A/N: Why, hello there! I know it's been a very long time... a very long time, and for that I'm sorry. But here's another installment to The Beautiful Death, so I hope ya'll enjoy. It's a bit of a filler, but very sweet indeed, so read it please! ^~^
-Malls/women are dangerous-
"Especially if you have to look after someone who will destroy your wallet," Ichigo thought darkly. Currently, he was literally being dragged by a girl more than half his size throughout this damn bigger-than-needed mall. Orihime was keeping Ichigo to his promise of doing everything that she wanted to do. And wow, Ichi-kun is so generous~
Anyway, after making a much needed lunch break, the duo stopped by the food court. Ichigo watched as Orihime eagerly scanned every crevice of the food court; he could feel his wallet basically shrivel up and die at the thought of what Orihime was about to do to his funds.
"Ichi-kun! All this food, and it's not in my tummy! We have to fix that, don't you think?" She chirped, smiling at him and pulling him to the closest vendor.
Damnit, when she smiles at him like that he practically can never stay mad.
And that meant momentarily forgetting how to breathe and basic shit like that, or not being able to hold off that stupid fucking blush that creeps up his neck and seizes his face in all its red fury.
This woman is dangerous.
She is dangerous to his health, he was sure of it. He would probably need to check into a fucking hospital to make sure she wasn't actually killing him.
He's a doctor for crying out loud!
While he was trying to work up his resolve and self-esteem, Orihime began to order everything, every fucking thing off the menu.
"Yes! I would like your daily special with a large glass of orange juice, and- you don't have orange juice? [Insert pout here] aww okay. I'll just take a large soda then. Also, I would like to try your number 2, with all the sauce! Do you have red bean paste? Put that on there too! I also want a nice helping off-"
Ichigo just sighed and slowly pulled out his wallet.
This was going to be a long day.
After the food court fiasco, Ichigo was sure that he was already in debt. But he didn't have the heart (no seriously, he really didn't have his heart- she was taking it, remember?) to tell her no to anything. So he just let himself be pulled and pushed and shoved into every direction imaginable, and he was reduced to a simple bitch boy carrying around all of her bags (his bags-he fucking bought them, remember?)
Finally, through an act of God himself, Orihime stopped at her last destination.
"Ichi-kun! This is the last store, I promise!"
Patiently waiting for him to catch up, Orihime began to whistle a little tune.
20 minutes later, Ichigo finally manages to maneuver himself to her. When he reaches her, he literary (like I mean literary) drops to the floor. He had no fucks to give anymore. He was worn out, tired, exhausted, so utterly done with life-
Orihime immediately went to his side, stepping through and over all the bags miscellaneously scattered around them. She gingerly lifted his head and placed it down on her lap, tenderly massaging his temples.
"Ichi-kun, I didn't know how tired you are. We can just go home. You've done so much for me already…" And she drifted off, her warm misty eyes looking off into the distance. Her hair made a curtain of auburn ringlets, and Ichigo was trapped within her very essence.
And damnit, if he could've stopped himself he would've,
But today he was a very weak man (spiritually, emotionally, and definitely physically)
So when his body acted on his own accord and lifted off her lap to look her in the eye, cusp the side of her oh so smooth face and push his lips against hers-
He really had no choice.
So right there, in the middle of this fucking dangerous mall and this equally dangerous girl, Ichigo felt himself melt into the sensation of her lips.
So losing himself was perfectly fine, in this case.
A/N: Love makes ya do crazy things folks. Ichigo is falling hard for this girl... but how dangerous could that be...?