Rating: T - Minor Orihime bashing.
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo-sensei owns Bleach and all its characters; I only use them fer writing funtimes.
Author's Note: Haha, so I forgot to put the song/artist for the previous one, so I decided on just putting them in the titles and saying the band's here: song belongs to The Killers.
"Ichigo, you know I love you. Right?" A citrine-haired girl crooned gently.
The respective carrot-top slowly nodded his head, dumbly - unknowingly - as she tightened her hold on his trembling body.
"Then you know I'll never leave your side. What I did - it was wrong, we both know that - but I was just so confused. He was my brother's closest friend, and we couldn't help it. We sought comfort; that's all we were looking for."
Ichigo was tempted to slap the living Hell out of her, but the boy was now beyond repairing to do so. This was about the fifteenth time the orange-haired girl had proven her lack of virtue — specifically, fidelity — and he simply wanted to forgive her. Wanted to press her down gently against the mattress and claim her once more as his and hope she wouldn't call out another man's name like she had so many times before.
"Are you mad, Kurosaki-kun?" She whispered softly into his flustering ear, small hands tracing various shapes on his sides.
He cracked a lopsided grin, although it seemed melancholic as tears continued to dribble from hurt, chocolate eyes.
"No, Inoue. I love you, too." He briefly leant over and pressed his lips to hers.
His heart wanted to combust itself when he realized she was unresponsive, despite her act of going along with everything. He wanted to cry his life out - in every sense of the phrase; wail to the Heavens why they'd done this to him. Sob until his throat was so raw it bled and he wouldn't have to lie anymore.
But as she dug her hand into his thatch of orange, pressing against him unwillingly, he refrained from parting to go see the one man whom he was still allowed to talk to. The one friend who wanted to stick through, despite that Shiro despised his inane affairs with Orihime. The one soul whom he kept breaking, piece by piece, with the daily phone-call of how he wanted to just die.