Rose had rushed to Shiro's side when Mugetsu had dragged the angry prince back into the castle grounds, her actions frantic and overly-emotional. "My dear!" She had exclaimed, "What has happened?"
"Nothing…Mugetsu just being his common asshole of a self." Shiro huffed, still laying on the ground on his back. "I think the siren flowers are hungry, Mugetsu would make a good snack." Shiro added with a growl.
"I had good enough reason." Mugetsu rolled his eyes.
"Oh you poor thing." Rose pouted, brushing a piece of Shiro's hair out of his face.
"I will be fine!" Shiro snapped as he sat up, groaning when his gut started to throb.
"Are you okay?" Rose asked, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and setting her chin down on one of them.
"Fine." Shiro huffed.
"Aww, well maybe we can go on that walk we wanted to go on and maybe you'll feel better." She said, kissing his cheek and smiling a little before releasing him and standing up.
"You wanted to go on," Shiro corrected as he stood as well, "and I need to change before I go anywhere… because someone thought it would be fun to drag me across the city and to the palace." Shiro added, glaring at Mugetsu.
Rose rolled her eyes and smiled at him. "I'll go with you. I need to change into more.. respectable.. clothing, anyways." She giggled slightly.
Shiro sighed. "Let's go then..." he replied, walking away. Rose followed him.
The demonic sun was setting and the markets crowd had dwindled into just a few passerby going back home for the night, since demons from the upper layers tended to break through into the more peaceful ones and reek havoc on anyone unfortunate enough to be outside.
Ichigo had yet to leave his stand, still packing up the last of his wares into a box so he could get home without worry. Once he had put the last of the jewelry into the box he sighed and straightened, stretching with a yawn before picking the box up and shifting it under one arm, turning and making his way out of the stall.
An albino jogged up the street, attempting to keep his eyes up at Ichigo's head, not at his perfect ass. He stopped just behind Ichigo and tapped on his shoulder.
The oranget jumped slightly spinning around and nearly dropping his box to look at him. "... You're not going to tackle me again, are you?" He asked, staring warily at him as he shifted his box.
"If I was going to tackle you, I would do it from behind… it's easier." Shiro shrugged.
"Well... what do you want, then? I need to get home before the sun's completely down." He huffed.
"Two things… one I wanted to say sorry about tackling you earlier, you, err, remind me of someone I used to know and for a minute I thought you were that person. Second, I wanted to see if we could be friends or something, you seem nice enough." Shiro responded.
Ichigo stared at him for a moment. "I'll... think about it." He said before turning and walking away.
Shiro opened his mouth to argue but shut it again. He didn't want to pressure him; he couldn't bare losing the angel again.
Shiro and Rose were on another walk, this time around the castle grounds. Mugetsu was following them at Shiro's request; the albino didn't like to be alone with Rose. Rose was giggling and clinging onto Shiro's arm, much to his discomfort as they chatted, though she did most of the talking. Shiro simply nodded or spoke short sentences, not really paying attention to the annoying, giggling female clinging to him. They walked around for a little while until Rose had to go off to attend to some mess-up that had to do with the female maids in the castle. Shiro grinned as he watched her walk away.
"… Fine, go." Mugetsu sighed.
"You can come too," Shiro suggested.
"I'm covering for you, now go. Don't rape him." Mugetsu sighed. Shiro nodded and headed down to the market place where he last saw Ichigo. Ichigo was in the same spot he had been the day prior, though he seemed to have a new book, but it was set to the side as he talked with a female demon that seemed interested in one of the pieces of jewelry he was selling. Shiro smiled at seeing the oranget, standing to the side while he waited for the two to finish their chat.
After successfully finishing off the sale, Ichigo leaned back into the shade of the tarp and opened his new book. Shiro strolled over to the stand quietly, pretending to look at the jewelry. "Where did you get the jewelry? And why are you selling it?" Shiro asked.
Ichigo glanced at him, and for some reason couldn't help the small smile that made its way onto his face. "I made them, and I need to make money somehow, don't I?" He said, one hand rubbing his stomach gently.
"Talented fingers." Shiro stated. Then he glanced down at Ichigo's stomach. "Do you make enough money?" he added.
"...More or less," He said after a few moments, resting his chin in his palm. Shiro blinked but didn't question it further. "So what brings you here today?" Ichigo asked.
"I need a reason?" Shiro asked.
"Well, demons usually go to the market for a reason, don't they?" He chuckled, looking up at him.
"I guess… I just come here to avoid annoying people and see people who are cute and nice." Shiro shrugged.
Ichigo tilted his head slightly. "Oh really?"
"Yeah." Shiro nodded.
"Well it certainly couldn't be me." Ichigo chuckled a little.
"Really? I thought it was you…" Shiro muttered.
"Are you trying to flirt with me?" Ichigo asked, taping his index finger against his cheek, his bright eyes staring right into the prince's.
"That depends…are you dating anyone?" the albino asked.
Ichigo seemed to falter a little. "... No... I'm not." he said, glancing away briefly.
Shiro noticed the change. "Bad break-up?" he asked.
"... I guess you could say that..." He murmured before shifting a little. "I think I'll leave the market early today..." He sighed.
"Uhhh… want to go for a walk or something? We can talk about happier things, get to know each other better or something." Shiro suggested.
"I guess we can." Ichigo murmured after a moment, stretching his nearly-gray wings out a bit before folding them neatly behind him.
Shiro smiled happily. "Awesome!" he chirped.
"Just let me pack up and we can go." Ichigo said, slowly standing up and closing his book.
"I can help," Shiro commented.
"Oh, no, it's fine. I can do it myself." Ichigo said, leaning down so he could grab the box he always packed everything in that was under the table. Shiro pouted. Many people in the market were looking over at the Prince. It took a lot to get Shiro's attention so watching Ichigo do it without effort was odd.
Once Ichigo had finished packing up his things he made his way around the stand. "So, where are we going?" He asked.
"Around?" Shiro responded. "Not super sure."
"Well, I need to go bring this stuff back home, you can come with me- I mean, if you want that is..." Ichigo said, stumbling a little with his words.
"Oh, sure!" Shiro chirped, smiling at Ichigo again.
"Follow me, I guess." Ichigo said after a moment, slightly put off by Shiro's overly-cheery nature before starting off down the road. Shiro followed Ichigo.
After about ten minutes they came up to a rather vacant area, smallish, sturdy houses lined up in rows closely together. Ichigo walked up to the one on the end and dug a small key out of his pocket and unlocked the door before pushing it open. He set his box down on a table and lit a match before carefully lighting an oil lantern next to it, illuminating the house considerably.
Shiro looked around the small house. He couldn't hide the faint expression of pity as he looked around. Ichigo glanced at him and frowned. "I know that look, and I don't need pity. It's perfectly fine the way it is." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Sorry… it seems… nice… not where I would have expected you to live." Shiro replied.
"Well what did you expect?" Ichigo asked, seeming slightly angry.
"Something fit for a beautiful princess like you." Shiro responded innocently.
Ichigo scowled, blushing a little. "Be quiet." He grumbled.
"You do deserve something like that." Shiro shrugged. He could see his Ichigo and this Ichigo -who would be his Ichigo as well- weren't that different.
"... We hardly know each other, yet your being so... nice. Why?" The oranget asked, frowning a little at him.
"I'm not allowed to be nice to people?" Shiro questioned.
"I just don't get it. That's all." Ichigo sighed.
"It's okay if you don't get it… just as long as you know I like you… you are really nice, polite, sweet, smart… and adorable." Shiro explained.
"...We met not but yesterday. How can you already say that?" He asked, laying a hand on his stomach.
"I have been told I'm a good judge of character." Shiro replied.
"I guess so..." Ichigo muttered under his breath before sighing. "I think we should go now." He said after a moment.
"Yeah." Shiro nodded.
Ichigo rubbed his stomach a little before leading Shiro out of the house and locking the door again. Shiro watched, resisting the urge to grab Ichigo's hand.
"Well, there's a pretty meadow nearby... we can go there if you like." The fallen angel said, glancing off to the side.
"That sounds nice." Shiro nodded. Ichigo smiled a little. "Let's go, then."
Awwww Shiro is so cute...hopefully this romance goes better than the last
I don't have much to say this time xD
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Via: Rose, Ichigo
Me: Shiro, Mugetsu