Vertigo
AN: Thanks to all who reviewed the last chapter! They are in Daikanyama still. They are on day 5 out of their 2 weeks of vacation. So obviously this is going to be much longer than ten chapters. And I thought it was gonna be a oneshot:]
The pastry shop was a small building, but it was full of many counters, each stuffed with every imaginable treat. If it could be concocted, it was sold here. The smell of the air was heavenly.
Karin was trying her best to decide what to get while Isshin was salivating over a plate of what could only be described as a monument to chocolate. Yuzu was asking the manager if he knew how the baker got the frosting in the shape of flowers.
Rukia had already decided what she wanted, a filled flaky bun that was in the shape of a rabbit. This particular bakery specialized in many shapes other than just buns and loaves. Bread shaped like turtles, and pastries shaped like rabbits being but a few examples.
After they all ordered they sat down to eat at a little table. Yuzu was munching on her treat, which was laden with ripe, fat blueberries. Her sister was working on something that oozed crème with every bite. Isshin was destroying the tower of chocolate with frightening enthusiasm. Rukia, having ordered so quickly had already eaten her treat.
To her credit she had taken a picture of it before she bit the ears off. Now, she was helping Ichigo finish his dessert. He minded quite a bit, but was too content to shoo her away.
Their hands were intertwined underneath the table. It had become almost a habit to grab each others hands. It had started with the occasional grab of the fingers to hurry another along while pursuing a hollow. After that awful yard sale when he grabbed her to drag her home, he had forgotten to let her slender hand out of his grasp. And it was all downhill from there.
It was such a simple gesture. Such an innocent and seemingly insignificant action. But he knew that the minute she decided to take her hand back his would be cold. It would feel weird not to be grasping herdelicate digits.
Since she had instigated this latest incident of contact, he was very hopeful that his hands wouldn't have to endure coldness anymore.
His hope was well directed. When Isshin and his sisters decided to go shopping, and they all left the shop, her hand remained in its place. It remained as they made the walk to the store.
"Rukia! Look at this!" Karin called. She and Yuzu seemed to have taken an enormous liking to the petite soul reaper, and liked informing her of every outfit that would look good on her.
"I like it." Rukia murmured, examining the medium length, purple dress that they had spotted. The soft, lavender fabric was a shade darker than her eyes. "What size is it?"
"I'm sure they have your size." Yuzu replied. Karin nodded her agreement.
The store did. She left to try it on, taking her warmth with her.
Ichigo was starting to feel stupid. He can survive a few minutes without holding her hand. What is he, a lonely loser?
How long do girls usually take to try on a dress anyways?
AN: Poor Ichigo! I believe he's suffering from puppy love! Quick! Send some lovely reviews to make him feel better:p