solar glow
disclaimer: not mine.
It went like this:
She was positive about three things.
First, Kurosaki-kun was a vampire.
Second, there was a part of him – and she didn't know how dominant that part might be – that thirsted for blood. As he should.
And third, she was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
She'd researched: read four influential books and three spectacular movies that kind of suggested that suggested that werewolves were better.
… and honestly, if she wanted a werewolf, then she'd be in love with Grimmjow.
Despite whatever her inclinations may or may not be towards Grimmjow, with his dishevelled locks of hair, or his big, warm hands… what she felt towards Kurosaki-kun was much more powerful. To the point of stalking.
Now, all she needed was proof. The proper evidence that vampires existed!
"… Kurosaki-kun, can you please step out into the sunlight?"
He scowled, his perfect Adonis face marble white in the shadows. So what if he muttered that he was a monster, a freak, a seven legged octopus with only one eye and a parrot for a tongue – Inoue Orihime loved him.
"No."
"Please?"
Her puppy eyes always worked.
"… fine. But only once." Another grumble. "… don't say I didn't warn you."
She prepared herself to swoon.
Out he stepped, into the open, hair as orange as an orange, eyes as chocolate as chocolate, Orihime was quite sure that Kurosaki-kun could become quite an edible Terri's Chocolate Orange.
Then her eyes noticed… The Sparkle. The glimmering, glistening, scintillating Sparkle with its very own shimmering sound effect and watermelon scent. How radiant he was! How godlike! How pristine perfect and angelic—
And then Inoue Orihime saw no more.
For The Sparkle had burned her eyes out.