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"Are you sure you want to go back so soon?"
"Yes, I'm feeling much better now, thanks to you, Ichigo-kun." I smiled lovingly towards him, the last three days of illness had been one of the best things that had happened to me for a while; Ichigo 24/7! Safaia had been just as happy as me to have her 'dad' take care of her, and take care of me. The mere thoughts and memories of him fondly tending to my health, so caringly, made my heart flutter with the breeze and take me to my own personal heaven. We stood outside the Urahara shop, assessing all the last decisions that Ichigo double checked, unsure of what I had decided. The welcoming rays of the morning sun beat down on us, delicately dancing on our awakening skin, having the gentle touch of the summer breeze sending tiny chills along my arms. The succulent smell of cinnamon buns and summer flowers caressed my nose as the sound of morning nine to five workers roamed the streets, chatting away eternally in their everyday lives.
"And are you sure Tatsuki will be fine with Safaia?"
"Ichigo-kun, she was more than happy to help, I'm sure they'll both be fine." He sighed assertively, leading me to grab his hand in reassurance and smiling. He smiled in return and squeezed my hand slightly, pulling me gently inside.
The shadowy area inside the indecipherable sweet shop hurt my eyes as they adjusted to the dim lighting. Wonderful smells and sounds were muffled down to almost nothing, leaving a terrible, eerie silence around us.
"Urahara-san?" Ichigo's call broke through the ghastly tranquillity but only nothingness answered, "I guess no-one's in." He concluded. I proceeded forward, letting go of my beloved's hand. My fingers traced over the ochre oak counters, observing the minuscule particles that I captured. 'There's not much dust, they haven't been gone long.' I knew that Jinta and Ururu cleaned this place everyday, which meant that they hadn't been gone for more than a few hours. My gaze travelled back to the darkened carrot-top teen.
"Should we wait for them to return before going to the training grounds?" He wondered his own eyes around the shop before returning to me, nodding. I took one last breath of the ghastly atmosphere and followed Ichigo back to the celestial outdoors.
"Well what should we do now?" I placed my hand under my chin as we stood back outside in the basking sun.
"Should we go get some breakfast?" April had told me on our first day of training that she didn't want me to eat unless I was willing to have it at four in the morning, but I decided it wasn't worth it. Instead, she gave me a 'nutrition' breakfast that was given to the training shinigami in the academy in order to let them spar for hours without being, or feeling sick. My stomach ached for a luxuriate meal to cruise along my taste buds instead of the grey disgusting chunks of who-knows-what April gave me. To save me from being too tempted, Ichigo kindly skipped his own breakfast in order to continue helping my tiresome training; he had to have the same food I did, unfortunantly for him.
"I know a place just down the estate, we could go there?" He turned to me and grinned.
"Lead the way."
I watched as Orihime danced along the rocky street, her hair blissfully blowing around her radiant face, and for a while, I really thought about how beautiful she was; It was no wonder how she got labelled goddess of Karakura high. To see her soul filled with so much energy and life brought my own over-power with passion I had to control. She skipped along a few steps in front of me, still spinning around to the city's music. She turned back and faced me, giving a sensational smile, charged with an emotion I couldn't place, but made my heart jump for joy. Quickly, her dance stopped as she ran back to my side.
"It's just round this corner." I followed her intricate finger as she pointed to another street, smiling even wider.
"Orihime-san, are you okay? You're more hyper than usual." She pulled a face of slight confusion before replacing it with a pure, heart-filled grin.
"I'm just happy. I get to spend another day with Ichigo-kun, but this time, I'm not ill, I feel great." She finally calmed down slightly and walked silently next to me, holding onto her own hand. 'She wants to spend time with me?' I took my hand out of my dark denim Jean pockets and slid it down her arm, disconnecting her own hands and placing my own in return. She didn't try to resist my grasp, but did turn her face away slightly. Everytime I did hold her, she begun to blush, but never liked to show me, I just didn't say anything about it.
"We're here." She announced. I turned to the building we stood in front of, a moderate sized cafe with pale white azalea rimmed in flower boxes, underneath seashell bay windows. The polar white place looked very cosy as did the young people you could see on the other side of the glass. We headed to the frosted pine door and entered, instantly enduring the smell of food wonders and the chorus chattering of care-free lives.
"Where should we sit?" Orihime asked politely. I scanned the area, finding a vacant round mahogany white table with two matching chairs, next to one of the bay windows at the front of the cafe.
"How about there?" Orihime looked over to the carefully placed table before nodding approvingly, letting me pull her over to it. Genteelly, I took one of the chairs out for the sumptuous auburn haired teen to let her sit before proceeding with my own.
"Thank you, Ichigo-kun."
The menu's listed many traditional Japanese dishes, all for each meal of the day. Both of us silently skimmed the appetising fares.
"Welcome, are you ready to order?" A young, bored-looking waitress greeted us. I glimpsed over to Orihime and smiled to ask if she was ready. Her gorgeous smile answered my unspoken question as a yes.
"Yes, can I have the Tamagoyaki please, and Ichigo-kun?"
"Miso soup please." We placed the menus back into the stand that centred the table as the waitress scribbled down the orders and hurry off without another word.
"This is such a lovely cafe, and, if I remember correctly, the food here is meant to be amazing!"
"If you remember?"
"Yes, I haven't been here since Sora took me, it's a special place to me, and that's why I brought you here." Orihime spoke with a sad smile until she spoke directly of me.
"Why's that?" I questioned, unsure what she meant.
"Because Ichigo-kun is special to me too." Her eyes closed as her head tilted to the side, letting the sun reflect wonderfully on her blushing cheeks and amorous smile. I returned it with my own blush and smile.
"You're special to me too." Orihime's doe grey eyes opened and gazed into my own brown orbs as her hand slithered onto mine. We begun to lean forward slowly, not thinking about anything but each other, as the cosy atmosphere disappeared into nothing. I could only see the beautiful goddess in front of me in a sea of darkness as she blushed and lent towards me.
"Ichigo-kun..."
"Orihime-san.."
"Your orders." The cafe returned to our eyes as we checked over to the source beside us. The dark-haired waitress held a horrible scowl that could exceed my own as she looked angrily to me, almost throwing down my soup. Her daggers met my own scowl before she turned to Orihime and placed her Tamagoyaki down, leaning down to her ear.
"Don't listen to men, they're all heart-breakers. You'll thank me one day." She told her before storming off.
"What did I do?" I questioned to no-one as I watched her recede.
"Not you, Ichigo-kun, alot of my friends are like that after they've broken up with someone they truly loved." Orihime lectured.
"Still, she had no right to say that." She nodded in agreement and begun to eat. I picked up my spoon and dipped it into the liquid goodness, holding it in my mouth to let the taste dance on my tongue before swallowing. I felt my eyes widen slightly as the taste flowed down to my growling stomach.
"Wow, this is sensational!" I admired the food more as it entered my mouth, never before did I think I could get so impressed with a taste. I looked over to Orihime, she was holding herself back so she didn't scoff it down like she did at home, but still didn't leave breaks between bites. It made me smile slightly to know that Orihime wasn't like those stupid girls who constantly watched their weight. Personally, I didn't think it was healthy to only eat a tiny proportion of salad everyday as their main meals, and a 'low-fat' bar for snacks, or constantly diet when they didn't need to. At least Orihime had some sence when it came down to her food, even if some of the combinations were terrible, at least she ate what she wanted to, when she wanted to. I loved seeing the face she pulled when she ate something she liked, a face of satisfactory that could be placed under her cutest ones. I didn't use 'cute' often but it does seem fit to say that's what she is when eating, and blushing for that matter.
"Ichigo-kun, is something wrong? You've been staring at me for a while now." I blinked a few times to bring me back to reality, and to see her confused face.
"Uh... Oh no, nothing's wrong, I was just thinking. I didn't realise I was staring, sorry."
"It's okay." She smiled. Her smile definatly wasn't cute, it was perfect, beautiful. I got back to my soup as she continued eating.
"Can I get you anything else?" The waitress huffed.
"Just the bill please." I answered politely. 'Poor girl, the angrier she seems the more her heart was probably broken.' She quickly walked off as I reached for my gamboge frilled purse. Ichigo also reached into his own pocket.
"Ichigo-kun, what are you doing?" He glanced at me with confusion.
"I can't let you pay for me, so I'll pay, I don't mind." I smiled kindly but pushed his money back away as he placed it on the table.
"Just think of it as a thank you for helping me get better." I couldn't stop smiling today, and most of the time it was because of me being so close to Ichigo.
"I will pay for myself, I don't want you wasting your money on me." Ichigo playfully argued, pushing his money back. Without another word, I got up from my seat, taking Ichigo's money and stepping in front of him.
"You are not paying!" I laughed, pushing back into his chest and leaning close to him.
"Orihime everyone's staring at us." He pointed out quietly.
"I don't care." I smiled as I sat back down, feeling victorious, "I'm paying for both of us, okay?" He sighed in defeat but smiled back to me. Finally, the waitress gave me the piece of paper with the amount I owed the cafe. I quickly fetched the right amount and gave it to the woman, letting her leave Ichigo's sight for good.
"Should we go back to Urahara's now?" I asked.
"Why don't we go through the park this time?" I nodded as we got up and exited the wonderful place, into the sunlight paradise of our little town. Ichigo started to walk on in front of me, leaving me to watch as he went by.
"Are you coming?" He turned his great brown orbs over to me, making it seem like the stars were replaced inside of them as they shimmered under the sun. His smile was golden as he held his hand out for mine. I still didn't understand why Ichigo had these little touches to my hand, or those glances that seemed to make his face muscles relax so much, but I wasn't complaining. Maybe it was just his way to say that I was a good friend to him. 'But he never acts like this around Rukia.' I started to wonder if Ichigo did like me, but it was highly unlikely. I ran beside him and grabbed his muscular hand. Ichigo was a wonderful, sensitive gentleman, who disguised himself as a punk, surely his type of woman who be those who could fend for themselves? I'm just a feeble damsel in distress would can't do anything, there was no way he could like me. Our fingers interlocked as we begun walking on, towards the park. 'Why do I always think like this? I guess there is always the chance I could be with Ichigo-kun, right? Maybe I should try and find out.' My plan worked a few days ago to see if he did like Rukia, and he said she was just a friend. 'Am I being selfish to say that I'm glad that she's just a friend?' I sighed as my brain started to overload. Ichigo squeezed my hand slightly, grabbing my diverted attention. His smile cleared my thoughts as I smiled back, remembering where I was. 'It doesn't matter if Ichigo-kun likes me or not, I still love him. And I could still try.' We kept in a comfortable silence as we walked, to a stranger, we would of certainly looked like a couple, but sadly wasn't. The park wasn't too far away, the general sound of pragmatic parents scowling to their impetuous children to be careful, and the squeaking sound from the swings and other items on the playground grew louder. I could smell the dew-covered grass and blooming flowers as we entered though the rusty gate. The stony light path centred through the grass, giving a show of more people enjoying their individual lives. Barks of dogs, pedals of bikes, children, playground, I loved the thought of all these people having different jobs, coming from different countries and different tastes and smells I had never encountered. But they all didn't have something that I was glad to have; Ichigo. Absent-mindedly, I found myself holding onto his arm and leaning on his shoulder. Ichigo's smell over-powered all the flowers of the world. His smell of honey was very different, but so unique. It almost seemed intoxicating. I couldn't be happier walking along in his strong arms, everything was perfect.
Having her lean gently on my shoulder gave me her addictive scent of strawberries, one I couldn't fight, and didn't want to. I was almost bursting to tell her how I felt about her, but I needed to find the right time. My brief time alone with her seemed to bring an entire new side to me, I was less stressed about the hollows I was constantly fighting, as well as breaking down my barrier against other's touch, I even managed to start becoming more playful. Sure, I still got embarrassed about it, but everytime I saw her fascinating smile, it all washed away. She hugged my arm tightly as we strolled along the lapidary designed path, leaving us in a wonderful placid way. I wanted to talk to her, but at the same time, wanted to keep this silent comfortableness. If I talked and said the wrong thing, I could make it awkward for us. There was some much I wanted to tell her, but the words just wouldn't form in my head. There was so much I wanted to do, just to hug her, but she could react in such a negative way, making me look like a pervert or just weird. 'Why can't I just tell her how I feel? There is always that slim chance she could like me in return, no matter how tiny that chance is. All I could do is try.'
"Orihime"/"Ichigo-kun." We vaguely laughed at our convenient timing.
"You first." I noticed her faintly blushing cheeks as her eyes shone brightly into mine. She pulled my hands and sat me on a bench.
"Ichigo-kun, um, I-I just wanted-wanted to say, um... Well, thank you, I guess, for being such an amazing friend." 'That's right, she just see's me as a friend.' "You're always there when I need you, and you're so kind and selfless and I know I can trust you with anything." She fiddled with her locks with one hand as the other held onto mine, her eyes diverted to anywhere but to mine, but when they did find mine, something took over. Just seeing those lips so beautiful and pursed, I finally lost control of my own body. The next thing I knew, my lips had interlocked her own. Our eyes were wide and staring into eachother, blushes all over, but neither of us backed down. To my surprise, and happiness, her eyes closed as she returned it. The taste of her lips was even more to how I ever imagined, and I had to give in to them. Even as our lungs gasped, we only pressed away quickly for one breath before returning together. All my senses were focused on Orihime, my hands around her arms as they wrapped themselves around my neck, my nose only smelling the ravishing scent of strawberries and my eyes seeing the wonderful images of everyday I had ever spent with her replaying in my mind. To my displeasure, she parted from me, but kept her agile arms in their place.
"Ichigo-kun-"
"I love you." My mouth moved on it's own. Only until a few moments passed I realised what I had just proclaimed. Still, I couldn't turn away from her gaze, my lungs refused to breathe as I eagerly waited for an answer. Only a few days ago I had realised that I was crazy for the teenaged goddess, but it didn't matter, I knew that something was wrong with me everytime I saw her ever since Tatsuki introduced us, but I tried to ignore any signs that I loved her so I didn't become an obsessed pervert like the guys from school. Unlike them, I got to know her, and I fell in love for all the right reasons, instead of stare from afar.
"You-you do?" It was the most stupid thing I could of said right there and then, but still my brain was trying to figure out what just happened on these past few events. It was too much to take in. 'My fist kiss... With Ichigo? This can't be true, I must be dreaming, it's just too much of a perfect day to be right. What the hell, dream or not, I'm just so HAPPY!'
"Yes, Orihime, I-I've loved you for so long, but it wasn't until Safaia came along that I realised it was true." 'I-I'm not dreaming...' Just to make sure, I carefully traced down his jaw line and cupped his cheek. 'He loves me... He loves me!' My grin grew wider and wider as those words repeated in my head. I didn't kiss him again, instead, I threw my arms around him and hugged him tight.
"I'm glad. I'm glad you love me, Ichigo-kun, because... I love you too." I could feel him smile as his arms wrapped around my waist and his head pushed into my hair. As our heads moved once again to gaze into eachother's eyes, my hand begun to stroke his orange locks and my lips found, once again, his graceful ones. I could of stayed there forever, but I knew that we had to leave sooner or later. We parted and finally let go of eachother.
"Maybe we should start going again." He suggested, "As much as I want to stay here." I giggled and forced myself up, bringing Ichigo with me. Ichigo's hand grabbed my own, leading us back to the Urahara shop. No-one needed to know about the little things that had just happened, but I just wanted to scream it to the world.
"April-chan, I'm sorry! It won't happen again I promise!"
"Stop complaining and fight the pain, I want to teach you what tardiness could cause."
"April, maybe this is too much."
"Stay out of this Ichigo, if you where also my student right now, I'd be lounging on both of you!" She spat as she sat on my back, making me do a hundred push-ups, "Come on Orihime, just another sixty to go!" The sweat was pouring off of me as my arms shook to keep our weight up, my eyes grew a distant mist with my face deep red. I fully understood why I couldn't have a proper breakfast now, I was on the brig of hurling soon.
"After you've done this, we can get to work on our usual five hour training." 'I swear she wants to kill me!'
"I'm not trying to kill you, Orihime-chan, but if you do die from over exhaustion, then you can become part of my squad and I can give you the advanced training."
"Advanced?" Ichigo bellowed out of surprise.
"Of course! You didn't think I'd give Orihime the stuff that she wouldn't be able to do, did you?" She spoke with such ease, almost as if it was obvious, and as if she was enjoying seeing me in such pain. I heard Ichigo sigh as I continued doing my hardcore workout, before watching him sit at my level beside me.
"Well, I'm helping her train too, so you might as well teach both of us." He stated before getting into the press-up position.
"Don't be an idiot, Ichigo."
"I'm not, I'm being serious." 'He just got insulted but didn't react? He is definatly serious."
"Alright, fine." I felt the weight loosen as she kept her word and lounged over both of us. I faced Ichigo's lovely eyes as he gently held my hand and smiled.
"Thank you." I mouthed to him, glad that half the weight was shared.
"Okay Orihime, thanks to Ichigo, I have learnt that human with spiritual pressure can shunpo, so this is what I'm going to teach you as Ichigo finishes the other fifty press-ups since he was so keen to join in." I listen to the soft grunts coming from him as he continued, April sitting on his back as if he really was a chair, "To start off, I want you to focus all your resiteu into the soles of your feet, keep relax and just focus on them." My eyes closed gently as my breathing slowed down to a steady pace. Still the burning sensation of the push-ups pained my chest, but I didn't think about it at all, only the soles of my feet existed in my mind, and my spiritual energy. The feeling of it travelling down my chest, my abdomen, legs and ankles just felt like a chill of pins and needles until it rested, ready to burst, in the compressed area under my feet.
"Good, now, open your eyes, keeping your resiteu in your feet, and focus to a short distance away from yourself." Again, I listened, focusing to the point next to my young Sensei.
"And, now, let the pressure off, making the resiteu explode. If you do this slowly, it won't work, it needs to be in a quick burst." I pushed my feet off the ground, letting the pressure off, but only to jump over to my designated area more quickly. She sighed disapprovingly and got off of Ichigo, who finally slumped onto the ground.
"Your not done yet, Ichigo, you still have to catch up with Orihime so do some stretches then five laps around the entire field." She stated to him. His face scowled to the blonde woman as he got up and dusted himself off, beginning his stretches.
"Right, Orihime, you let your resiteu leak out before letting go of the pressure, which means that it couldn't create enough mass to let you shunpo. Don't worry, it's rare for someone to get shunpo first try, but it doesn't take more than a month to master short distances. Longer distances take more time because you have to think of where you want to go, instead of relying on sight. Anyway, let's try again, I'll do it with you." She stood next to me and placed me in a steady stance. Her hands reached to the centre of her chest.
"This is where your spiritual pressure lies, this is were you need to focus first in order to push it down your body. Think of it like ordinary air, it there is any holes as you push a board down in a container, the board would fall to the bottom, if there isn't anywhere that leaks, the air will compress, making it impossible to push the board down. That's what you need to do, push that board down to your feet, but not letting any resiteu escape." I repeated my focus, letting my sultry resiteu flow down, simply at first, but as it got further down, more complicated. Further and further it went, until I could feel it all in the bottom of my feet. My eyes widened as I focused onto my point of travel, letting it explode under my feet. April shunpo-ed away from next to me, onto the place I had focused onto. Still I jumped fastly to the ground, getting angry at myself for not being able to complete my first task of today's training.
"I see your problem, though I've never seen one like this before." April eyed down my body once again as she assessed what I was doing inaccurately, "You're, somehow, letting the energy release outside your own body. This allows you to jump at the speed of a shunpo, but more risk as enemies can follow your moves, it also takes you more time. I'll talk to some of the academy Sensei's to see what I can do about this, but right now, we'll have to skip it for now." I was disappointed that April couldn't teach me this certain thing, shunpo could of seriously come in handy. Ichigo ran up to us, hands on knees and breathing heavily, sweat dripping off his lowered heated face.
"How many laps have you done?" He still tried to regain his breath, begging his own body not to fall onto the dusty ground and admit to defeat. Instead, he held up his hand, all his fingers spread out.
"Five already? I don't believe you." His brown eyes met April's hazel ones, holding dread and fear in his face, "Ah, to hell with it, grab your breath, get a drink and I want to see some sparring. Five minute break then both of you against me, both weapon and hand-to-hand." She hurried off, shunpo-ing up to Urahara's shop to grab her unusual zanpactou: Sea blue sword guard with a orange rimmed handle and orange ribbon swaying as she swung it.
"Ichigo-kun?" He had already grabbed his water bottle and gulped it down.
"How much does she weigh? She seriously doesn't look that heavy!"
"Ichigo-kun?"
"Yes, Orihime-san?"
"Is there anything you can tell me to help me learn shunpo?"
"Um, well, not really sorry. Shunpo just comes naturally to me, just don't think about it too hard." I was incredibly disappointed that I couldn't be helped.
"Orihime-san?" I turned to him as his hand reached to behind his head, even with a reddened face from the workout, I could tell that he was also blushing, "Are we, you know, um, are we, like, together now?" I half smiled to him, but also kept a slightly saddened gaze.
"Not yet, Ichigo-kun, I want to get everything out the way first, like this training, and starting school again, and I need to sort out a child minder, or a school for Safaia. I'm sorry."
"Oh, it's okay, I mean, I understand. Um-" I planted a quick kiss onto his lips to tell him that one day, maybe we could be together. His smile pulled his blush away once again, but placed a faint one onto me.
"I can wait forever if I have to."
"Well, Ichigo, I never thought of you as a lady's man!" He stiffened as his face's blush returned, casting his eyes to the side, almost as if hoping that the person who stood behind him was a figment of his imagination. I watched April force a pitiful laugh. Something seemed off with her today, I couldn't tell at all of what it was, but something was not like her. She shunpo-ed away from behind Ichigo, leaving me baffled as I felt her grip tight on my hair. My eyes dilated as her zanpactou breathed onto my neck, inches away from leading me to my death.
"Well what will you do now Ichigo?" She shouted, "If you move, she dies. If you even try to shunpo behind me, or try to remove her from me, she dies! Well, what are you going to do?" His face was worse than shocked, he was mortified as his muscular arms stayed mid-air and his eyes flicked between us both. The ghostly zanpactou dropped from my neck as April's powerful grip loosened, letting me stand back up onto my shaky feet.
"Let that be a lesson to you both. If you fight alongside someone you love, be prepared to deal with the impossible. And never, I mean NEVER, let your enemy find out about you and your partner's relationship. As a vital target, Ichigo, Orihime will stand as a valuable target to get you to do their bidding, it's a very old trick, but it does happen." She walked steadily up to him, eye to eye, with her grip around the top of his shirt.
"You can call my training, tiring, pushing it too far, horrible, but one day you'll thank me. I don't tolerate tardiness, or laziness because it can cost you your life. And I may look weak, but remember, I am a captain, I am an eighth Dan at karate. I've trained alongside Yoruichi, Urahara, Jushiro, Shunsui and Byakuya, I do know what I'm doing. That 'weight' you never realised I had, is all muscle." She let go of his shirt and placed her head in her hand, shaking it slowly.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't of come today myself, I'm a mess at the moment. Just, um," She sighed tiredly, "Ichigo, can you help Orihime-chan train for today, I need to go back to soul society for a while, I'll probably be myself again tomorrow." Her saddened gaze told me that, no matter how curious I was to what was wrong, I had to leave her be for a while.
"Sure, we'll see you tomorrow." Ichigo felt the same as me as he dismissed her, letting her shunpo away from our sight and sixth sence.
"I wonder what happened." I was indeed worried for her, she wasn't usually this harsh, she was usually a kind, fun-loving woman but now...
"Let's just continue training, we can ask her tomorrow."
Safaia slept on Tatsuki's shoulder as we walked back to my home. The sunset brought many crimson and citrine over the cloudless sky, giving a warm glow to everything we past, including eachother. My arms were exposed to the lovely vibrant colours and tenderness of the calm heat, no wind creating a ribbon of goosebumps or throwing my hair into a wrath of fury.
"How was Safaia today?"
"She wasn't that hard to handle, every now and again, I had to be quite stern with her but except for that, she played nicely and was like a little angel." The 2nd toughest girl in Japan answered.
"Good..." I wasn't really thinking about Safaia's behaviour, I was more focused on everything that had happened today, it was almost to much to consume.
"Alright, what's with you, Orihime? You're acting way too calm, and you haven't even begun chatting away in my ear about your day! I kind of missed that whilst you were ill." I laughed slightly but still didn't react, "Orihime... I know you spent all day with Ichigo, actually, now I think of it, you've spent four full days with him!"
"Eh! How did you know that?" My zealous nature kicked in, but I covered my mouth as Safaia begun to fidget slightly.
"I could sence your spiritual pressure next to his; You both leak quite alot. But, roughly, I'd say... ten o'clock, both of yours sky rocket-ed! What happened? It was even too much to be a grande menos, so I'd know if your lying or not." 'Ten o'clock?... That's when we kissed... Can I trust Tatsuki not to tease us? Then again, Ichigo-kun didn't say not to tell anyone about it.'
"Well... I, um... we, uh..."
"Don't stall." Tatsuki had an evil grin plastered on her face as she stared at me with her light brown orb gaze.
"Me and Ichigo-kun... Had breakfast together this morning, in the cafe Sora used to take me to... And, we walk through the park on our way back... Um, and..."
"And?" She begun to bare some teeth at the sides of her mouth.
"We... Um... We... Kissed." My face turned bright red as I held back my squeal, realising I was in reality, not a dream. Tatsuki had her teeth bared as her fists formed by her sides.
"I knew you'd seduce him sooner or later, so you's two going to be going round eachother's more often now?"
"Eh! It's not like that Tatsuki-chan! We kissed once or twice but that's it! It's not like we're together!" My face dropped as I realised what I had just said. 'That's right, I turned him down, even after he told me he loved me. Why did I do that? When it came down to the last minute, I realised I wasn't ready for a relationship.'
"Me and Ichigo-kun are still just friends." Even Tatsuki's face dropped.
"Even after you kissed, you still couldn't tell him?"
"I guess not." She sighed disapprovingly and carried on walking down. 'Tatsuki's usually the last person I'd lie to, but I just don't have the heart to ruin Ichigo-kun's reputation and tell her that I turned him down.'
Whatever you do, don't tell me any spelling mistakes! 0.o Mu stupid spell checker only tells you when a word is spelt wrong when you hover over it, so it means I have to go though every single word of every single chapter only to make sure the spellings are correct. Please tell me how I did and any more ideas will be appreciated! Any of those who have read 'The fire of 1000 cherry blossoms, this is in sync with the chapter; Why? It is labelled between after she's destroyed Renji's modified soul and when she begins to question herself as she breaks down in her office. ^_^ You don't really need to read the entire story to understand that chapter so anyone can go read it if they want. The chapter; 'Why?' Thanks for reading and please review!
-xlilslayerx-
