February 16, 2009
12:00 PM - Cafeteria/Lunch area
Skinny love - Two people loving each other but are too shy to admit it.
Ichigo climbed up the rusting steps towards the rooftops for lunch. With him, he carried a blue bag with the lunch Yuzu had packed for him; noodles with beef. His grey slacks rode up his calves, and the sleeves of his white button down shirt jumping out from being tucked in his pants. With every clank his feet made with each step, the grumble in his stomach grew louder and louder. The grumbling mixed with the clanking mixed with the dark environment of the staircase gave him and anyone else on it feeling scared.
In retaliation; he quickened his pace and swung his arms as he ran up the steps. His lunch bag was being swayed as it shouldn't have. He cared more about the illusion of survival than the slowly spilling noodles he had. His dirty black sneakers stomped on each step, making the clanks echo louder than before
His feet stopped moving after about two minutes of jogging up a never-ending staircase. He was heaving, sucking in every bit of oxygen, preparing for his lungs to give out at any given moment. He ran his hands through the orange mop that was his hair, his hands being moistened by the sweat. 'Well, that's a good way to start lunch,' He thought reassuringly, wiping the sweat off on his pants and continuing to climb the steps at a much slower pace.
He surprisingly reached the rusting metal door, painted with greys and blues to cover up the rusting. He stood by, catching his breath and fixing his appearance before pushing it open.
His tall lanky build was thrown on the ground by the force of Keigo, the running man. He acquired the nickname after being chased down by two cross-country girls for six blocks. Sadly, he did not escape without being scratched. Actually, it was more than a scratch. He came out bruised and punched everywhere. His school uniform had been ripped and his hair was cut down and it made him look like a fool. But the icing on the cake were the words written on his face, 'lost male stripper. If found, call XXX BOYZZZ at 1-800-999-8734.' XXX BOYZZZ actually filed a complaint and had their numbers changed after receiving so much calls about Keigo, the missing male stripper.
"IIIICHIIIIGOOOOOOO," He hugged Ichigo forcefully, his skinny legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The girls behind Keigo giggled at his playfulness, but more at the clenched fist Ichigo had prepared. And the punch hit Keigo at the back of his neck, making his limp body take Ichigo down with him. Now, Ichigo was on top of Keigo, his legs still wrapped around his waist.
"Stupid, what are you trying to do?" Ichigo got up, wiping off the asphalt on his pants, looking down at Keigo who appeared to be counting birds circling his head.
"Just… wanted… to greet… my friend…" He laughed maniacally, gripping the back of his head at the same time to stop the pain.
"You try that again, next time you won't have a friend to greet," Ichigo spat at Keigo coldly, taking his lunch bag and sitting beside Inoue Orihime, the princess of his grade. As he opened up his lunch, he caught the sight of her. She was beautiful, no doubt. Her orange locks cascaded along her back, resembling the waves of the ocean. Her cream legs were crossed, giving enough sight to the boys and Chizuru. Her grey skirt rose higher than usual and her shirt was tight around her upper body, her large breasts popping at the buttons. But Ichigo didn't care as much about looks as the other boys. He liked her for who she was, the Orihime that was never offended, the Orihime who wanted to be strong, the Orihime who greeted everyone nicely, the Orihime that was playful, and the Orihime residing in his heart.
Tatsuki glared at Ichigo, aware of his crush on Orihime. She didn't want Orihime to date Ichigo because honestly, Tatsuki didn't like Ichigo. He was always scowling and always a pessimist while Orihime was smiling like the sun with the heart of a child. He paid little attention to Orihime and only noticed her when she grew out those large breasts of hers. But she had to endure him for her. For she liked Ichigo as much as he liked her. Skinny love.
"Ichigo, you look up her skirt again and the next thing you'll be seeing is my fist inside your mouth," she whispered at his ear, making Orihime wonder what she'd said to him. He blushed, his chopsticks picking at the noodles while none arrived at his mouth.
Keigo recovered shortly after from the assault (or as Ichigo called it, 'getting his ass beat). He ran past the eating bunch, sticking his nose out of the fence that protected him from falling over. "Whoa," He thought aloud, causing each and everyone at some point to say with hostility, "what?"
Keigo gulped, running his hands through his mop of brown hair. "Good…" He paused, inhaling a dangerous amount of oxygen, "looking car." He drooled slightly, each drop dripping onto the metal fence.
Tatsuki, along with Orihime and the others, excluding Ichigo, joined Keigo at admiring the 'good looking car.' They all had the same reactions as Keigo, a mix of confusion and admiration. At some point, Orihime said, "What is a nice car like this doing at Karakura High?" And no one answered. They all nodded in agreement.
Ichigo scoffed, gulping down the noodles. "Who cares?"
His idiotic response earned him a backslap from Tatsuki. "WHO CARES? A NICE CAR HAPPENS TO SHOW UP AT OUR SCHOOL AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS WHO CARES?"
Ichigo was unfazed by her hit, "Sorry, let me say that again; Who, and I say this to the people who have functioning brain cells, would care for a stupid car?"
Again, Tatsuki's brute force assaulted him. "WHAT IF IT'S THE CIA? WHAT IF JACKIE CHAN CAME TO ASK ME TO JOIN HIS SECRET KARATE CLUB?" Tatsuki beamed with happiness, engulfing Orihime in a bone crushing hug.
"Oh please, you aren't even that good at karate. Maybe, just maybe, they're coming to take you to their shitty-karate-guys-n'-gals-club." He looked up Tatsuki, oblivious to his diss and instead crushing every bone in Orihime's body. "And let go of her will ya? She's too young to die."
She reluctantly let go, her eyes burning through Ichigo's tough exterior. "You only said that cause you want her alive so you two can kiss." The comment had thrown Ichigo off his high horse and Orihime cowered to a corner, hiding the fierce blush on her cheeks.
"Shut up, idiot." Ichigo yelled at her, veins pulsing on his forehead to control himself. "Where's this car?" He asked, changing the subject so he wouldn't be exposed.
He wandered towards the fence, being followed by the group. The sight of the car had surprised him too. It was shiny and looked brand new, not the eight year old cars he saw in traffic. He wanted to get a better look but he didn't want to run down the stairs again. So he just watched it from the tall height.
For a moment, everything was still. The car hadn't moved and the trees didn't move. Ichigo felt like he was trapped in time but then he saw it. The passenger door opened, along with back seat door. "People," he whispered and soon the rest of the group had joined him.
Three bodies had emerged from the car; two boys and one girl. Keigo once again, began to drool. "Look at that beaut," he said, licking his lips. He eyed the girl with longing eyes. From what he could see, she was small. She had black hair that ended at her shoulders and she wore the school uniform. The height advantage made it difficult for him to observe the girl any longer.
Tatsuki looked at the boys, "Yeah, and look at those guys." Keigo shifted his gaze from the girl to the two boys now lined up beside her. They were both taller than her by a large margin. The one on the girl's left had flaming red hair. It wasn't orange like Orihime's and Ichigo's, but literally red. It was really long, pushing past his shoulders. Tatsuki squinted her eyes, "Does he have a tattoo?" The others noticed it too. The ragged lines and shapes and edges that accented his eyebrows.
Orihime nodded, silent up until now. "There's another guy," she pointed to the one on the right who had his arm slung around the girl. He looked like a normal teenager. He wasn't too short, he had no tattoos and no freakishly long hair. No, he was normal. He had normal black hair, a normal build, and no tattoos. He's what you'd expect to attend a high school.
And one thing they all looked past; the Karakura High uniforms they wore.
I experienced technical difficulties the other day. The ORIGINAL Chapter 2 was deleted and I tried to recover the files (I was stupid to not save) but it was too late. I finished writing the most shitty new chapter 2 and only one of beta's were able to edit so yeah, just look past the shittiness and pretend it's good.
Again, just a couple notes:
- God yes, there is IchiHime. I will keep it that way until I decide if this is gonna be a RukiKaien or an IchiRuki story.
- This was a shitty chapter holy shit I just finished reading over it again.
- From where this is going, there's a high chance this'll be set in the normal Bleach universe with shinigamis but the relationships and enigmas of the human characters have been changed drastically from my story so it'll be hard to continue on.
- I'm not gonna ignore the zanpakuto names because they were a really big part of the story line so maybe I'll reincarnate them as people? We'll see.
- Reviews are appreciated and thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read my shitty story (okay, my story is great).
- I am enduring major writers block so I'll be off for about three days until I can write a better chapter than this one.
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