Title: Strained Trust
Pairings: You/Ichigo...eventually.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach!
Summary: You and Ichigo have been best friends for years. How do you deal with all of this Hollow stuff as it happens? And what's with these strange stomach aches that you've started having a year after becoming friends with Ichigo? My first story that I'm willing to let other people read.
Warnings: Some swearing, and some violence in later chapters.
I hope my story entertains you!
Chapter 1
Beep… beep… beep….
You groan and shift in your sleep, pulling the covers of your bed over your head.
Beep beep… beep beep… beep beep….
You hiss and burrow your head farther into the covers in an attempt to block out that dreaded beeping.
Beep beep beep… beep beep beep… beep beep beep….
Snarling, you fling off the covers and slam your hand down on the alarm clock, trying to beat it into silence. It didn't work. And now your hand hurt. Signing, you push the button on the clock, successfully stopping the current bane of your existence. You stand and stretch, wincing as both of your shoulders pop painfully. Walking over to your closet, you pull out your school uniform. 'Damn Japanese schools and their need for uniforms!' You think as you get dressed. You go about your daily routine, washing your face, combing your hair and pulling it into a high ponytail, brushing your teeth, etc. When you were finished, a quick glance at the clock caused you pump your fist and let out a shout of joy.
"I have time for Breakfast!" You rushed to your kitchen and quickly fixed yourself a bowl of cereal. Breakfast was a rare delight for you, only because you were too lazy to get up earlier every morning in order to have it though. The doorbell rang and you glanced at the clock in surprise. He was early! Forgetting that you have your spoon in your mouth, you rush to the door. 'Honestly!' You huff as the doorbell continued to ring. 'Why does he insist on ringing the freaking bell continuously until I get there?!' You swing the door open and glare at the ringer.
"Yo! You're actually up." Ichigo looks away from the doorbell to grin at you, before he quirks an eyebrow at you. "Breakfast?" He asks, looking pointedly at the spoon still hanging from your mouth.
"Yup!" You cheer, returning to your kitchen with Ichigo following behind you. "You're going to break my doorbell one of these days. Ringing it once works!"
"It's to wake you up in case you're still sleeping." He was smirking now, jerk.
"That only happened once, Damngit! (And no, that isn't a typo. I just use that in place of Dammit…long story.)" You turn around to glare at him. 'Must be bring that every freaking Monday?!' He just stared at you. "Alright, fine! More than once!" You go back to your cereal and down it. You rinse off your dishes in the sink and stick them in the half-full dishwasher, then start up the dishwasher. You let out a small gasp and wince at the sudden twinge of pain in your upper stomach area that came every once in awhile for no reason. You sigh, rubbing it as the pain faded.
"Is your stomach still doing that?" Ichigo asks, concern in his voice. It worried him a little, seeing as how the pains started nearly five years ago, a year after you and he had become friends.
"Yea, well it's gone. It's time to head on to school!" You put on a cheerful façade. It had started happening more often now, several times a day. You weren't about to let Ichigo know though, he'd just worry a lot and force you to go see his dad. You slipped on your shoes while grabbing your school bag and made your way over to the front door, where Ichigo was already waiting.
"Ah, almost forgot! Hold on a sec" He reached into his school bag and pulled out a bento wrapped in a blue hand towel. "Yuzu made this for you." You squeal and grab it, spinning around in a circle.
"Ichi, I freaking love your sister! I'd starve to death without her." You say as you stick the bento in your bag. "Remember to thank your sister for me, and tell her that I'm her loyal servant for eternity."
"You're an idiot." He starts to walk away, in the direction of the school.
"Hey, you have your idiotic moments too!" You grin wickedly. "Like that time when you screamed like a girl when your dad ambushed you in the shower 'cause Karin called him an idiot." You watched in satisfaction as his face turned a bright shade of red. Ducking the cuff, that you knew was coming, you ran ahead.
"Get back here!" He yells, running after you. You glance behind you and stick your tongue out at him. Kurosaki Ichigo was your best friend, and has been since the 3rd grade, when you were dumped In Japan by your parents. You haven't seen them since then, either. Well, they were never really there from the beginning anyway. It was around the time his mom had died too, so you were both mourning the loss of your parent/s. He more so than you. That was what kind of drew you together, funny, no? By now Ichigo had caught up to you, since you had started walking again, and continued to walk beside you. Before you knew it, the double doors leading into the school towered over you. Your eye twitched.