Drunken Her
"Never allow the shinigami – Matsumoto, for instance – to organize parties. Never attend such parties, ever." Ichigo swore to himself, looking around at the pandemonium. When he had received a call from a weird-sounding Rukia inviting him to a party in Keigo's house, he had started to worry, as for having heard stories involving drunken Matsumoto, Ikkaku, Yumichika and other shinigami of the same crew, he knew it would be a total mess. And it surely was. Every single one of the people present was drunk. He noticed that Toushiro was nowhere to be seen, though. Smart kid. And they had managed to get Orihime drunk too. The shadow of a chuckle appeared in his throat, before being suppressed. He coughed and regained his composure.
Ikkaku and Yumichika were playing thumb war, drunk-excited looks on their faces, Keigo's sister cheering loudly for the bald shinigami. "Not a very beautiful sight", Ichigo grumbled. Keigo was sitting on the floor beside the other three, staring into empty space. Renji and Rukia were obviously wasted, half sitting, half lying in a corner, uttering nonsense about childhood to zanpakutou to juice pack to nobility and other stuff at the same time. They didn't seem aware of any of the things happening around them. Chad was lying on his back near the balcony, his face a bright shade of red, eyes closed, totally motionless. Matsumoto and Orihime were singing or better, yelling and dancing around the room, looking like they would crash on the floor every second. A drunken Orihime looked much like the regular one, but she was way hyper. As expected, they did fall, and Ichigo ran to catch his classmate, disregarding the older girl… and ending up sitting on the floor himself. "Heaven's punishment for making this mess." The teenager mumbled to the irresponsible vice-captain lying unconscious a meter away.
The girl in his arms was still singing (yelling). Apparently, she was yet to realise that her dancing partner wasn't singing anymore, and that she was now positioned horizontally. "Oi, Inoue… my ears…" She startled and stared at him, oblivious to the fact that she was still singing (yelling). Eventually, she stopped, and next thing, she was hugging him. He blushed, and the color on his face was getting worse every second, seeing that she was now staring at him, her face inches from his. He didn't see her make such a serious face often. She looked like a representative making a speech at the National Assembly. "Hey, Inoue…" he started with a nervous laugh. Too much tension. He needed something to lighten the atmosphere, fast. Unwanted flashes from a certain dream started to pop in his head. She kept staring but the expression in her face was slowly changing; now she looked a bit sad. Her eyes fell to his lips, in an unbearably slow movement. He had to say something now, but the words died in his throat at the way she looked at him when he opened the mouth to speak. Now he could hear her heart beating wildly. She looked like she was seeing his mouth for the first time. He was trying not to look at hers himself.
And then, she just curled in his arms and let her head rest on his chest and fell asleep.
He looked uneasily around the room. Everybody was sleeping, some were sneezing surprisingly loudly. He could see Keigo's legs slipping through the bathroom door. He wanted to move and take a walk to breathe some fresh air into his brain.
"Baka." he whispered to himself.
"Gomen", she replied in her sleep.
He frowned, cheeks flushed, looking away. Thanking God that nobody was seeing him in his actual state.