Title. Painting Flowers
Summary. "Would you like to be my friend?" She asked carefully. Stretching her arms down at him. He frowned for a second, what's with her weird gesture? Stretching her arms out like she's inviting me. AU.
It all started in one sunny afternoon.
A boy with bright spiky hair panted heavily, settling himself down under the big oak tree. He glanced around, looking if some guards were following him. When he saw nothing, he released a sigh of relief then glanced up.
Patches of sunlight made its way on his small face. His eyes narrowed and brought his hands up to prevent the light on crossing on his eyes.
"That one was awesome." He whispered, smiling to his achievement. "I wonder what will be their reactions if they found my room empty."
He giggled to himself as he began to imagine. His eyes dropped down on his shirt and frowned. He is now in a complete mess, his white and clean t shirt were now covered in mud, the end of it seemed to be torned apart leaving a small split on his side. He groaned in irritation.
"Hihi"
He snapped his head up, looking around. "Who's there?"
He stood up abruptly and scowled. "Show yourself!"
"You're funny…" The voice giggled again.
He spun around and with too much force he hit the tree's trunk with his face. He fell backwards, The back of his head knocking on the grass.
"Oww…" He groaned. Rubbing on his cheeks where a small gash is visible.
"You hit the wrong thing!" The small voice chirped sweetly.
He opened his eyes and saw something… No, It was someone who was sitting up there in the large branch of the tree.
There, sat a small girl. A grin plastered on her cheeky small face, showing her crooked little teeth.
"Hi!" She smiled, waving a small muddy hand down at him.
"Who are you?" He asked softly, His eyes not leaving her.
"Me?" She asked with a cute pout, pointing to herself.
He rolled his eyes and sat up. He placed his elbow on the grass, supporting his light weight.
He nodded and looked up on her again.
By the way, what was she doing up there?
"Im…" She bowed her head down.
He absentmindedly opened his mouth waiting for her to continue.
"Im… Im a friend! " She grinned.
He scowled, glaring at her.
"How about you?"
"I don't tell my name on strangers." He said coolly.
What is she thinking, didn't she know who I am?
"Same here" She smiled again.
He froze on his spot for a moment, There's something weird. Her smile held something suspicious yet beautiful at the same time.
An angel without a pair of white wings, Instead dressed in a ragged, muddy cloth.
"Would you like to be my friend?" She asked carefully. Stretching her small hand down at him.
Ichigo frowned for a second, What's with her weird gesture? Stretching her hands out like she's inviting me.
"Y-you might fall…" He said instead, Averting his eyes on his side.
She shooked her head which he noticed was short and had the same color as him, but his was brighter.
"If that happened, Ill just spread my wings out."
This time he shooked his head, "What do you think you are?" He paused. "An angel? Fairy?"
He remembered. Sometimes, his mother used to tell him stories about those creatures who had wings beside from the birds he used to see every morning on his window.
Just like on those tales. These girl in front of him was telling that she's one of them, Sort of.
He's a child, But that thought cannot fool him. He knew from the very first time, They don't exist. And one more thing is clear.
He won't be able to hear stories like that, Cause theres no one who will tell him such tales. He wont be hearing his Okaa-san's voice again.
His attention landed on the girl again. She is now standing, Her hand placed on the trees large trunk where she gathered and maintains her balance.
He quickly stood up and stretched his arms forward, Ready to catch her if she fall.
"Don't worry," She said shakingly. "Im just practicing, They said that when I turned nine, My wings!" She laughed. "My wings will burst out and Ill fly!"
He stared at her in amusement. She's really weird. Weird in a cute way.
He looked down on his chest. What's with this feeling? He laid flat his palm on his chest, and exhaled deeply.
My heart… It was beating rapidly. W-what? He shook his head and looked up once again.
"Hey!" She shouted, beaming at him. "Im going to jump! And you'lle see my wings!"
And as soon as she finished her sentence, She huffed and jumped down on him.
Ichigo's eyes widened, he moved a step forward and in an instant he caught her. They both fell and she landed on top of him.
A quick blush spread across both of there cheeks.
Ichigo had his arms wrapped around her, he removed it and she looked at him.
"Ooops…" She smiled apologetically. "My wings were not ready."
He inhaled and smelled her scent, It was sweet and nice.
She leaned back and rolled to her side, laying on her back, she giggled.
"That's cool!"She said. "Have you done anything like that?"
"Like what?" He scowled, laying beside her.
"Like what I did."
"I only jumped over a large thick fence."
"Eh?" She said in wonderment, she looked at him from her side. "R-really?"
He smiled and nodded at her. "Its a great feeling you know… Getting away from…" He
stopped immediately.
"From?" She asked softly.
His scowl returned and looked up.
"You know.." She started, another sweet smile on her small face. "Im glad I met you."
He looked at her from the corner of his eyes.
"Back there in our neighbor, All the kids hated me…" She smiled sadly. "They're always picking on me. They said my hair looks awful and weird." She placed her small hands on top of her head.
"I only have one friend though he's not with me anymore." Her eyes began to tear. "I really missed Enraku."
"Enraku?"
"Un! He's so cute but Okaa-san threw him away. She said it's a trash, Like me…" She whispered the last word.
His eyes widened, he seemed to be taken back on what she had said.
Her. Trash. Okaa-san.
"So, that's why Im asking you If you could be my friend?"
"Aren't you scared of me?"
She shooked her head and glanced at him. "Not at all! Why would I?"
He smiled at her then nodded. "Fine, were friends."
The corner of her lips lifted and a tear rolled sideways from her eyes, "Thank you!"
A/N: Hello there :) Im back! Well, with a new story :). So, what's with the title? I got it from one of my favorite band's song :). This story starts when Ichi and Hime were still young (Maybe around eight or nine years of age) If you have any questions my dear readers, just feel free to ask. And Im sorry If there are some grammar mistakes.
Review pls. Thank you :*