I. apples
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Summer comes and goes in magic breezes and teasing touches. It promises many things, such as delusion and lazy days, flowers and pretty fireworks, illusions and sleeping in day after day. It makes the world seem a brighter place, breathing in warmth as rays of light explore the ground, seeping into the beautiful world. And there is rain; light sprinkling showers that make meadows glisten in moist perfection.
Summer is a dream that only lasts for so long.
And yet, once she appears in the cake shop wearing flip-flops, a pretty dress and an oversized hat… he kind of hopes that she's the kind of girl that lasts forever.
Preferably buying cake.
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"I love you. I really, really, really love you."
Snuggle.
"Izuru, take a picture. I'm going to milk this for all it's worth."
Snicker.
"… um, snap, bang, crackle, pop?"
Click!
"I hate you guys."
Scowl.
"At least it's not as bad as Matsumoto. She'd have started groping you by now."
Chuckle.
"Hug me. Looove me. Never—"
Squeeze.
"Get her off me!"
Growl.
"For the record, Ichigo, she's not usually like this. Actually, she's never done this before."
Click!
"Admit it – this is as much action as you're ever going to get."
Chuckle.
"Stop taking the damn photos, Kira!"
Glower.
"You're my best friend."
Smile.
"What about us, Momo? Me and Izuru! Aren't we your best friends?"
Pout.
"I… jeez… you're my best friend too."
Pat.
"I knew it; nobody can resist her puppy eyes."
Snigger.
"Renji!"
Frown.
"Thaaank you, Usa-chan…"
Cuddle.
"So. You won't arrest us, or anything, will you?"
Mumble.
"Luckily, for you, no; as long as she doesn't—"
Mutter.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Izuru, get her off him."
Snicker.
"G-Gomen."
Tug.
"Don't leave me, Tora-chan… I love you. Who… are… you?"
Pine.
"Later, Ichigo. Have fun playing security guard."
Wave.
"Hai, hai. Enjoy the rides of Urahara themepark."
Smile.
"…"
Sigh.
"I hate this job."
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She comes in a twirl, dancing to the lazy sway of her hips and the shimmer of her hair, stumbling to the tune of the bell that informs Kurosaki Ichigo that another customer has entered the shop of Shihouin Yoruichi.
Looking up, he gives a brief nod at the new customer, scribbling down the request that the current one wants.
… wait.
Wait just a second.
Isn't that—?
"Uh…"
She bows before he has the chance to say something comprehensible, chocolate brown hair spilling down her shoulder like a waterfall.
"I am so, so sorry!"
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Disclaimer: bleach. Not mine.