Joy Blue

[IchiHime FC]

Название: The Gift
Язык: английский
Жанр: юмор
Саммари: Орихиме обещала сделать его день рождения незабываемым. Сидя в тюремной камере, покрытый коркой грязи, он должен отдать ей должное.


апд.
у этого фанфика есть приквел, поди ж ты
на дворе стоял серый 2007 год..
на тему Танабаты
мне нравятся подколы на тему, как эти двое продолжают обращаться к друг другу по фамилии: хD



За лначем люди, о существовании которых Ичиго даже не подозревал, столпились вокруг их группы. Они продолжали расспрашивать Орихиме об этом Хикибоши Ямада, на что она отвечала «Хико-кун это», «Хико-кун то»

Это было.. это начинало раздражать его.

«Она только что встретила парня, и уже называет его Хико-кун?» спросила Рангику

Ренджи пожал плечами.

«Она называет меня Ренджи-кун»

Тоширо кивнул, добавляя: «ко мне она обращается Тоширо-кун»

Рангику усмехнулась.

«Ай, не ревнуешь, Ичиго-кун?»

Ичиго бросил на неё леденящий душу взгляд, которому позавидовал бы Хьёринмару



Название: On the 7th Day

запись создана: 28.03.2009 в 20:56

@темы: фанфики и зарисовки

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главы 349 // 350

[IchiHime FC]

www.onemanga.com/Bleach/350/01/ // www.onemanga.com/Bleach/349/11/ + www.onemanga.com/Bleach/349/13/
Орихиме бежит к Ичиго и, увидев его остекленевший взгляд, падает на колени

www.onemanga.com/Bleach/350/03/ // www.onemanga.com/Bleach/349/18-19/
когда Орихиме вслух призывает Ичиго помочь ей

www.onemanga.com/Bleach/350/02/ // www.onemanga.com/Bleach/349/17/
получается Ичиго слышал её ещё раньше, когда Орихиме мысленно обращалась к нему?..
нехило


апд.
www.mangatoshokan.com/read/bleach/0/350/5 - www.mangatoshokan.com/read/bleach/0/350/14
марка на груди Ичиго - черное солнце

и там идет эта теория, тчо Ичиго поглотил часть лечащей Рикки Орихиме, когда трансформировался

Ичиго находится в её лечебной полусфере: www.onemanga.com/Bleach/349/17/
когда она впервые кричит о помощи и волосы отрастают: www.onemanga.com/Bleach/349/18-19/
Ичиго преобразовывает: www.onemanga.com/Bleach/350/02/
когда она второй раз призывает к нему, волосы восстанавливаются к обычному: www.onemanga.com/Bleach/353/08/
а овальная форма напоминает о её лечебной Рикке: www.onemanga.com/Bleach/353/09/

она не пыталась излечить ни Ишиду, ни Ичиго, хотя обычно это - первое, что она делает: www.onemanga.com/Bleach/349/05/
но свой защитный щит она использует: www.onemanga.com/Bleach/352/08/
то есть это не ступор на её части


апд.2 отсутствие Рикки с левой стороны прекрасно видно на сканах в высоком качестве
а это как раз её лечащая Рикка + Лилия [ссылка]


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запись создана: 20.03.2009 в 02:20

@темы: аватары, баннеры, обои и проч. манипуляции, вопросы

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запись создана: 26.07.2009 в 05:11

@темы: аватары, баннеры, обои и проч. манипуляции, арт

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Орлиный флирт

[IchiHime FC]

1. Название «Вега» произошло от приблизительной транслитерации арабского слова waqi («падающий») из фразы النسر الواقع (an-nasr al-wāqi‘, «падающий орёл»), так как созвездие Лиры в древнем мире изображалось в виде пикирующего орла или грифа.
(справа вверху)

2. «Альтаир» النسر الطائر, an-nasr aţ-ţā’ir ("летящий орёл")
(слева внизу)

Уолт Уитмэн.
(в переводе Александра Андреева, 2008) link

Дорога у реки осталась сзади (гуляю утром, отдыхаю),
Вдруг с неба приглушённый звук, орлиный флирт,
Стремительный любовный поединок высоко в пространстве,
Схватившиеся сцепленные когти, живое яростно крутящееся колесо,
Четыре бьющихся крыла, два клюва, тугая вихрем стиснутая масса,
Акробатические вычурные петли, паденье вертикально вниз,
Пока не замерли над речкой, вдвоём едина плоть, мгновенное затишье,
Недвижное паренье в воздухе, и вновь расстались, теряя когти,
И снова косо вверх на крепких медленных крылах, отдельно друг от друга,
Она – и он вдогонку.

видео

@темы: аватары, баннеры, обои и проч. манипуляции, мифы, лирика

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Танабата и Обон

[IchiHime FC]

Танабата.



вики:
Согласно легенде, прекрасная Орихи́ме (прядущая принцеса, ткачиха) и Хикобо́си (пасущий коров, волопас) встретились и полюбили друг друга.
(Ткачихой, или Танабатацумэ, называют яркую звезду Вегу в созвездии Лиры, а Волопасом, или Кенгю (китайский вариант), называют звезду Альтаир в созвездии Орла.)
Недовольный тем, что работа была оставлена, отец Орихиме разлучил влюблённых, разделив их по обе стороны реки (Млечный путь), и запретил им видеться. Но, позже, растроганный слезами дочери, позволил молодым встречаться раз в год в седьмой день седьмого месяца. Все бы хорошо, но в первый раз, когда влюбленные попытались встретиться, они обнаружили, что не могут перейти реку – через реку не было проложено моста. Орихиме плакала так, что слетелись сороки и пообещали построить мост через реку, расправив и соединив крылья, чтобы влюбленные могли встретиться. Но так же предупредили, что, если будет идти дождь, то они не смогут прилететь и выполнить обещание, и двое влюбленных должны будут ждать до следующего года...
в еще одной версии влюбленным помогает встретиться лодочник (полумесяц)

теперь, что в манге

Орихиме:
1. Гений шитья (www.onemanga.com/Bleach/105/19/)
2. Вега (www.onemanga.com/Bleach/5/02/)
3. 7/7 напротив (www.onemanga.com/Bleach/13/03-04/)

Ичиго:
1. Орёл (www.onemanga.com/Bleach/239/01/ - один из)
2. "Пасет" свою пустоту (www.onemanga.com/Bleach/350/15/)
3. 15 июля день рождения (Обон)

Рукия:
1. Луна - полумесяц
2. Остановила дождь
3. и привела к Орихиме

Гриммджо:
1. привел к Ичиго (www.onemanga.com/Bleach/277/04/) и
2. "Наконец, мой ОТП случился" =D (www.onemanga.com/Bleach/280/19/)

Ишида:
Денеб, «лифт»,.. хD

Улькиорра:
кто постоянно стремился их разделить физически и морально

Айзен:
его королевское величество непревзойденный король и самопровозглашенный властелин мира и ура, ура, ура
Стоящий за всем этим

вороны:
1. шинигами (www.bleachportal.ru/img_out/gallery_gallery/arc...)
All colour but the black scans

Они, оказывается живут у Кубо через реку (и я люблю, как у них единственных есть связь с рекой. Только у Орихиме это положительные воспоминания, Ичиго же имеет совершенно противоположные)


И не могли встретиться, пока шел дождь.

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Обон.



Фестиваль Танабата, с приходом в Японию, совпал по времени проведения с традиционным японским праздником Обон.
Из-за этого традиции фестиваля перемешались с различными ритуальными действиями буддийской церемонии.
На Танабату существовал обычай утром 7-го дня, еще до рассвета, собирать в поле росу со стеблей риса и листьев картофеля. Этой росой разводили тушь и писали на бумажных лентах различные изречения, которые прикрепляли к бамбуку, после чего, ближе к вечеру, эти ветви сплавлялись по рекам, или же сжигались, таким образом доставляя желания людей богам.
Одновременно с этим повсеместно проводилась церемония Обон - торо нагаси - красочные бумажные фонарики со свечами пускаются по реке или морю, указывая душам безопасный путь в царство мертвых.

После перехода Японии к григорианскому календарю, некоторые люди празднуют эти праздники по новой дате, некоторые по старой (в августе), которая ближе к традиционной. Например, в Сэндае, где проходит один из самых крупномасштабных фестивалей Танабата (ок 2 млн. туристов ежегодно), фестиваль отмечают с 5 по 8 августа.

Обон.
Обон на санскрите означаетс «висение кверх ногами» и подразумевает великое страдание.

Обон — один из важнейших буддийских праздников. В храмах в это время происходит чтение священных книг, родственники кладут свои подношения к алтарям. К вечеру в парках можно увидеть специальный исполняющийся под звуки фольклорной музыки и пения танец — бон одори — призванный успокоить души предков.

Танец берет начало из история про Мокурэна, ученика Будды, который использовал свои сверхспособности чтобы приглядывать за своей умершей матерью. Он обнаружил, что она попала в Мир голодных духов и сильно страдала. Взволнованный он пошел к Будде и спросил как он мог бы вызволить свою мать из той реальности. Будда посоветовал ему сделать приношения множеству священников, которые вернулись из летнего уединения, на пятнадцатый день седьмого месяца. Ученик сделал это и его мать была освобождена. Он также стал замечать её прошлую бескорыстность и жертвы на которые она пошла для него. Ученик от счастья, что его мать свободна, и в благодарность за её доброту стал танцевать. От этого танца и пошел Бон одори, танец памяти предков и благодарность за их жертвы.

Закрывается праздник торжественным торо нагаси.

@темы: мифы

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эти.. как их

[IchiHime FC]

объясняю на пальцах, ага =D

запись создана: 05.04.2009 в 20:42

@темы: аватары, баннеры, обои и проч. манипуляции, вопросы

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Женский голос

[IchiHime FC]

-- Куросаки-куууууууунннн
(тбум, хыдыщ, хыдыдыщ, шпок, та-да!)
-- А? Что? Откуда я слышу женский голос??
-- Я здесь... мм.. правее чуть... да... Орихиме мое имя...
-- Без разницы.. я помогу.... (говорит Широзаки, подразумевая помощь "в целом")

... и люди даже не шутят.


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дискуссии: bleachasylum.com/showthread.php?t=9653&page=40 (начиная с поста 785 и далее.)
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запись создана: 03.05.2009 в 16:28

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@темы: ссылки, наблюдения

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Танабата'09

[IchiHime FC]

@темы: ссылки

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баловство

[IchiHime FC]

Допустим, Ичиго и Орихиме поменялись ролями. История Ичиго теперь - история Орихиме, и наоборот. Напишите сценарий, используя любой из моментов Ичихиме в манге.

Kenkai-Chan (глава 237):
He had no choice, he told himself. If he didn't come, Aizen would send his entire forces to Karakura Town and not only destroy the town, but kill his nakama as well.

He was a fighter by nature, but he was also a protector, which took precedence. Sometimes, some battles couldn't be fought with sword and power, but with sacrifice and heart. It didn't make them any easier, though.

He wasn't sure why, but he was given 12 hours to tie up loose ends and to say good-bye to one person. He had a lot to do, but he did it. He left a note for his family, saying he would be gone for awhile and telling them to take care of Rukia. It wasn't a good-bye, per se, but more like a notice, or so he liked to think. After all, it was a "loose end" he needed to tie up.

The hours passed, and night cloaked Karakura Town. He didn't know who to say good-bye to. There was a lot he wanted to say to everyone, nakama and allies alike.

He just let his feet take him somewhere, wandering the streets until he came upon an apartment building. His eyes widened when he realized he was in front of Inoue's home. He craned his neck, his eyes softening as he sensed her reiatsu, quiet and subdued. Glancing down at the bracelet that made him invisible and then back at Inoue's window, he sighed. I won't be seen, he thought as he began to climb the side of her house.

Inside the apartment, Orihime slept peacefully, unaware of the boy that was coming through her wall. Ichigo pushed himself through and stumbled in.

I'm... really inside Inoue's apartment. Normally, he would find it really weird to be in there, especially without her permission. His feet had led him here, so subconsciously, this was where he wanted to be.

He tensed when he heard shuffling from down the hall, and wondered if Hitsugaya or Matsumoto heard him. He listened quietly as the shuffling quieted, and when he was sure they went back to sleep, he relaxed. He looked around, noting all the knick-knacks and things in Inoue's room. He saw a picture or two of Sora, some of her friends, a few stuffed animals, and her schoolwork.

She shifted slightly in her sleep, and Ichigo's gaze fell on her. He walked over to her bed, and knelt down until he was level with her. He was silent for a little while, struggling for words. He rested his chin on her bed, and subconsciously laid his hand over her hand. "Inoue..." He paused, and sighed. "I'm not totally sure why I came here, of all places. I mean, you're my nakama, but I wonder why I chose to come here?" He shook his head, and half-smiled. "Or maybe I already do, and I'm just too dense to realize it."

He lifted his head, and put his arm underneath it before settling his head on it. He felt restless, but at the same time, he didn't want to move or leave. Ever. In that small room, with Inoue, he felt safe. A safe haven from the storm. His last bit of peace before he had to go into the violent, dangerous world of Hueco Mundo.

"I don't know what will happen to me, or what's going to happen in the future." He saddened as he thought of the possibility he might never see home again. "There's a lot I want to do yet: things to see, people I want to meet, places I want to go, but..." He shook his head. "I'm going to protect everyone, and I'm going to protect you. I promised you as much, and I will uphold that, even if that means I can't see you."

HIs heart wrenched at the thought, and he felt his throat tighten. He gasped out a small breath, squeezing his eyes shut until the feeling passed. He placed his other hand on top of Inoue's, and squeezed her small hand between his. "It sucks. I want to be able to see you again, but I..."

I have to keep her, and the others, safe from Aizen. Even if that means I have to go away, I'll do it.

"I'm sorry, that I have to leave you though. I hope someday, everyone will understand why. And I'm sorry I can't fulfill my promise to you in person, but..." He stood up, and gave her tiny hand another squeeze before letting go. Not knowing what possessed him, he leaned down, and kissed her forehead. "Maybe I can in the next lifetime. Inoue, take care of everyone, and... good-bye."

He stepped back, his legs feeling heavy, and looked over her one more time before he walked through her wall, and into the night.

When the sun filtered in a few hours later, Orihime quickly sat up, her chest heaving as she fought off the overwhelming feeling of dread. "It... it must have been a dream, but it felt so real. Kurosaki-kun was-"

She sensed his reiatsu, small but present. She glanced around, and while trying to locate it, placed her hand to her forehead. She froze, and focused on her hand. His reiatsu is on my hand, and I think even on my forehead. Why is it...?

Hitsugaya pounded on Orihime's door. She hurried out of bed, and slipped on a robe before opening the door. Her heart pounded when she saw his worried look. "What's wrong?"

"We have a meeting with the general-commander. Kurosaki's gone missing."

No! Orihime hid her panic and nodded, promising to be there once she was dressed. She closed the door, and silently prayed to her brother for strength to endure whatever was ahead.
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fly (глава 286):
Ичиго, наконец, смог расслабиться. Орихиме была перед ним в полной безопасности теперь, хоть и ушиблена, и обуглена, но все еще прекрасна как всегда.

Она спросила его: "Ты в порядке, Куросаки-кун?"

Он не мог придумать никакого другого ответа, кроме как сказать ей "да". Тебе разве не о себе следует волноваться в первую очередь сейчас? Подумал он про себя, чувствуя облегчение от того, что она находила в себе силы волноваться о нем и полностью игнорировать раны на теле.

Это Иноуэ, в конце концов. Огромное спасибо.

Следующие несколько секунд пронеслись в мгновение ока. Чувствуя внезапное изменение в весе, он был поднят в воздух и перекинут через плечо Орихиме.

Настолько быстро, что он даже не успел удивиться.

"Что ты делаешь, Иноуэ?"

"Собираюсь спустить тебя вниз. Спрыгнуть будет быстрее, разве нет? "

Ичиго ощутил, как его лица заливает краска. Это было странно, невероятно, но, тем не менее, это происходило.

"Но.." Он пытался протестовать.

"Я - парень.."

Иноуэ усмехнулась и ответила. "Не волнуйся, я была чемпионкой по тяжелой атлетике среди учениц на Олимпийском фестивале в прошлом году"
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Juuri (глава 349):
Her body dropped surprisingly fast, yet in his eyes it took forever. Forever to watch the blood pouring from the fatal wound that the devil had inflicted on her. Forever for it to register in his mind that she would not live. "No," he choked out as the realization dawned on him, emotions surfacing at the same moment. "No, NOOOO!!!" He stumbled forward, desperate to catch her before she hit the ground, casting his sword to the side without a second thought. "SHIT!" Her body crashed into him and his shakiness combined with the sudden addition of weight to his arms caused him to fall to his knees.

The blood. There was so much fucking blood. "NOT AGAIN!" Ichigo screamed. "THIS CAN'T FUCKING HAPPEN!" He was nine years old again and his mother's blood was pouring onto him. Except that he was sixteen and his mother was long dead; the blood staining his shinigami robes belonged to Inoue Orihime. He began to choke; his eyes began to burn. A voice sounded behind him, it was the voice of that same devil. "It is useless. You cannot resurrect the dead." There was no rational part of Ichigo's mind to compute to him that this was true, instead he screeched, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He was crumbling, his promise was broken, right before his very eyes, and he should have been able to stop it. He was broken, but in a different way then her; liquid splattered onto her face, staining it and dripping down her cold white cheeks and drawing attention to her once warm brown eyes. No, he thought, her eyes are still alive, she's still there. Fuck, why the hell am I so useless. WHY? Help me...help me... He clutches her body closer and screams, "HELP ME KEEP MY PROMISE!!"

@темы: фанфики и зарисовки

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Яркая звезда

[IchiHime FC]

Джон Китс:
(перевод Филимонова, 2008 г.)

Звезда! Мне б тоже неизменным стать,
Но не висеть, как ты, в ночи пустой
И отрешённо сверху наблюдать
Движенье вод в их миссии святой

Омыва населённых берегов,
По-эремитски, не смыкая век,
Глазеть на саван выпавших снегов
Поверх болот и гор, из века в век.

Нет, мне б хотелось, позабывши сон,
Прильнуть щекою к зреющей груди
Моей Любви, и с нею в унисон
Дышать, предвидя вечность впереди,

Ловить в томленьи каждый нежный вдох...
Так сладко жить, иначе б я издох.

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«Я специально выделила строки, потому что могу вообразить, как краснеет Ичиго, когда будет читать их Орихиме (в них именно то, что он хочет сделать, но слишком застенчив, чтобы сказать об этом)»

ха-ха-ха

пс. пока искала перевод, вышла на статью о 62 Каннском фестивале)):
«Яркая звезда» Джейна Кэмпиона - история любви поэта Джона Китса и Фанни Браун, гораздо больше увлечённой шитьём, чем поэзией, и тем не менее поддавшейся романтическому натиску поэта.

@темы: лирика

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когда лень писать

[IchiHime FC]

radio♥PROTECTOR (love and protect) - ichihime by ValeryaDeidara
(музыка: 65daysofstatic - Radio Protector)




пс. ......


сколько же их оказывается, у..

@темы: аватары, баннеры, обои и проч. манипуляции, амв

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Руками не трогать

[IchiHime FC]

Да, совсем =D


комментарий:
Орихиме в очередной раз похищают. (из-за силы ли, зависти, или чего еще. не суть важно. хотя частенько (в тех же мифах) можно увидеть, как к/н представитель мужского полу, увидев красивую женщину, проникается к той страстью, упорно ее преследует и в конце концов берет несчастную без ее согласия..
как бы там ни было)
Ичиго успевает вовремя размазать похитителя по стенке и с усталым вздохом вопросительно оборачивается к жене:
-я понимаю мужчины, ну, может, еще женщины, но.. это?.. (вздыхая снова, взваливает ее на плечо)
(Орихиме чувствует себя жутко виноватой) гомен, гомен, Куросаки-кун..
(голоса удаляются)
-наверно, не удивлюсь, если на очереди будет что-то неодушевленное..
-ах, ну.. теперь, когда ты упомянул это, я вспоминаю, как однажды..
-да, да..

@темы: фанфики и зарисовки

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psp

[IchiHime FC]

Улькиорра, защищающий Айзена, так Ичиго напоминает (встающего на защиту Орихиме)
или сцену главы 340
Улькиорра: нет смысла её спасать, она - одна из нас
Ичиго: не тебе подобным решать! (Иноуэ принадлежит себе самой!)
Улькиорра: верно. решать будет Айзен-сама
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Bleach : heat the soul 5 - Ichigo/Orihime VS Hollow/Pantera

увидеть бы Широ в тандеме с Химе против кого-нибудь, ах
но как она его ногами от себя оттолкнула, лежа на спине хDDD

@темы: амв

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рыба моя

[IchiHime FC]

есть вещи, на которые можно смотреть бесконечно..
«Ichi & Hime», к примеру, - нервы успокаивать хD

@темы: наблюдения

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Автор: fly

[IchiHime FC]

Название: Tis Be The Season
Жанр: Романс, драма
Саммари: There are times when intangible tokens of care matters more than what could be tangibly obtained. Begins with an intention, and ends with a promise.


Название: The forgotten encounter
Жанр: романс, дружба
Саммари: Two young depressed children who just experienced losses met each other on one cold snowy day in an encounter not remembered until much later. One-shot IciHime, written for FLOL Christmas exchange.


Название: The Seven Tanabatas
Жанр: романс, драма
Саммари: Семь самых важных для Ичиго и Орихиме 7х июля, охватывающие все периоды их жизней. От рождения вплоть до седой старости и морщин. Написано для второго ежегодного фестиваля Танабаты ичихиме.


Название: 70 Winters Later
Жанр: ангст, романс
Саммари: My entry that was submitted to the IchiHime Winter Wonderland Contest. A separation in a winter 70 year ago had Ichigo and Orihime forced to go their own way. 7 long decades, and they finally see each other again to an unfortunate incident. One-shot.

@темы: фанфики и зарисовки

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Пять жизней

[IchiHime FC]

Название: Five Lifetimes
Автор: copperheadfightingninja
Язык: английский
Жанр: юмор, романс
Саммари: Он ненавидел вечеринки и обычно не посещал их, но по просьбе своей подруги, он согласился.


He hated parties. Not because of the pink and purple streamers that stained the wall nor because of the colorful confetti that spread across the white carpet of the room. No, he hated parties because for some reason every time there was a special event, all the idiots showed up at the same time.

Opening his eyes, the ruckus around him growing louder, Ichigo wondered how the hell he got wrapped up in all of this. It had all started out with Rukia asking him how to host a party, and when he had asked her why she was interested, she had given him a dark look, told him it wasn't any of his business and then walked off.

Damn midget, Ichigo thought as the scowl on his lips deepened. It was always like her to leave him in the dark about her schemes and then when the plan went into action, he was always in the center of it. One day she's going to pay for all the shit she puts me through, he promised silently as he leaned the back of his head against the wall that his body was leaning against.

Sighing deeply, Ichigo tried to ignore the sound of breaking glass and the annoying laughter that was threatening to engulf his body. If he had known that the entire Soul Society had been invited, he wouldn't have dared to show up.

When he had first walked through the door of Urahara's shop, there had been only a few people. Minutes later after asking Rukia what this party was for, there had been a crash and as the shinigami had turned around to see who was intruding, the entire Soul Society, including all captains and lieutenants, invaded.

Opening his eyes slightly, Ichigo lifted his foot up from the ground, bending his knee before setting it back down and repeating the action with his other foot. His feet were sore from standing in the same place for hours and his body was begging him to leave.

Normally, he wouldn't give a flip about what was happening around him. Normally, he would tell all of them to screw themselves, turn around and march out, but this time... It wasn't that simple.

“Kurosaki-kun!”

Lifting his eyes up from the ground that he had been unknowingly staring at, his chocolate eyes locked with beautiful gray ones.

Pushing himself off of the wall just in time to witness his lovely girlfriend trip over her own feet, Ichigo's face fell as she squealed, falling to the ground.

“Inoue, are you alright?” Ichigo asked as he quickly made it to her side, kneeling down by her fallen form. “Inoue?” he repeated her name, concern reflecting across his face.

He should have known better than to hover above the cheerful healer. He had experiences with her hard head and before he could realize that he was in a dangerous spot, it was too late.

“I'm fine!” she cried out, bolting up from the floor to have her head connect with his jaw, sending Ichigo into a world of pain and to the floor. “Ah, Kurosaki-kun! Are you okay?!” she asked, realizing afterwards that she had injured her first love. “Kurosaki-kun?”

“I'm fine,” Ichigo muttered, his hand holding his throbbing jaw as he pushed himself off of the floor. He would never understand how something so small could cause a bigger man such pain. Looks were deceiving.

Glancing up at Orihime, he noticed that her face was flushed and she was smiling...like she had won something. “Inoue?” he asked, hoping to god that she wasn't what he thought she was.

“Heh... Sorry, Kurosaki-kun. I was running to you because Kuchiki-san said that the blue men were going to tie you up and take you away! I couldn't let them do that so I pulled out my...” her voice trailed off as her eyes darted around the room, her head jerking back and forth with a look of confusion stretching across her face.

“The blue men...” Ichigo repeated, wondering if his girlfriend was actually sane. He knew that she had a mind of a child and daydreamed a lot more than she should, but the things that she thought of were ridiculous. “What are you looking for, Inoue?” he asked, changing the subject.

“My powers. They left me,” Orihime blurted out, her eyes widening in horror. “They left me! Like butterflies!” she cried out, her hands waving dramatically in front of her.

“Butterflies,” he said. “I don't think anything left you. Your powers are your hairpins, remember?” he asked before extending a hand down towards his fallen girlfriend.

“Really?” she questioned, her eyes big with wonder and it made everything around him suddenly disappear. Those eyes were what he had fallen in love with. The innocence behind her beautiful smile and not so graceful body.

“Yes, really,” he told her, smiling softly as he squatted down in front of her, so that he was at eye level with her. “Inoue... you haven't been drink-” Ichigo was interrupted as a loud scream came out of nowhere, making the couple jerk their heads to see a woman running up to them. Her strawberry blond hair was flowing behind her gracefully as her beautiful assets were bouncing with every step she took.

Oh god, Ichigo thought as he tried to figure out how to get himself and Orihime away from the dangerous woman. No wonder Orihime was acting the way she was: the lieutenant from the tenth division had found her victim.

“Ichigo-kun, you're here! I haven't seen you in a long time!” Matsumoto said as she wrapped an arm around Ichigo's shoulders, pulling him into the air, much to his dissatisfaction.

“I've been here this entire time,” Ichigo said, flatly as he stared at the intoxicated shinigami. “You're just too drunk to see what's in front of you.”

“Aw, Ichigo-kun, don't be mean!” she cried out, making Ichigo cringe at the high pitch that had damaged his ears. “Have a drink!” she offered, sticking a cup in front of him.

“What? I don't want any,” Ichigo told her, pushing the cup away from him, a frown forming on his face. He couldn't believe that Rukia had invited her to the party. Of all people to put on the list, she had to put one of the worst alcoholics on it.

“Your loss,” Matsumoto said before pulling away from his and squatting down towards the silent Orihime. “You look dehydrated. Have some sake, honey!” she offered again, sticking the drink in front of the healer.

“What the hell are you doing?” Ichigo asked, pulling his girlfriend up in the air and away from the woman. “She's a minor! We're underage to drink!”

“Bah, you're no fun, Ichigo-kun! What's fun about following the rules?” Matsumoto demanded before taking a drink and giggling afterwards. “Listen, if you don't bend the rules, then it's not life! Life is to mess up, and then fix things so you can mess them up again! Stop being like an old man! Have some fun!”

“Listen here, you-” Ichigo was interrupted as hands took the cup from Rangiku and to his horror, it met with Orihime's lips before she gulped down the alcohol. “Hey! No drinking!” he told her before taking the cup away from her. “You've already drank enough, don't you think?”

“There's never enou-- Captain! You made it!” Matsumoto yelled, turning around to see the child prodigy walking through the door with a scowl on his face. “Captain! Over here!” she cried out, waving her hand in the air before running to his side, while he in return looked around the room for any kind of escape.

Inhaling deeply through the mouth, Ichigo glanced down at his girlfriend, wondering how much she had actually drunk. If she had been with Matsumoto, she was more than just intoxicated.

“Ichigo, buddy! You're here,” a voice broke through Ichigo's thoughts as a hand clamped down on his shoulder, making the shinigami turn to see Renji grinning madly at him.

“Buddy?” Ichigo repeated, his eyebrow raising. Was he the only person here that wasn't drunk?

“Hey, Inoue! You're here too,” Renji said, peering over Ichigo's shoulder to see his comrade. “You don't look so good. Need something to drink?”

“I think she's just fine,” Ichigo spat as he shoved Renji away from the drunk Orihime. “What the hell do you think you're doing... Giving alcohol to her?”

“What the hell went and bit your ass?” Renji demanded, a frown forming on his lips.

“Nothing,” Ichigo said. “Go play with your bunny.”

“Maybe you should go play with your bunny,” Renji suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. “Maybe it's time that you got laid-” he was interrupted as Ichigo yelled “RENJI!” and before the shinigami knew it, he was on the ground with Ichigo on top, strangling him.

“D-don't fight, guys!” Orihime cried out, trying to stop her boyfriend and his friend. “You're gonna upset the llamas!” she yelled as she grabbed Ichigo's sleeve trying to pull him off.

“The what?” Ichigo and Renji asked in confusion.

“What the hell are llamas?” Renji asked as Orihime pointed her index finger in the air, taking a deep breath before she could start her long explanation about the furry animals but Ichigo was too fast.

His hand covered her mouth quickly, silencing her words as he glared down at Renji. “Don't ask stupid questions,” Ichigo told him before getting up and focusing on Orihime.

“Inoue, why don't we-” he was interrupted again as something hard went underneath his crotch and a loud yell escaped Ichigo's mouth as he fell to his knees, his hands right on his member.

“Serves you right,” a familiar voice said and as Ichigo weakly looked up, murder was already the top number on his list.

“You bitch,” Ichigo said as he locked eyes with a pair of violet ones. “What the hell did you do that for?”

“I don't know,” Rukia admitted, grinning wickedly. “It just felt like the right thing to do at the moment.”

“Why you-” Ichigo was cut off as Rukia turned to Orihime, her smile softening.

“How do you like the party, Inoue?” Rukia asked, taking a drink of the cup that was in her hands.

“It's awesome, Kuchiki-san!” Orihime said, smiling beautifully.

“It sucks,” Ichigo said as Orihime gasped when Rukia gave him a dark look. “What the hell are you freaking celebrating?”

“Huh? Nothing, why?” Rukia asked, confusion stretching across her face. “I've nothing to celebrate.”

“What the hell?” Ichigo asked, his voice growing louder. “You have a party to friggin' celebrate something, you dumbass!”

“Who says?” Rukia yelled back, her free hand curling into a fist, ready to knock out her friend.

“Says... It just says so!” Ichigo yelled, his patience wearing thin. He was at a party for no particular reason, his girlfriend was beyond drunk, and his feet were killing him. “I've been at this thing for three hours for no reason?!”

“Stop being dramatic. You remind me of a girl,” Rukia told him, waving him off which made the string that Ichigo had for patience break.

“I”ll show you dramatic, you little piece of-” he was stopped in mid-sentence when a loud crash was heard and all four of the teenagers turned around to see a huge hole in the wall with a very large man in front of it.

“Ichigo,” the invader said, his grin widening as a sword leaned over his shoulder. “It's been a long time.”

Oh shit, Ichigo thought in horror as he realized who it was. The captain of the eleventh division and one of the most bloodthirsty fighters on the planet.

“Why the hell did you invite him?” Ichigo demanded, jerking his eyes towards Rukia. “Are you trying to kill me?!”

“Huh? We didn't invite him,” Renji said, scratching the back of his head, but the answer came a little too late as Ichigo screamed when Kenpachi charged towards him, sword already heading his way. A loud crash sounded through the shop as smoke engulfed the room.

As the smoke started to clear, Kenpachi was disappointed to see that Ichigo was no longer in the spot that he had been in, but a few feet away, running out of the room.

“Kurosaki!”
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Humming softly, Orihime laid across the ground, her feet kicking in the air as her finger drew invisible pictures on the carpet floor.

“Inoue, what are you doing?”

“Hm?” Orihime asked, looking up to see a large man hovering above her with dark hair hiding one of his eyes. He was built extremely well and was very big compared to her small form. “Ah, Sado-kun! I'm drawing.”

Looking around the room at the drunk shinigamis, Chad wondered how in the world Orihime got dragged in all of this. Rukia had told him of a party she was planning and when he asked what the reason was, she had told him that there was none. She had wanted to have a party just to have one.

“Where is Ichigo?” the Mexican asked and a bright smile appeared on Orihime's face. “Zaraki-kun came flying through a hole and ran after Kurosaki-kun! Hee hee...”

“Hee hee?” Chad questioned, raising an eyebrow. The way she was giggling, the way her cheeks were flushed... His friend was obviously wasted.

“What all have you had to drink, Inoue?” he asked and Orihime looked up at the ceiling in response before turning around and laying flat on her back.

Putting her fingers in the air, she counted. “Let's see... I had two bottles of this stuff with Rangiku-san and then this man with a large hat and flowered kimono offered me more! Then Kuchiki-san...” as she continued her story, Chad looked away from her, grateful that he had just gotten here and was not a part of this mess.
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Taking a sip of his sake, Byakuya Kuchiki stood silently by a wall, trying to tune out the loud noise that was around him. He had been invited to this event by his younger sister but to think such ridiculous people were also invited... It was a disgrace to stay here.

Looking down at his sake, he moved the cup around so that the liquid swirled within the cup. When he had first gotten here, it had been him and a few other captains such as Ukitake, Shunsui and Unohana. Then for some reason, the lieutenant of the tenth division had shown up... along with Shuuhei and Kira.

Now, the bloodthirsty killer known as Zaraki Kenpachi was chasing after the Kurosaki boy who was trying to escape.

This would be the reason as to why he did not associate himself with the lower class.
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Breathing heavily, Ichigo leaned against the wall, his eyes closed. He didn't know how long he had been running but he finally had gotten away.

Taking a deep breath, Ichigo opened his eyes, wondering what he could do next. That psychopath would find him again, and Ichigo needed to escape before that happened. Even after they had defeated Aizen and peace had reigned over both of their worlds, the shinigami was still after to fight him. What happened to an alliance? Comrades were not supposed to fight against each other!

Scratching the back of his head, he needed to get Orihime out and take her home, then he could head home himself. The next time someone ever invited him to a party, he would refuse. He would deny them and he would tell them that they could go screw themselves for even thinking about inviting him and Orihime.

Moving across the room, he opened the door to see that he was back in the room that he had ran out of. Looking at the other side of the room, he was horrified to see Orihime on the floor, her hands pulling up her shirt while his best friend was trying to keep it down, a crimson blush staining his dark cheeks.

Holy mother of... Ichigo thought as he quickly made it to them, calling out her name which made her stop from removing her attire to smile up at him.

“Hi, Kurosaki-kun!”

“Don't you 'hi' me, Inoue,” Ichigo scolded as he knelt down by her and grabbed the hem of her shirt before pulling it back down to where it belonged. “We're going home. Now.”

“But why-” she was interrupted as her face became incredibly pale and she covered her mouth quickly, her eyes widening.

“What's wrong? Inoue?” Ichigo asked in alarm but then she shook her head quickly, her hand pulling itself away from her mouth before she let out a sigh.

“My tummy tried to escape me,” she told him, and Ichigo knew that he needed to get her out before she took in any more alcohol.

“Chad... what are you doing here?” Ichigo asked as he moved his hands to where they were underneath the petite girl's arms and lifted her up from the ground.

“...I came to check it out. Rukia told me about it, a couple weeks ago and told me that I could come,” he confessed.

“You actually came to this?” Ichigo asked before shaking his head, more worried about the condition that his girlfriend was in. “Inoue had told me that it was some special event and begged me to come with her... So I did...” his voice trailed off arms wrapped around his waist, a face snuggling in the middle of his chest. “Either way, I'm going to take her home,” Ichigo told Chad as he looked up from Orihime.

Chad nodded in agreement as Ichigo wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders before helping her out of the house, knowing that a long night was ahead of him.
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“Hey, Kurosaki-kun?” her voice made Ichigo look down at her as they walked down the street towards her house, his arm still wrapped around her shoulders as one of hers was wrapped securely around his waist.

“What?” he asked as he stared down at her. Even if she was intoxicated, she was beautiful. The way her auburn hair fell down her shoulders gracefully and how some of her bangs escaped the set of hairpins that she wore, falling in her eyes.

“I want to have a party,” she said, looking up at him with her eyes shining in excitement.

“No.”

“Eh?” Orihime asked, blinking in confusion. “What do you mean, Kurosaki-kun?”

“I mean no,” he told her before looking up at the moon that was in the sky. “No more parties for you.”

“B-but-” she was interrupted as she felt her stomach lurch and in response, she buried her face into his chest.

“No buts,” he told her softly, worried about the way she was going to feel.

“Fine,” she agreed in defeat as she pulled her face away to look up at him. “Kurosaki-kun?”

[♥]“Yes?” Ichigo asked, wondering what her next question was going to be like. He was never going to let her drink again; especially with idiots like the people that he had been forced to socialize with for the last three hours, even if she was the correct age.

Orihime opened her mouth to reply but instead, she released her grip on Ichigo and started to run ahead of him.

“O-oi!” Ichigo yelled, reaching his hand out to stop her. “What the heck are you doing, Inoue?”

“Running!” she said, turning around to twirl. “It's fun!”

“It's fun she says...” he grumbled before following her. “You're going to get sick a lot faster if you...spin,” Ichigo told her.

“Wha-” she was interrupted as she tripped on her own footing when she started to run backwards and Ichigo's face dropped at the sight of her falling.

“Inoue, are you alright?” Ichigo asked, running towards her and squatting down to search her fragile body for any injuries. “Stop falling, dammit.” [/♥]

“Eh, I don't know why I fell. I got dizzy,” Orihime said, a smile still on her face. “I think the blue men tried tripping me!”

“No, your feet did and if you're dizzy, why are you walking?” Ichigo asked as he tried to help her up. “Do I need to carry you home?”

“N-no!” she said, a bit loudly and it made silence stretch over them. “I-I mean... I'm fine, Kurosaki-kun.”

“Why are you still calling me Kurosaki-kun?” Ichigo whispered.

“Hm? Oh... I don't...know,” Orihime said, nibbling down on her lower lip. “You still call me-” she was interrupted as Ichigo cupped her face with his hands, pulling her face upwards.

“Stop that,” he told her softly as his thumb ran along her lower lip that she had been biting down against. “Stop biting on your lip.”

“K-Kurosaki-kun-” she whispered, the blush staining her cheeks growing more crimson.

“Ichigo,” he breathed as his fingers traveled upwards and tangled themselves in her silk tresses. “Call me Ichigo... Orihime,” he ordered before claiming her lips with his.

The way her lips felt against his... He would never be able to describe it. It was something that he always enjoyed doing. Her lips were soft like silk and warm like the sun. The way her hair felt against his fingers made him want to deepen the kiss more. He wanted more. He always wanted more.

As he felt her kiss him back, he pulled away, grinning as she started to whine.

“Let's get you home, Orihime,” he told her as he placed a hand on her back and she squeaked out in surprise when his other arm went underneath her knees, lifting her up in the air and in his arms.

“K-Kuro...” his name faded as he gave her a stern look and she immediately corrected herself. “Ichigo.”
—

Resuming his walk to her house, he felt Orihime lean her head against his chest, her fingers traveling across the front of his shirt, making the resistance that he had start to wither away.

He didn't know how it had started but the first thing that came to mind was her lips on his neck. Then her fingers had somehow made it through the gaps between his buttons on the shirt that he was wearing and he had leaned down, placing his lips on hers. He couldn't remember much after that.

Kicking her door closed, Ichigo kept his lips on hers as his arms snaked their way around her waist, his hands quickly pulling her shirt up so he could feel the warm skin underneath. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers in his hair as he walked her backwards to wherever his feet led them to.

He chuckled against her lips as she lost her balance and his hands quickly pulled her against him, securing her fall.

“Ichigo,” Orihime murmured against his lips as she pulled on his hair. “Ichigo,” she repeated as she kissed him back, her tongue moving against his, sending shocks of pleasure running up his spine.

Moving across the room, her hands traveled down his shirt, unbuttoning the material as her lips moved along his in a passionate kiss. Finally, after what seemed like a long time, she had finished and his shirt slipped off of his broad shoulders, down his arms and fell to the floor.

Pulling his mouth away from hers, Ichigo pulled her shirt up over her head before throwing it down to the floor where his top clothing was.

Claiming her lips once again, his hands rubbed across the soft skin of her waist up to where the fabric of her bra was. Sticking his fingers under the material, Ichigo heard a moan escape her.

“Ichi-” she was interrupted as his hands traveled down to her bottom, cupping it roughly before pulling her up in the air, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

He didn't know how he did it. Perhaps his body knew exactly where her bed was or his sense of direction had just gotten better but before Ichigo knew it, he had tripped on something and had fallen straight onto her bed.

There was a giggle as Orihime fell on top of him, her ample chest bouncing against his bare one as their make out session grew deeper.

“What are you giggling about?” he asked, pulling away from her but she shook her head in response before pressing her lips against his.

As her hands glided down his chest and to his jeans, realization hit Ichigo. They had never gotten this far before and he didn't know what the hell to do at this point. She was obviously drunk and he had never thought that their first time would be like this. He knew that she wanted to wait until marriage but at the rate of where they were going, she wasn't going to be pure much longer.

“Hime,” Ichigo croaked as she found the button of his jeans and quickly she undid it, zipping the zipper down. “Orihime,” he said a bit louder and it made her look up at him, her eyes wide with confusion.

“What's wrong, Ichigo?” she whispered as her hands rubbed up his arms, sending every thought that he had been thinking out of his head.

Ichigo cupped her face gently, his lips touching hers once more as their legs tangled with each other. Just feeling her against him made everything perfect. He knew that she was the woman he loved... the woman that he wanted to be with forever.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ichigo asked, pulling away from her as his eyes searched hers.

“Mm-hmm,” she agreed as she pressed her lips against his shoulder before pushing him back against the bed, crawling up over him. “Hee hee,” she giggled as she stared down at him.

“Hee hee-” Ichigo was interrupted as she kissed him again deeply and he closed his eyes, his arms wrapping around her naked waist, pulling her closer.

Orihime, Ichigo thought but his thoughts broke as he realized that the girl was no longer kissing him back.

Opening his eyes slightly, his eyes widened in shock to see that her eyes were closed and she was slowly moving away from his lips, her face falling into his shoulder.

“Hime?” he asked as he glanced down at her with concern but instead of hearing a response from her, a light snore came from her mouth, making him groan inwardly. “She's asleep...” he said, realizing that the alcohol had finally taken over. “She's freaking asleep,” he complained before sighing loudly.

Moving her, he laid her sleeping form on the pillow before wrapping an arm around her so he could bury his face into her hair. It smelt of strawberries and that made him smile in amusement.

“I love you,” he whispered as he kissed her hair before letting sleep overpower him and as it did, words echoed through his head.

“I wish I could have five lives. Then I could have been born in five different towns, and eaten five lifetime’s worth of food, and had five different careers, and… fallen in love with the same person, five times.”

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Клубничный пирог

[IchiHime FC]

Название: Strawberry Tart
Автор: harukami
Саммари: что ждет Ичиго, если он не удовлетворит свою подругу. часть третья, заключительная


Ичиго неуверенным шагом подходил к квартире Орихиме. Они с папой боролись в течении нескольких часов, когда последний узнал, что Ичиго был в госпитале вместо того, чтобы вернуться домой в клинику. Но как он мог признаться отцу, что он свалился с крыши, потому что не удовлетворил свою подругу?

Если ему повезет, он мог бы исправить ситуацию на сей раз.

Лицо Орихиме прояснилось, когда она открыла дверь и поняла, кто пришел. -- Ах! Ичиго!

-- Орихиме. -- Он ссутулился, пихая руки в карманы. -- Могу я войти?

-- Конечно. -- Она распахнула дверь. -- Я слышала, что ты поскользнулся и упал с крыши! Все в порядке?

"Это то, что сказала ей Тацуки?" -- Да. Я в порядке.

-- Отлично! -- Она сжала его руки в своих. -- Я так рада!

Он вспыхнул, смотря на их сплетенные руки. -- Орихиме, мм... Я задавался вопросом, могли мы, возможно....

-- Возможно?

-- Возможно попробовать это еще раз. -- Он кашлянул, отводя взгляд. -- Я знаю, что тебе не было достаточно хорошо в последний раз, поэтому...

Орихиме подскочила. -- О! Это было бы замечательно! Подожди, я только пойду подготовлюсь!

Все оказалось, он понял слегка ошеломленно, когда она умчалась в спальню и закрыла дверь, оказалось легче, чем я думал.

-- Мне пришла в голову эта идея.. -- Раздалось из-за двери приглушенно. -- Я подумала это поможет ТЕБЕ привыкнуть к более продолжительному сексу и научит выдержке, не волнуясь о... ага, вот оно! Хорошо, закрой глаза, я хочу, чтобы это был сюрприз!

Интересно, что это могло быть - дамское белье, возможно? Он закрыл глаза и стал ждать. У него участилось дыхание, когда дверь открылась.

-- Та-да! -- Она сказала бодро -- Ты можешь открыть глаза!

Ичиго открыл глаза, и медленно скользнул взглядом вдоль её тела. Её волосы были расчесаны до блеска и вились вокруг голых плеч. Её груди были обнажены, торча задорно напряженными от холодного воздуха сосками. Затем её тонкая талия, и далее, в области паха, он увидел длинный, твердый старпон.

Слабо поблескивающий.

Прежде, чем он смог найти подходящие слова, она лучезарно улыбнулась ему.

-- А теперь, Ичиго! -- Сказала она с энтузиазмом. -- Нагнись!

@темы: фанфики и зарисовки

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Akuni

[IchiHime FC]

The Freedom of Tradition
Жанр: юмор, романс
Характеры: Ичиго/Орихиме, подразумеваемый Ренджи/Рукия
Саммари: Sometimes conforming to tradition can be liberating.


Things Seen and Unseen
Жанр: юмор, романс
Саммари: Ichigo's classmates help open his eyes.

@темы: фанфики и зарисовки

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Kumagoro Usagi

[IchiHime FC]

Название: The Strawberry and the Princess
Язык: английский
Жанр: юмор, романс
Саммари: 4 драббла. Последний (№33) про белку и грецкий орех =D


Название: Wake Up Methods
Рейтинг: pg
Язык: английский
Саммари: напомнило об одном стихе.. ! Лохматое утро

Утро ленивое, соня,
Пихается в бок локтем.
Зевая, смешно стонет.
Мне нос царапает ногтем.

На край отползает вяло,
Бормочет чего-то хрипло.
Ворует моё одеяло,
В подушку щекой влипнув.

А я поступлю мудро,
Пойду почищу картошку.
Пускай лохматое утро
Подрыхнет ещё немножко.

@темы: фанфики и зарисовки

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Kay Willow

[IchiHime FC]

Late Night Encounters
Рейтинг: PG
Характеры: Ичиго/Орихиме, + Широ
Саммаи: Ичиго не может победить своих внутренних демонов мечом; Орихиме это замечает


Late Night Fears
Характеры: Ичиго/Орихиме, Широхиме, предположение о Ичиго/Рукии
Рейтинг: PG-13
Саммари: продолжение


Cakes All Around
Характеры: Ичиго\Орихиме, Тацки
Саммари: Очевидно Орихиме никогда не говорили, что свидания предназначены только для двух человек


As Simple As Fried Rice
Характеры: Ичиго/Орихиме; Рукия, Ренджи, Тацки
Notes: Vague future-fic, bantering abounds with Ichigo and his retarded friends. It's canon that Rukia picks out Renji's "normal" clothes. Hilarious canon.
If you really care about someone, you do things to cover up for their weaknesses. Like learn to cook.


«Shade at the Beach»
Рейтинг: PG

@темы: фанфики и зарисовки