He woke up when there was a loud crash of thunder outside, sounding extremely close. The abandoned house was completely dark, aside from the lightning flashes illuminating it. A shadow sat at the windowsill, a flash of lightning revealing it to be Hiyori.
"What're ya looking at?" he asked, standing behind her.
"That girl is out there" she said, pointing to a figure sitting on the sidewalk.
"Which girl?" he asked.
"That girl who was looking for Ichigo, your 'first crush', big boobs" she described.
"Ah! Inoue-chan!" he exclaimed, heading for the door. A car pulled up in front of her, Tatsuki stepping out. After a few seconds, Orihime climbed in and the car pulled away.
"Aw damn! She got away!" he whined, falling onto the couch.
"Why haven't you ever called me your 'first crush'?" she asked, returning also to the couch.
"You really shouldn't be roaming around like that" he lectured.
"Why?" she repeated.
"Ya ain't gonna give up until you get an answer, eh?" he questioned.
"WHY?!" she shouted.
"Cuz you're different...you're not the 'first crush type" he explained.
"Thanks...I guess..." she finally said.
"I respect you" he continued. She felt herself slightly blush, something that she absolutely hated. The last thing she wanted was to be was the girly type, giggling and flirting like a slut. She had vowed that she would cut out her tongue if she ever said 'like omigod".
"You're just telling me what I want to hear" she snapped.
"Not really" he retorted, "Like you'd let me get away with that".
"Because you clearly 'respect' me" she argued.
"I do" he insisted.
"Prove it" she challenged. He leaned in towards her, their faces only inches away. She could feel her pulse quicken. He suddenly stood up and began walking to the door.
"Where are you going?!" she demanded.
"The others are probably worried about us" he explained, halfway out the door.
"No! Stop!" she shouted, jumping up. She took a shakey step towards him, going to stop him.
"Hiyori!" he exclaimed, rushing toward her. Her look of anger suddenly turned to fear and surprise as her legs gave out under her. He was a second too late, slipping and landing under her.
"What the hell?!" she cried out, her body fallen weak onto his legs.
"Damn it" he sighed in relief.
"Nice going" she commented, "Perfect landing. Somebody get this guy a gold medal."
"Shut up! At least you didn't hit the ground" he snapped.
"At least it would've been more comfortable than this" she shot back.
"Let's find out" he said sarcastically, lifting her off of him. Instead of dropping her on the ground, he placed her gently on the couch.
