The moon was setting over the hills and it grew darker by the minute.
Orenji stared at the wall with tear stained cheeks and blood shot eyes, in
her mind she pondered over what she had said. Ichigo wasn't a horrible
friend, she was young and impulsive, and Orenji couldn't help thinking over
how much she was like her dark-haired companion. She hated knowing things
she didn't want to hear; it made her feel like everyone was against her,
even God. That's funny—God—she hadn't used that phrase in a while. Hers was
a Goddess that was more dominant than God was. Artemis was the name,
Orenji's strength and patroness. She protected her as a mother would,
invisible yet so real it hurt.
Orenji did not know Ichigo's God. Ichigo thinks she's both Christian and agnostic. Orenji was Wiccan and scientific, so who could truly say. The best part, Orenji had to admit to Ichigo, was that no Bible's came into this.
She breathed a low but strong sigh, almost happy that Ichigo didn't know. Suddenly there was a low knock at the door and it opened slowly. Orenji didn't look up, just lied there feeling lethargic as ever. Ichigo stood in the doorway, her head tilted downward a bit and her arms hung at the door. She batted her emerald green eyes and breathed so steam came out her mouth from the coldness of the room.
"…I'm sorry…" Orenji blinked. "I…never did listen to you…only my own problems…I used you as my punching bag instead of my friend, and I'm sorry…" She stopped and swallowed, holding back her tears. "But…I am older now, and so are you…please can we get passed it…please…Orenji-chan…"
Orenji took another breath of cold air, her pupils becoming larger, though she didn't move. Ichigo bowed her head, trying to hold back from killing Orenji-chan. Suddenly, Orenji turned over and looked at Ichigo, with old, eager light in her eyes. She looked at Ichigo, smiled slightly, and said "Forget about it. I'm over reacting. But thank you."
Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief and put her hand to her mouth. "Next time, I think I should check my safe spot in the corner." She laughed and so did Orenji. "Oh well, that was good training. I'm hungry, are you?" Orenji nodded and got up.
Later that night, Orenji and Ichigo ate dinner and talked about things as if nothing had ever happened. It was surprising how a Saiyan of any kind, especially Orenji-chan, could not hold a grudge for very long.
"This lamb tastes great." Orenji smirked, sticking the fork between her teeth like a child.
"Thanks, I made it myself."
"Sure you're not going to poison me?"
"Hey! That's not funny, I worked over an hour basting that lamb. You should be thanking me."
"You know I'm joking right?"
She paused, "Yeah, of course."
"Mm hmm…"
Ichigo sighed. She smirked, "Soooooo, have you found a guy yet?"
Orenji put her fork down hard. "I'm looking okay! Don't smirk! I'm still too busy training."
"Okay, well maybe I'll help you look for one."
"Yeah right. 'Welcome to the dating game, with your host: Ichigo-chan.'"
"Hey!"
She giggled. "What about you?!"
"Me?!…Um, well, I, uh…haven't found anyone yet so…so what?!"
Orenji burst out laughing. "And you wanna help me?"
"Well I haven't found anyone I liked yet, all of them are assholes who don't know how to—to—"
"Be a man?"
"No! Not that!" She raised her hands defensively. "They don't know how to be friendly and kind to me. All they ever do is—well you know."
"Yeah, but I still can't say I would. I mean you haven't had even a simple boyfriend since—" She stopped dead. "Uh…"
Silence. Ichigo looked up at her blonde friend with slight pain in her eyes. Orenji tensed so tight it felt as if she'd spun her intestines with the fork. Suddenly, Ichigo smiled gently and looked down at the table. "It's okay. I'm sure he's rotting in hell." Orenji smiled back and took a sip of her red wine and smirked. "All I need is a man who would protect me and—"
"Give you monkey love!" Orenji giggled.
Ichigo squealed and fell under the table, her face so red it glowed. Orenji laughed so hard that she dropped her fork. Ichigo yelped and put her hands over her ears, though she couldn't help but laugh.
"That is correct though?" Added Orenji.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Screamed Ichigo, and burst out laughing some more.
Orenji did not know Ichigo's God. Ichigo thinks she's both Christian and agnostic. Orenji was Wiccan and scientific, so who could truly say. The best part, Orenji had to admit to Ichigo, was that no Bible's came into this.
She breathed a low but strong sigh, almost happy that Ichigo didn't know. Suddenly there was a low knock at the door and it opened slowly. Orenji didn't look up, just lied there feeling lethargic as ever. Ichigo stood in the doorway, her head tilted downward a bit and her arms hung at the door. She batted her emerald green eyes and breathed so steam came out her mouth from the coldness of the room.
"…I'm sorry…" Orenji blinked. "I…never did listen to you…only my own problems…I used you as my punching bag instead of my friend, and I'm sorry…" She stopped and swallowed, holding back her tears. "But…I am older now, and so are you…please can we get passed it…please…Orenji-chan…"
Orenji took another breath of cold air, her pupils becoming larger, though she didn't move. Ichigo bowed her head, trying to hold back from killing Orenji-chan. Suddenly, Orenji turned over and looked at Ichigo, with old, eager light in her eyes. She looked at Ichigo, smiled slightly, and said "Forget about it. I'm over reacting. But thank you."
Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief and put her hand to her mouth. "Next time, I think I should check my safe spot in the corner." She laughed and so did Orenji. "Oh well, that was good training. I'm hungry, are you?" Orenji nodded and got up.
Later that night, Orenji and Ichigo ate dinner and talked about things as if nothing had ever happened. It was surprising how a Saiyan of any kind, especially Orenji-chan, could not hold a grudge for very long.
"This lamb tastes great." Orenji smirked, sticking the fork between her teeth like a child.
"Thanks, I made it myself."
"Sure you're not going to poison me?"
"Hey! That's not funny, I worked over an hour basting that lamb. You should be thanking me."
"You know I'm joking right?"
She paused, "Yeah, of course."
"Mm hmm…"
Ichigo sighed. She smirked, "Soooooo, have you found a guy yet?"
Orenji put her fork down hard. "I'm looking okay! Don't smirk! I'm still too busy training."
"Okay, well maybe I'll help you look for one."
"Yeah right. 'Welcome to the dating game, with your host: Ichigo-chan.'"
"Hey!"
She giggled. "What about you?!"
"Me?!…Um, well, I, uh…haven't found anyone yet so…so what?!"
Orenji burst out laughing. "And you wanna help me?"
"Well I haven't found anyone I liked yet, all of them are assholes who don't know how to—to—"
"Be a man?"
"No! Not that!" She raised her hands defensively. "They don't know how to be friendly and kind to me. All they ever do is—well you know."
"Yeah, but I still can't say I would. I mean you haven't had even a simple boyfriend since—" She stopped dead. "Uh…"
Silence. Ichigo looked up at her blonde friend with slight pain in her eyes. Orenji tensed so tight it felt as if she'd spun her intestines with the fork. Suddenly, Ichigo smiled gently and looked down at the table. "It's okay. I'm sure he's rotting in hell." Orenji smiled back and took a sip of her red wine and smirked. "All I need is a man who would protect me and—"
"Give you monkey love!" Orenji giggled.
Ichigo squealed and fell under the table, her face so red it glowed. Orenji laughed so hard that she dropped her fork. Ichigo yelped and put her hands over her ears, though she couldn't help but laugh.
"That is correct though?" Added Orenji.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Screamed Ichigo, and burst out laughing some more.
