers carelessly into them…
Not caring whom it was that licked them…
That slid his lips down over them…
They marked him, alright.
Sticky, standing-out marks that lasted as though forever…
A taunting mark to remind everyone of what happened…
He really couldn't understand them.
Had they no shame?!
And you never could keep your balance properly with a banana.
You thought it was gone, and when you least expect it – BAM! It got in your way, right under your shoe, and before you know it you're busy falling helplessly, trying desperately to keep your feet from your mouth.
Not that it helped much, since no matter what you did, you ended up falling and getting up with a sore ass…
And everyone just kept pointing in your direction and whispering.
Yeah, so he got a banana stain on his pants…
Get over yourselves.
Not like they had any idea what it felt like…
To see those fingers peel the yellow skin away…
To see that tongue caress the tip lightly…
To see those lips slide over that surface, swallowing so much at once…
He never did liked bananas.
They were a waste of precious efforts.
And then, just then, when the mental image was at its peek, when he couldn't help but run his tongue over his lips, almost tasting the feeling, just then…
Uryuu bit down.
Hard.