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moonsheenThis one is for Chira:
“Mm!” said Orihime. “And so Little Red Riding Hood and the three bears decided to walk home all together! Because the bear’s GINGERBREAD MOBILE had run out of jellybeans—and they’d left their phones at home.”
“Sounds serious!” said Matsumoto, eyes wide.
“…sounds tooth rotting,” said Ichigo, scratching his head.
Orihime looked grave. “And then the Wolf and the Fox came over at the crossway between Feltway and Stitchwood avenues, all dressed up as Grandma and Grandpa. And said…”
She paused, and raised her hand in front of her mouth, crooking it like fangs. She cupped the other hand at the side of her face, like a whisper. Her voice dropped eerily: “They said…”
…Ichigo couldn’t help but lean in a little.
“ ‘Why what big--’ BAM! WHAPOW! OOMPH! HYAAAH! 360!!!”
…with accompanied gestures.
“O—oi Inoue…”
Orihime paused with her fist brandished in a pose of TRIUMPH. “…Mmm~?”
Ichigo wasn’t exactly sure how this part of the story involved him finding himself on his back with a very sore jaw, but he expected the answer would probably involve Ishida, cooking oil, and Rukia recasting them into one of those sundry French novels she pretended she didn’t have a thing for. So he kept quiet about that.
“…So,” he said instead. Mindful of the fact Orihime’s foot was currently on his chest. “Then what.”
Orihime put her hands on her hips. “And then Goldilocks and the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad all went home together and had tea. THE END.”
“Huh.”
“Oh, Kurosaki-kun, how did you…”
Happy endings for all.
“I like it,” said Matsumoto, with proper applause. “How exciting! Wouldn’t you agree, Captain?”
“…yes,” said Hitsugaya, glaring at the elbow his captain had propped on his head. “That was very…unique, Matsumoto, but that doesn’t explain one thing.”
“Oh~? I thought the ninja explained everything.”
“Well. Yes. Except. Why,” Hitsugaya hissed, “You seem to think I’m the one in need of the bedtime story….”
...and go figure I finish Vagrant Story and this is what comes from it.
Mal was swearing when the young man stood up. Sure, the kid was skinny as a rail. Unarmed, too… if wanted to be all technical about it.
Heh. Funny enough, technical was ignoring the curved, glossy claws that were flexing where the boy’s hands ought to be. He raised his head and looked at them all with black, savage eyes.
“Jayne,” gritted the Captain. “That better be a gun in your pocket…”
Somewhere behind him, something whirred into life. “Oh it is,” promised Jayne, taking aim from the walkway. “You bet it is--”
And then River moved faster than anyone of them ever had the brains to remember she could. “--GORRAMNIT GIRL.”
And right in the line of fire, River and the reaver kid locked eyes, cocked their heads, and then pirouetted about each other.
“Your name is River Tam,” murmured the boy, in a voice that was high and musical. He stepped to the left.
“Your name is more than one,” said River. She stepped to the right.
He gestured nearly absently, with a clank. “Your family is very hospitable.”
River circled again. “They think you’re something else.”
The kid made a clicking noise. “Do you?”
“I don’t think you’re what they think.”
“And what do you think?”
“I think you’re something else.”
His lips pursed. “How good of you.”
“You know I know.” River laughed, sliding her heel back. “And you know I know you know.” He dropped a shoulder and she swiveled forward. They knelt all at once, nearly forehead to forehead.
“We are very knowledgeable,” he breathed, pale hair shivering. River held his hands—combing her fingers over them, her thumbs pressed to the shining, shining blades, measuring the length of them, running over the flats of them, muttering as a child might to a doll.
“Soft,” she cooed. “Soft. You have soft hands…”
They curled gently, to accommodate her palms.
“…well,” said Mal, in a silence that didn’t exactly feel holy. “That’s…a might strange, there.”
“Mm!” said Orihime. “And so Little Red Riding Hood and the three bears decided to walk home all together! Because the bear’s GINGERBREAD MOBILE had run out of jellybeans—and they’d left their phones at home.”
“Sounds serious!” said Matsumoto, eyes wide.
“…sounds tooth rotting,” said Ichigo, scratching his head.
Orihime looked grave. “And then the Wolf and the Fox came over at the crossway between Feltway and Stitchwood avenues, all dressed up as Grandma and Grandpa. And said…”
She paused, and raised her hand in front of her mouth, crooking it like fangs. She cupped the other hand at the side of her face, like a whisper. Her voice dropped eerily: “They said…”
…Ichigo couldn’t help but lean in a little.
“ ‘Why what big--’ BAM! WHAPOW! OOMPH! HYAAAH! 360!!!”
…with accompanied gestures.
“O—oi Inoue…”
Orihime paused with her fist brandished in a pose of TRIUMPH. “…Mmm~?”
Ichigo wasn’t exactly sure how this part of the story involved him finding himself on his back with a very sore jaw, but he expected the answer would probably involve Ishida, cooking oil, and Rukia recasting them into one of those sundry French novels she pretended she didn’t have a thing for. So he kept quiet about that.
“…So,” he said instead. Mindful of the fact Orihime’s foot was currently on his chest. “Then what.”
Orihime put her hands on her hips. “And then Goldilocks and the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad all went home together and had tea. THE END.”
“Huh.”
“Oh, Kurosaki-kun, how did you…”
Happy endings for all.
“I like it,” said Matsumoto, with proper applause. “How exciting! Wouldn’t you agree, Captain?”
“…yes,” said Hitsugaya, glaring at the elbow his captain had propped on his head. “That was very…unique, Matsumoto, but that doesn’t explain one thing.”
“Oh~? I thought the ninja explained everything.”
“Well. Yes. Except. Why,” Hitsugaya hissed, “You seem to think I’m the one in need of the bedtime story….”
...and go figure I finish Vagrant Story and this is what comes from it.
Mal was swearing when the young man stood up. Sure, the kid was skinny as a rail. Unarmed, too… if wanted to be all technical about it.
Heh. Funny enough, technical was ignoring the curved, glossy claws that were flexing where the boy’s hands ought to be. He raised his head and looked at them all with black, savage eyes.
“Jayne,” gritted the Captain. “That better be a gun in your pocket…”
Somewhere behind him, something whirred into life. “Oh it is,” promised Jayne, taking aim from the walkway. “You bet it is--”
And then River moved faster than anyone of them ever had the brains to remember she could. “--GORRAMNIT GIRL.”
And right in the line of fire, River and the reaver kid locked eyes, cocked their heads, and then pirouetted about each other.
“Your name is River Tam,” murmured the boy, in a voice that was high and musical. He stepped to the left.
“Your name is more than one,” said River. She stepped to the right.
He gestured nearly absently, with a clank. “Your family is very hospitable.”
River circled again. “They think you’re something else.”
The kid made a clicking noise. “Do you?”
“I don’t think you’re what they think.”
“And what do you think?”
“I think you’re something else.”
His lips pursed. “How good of you.”
“You know I know.” River laughed, sliding her heel back. “And you know I know you know.” He dropped a shoulder and she swiveled forward. They knelt all at once, nearly forehead to forehead.
“We are very knowledgeable,” he breathed, pale hair shivering. River held his hands—combing her fingers over them, her thumbs pressed to the shining, shining blades, measuring the length of them, running over the flats of them, muttering as a child might to a doll.
“Soft,” she cooed. “Soft. You have soft hands…”
They curled gently, to accommodate her palms.
“…well,” said Mal, in a silence that didn’t exactly feel holy. “That’s…a might strange, there.”
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Date: 2006-03-09 01:37 am (UTC)A+++++ for an adorable!Orihime and big-dork!Ichigo story which nonethless still manages to horribly embarrass Hitsugaya. Now that's the way Bleach-fic oughta work!
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Date: 2006-03-09 01:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-09 04:26 am (UTC)*dies laughing*
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Date: 2006-03-09 06:17 am (UTC)Do more, I insist. >:O
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Date: 2006-03-20 09:10 pm (UTC)A mite strange? Mighty strange? I don't see a combination working.
That is all.
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Date: 2006-04-17 04:22 pm (UTC)Thaaank you for stealing my relationship with coherent speech.