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Ichigo x Nemu
Shallow
There were many things going on beneath the surface. Ripples, spreading out, betraying a whole host of emotions and feelings that were hidden away beneath the exterior, beneath the expressionless face and voice that gave nothing away. Some people that she had met were shallow, two-dimensional, but he made no sense to her, because there was too much depth to him. So much depth, in fact, that some days it appeared that he was a water so shallow that he reflected the sky almost perfectly. She still was not sure how he managed to do that.
She blinked, and watched his sleeping back.
So much beneath his surface.
She wanted to ask him, although she knew that it had never been intended for her to have a streak of curiosity within her. Curiosity meant free thought, and Mayuri-sama had never wanted that in a serving creation. Luckily, he had wanted her to be intelligent and intuitive, so she realised soon enough to keep that habit to herself, or else face the punishment of being dismembered and re-modelled: Nemu 2.0, if you will. That was what she was there for, after all, was it not?
Ichigo, though, did not like it when she did exactly what he told her to do, although she was always efficient and thought that that was what would make him happy. He would roll his eyes at her though, and tell her not to take him so literally, and why didn't she do something for herself once in a while?
She didn't understand. She didn't even know how to begin to understand, but as he sighed in his sleep she lay down on the bed next to him, and laid one cool hand on his waist. His skin was hot, burning, and she pressed her front to the curve of his spine, hoping that he would warm her up, from the core outwards.
She had so many things that she wanted to ask him.
She closed her eyes, not realising that she was smiling.
It could wait until morning.