Hello fellow IchiHime fans!

Sine there are hardly any IchiHime fanfics, I decided to write one. YAY! I am a big supporter of IchiHime since I first started watching/reading Bleach. They just seem like a cute couple in my opinion.

Here are some ground rules –

1.) Leave a nice review. If you leave a review stating, "IchiHime SUCKS! IchiRuki RULES!!" or something that upsets me as the author, I will delete the review. I don't like being mean.

2.) I'm planning on writing seven chapters for each day of the week. Also, the time line for some chapters will lapse, meaning the characters will have different ages.

3.) ENJOY!!

One last thing, Ichigo and Orihime are about six or seven years old, and are in first grade during this chapter. I don't know if they went to the same school…but it's fanfiction, it's not supposed to make sense! If I'm wrong, please correct me.

Disclaimer -- I DON'T OWN THE RIGHTS TO BLEACH OR ITS CHARACTERS, that title belongs to the Great Tite Kubo!! If I did own Bleach, then things would be going my way (evil laugh) MWHAHAHA!!


Day One: Monday's Laughter

It was lunchtime and our sensei let us go outside due to the beautiful weather. That's when I saw you. During class, you sat right next to me, scribbling in your notebook. But now, you sat alone under a large oak tree. Ever since I started elementary school, I always wanted to be your friend. In my eyes, you were quite cute and shy. I wanted to go sit by you, but my friends told me not to. Confused, I asked them why.

"His hair is a weird color."

"Like an orange."

"And I heard sensei call him 'Ichigo'. That's a girl's name!"

I didn't understand, like most children did at this age. My brother always told me to be nice and courteous toward others. Frowning, I stood up and gathered my lunch. Before walking away from my so-called 'friends', I said something that I never said before.

"I hate you."

The looks on their faces were priceless. Their mouths were agape like a fish. I mentally giggled and continued on my merry little way. When I got closer, I watched as you munch on the cookie in your hand. Your notebook was open, with your other hand's fingers circled around an orange pencil.

"Hello."

You looked up and I smiled. You didn't say anything at first, as if you were wondering why I was talking to you.

"Hi."

I smiled again. "May I join you?"

"Sure!" You moved aside to make room, so that I could lean against the tree. Kind brown eyes lit up as I sat down next to you. I fixed my skirt to make myself comfortable.

"My name is Inoue Orihime."

"I'm Kurosaki Ichigo. You sit next to me in class right?"

"Yes," I nodded. "What are you drawing?"

You blushed. "Um, nothing good. Just some doodles."

"Can I see?"

"Um, okay."

As you handed me the book, our fingertips brushed but only for a moment; I don't think you noticed. Turning the colored pages, I was amazed at what you drew. I stopped at one picture that drew my interest. The picture consisted of a boy wearing a white cape with a black shirt and pants. In its hand was a giant sword as long as his body. But what drew me in was the orange hair that was messily drawn on the boy's head.

"Wow, this is really good!"

You began scratching the back of your head, blushing at my comment. "I was working on it during class, so it's not that good."

"Well, I think it's nice, Kurosaki-kun."

Blushing, you murmured a small 'thanks'. We continued eating our lunch. A group of boys passed us by, pointing and whispering at us. But that's when I noticed that they were only pointing at you. Your eyes cast downward as snippets of their words wafted by.

"How silly! He has orange hair."

"What a goof!"

"Haha, orange-head!"

I saw tears forming in your once shining eyes as the boys disappeared. How dare they say those mean things!

"Kurosaki-kun?"

"Why? Why did you want to eat with me? Don't you find me weird?" Your face was shadowed, hiding your hurt eyes.

"I don't think that you're weird at all, Kurosaki-kun. I always thought that you looked cool!" I clenched my fist in enthusiasm. "I mean, you're really special and you seem like a very nice person."

You looked stunned at my little comment, but soon you started to laugh. And just like that old saying goes, I began to laugh with you. The wind trickled past us, carrying our laughter to the heavens above.

"Do you want to be friends?"

"Okay!"

We smiled at each other as our friendship blossomed. A shrill whistle echoed throughout the schoolyard; lunch was over. I had just put the remainder of lunch back in my lunchbox when a small hand appeared under my nose. My gray eyes locked with your brown ones as I looked up. You held out your hand, silently gesturing for mine. A large grin was painted on your cute face. I grasped your hand, our fingers lacing together. You pulled me off the ground with such ease, your smile never faltering.

"Let's go, Orihime-chan!"

I liked how you said my name. It sounded…right. It was almost as if I was destined to meet you. We walked back to class, hand in hand. Our classmates gave us a weird look when we entered the room, but we didn't care.

We were friends.


As soon as college slows down, I'll post more chapters. Truthfully...I have no idea what to write about next (laughs weakly)

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