Title: Strained Trust
Pairings: You/Ichigo...eventually.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach!
Summary: You and Ichigo have been best friends for years. How do you deal with all of this Hollow stuff as it happens? And what's with these strange stomach aches that you've started having a year after becoming friends with Ichigo? My first story that I'm willing to let other people read.
Warnings: Some swearing, and some violence in later chapters.
Alright, one more short chapter that I'll add on later, and then I'll try and make the chapters longer.
Chapter 3
Seven hours, and a migraine, later, the bell to dismiss school rang. You pack up your stuff and jump out of your seat happily, only to double over with a shout as a burning pain shot through your upper stomach. You fell to your knees with a groan, one hand gripping the top of you desk for support while the other clutched at your stomach. Instantly Ichigo was by your side, a hand on your back.
"(name)! What's wrong?!" There were shouts all around you.
"I-I'm fine." You managed to gasp out, find it extremely hard to breath.
"The hell you are!" Ichigo lifts you up, bridal style. "I'm taking her to the infirmary!" He yells over his should at the worried teacher, already out the classroom door. The pain was ebbing and you found that you could breathe again. Forcing your brain to take in your surroundings, you were surprised to find yourself being carried by Ichigo, who was practically running down the hall. 'When did that happen?' Noticing the concerned murmurs from the students in the hall, you hide your face against Ichigo's shirt. 'God, this is embarrassing.' The pain was only half as bad as before by the time Ichigo pushed through the Infirmary door and set you down on one of the beds. The room was empty. 'The Infirmary people in this school fail. Meh, makes it easier on me, though.' You sigh and close your eyes, hearing the tell-tail scrape of a chair as Ichigo pulls one up to the side of the bed. After a few minutes of deep breathing, you sit up, groaning. Ichigo places a hand on your shoulder, concern evident in his eyes.
"(name), are you sure you feel well enough to move?" You give him a, supposed to be, reassuring smile.
"I'm fine!" To prove it you swing your legs off the bed and stand up, stretching and managing to only wince a little. Ichigo didn't look convinced.
"You should rest a bit more."
"No way! Let's go home! I'm hungry!" In truth the thought of eating made you feel ill. Ichigo gave you a look. 'Damn, so much for fooling him.' "Alright, fine. I want to go lay down, at home!" He gave you another look, this one saying that he didn't like it, but he was going to let you have your way. Yay. He sighed and stood up.
"Fine." He went over to the door.
"Thanks, Ichi!!" You followed behind him, and got ambushed by Orihime as soon as you stepped out of the room.
"(name)-san! Are you alright now??" She stuck her hand on your forehead.
"I'm fine!" You complain, pulling her hand away from your face. You see Sado behind her and grin at him. He comes up beside Orihime and places on of his hands on the top of your head, looking down at you with worry in his eyes.
"I said I'm fine Damngit!" You glare at them.
"Hey, you can't blame them for worrying." Ichigo interjected.
"Sure I can," You mutter, crossing your arms and pouting. He rolled his eyes.
"Here." Sado held out Ichigo and your's school bags.
"Ah, forgot about those. Thanks, Chad." Ichigo took both of the bags.
"Yea, thanks!" You beamed at Sado.
"Well we'd better head home!" You let Ichigo push you in the right direction. "Bye Orihime, Chad."
"Cya tomorrow, guys!" You call, waving behind you.
"No you won't, you'll be at home in bed." Ichigo glares at you.
"Eh?" You ask, and then get what he was implying. "What? No! I'm going to school tomorrow!" You yell.
"No, you're not."
"Says who?!"
"Says me."
"Well who cares what you say?!" The argument continued until you were out of Orihime and Sado's hearing.
"They're so cute!" Orihime squealed. Sado just shook his head and walked away.
