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Note: this fanfic is inspired from a J-Dorama, Long Vacation starred by Kimura Takuya of SMAP. Enjoy!
Thought/Past
Present.
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-Love Story-
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If you asked her whether she'd loved her ex-fiancé or not, she would have answered 'yes' but if you asked her again now whether she was sure about that or not, you would have to wait for a few minutes before she muttered an unsure 'maybe?'
Orihime Inoue's dream was to fall in love and to be married to the man she loved but unfortunately, all of her love stories ended up miserably. Before what happened with Grimmjow, the worst thing was when she found out that her then-boyfriend kissed another man. Now she couldn't decide which one was worse, to find that your boyfriend is gay or to be dumped on your wedding day.
She had been in love so many times and had her heart broken each time.
This time, when Grimmjow had left her, it hurt her so much. Not that she loved him that much… No, she loved him, just maybe not as much as what people thought. It was more because she had been so close to her dream—but she lost it in the last minute.
If only her brother was still alive, he might have been laughing.
Grimmjow was a perfect boyfriend for her. She believed he would make the best husband for her. He was handsome and though he was kind of rough, she knew he cared about her. She loved him and she knew, somehow, that he loved her too—but maybe that wasn't enough for them to be together.
She was sad, but she wouldn't blame Grimmjow. At first, she was angry and furious, she was disappointed, but now she could accept it. Maybe she wasn't good enough for him. Maybe he didn't love her that much. If she thought about it once again, maybe it was better that the wedding was off. She wouldn't marry someone who didn't love her with all his heart.
Orihime had had a lot of love stories before this. She had several unrequited loves too. Every time she had been in love, she would think to marry that person. For her, to fall in love with someone meant she had to marry him. She was obsessed with marriage. When she was ten she told her brother that she would get married when she was sixteen. Three years later, she realized that it was impossible, so she decided to get married when she was twenty. When she was nineteen, she didn't have any potential boyfriend, so she had to change her plan—she would get married when she was twenty five. Now, she was twenty seven and she had almost gotten married. Almost was the magic word. She wasn't sure now when would she get married. She wasn't sure if she could get married at all.
She had been in love many times, but each time she would fall for the wrong person. Again and again she would fall and fall, sometimes it became unbearable for her. Maybe if she wrote a book about her love stories, it would be a best seller.
Until a few days ago, she believed that she would die as a virgin. She would never feel a man's touch. She had been a little sorry for always rejecting Grimmjow when he tried to touch her. Maybe it was one of the reasons why he left her. Maybe she should have let him touch her, that way he wouldn't have chosen that other woman.
Orihime had never had sex before. Not that she was afraid or anything, she just wanted to save it until she got married. She wanted to give her virginity to her future husband only. She had never let any of her boyfriends touch her.
She had no idea that it would feel so great.
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To some people it wouldn't be surprising, but Ichigo Kurosaki had never been in love before. Sure, he had crushes on some female celebrities when he was younger but he had never fallen in love before. He would answer that it was his mother if someone forced him to answer who was his first love. It might be embarrassing, but it would be better than saying that he had never been in love.
His first kiss was…his mother too. His mother used to kiss him on the mouth when he was young. Of course, that was not his real first kiss, but he would rather say that, too, than tell the truth. The first girl who kissed him, besides his family, was a younger girl who lived near his house. She was thirteen and he was fifteen when she stole his first kiss. Yes, his first kiss had been stolen by a girl. She kissed him for a reason unknown to him. He was blank until now about the real reason why she had kissed him. The first girl he kissed was his part-time friend. It was another accident involving some marbles scattered on the floor and a loud "Omph"—yes—that was an accident and he was lucky she didn't slap him. For your information she was a mother of two children. He wouldn't want to remember that.
Ichigo had dated two girls in his life. The first one was when he was five years old and he even promised her that he would marry her one day. Funnily, he didn't even remember her name and face. The second girl he dated was a scary girl from another school. He was sixteen when the girl waited for him in front of the school gate with a determined look on her scary face. She was a leader of a yankee[*] group in the town. She heard that he was good at fighting—plus she liked his hair color—and thought that it would be good to make him her boyfriend. She broke up with him when she learned he played piano—and that his hair color was natural.
His first time having sex... Well as weird as it might sound, he had never had sex before. Not that he was some religious man—or gay, like what his friends and father accused him of—but surprisingly, Ichigo was a romantic man. He never really told anyone, but besides piano he liked one other thing, Shakespeare. Precisely, he adored Romeo and Juliet. He wouldn't let anyone know about this, but he had always thought that sex should only be done with someone you love—who loves you back. It should be romantic. It should be…
Oh well, he wouldn't say that his first sexual encounter was bad, because it wasn't! It was so good and he couldn't forget about it.
He knew that wasn't right—he had sex with a girl who lived with him—who was living under the same roof with him, who didn't love him…
That's right, she didn't love him. Why would she?
Ichigo had no love story in his life. He had never fallen in love and he was inexperienced. Now that he was so close to falling in love, he was so scared that he would do something wrong. Something like…
He'd had sex with her just a few days after she got dumped by her fiancé—a few hours after she told him her story with Grimmjow and cried. How more wrong could it be?
No, he had promised her that he wouldn't fall for her—though he didn't really promise with his fingers crossed, but still…
Ichigo sighed. He tapped his fingers on the table. He had just finished teaching his students for today and was in the teacher's room. He didn't want to go home yet.
He looked at the paper on the table and groaned. He had read it more than three times today and he still disliked the last point on the paper. Why would she make that…
"What is it?"
He was trying to hide the paper but the pale man was faster. He growled and slapped his face when the dark haired man read it loudly.
"Wow," he looked amused, "What is it, you made these rules?"
"Only the first twenty five points."
Ishida looked at the paper once again, "But there're twenty six…"
"She only made the last one."
He read the last point and smirked, "Ah, I see… This girl is smart."
"Shut up!" Ichigo tried to get it back but Ishida was faster. Ichigo was frustrated, "Oi, Ishida!"
"You made twenty five useless rules while she made one rule, and that was the vital one…" He was mocking the orange head, "Tell me, Kurosaki, is she your type…"
"Is she my what?" His face was so red now, "Don't be ridiculous! Give me that back!"
"You're so red Kurosaki."
"I'm not! Now give me that back!"
Ichigo was about to jump across the table to get the raven haired man when a familiar feminine voice stopped him from doing so.
"Oh my, Ichigo-kun and Uryuu-kun are so energetic today…"
A beautiful woman with long green hair stood not far from them. She was smiling at them and slowly, she walked toward the two men. The woman brought some books of scores with her. She put the books on the table next to Ichigo's table.
"What was that?" She looked at the paper Ishida held.
"Ah, this is…" Ichigo sent Ishida a warning look, he didn't want everybody here knowing that now he lived with a woman. "Kurosaki showed me a song he wrote."
Ichigo scowled. Well, at least he didn't say it.
The girl beamed at Ichigo, "Really? Waaaah, Ichigo-kun, I'd love to see that too…" she said with a childish tone she often used. "May I?"
"No!" Ichigo said quickly, almost too harshly. When he realized her expression he added quickly, "I mean, wait until I've finished it! Err… It isn't done yet… I will play it for you when I've finished it."
Ichigo maybe missed a hint of pink on her cheeks, but Ishida realized it and mentally slapped the berry for giving the girl false hope. He crossed his hands on his chest, waiting for the next scene. He had known for some time now that the female pianist had a crush on the idiot orange head. He knew that Ichigo hadn't noticed her feelings, no matter how obvious she had been.
"Really? Lovely!" She chuckled, "I'd love to hear that! Promise you will finish it soon and you'll play it for me?"
He nodded awkwardly, he wasn't really good at lying, "Err… Okay."
Ishida smirked.
This would be interesting to watch.
"Oh by the way Ichigo-kun…"
"Y-yes?"
"Who was answering your phone this morning?"
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"Rukia I think I'm going to die…"
"Huh?"
"I'll die."
"What are you talking about?"
"He will kill me!"
"Who?"
"He told me not to answer the phone!"
"Who's 'he'?"
"Ichigo-kun will kill me…"
"He won't… Hey, what's going on?"
"I answered the phone!"
"Huh? You what?"
"I answered the phone though he'd told me not to!"
"Hey… Please calm down, Hime…"
"His girlfriend was calling and I answered his phone!"
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[*]Yankee: delinquent students (1970s-1990s), they ride motorbike and talk with yakuza's accent. Usually they have unique hair style/color. They dyed their hair with unusual color for Japanese students like white or blonde.
Author's note:
I know I said there will be no updates this month but well, I had a fight with my team and we cancelled the projects. Well we 'postponed' them. For a very long time. It means I'll be quite free until Chinese New Year, hah! I've got nothing to do for months… :-S
Please lighten my mood by leaving some reviews, and maybe I'll update fast.
Oh by the way, as some hint, i will tell you that there will be not bad guy/girl in this fic :D, this is a big hint really. :) Because this fic is not angst or anything 'heavy' just enjoy the story without no worry :D
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