Disclaimer ~ I don't own Bleach..you should know that.
__________
Along the cold days, and the lonely nights, and the blue in-betweens, Kurosaki Ichigo would think about someone..
They met when they were younger, he could always remember their coversation.
"Ne, do you think that Sora-nii will be okay? He's been in there for an awfully long time."
"Um, Inoue, there's something I've got to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Your brother..isn't okay. He isn't coming back to you..."
"....You're lying.."
It pained him to even think of that. She couldn't grasp the fact that he was gone. Back then, everyone believed that her brother was going home, completely fine, like so many patients had done in the past at the Kurosaki clinic.
Tears had streamed down her face, and Ichigo shook his head. No more of that. He had to pick her up today. They were going down back to his place for a private Christmas party.
"Ready to go, Inoue?" She smiled, lips sticky from many candy canes. "Your lips are red, Inoue." Ichigo noted as he walked beside the bubbly princess down the street. "Are you wearing some sort of lipstick?"
"Haha, silly Kurosaki-kun, I don't own any makeup."
"Then what IS it?"
"Cane."
"What?" He shot a serious look at her, arms crossed. "Are you doing drugs, Inoue?" Ichigo's large hands grasped her shoulders, concerned brown eyes locking into gray ones.
"What the hell is Chizuru TEACHING you!? When Tatsuki-"
He blinked, stiffening from the contact between their lips. It was sticky, but was pleasant. His tongue scrolled across his now tainted red lips. "P-Peppermint?" The shinigami spluttered, wide eyed as he looked down at her.
"You wanted to know what I was wearing, didn't you, Kurosaki-kun?"
This is so laaaate~
I'm so sorry the very few people that read my stories.
It was supposed to be on Christmas, or something..
But it wasn't.
I'm sorry.
._.
Don't be too harsh with reviews, okay?