"Dance "
Pairing: Ishida x Hinata
Anime: Bleach and Naruto
Requested By: Kira Acumichi
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Kurosaki scoffed. "You look great, Ishida!"
"Shut up, fool." Ishida Uryu snapped, and Ichigo slapped his hands over his mouth in a feeble attempt to control his laughter. As Ishida glared at him, he couldn't help but admit that Kurosaki's suit was neat and tidy, and lacked the creases and wrinkles he had expected. The rose in his pocket was full and bright red, and seemed to sparkle.
Ishida scolded.
He hated dances. Why he was even here was beyond him. Clad in his frosty white suit, he stuck out like a cat among dogs, as all the others boys were wearing black. But that was the colour of shinigami, the colour of death, and Ishida refused to be seen in such attire. So here he was, with a pale blue rose stuffed in his breast pocket, and was the laughing stock of the school.
"Come on," Ichigo said, and his smirk was evident in his voice. "we should go inside."
Ishida didn't reply. He just marched up to the wooden doors of the gym and thrust them open, and winced as his sensitive eyes were laid victim to an onslaught of bright, blinding colours. Ichigo chuckled and pushed Ishida inside, and Ichigo's tuxedo looked a little grey as the brilliant rainbow of hues danced across it's surface. Ishida lit up like a Christmas tree, as blues and reds and greens chased each other, bright as stars against the wash-white background of his tuxedo.
Ishida barely suppressed a groan.
What was he doing there?
The answer to that, apparently, was to sit and watch the others dance. Because Mr. Quincy in White had no date. For all his brains, the thought that he would have absolutely nothing to do at this dance never occurred to him. So he watched in dismay as Ichigo walked off to meet Rukia, clad in her sparkling red dress that clung to her body like glue, and Orihime, in her beautiful pink gown that swirled around her ankles as she moved. Her luscious orange hair was done in an elegant spiral, and it cascaded over her shoulder in a waterfall of curls.
She looked utterly magnificent.
But she was dancing with Abarai Renji. Ichigo's best damned friend, and vice-captain of the Sixth Division in the Soul Society. A shinigami, dancing with the love of Ishida's life. That simple fact cut through him like a knife, and Ishida found he could not bare to watch as Renji, clad in is dusty and dirty tuxedo, took Orihime's tiny doll hands in his own big, rough ones, and they slowly began to dance.
I should leave, Ishida decided after a while. It made him sick, watching all the 'happy couples' dancing, and sicker even more to see that Orihime's face was lit up like the Fourth of July. She looked positively blissful. Her eyes shone like diamonds, and her glossy pink lips were forever curved up in an almost impish grin.
I'm definitely leaving.
And he made to do so, straightening his legs and pushing his chair back, but froze when suddenly a girl clad in a beautiful green dress collapsed into the chair opposite to his, and she was trembling violently. Ishida stared at her in surprise for a few moments, watched in awe as her long, deep blue hair ran over her shoulders and fell over her face like a curtain. He looked up just in time to see a boy with oily black hair being removed from the gym by a man Ishida recognized as Hyuuga Neji.
Frowning, Ishida looked at the girl. And he looked hard. She was about seventeen, and her hair was long and midnight black. Her skin was pale, incredibly pale, but it was in a nice way, nothing sickly about it; it shone like snow in winter moonlight. Her green dress was lovely, with folds of different shades over lapping and criss-crossing, and her elbow-length gloves were skin tight and transparent. For a time, she just sat there with her head in her hands; and then she sat up, and brushed the hair out of her eyes, and Ishida gasped.
She'd been hit. Slapped. There was already a faint bruise forming near her left ear, and she had a tissue pressed to her nose. It was bloody. She dabbed her nose a few more times, then removed the cloth and tossed it in the near by bin. Ishida was relieved to see the bleeding at stopped, and only dry, crusting blood remained of the injury. She scratched it away with a trembling hand.
"Are you alright?" Ishida asked.
The girl jumped in surprise, and as she turned round, Ishida's eyes widened. Her eyes appeared pupils, as the iris and pupil merged together to create a breath-taking shade of lavender.
"H-hai," She stammered. She didn't meet Ishida's eyes. "I-I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" He pushed. "You were bleeding."
"I-I'm fine," She insisted. "Just a l-little...shocked."
Ishida frowned, and the girl cringed, and took to examining the hem of her dress nervously, her wrists flicking. Ishida stared at her, and she shivered under his frosty gaze. This girl...the night was ruined for her. Whoever she'd been dancing with had smacked her across the face for a reason Ishida didn't know, and now she was here, crying silently on the inside.
Ishida held out his hand.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked. And he hadn't the faintest idea why.
She stared up at him in bewilderment.
"I'm Ishida Uryu," He continued. "and I don't have a date. I would much rather do something, over sitting there and mopping about for the rest of the evening. Will you dance with me?"
The girl stared at him. And then, much to his surprised, she smiled. It was a small, timid smile, but a smile all the same. She stood up on slightly shaky legs, and hesitated a moment before taking his hand. Ishida suddenly felt strong; her hand was so small in his own, so delicate, so fragile, so very breakable. His wasn't big, really, but it was bigger, and his long, pale fingers wrapped around her little hand easily.
And then they were dancing. Her green dress rippled, and her hair fluttered in the gentle breeze their movements stirred, and Ishida found himself mystified. Even with the gradually forming bruise, she was beautiful. Painfully beautiful. Even more so then Orihime, with her too-big boobs and fancy orange hair. Her steps were graceful and soft, but strong and sure at the same time. They moved together in perfect harmony, and Ishida couldn't help but gaze into her eyes. They were so incredible. Those lavender eyes.
All too soon, the music had stopped, and the dance was over. Renji was drunk, and leaned heavily on an irked Ichigo as they stumbled towards the car. Orihime was smiling, but her smile looked strained, and Rukia was struggling to stand up, she was laughing so hard.
Ishida felt like he could fly. And the beautiful girl with whom he had danced looked just as happy. She skipped out into the moonlit air, and her skin glowed in the silvery light. A sleek red car honked, and Hyuuga Neji appeared, waving to the girl, and glaring hotly at Ishida.
"Bye, Ishida-kun," She said, and her voice was like honey. "Thank you for dancing with me." And then she turned, and started towards the car.
"Wait!" Ishida reached out and grabbed her arm, and her eyes flashed. Fear, perhaps? Fear that Ishida, like her old date, Uchiha Sasuke, would strike her?
"What's your name?"
Her fear evaporated, and her smile grew. Quick as a flash, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his cheek. Ishida froze and his cheeks went bright pink. She giggled.
"Hyuuga Hinata," She whispered in his ear.
And then she was gone.
! I own neither Bleach nor Naruto !
Sorry for the long wait, Kira Acumichi-san! Here is your Ishida x Hinata. I hope you liked it! ^^
And to all Sasuke fans...I apologize for turning him into a bad-guy in this story!
Thanks for reading! Please review!
