Ichigo had just finished looking for his wife in the main school building and was heading over to the gym the back way and blinked in surprise when he saw his wife sitting against the back of the gym building, with her legs drawn to her knees and her head tipped back so that she could watch the sky. He stopped in his tracks and studied her for a moment. She really was a cute kid. Small, and delicate. But cute.
She had a spacey look on her face that he almost laughed. Orihime had had such a look on her face all the time. And though he often shied away from wondering what Orihime was thinking about, he couldn't help but wonder what this girl, his wife, was thinking about.
Finally after a second or so he moved again, and walked over to her and dropped down to the ground next to her. She jumped and turned her head to look at him, a dazed look on her pretty face as she blinked her violet eyes at him.
"What were you looking at? There aren't really any clouds out today-" He said as he tipped his head back and scanned the sky above. There was nothing but soft blue as far as the eye could see. "Or were you trying to figure out what to do now?" Ichigo asked as he turned his head to look at her for a second. His gold brown eyes staring at her for a second as she stared at him wide eyed. Ah. So that was what she had been doing.
He could tell by the guilty look on her face. He gave her what he hoped was a charming smile and looked back up at the sky. "You know Honey, we are married now and despite how we may feel about it we are more or less stuck. I don't know you. And you don't know me-"
"I heard that your like an ogre and that you eat small children." 'Honey' said rather quickly. Reminding Ichigo a little of Orihime before they had become such good friends. It would seem that his wife tended to blurt strange things out like Orihime used too when she got really nervous. Still...
He looked at her again and gave a nervous laugh as his mind filled with murderous intent. Whoever told her that was going to die. He was going to hunt them down and beat them to death for giving her the wrong impression about him. I bet it was that bastard Keigo. He's always trying to screw me over in some way with his bad jokes. Ichigo thought darkly, not really aware that his facial expression matched his thoughts until Honey started to subtly move back away from him.
He snapped out of it as Honey shifted away from him and blinked. "I got a freaky look on my face just now huh?"
Honey nodded but said nothing.
Instead she just started chewing her bottom lip, and Ichigo couldn't help but notice the color of her lips, the soft rose pink, and the small pearly white teeth chewing on her lip. He studied her for a second then finally realised that he hadn't said anything about the whole ogre eating small children thing. "I'm not an ogre, Honey. I'm a nice guy." Or at least he tried to be. But some situations that he got into required him to be cold and ruthless or some poor innocent might end up dead.
"You can say that all you like, but it doesn't change the fact that I don't know you. Nor does it change the fact that you obviously do not want me-"
Ichigo studied her expression, there was something about her softly spoken words that tied him up in knots. Maybe it was the words themselves or maybe it was the almost undetectable undertone of sadness to them. Whatever it was, she had his undivided attention as he reached out and grasped her waist and picked her up-
She made a squeaking sound and quickly grasped both of his wrists in her small hands as he set her in his lap and used one hand to pull her uniform skirt down around her knees when it rode up a little bit while he arranged her body just so then tipped her head back a little bit and was stunned when her dark hair slipped back away from her face giving him a wonderful view of the features that her bangs had hidden.
"Whoa." He muttered as he stared down at her.
She had to be the most hauntingly beautiful girl that he had ever seen. Her delicate features were similar to Rukia's. With the exception that she had a more exotic look than Rukia. Even her wide violet eyes were different yet so strangely the same. She'd be as jaw dropping as Yuroichi in another three or four years, and who knew. Maybe by then he'd be head over heels in love with her and not want to let her go.
All in all he supposed that he could have done worse as far as looks went. Something that he just might have to thank his father for when he finally stomped his sorry ass into the ground. Honey had the most wary look on her pretty face that any one person had ever given him and he smiled a little bit, feeling like a wolf about to gobble up a little lamb.
"Your right about the fact that we don't know each other. So lets fix that and start at the beginning. I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. What's your name?"
