The day she tried to cut his hair


She always loved to touch his wild hair, especially now, that it was longer, just like when he finished his training with his father, all those years ago, to learn the Final Getsuga Tenshou. It made him look more mature, but at the same time rougher and even, if no one heard her say it, sexy.

However, her secret pleasure couldn't go on for much longer. He was decided in cutting his wild mane and she was the chosen one to do the deed. He always got out of work late, much later than any hairdresser was open and he refused leaving his bed at weekends earlier than noon and venture into the people filled city.

"But…" she tried to say, when he gave her the scissors.

"What? C'mon, I know you can do it. I saw you cutting Chad's hair… not that it made a whole world of a difference… but at least, for a week, we could see his eyes…" Ichigo said, still mesmerized how his friend's hair was able of hiding his face so soon after the cut.

"Ichigo…" she whispered, grabbing the scissors without looking at him. "I don't know if can…"

"I trust you. I know you won't cut my ear or something like that, but if you do, you can always heal it, so there is no problem… I'm tired of those bastards talking about how I can't keep up with them because I can't see through my hair. I will show them who is the best!" he said, his fiery temper coming out and his fist trembling.

"That's not the problem…" Orihime tried to say, while eyeing the way his hair swayed with his movement. She had to stop her hand from touching it and pulling it closer to her.

Ichigo stopped his rambling to look at her. She was acting weird, her hands were clasped firmly around the scissors, but she wasn't making a move to approach him, at all.

"Orihime, what is the problem about you cutting my hair?" Ichigo finally asked, knowing she wouldn't lie to him.

"I like it…" she said to herself. He squinted his ear to understand her words, but was left confused.

"What?"

"I like it…" once again, her whisper was too low.

"I really don't hear you…"

"I SAID I LIKED IT! IT'S SEXY!" she exploded, her hands jumping to her mouth and her cheeks flashing a powerful red.

Ichigo was left speechless, his own cheeks reddening a bit.

"Hum…" he coughed, scratching the back of his head and feeling the long hair against his fingers. "Well, if you like it… I suppose I could… I mean, it was possible to let it like this… but you could always cut just the ends… a bit…" he tried to say, her words, specially the last ones, still echoing inside his head.

Orihime nodded her head and the man walked inside the bathroom to an already arranged pillow in front of the tub. He let his head fall against the white porcelain, while Orihime kneeled beside him and started wetting his hair. Her hands were playing with his mane, and she had to stop herself from squeal in delight.

When he sat in front of her and she started cutting it, the orange locks that flew towards the floor looked like feathers from a phoenix, surrounding them with their mystical power. Ichigo could feel every touch and hear every snip, her long fingers were softly touching his head and he had to stop himself from turning around suddenly and snatch her into his lap. It wouldn't look good if she made a mess of his hair, he could only imagine what his colleagues would say…

"Done…" Orihime said, putting the scissors down and taking the towel from around his shoulders. He still had that roughed look, but at the same time, looked like a younger Ichigo, closer to the one she met all those years ago, than the man that he became. She didn't know if it was his expectative expression or his smile, but it really made him look younger.

"Finally!" he said, and grabbing her waist, pulled her over his lap. "You were really driving me crazy. If you didn't end this now I would combust…" he said, and before she could say anything else, he plastered his mouth over hers in a long kiss.

Maybe cutting his hair wasn't all that bad… Orihime thought while he grabbed her under her tights and pulled her into the bedroom.