FF – Bleach
Murmurs echoed along the hall - her presence had aroused each class-room as she strutted past. The allure of her scent, and the rays of her beauty captivated the unenthusiastic students - previously fighting to stay awake. Heads poked out of classrooms and popped up from windows to scrape a mere glance. Meanwhile at the end of the hall–
"So how 'bout it? I'm here to take control, I have a reputation of taking over high-schools all over the country for the Souchira Clan." A young man spoke with false authority.
He donned a black uniform, and his golden hair was spiked back and upwards into two points.
Carelessly, his target replied, "Bullshit."
The pretentious lout had it in for himself today, see, as his 'victim' was a young man of previously unprecedented power - yet waking up today was the first time he had done so without his supernatural abilities.
"I understand you are the strongest here, so will you give in, Strawberry?" As he spoke, he pointed to a lifeless body by the corridor wall, wearing the same uniform as his target, with its limbs bloody and its dreadlocks mangled.
"Or will the rest of your school suffer the same fate as that n-"
WHOOSH, suddenly he broke off – a heel arced through the air, aiming upwards for his crotch.
Strawberry scowled as he gazed up,"I didn't know the school had installed a skylight..."
He coughed blood and remembered how he used to be healed... He longed for her. Dull tapping permeated through the air, Strawberry looked down the hallway, and a figure came into view – the monotonous tapping growing louder.
"Kurosaki!" A girl's voice.
The voice. The voice of delicateness, caring, personality and laughter.
"Kurosaki-kun!"
Stawberry's heartbeat accelerated as he squinted his eyes and cocked his head in inquisitive anticipation. A figure leapt at him, embraced him. He recognised the sweet scent, the soft curves and her comforting warmth - he responded in kind. They gazed deeply into eachother's eyes, lovingly, and wispered.
"Orihime..."
"Ichigo..."
Ichigo raised a hand and cupped Orihime's cute, elegant face. His fingers traced her jaw-line then carefully trailed the edge of her ear, down her bare neck, over the ruffles of her tight clothing to rest on the small of her back. Beneath a golden shaft of sunlight, the orange-haired couple silently embraced eachother.