Endlessly, endlessly, her tears flow endlessly.
When she's cries, she smiles, when she's gloomy, she smiles.
And that, above all things, makes him sick the most. Especially when it's about something as silly as this.
"Inoue.."
Ichigo's hand somehow found itself on her tear soaked cheek. His eyebrows furrowed. Orihime's lips had twitched upward, like always, into a breathtaking smile. It would be more beautiful if the smile wasn't stained by her continuous stream of water flowing from her eyes.
Damned tear ducts.
Ichigo sighed. The rain didn't even seem to amount to the pools of tears puddling on the coffee table. Where his girlfriend's head was laying, chin down. "It's just a show. He didn't die."
"But..." Doe eyes blinked up at the carrot top, more tears falling down her cheeks and puddling around her chin. "Kane-kun was the hero...his own son saw him die...how is his son, Makoto, supposed to go on...? Makoto-chan is only 16!" Orihime wailed, large eyes shutting. Ichigo blinked, then groaned. "If you don't remember, I saw my mother die at the age of 8, and I turned out fine."
"..."
"Inoue?"
"...But this is Makoto-chan we're talking about, Kurosaki-kun!"
Ichigo grumbled under his breath, and watched the rest of the heartwrenching, tear provoking, equally annoying drama on the television screen. He was hardly paying attention at all, just enough to notice more tears. Then, he'd dab away the moisture with a tissue and continue to be perplexed by Orihime's wails. "It's over..." Murmured the princess, a twinge of disappointment evident in her high pitched voice.
"Thankfully."
"Kurosaki-kun..." Orihime's eyebrows furrowed. "Of course you'd say something like that." A vein throbbed on his forehead. Orihime hardly ever annoys him, except when she's doing something completely stupid (Like running around a toystore like a kid, falling, and skinning her knee somehow.) "And what exactly is that supposed to mean, Inoue?!"
"Kurosaki-kun doesn't like the same things that I like! Kurosaki-kun...he.." She turned away dramatically, her hands clasped in front of her. "Kurosaki-kun has no feelings!"
Another vein throbbed.
"Inoue." She refused to speak. "Inoue Orihime, I can assure you that I'm not an emotionless man." Ichigo whispered, strong arms sneaking around a tiny waist and pulling her closer. Her head landed in his chest. Orihime looked up, to see his face. He was frowning, as usual, and he was glaring right down into her eyes.
"You know that I love you."
"Y-Yes." Orihime whispered. It was always so hard for her to say things like that. To say things like 'I love you.'
"If I am completely, utterly, thouroughly in love with you, then that shows that I have feelings and emotions." Said the substitute shinigami matter-of-factly. Small tears rose to her eyes. Orihime hunched over into his chest, bawling her eyes out. "I-Inoue!" Ichigo said, holding her close. "Are you alright?"
"K-Kurosaki-kun.." She murmured, wiping the tears away as more filled their place.
"You sound just like Makoto-kun." Though that annoyed him, Ichigo kissed her forehead. "I'll talk like this whenever you like...anything to make my princess happy."
WOW!
This is much longer than most!!
*sniff* I'm so...proud of myself!
I hope you all like it!