Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing of Bleach :'(
AN: New Update…enjoy guys!
CHAPTER 2
You got my head spinning… No kidding… I can't pin you down
The boy was an utter nuisance.
It has been three weeks since she knocked some sense on the numbskull; however like an idiot that he was, he searched for her. She had to give him merit for his tracking skills though. She was the kind of girl that was hard to find; the kind that never wants to be found.
"I'm Shinji"
Her blood boiled as soon as she saw his expression. Their previous encounter made her a bit apprehensive too. He had that lopsided grin that made her question if this was the same kid from earlier that was covered in thick reiatsu and blood.
"Thank you" The boy bowed in front of her while extending his arms to present her sandal.
The bipolar kid was definitely a disaster waiting to happen and she wanted no part of it.
"I don't give a shit! Leave me alone…"
That and a bop on the head was her lovely reply.
The boy cradled his head keeling pathetically on the ground. She, on the other hand, dashed away as far as her little legs could carry her; cursing at the wind for forgetting her sandal.
After three days…
He found her again.
She woke up with the sight of his face inverted from her view.
"Can I be with ya" He grinned.
"What kinda stupid question is that?!" Her hand impulsively slapped his face away.
The boy was a creep and he sounded very desperate. Who would want to be with someone like that. Despite her protest, he just chuckled and tossed to her a bag.
"I'll be yer friend"
She considered throwing it back at his face but her curiosity got the better of her. She dipped her hands in the satchel and what she touched surprised her to say the least. In the bag were new wooden sandals, perfectly carved and just her size.
"that's not up ta ya! Dumbass…did you think bribing me with stolen goods would work?!"
She threw the bag on the ground as she walked out of the shed that she's been sleeping on.
"I didn't steal it…I made it for ya"
She balled her fist and turned to him with the most menacing glare she could muster. To her relief and somehow annoyance, the idiot wasn't smiling anymore. He held his ground by staring straight at her with his golden orbs that shone much needed warmth and sincerity.
She awkwardly snatched the pair from the bag, glowering at him the whole time. The rope straps were comfortable as she slipped her dainty feet in them. "Now we're even"
The boy lit up like a light bulb. Beaming like a numbskull that he was.
"…now get the hell out of my sight!"
She stepped on his feet with her new feet covers, wishing that the boy would listen and leave her be.
Fortunately, he didn't…
…because hours later at the river, he saved her.
She didn't expect to slip from the edge of the bridge and now she was pitifully drowning like an overgrown kitten. She'd licked but it just seemed to make her sink even more. That was when she saw through her sore eyes, her unwelcome savior.
Without any hesitation she saw how he jumped into the water with a graceful dive that deserved much applause. He snatched her by the collar of her kimono and pulled her into his arms. As soon as she was out of the water, she was kicking and squirming frantically like a fish out of water.
He didn't say a word and the silence from the unnecessary amount of unease from the boy unnerved her. It was a thoroughly gauche pause.
"Ya aren't getting a shitty thank you from me"
She crossed her arms in front of her as she dragged her soaked physique away.
Sarugaki Hiyori didn't sprinted away that time. It wasn't because she was tired from the recent near death experience nor was it because she was too stubborn to do so.
It was clandestinely to let the boy follow her.
Months later…
At first, she was very apprehensive with the idea of having him around, she even resorted in shoving—literally with every forcible and cruel means possible— him away. After her little tantrum he would back away a few feet and sometimes go away; But she knew that he never left. The boy was always there, watching her like a hawk.
After several weeks she discovered that the idiot was of great use after all. He would efficiently help her earn some extra as she did freelance chores around Rukongai. It simply gets irritating when the owners sometimes seemed to like him and his charm more than her. Other than his excess in interpersonal relations, she got along with him.
They had similar past. She hadn't asked him yet nonetheless she was sure that those eyes reflected an incurable memory that left him scarred. More importantly, they shared the same level of power and will to survive.
"Hiyori! You forgot your sandal again!~"
The numbskull in consideration suddenly popped out of nowhere. She expected as much but she could never expect how irritating his salutary grin could be.
"I didn't forget" She made a grab at the pair but he raised it above his head. The boy was getting too cocky. He was a good foot taller which made his smirk a tad wider.
"I'm beginning to think that ya leave yer sandal behind just for me ta bring it back ta—"
She gutted him with a strong jab that made him lean over. She snatched her sandals as soon as it was reachable.
"I didn't ask for ya to be my servant dog dumbass…go play fetch somewhere else!" She crossed her arms and scowled. The boy recovered quickly and continued his statement as if nothing happened.
"Recently…it's as if yer happy when I follow ya around"
She made the boy kiss the pavement after that.
She would deny this even under torture but they both knew the truth behind his assumption.
