Beautiful Orange
"Why is my hair this stupid orange..? I hate! All the other kids keep sayin' mean stuff, mom!"
"I know, sweety... But just think, God must think very well of you since he made your hair such a beautiful orange."
"He must hate me..." The irritated child murmured under his breath. His mother gave a sympathetic smile and than sighed as she engulfed her youth in tender hug, gently rocking him.
"It doesn't matter what all of the others think. Only what those closest to you say matter, and if they truly are friends than they will say good things, Ichigo-chan."
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"Geez, what the Hell does my hair have to do with hiring me or not..?" Ichigo complained as he and his long time friend walked out of a local grocery store. Renji looked to his right at him and than looked away scratching at the back of his head with his left hand.
"I dunno,' I always thought it was pretty cool lookin.' "
"And you have tattoos and bright red hair."
"Yeah, but..." Renji stopped walking and a few steps ahead Ichigo stopped and turned to look at him. Renji looked up at his friend sincerely and gave a sincere smile. "It's a beautiful orange, Ichigo."
Ichigo smiled at his lover and than closed his eyes as he turned and started walking again, knowing Renji was close behind, admiring him as always.