[fic] Snow
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shannys_cornerTitle: Snow
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kiyala
Word Count: 1725
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: PG
Warnings: gay dorks
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: This was written to a prompt given to me byakuni :D I don't really feel like I've done the prompt justice, so I may return to it someday... but I'm rather pleased with this, for something written in a couple of hours.
The snow fell unexpectedly heavily this year. The view from the window was a blur of white, not helped by the fact that it had been mostly frosted over. It provided a faint reflection of what was inside the cabin, and a faint pair of blue eyes gave an unimpressed glare to their owner, who stood with his hands in the pockets of his thick jacket. He’d discarded his scarf, which lay neatly folded atop the bag he had brought with him, as the heater was coaxed into working and slowly warmed the building to a slightly more inhabitable temperature.
He detected movement in his periphery and without turning, addressed his company. “You do realise this is your fault entirely.”
The redhead standing beside him scoffed. “Could’ve said no if you wanted.”
“No, I couldn’t,” he replied testily. “If you gave your imbecilic brain the slightest bit of exercise, you would remember that I tried to say no. From the moment you asked me to join you and your idiot friends right up until the moment you forcibly dragged me into the car.”
This earned a low whistle. “Gee, Ishida. I just wanted to spend some time with you and I didn’t want to leave you behind. Sorry, if it offends you that I care. You don’t need to get so pissy about it.”
Ishida frowned, still glaring out into the white he could see from the window. He stared until he imagined shapes in it, reminding him of how bored he felt. He moved to the bunk he was to sleep in for the rest of the week, opening his bag and taking out his book. Number one of the five books he had packed with him, anticipating awkward situations he would need to somehow remove himself from. He now wished he had brought ten instead.
The next couple of hours passed in a blissful haze of the plot of the book and very little to do with what was happening around him. He was sure there were conversations being held around him, but he didn’t pay attention and they gradually become nothing more than background noise.
He was brought back to reality with a jolt, in the form of a rough nudge to the shoulder.
“Kurosaki, does the word ‘gentle’ exist in your vocabulary?”
“Dunno. Does ‘nice’ exist in yours?” Ichigo shot back, turning away without giving Ishida any opportunity for a retort. “The snow’s settled down a bit so we’re going out to explore. Come on.”
“No thank you. I would rather remain here and read.”
Grabbing one of Ishida’s wrists, Ichigo pulled. “Wasn’t a question. Let’s go.”
Stumbling to his feet, Ishida seethed as Ichigo draped his scarf over him, made sure his beanie was sitting properly on his head and dragged him by a gloved hand to the door.
“I’m not a child, Kurosaki,” he snapped, pulling free of Ichigo’s grip. “And don’t act so familiar with me.”
Ichigo let go without argument, knowing that refusing to do so would lead to a bigger fight than they had the time for. The others were waiting for them outside, jackets and scarves wrapped tightly around them against the cold wind. The snow crunched under their boots as they followed Chad to… Ishida hadn’t been paying enough attention to know. It became apparent enough, when they ended up at a ski rental shed, not more than ten minutes from where they were staying. He shot Ichigo a despairing look, and was ignored.
“Grab your pair of skis,” Ichigo muttered as they lined up behind Orihime and Tatsuki, who both looked excited.
“I refuse to go skiing.” Ishida replied, shaking his head at the person who offered to help. He could tell that Keigo was rolling his eyes from behind him.
“Ignore him,” Ichigo said, pointing at a pair of skis. “He’ll use those.”
“But his measurements…” the assistant began.
“They’ll be fine,” Ichigo cut him off. Shoving them towards Ishida, he glowered. “Shut up and cooperate, got it?”
Ishida scowled, but Ichigo was already walking away. When they all had their ski gear, they huddled under the bus shelter for the quarter-hourly service that took them to the ski slopes.
“Are you coming, Ishida?” Chad asked as they disembarked from the bus with their ski gear in tow. Chad, along with Ichigo, had chosen to use a snowboard instead and held it comfortably under his arm clearly showing that he was familiar with the snow.
Ishida, on the other hand, was not. He gripped his ski equipment tightly and frowned. Outside of whatever was required of him during battle, he was not fond of physical exertion. Had Ichigo asked, he would have been answered with a flat out no, which would then of course be ignored as he was dragged up to the highest slope regardless of how much he protested. To Chad, he shrugged. “I’ll try it once.”
That first attempt was over far too quickly. After learning the basics of skiing, he followed the others to the intermediate slope. He made it almost the entire way before a particularly persistent wind managed to affect his balance and send him tumbling down the several metres he had left. Ichigo glided in beside him, offering a hand up that Ishida ignored as he got to his feet amid poorly concealed laughter from Keigo and Tatsuki. Ichigo glared to silence them, but Ishida had already had enough. Nobody argued when he refused to join them a second time, saying he would stay at the bottom.
The third time up, Ichigo stopped at the top of the highest slope, lifting the goggles from his face to watch a bus depart from the same stop where they had arrived. He didn’t need any kind of sixth sense or even a sharp enough vision to see the passengers of the bus to know that Ishida was leaving. He glanced at Chad, who had seemed to notice the same thing, and sighed heavily.
“I’ll sort it out.”
It was much better in the cabin, without all the ridiculous skiing gear and slippery slopes. Ishida fumed to himself as he sat huddled on the couch in the middle of the room, in front of the fake fireplace, with a thick blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He had turned on the heater as soon as he returned, but it was slow to heat and he was shivering too hard to concentrate on the pages of his book.
The sound of a key in the lock told him that he was no longer alone. He didn’t look up when Ichigo entered, slipping his own copy of the room key into his pocket. He stood at the door, frowning at the back of Ishida’s head for a long moment before speaking.
“What’s your problem, Ishida?”
Ishida laughed, which turned into a shiver halfway. He drew the blanket closer around him and narrowed his eyes. “My problem, Kurosaki? If either of us have a problem, it would be you, with your irritating habit of having to involve people in every little thing you do.”
Ichigo twitched a little, the words stirring up old wounds. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he crossed the room and sat down beside Ishida. “Look, I thought that when we decided on this whole… more-than-friends thing, we decided to admit that we actually care about each other?”
“Caring about someone does not equate to forcing them to partake in a group trip they do not feel comfortable with,” Ishida replied evenly, though Ichigo still heard the underlying frustration. “I will consider Sado and Orihime as friends, but that is all, Kurosaki. I am not fond of the snow. I am not fond of people I do not know and I am not fond of having you decide things for me.”
With a sullen look, Ichigo rested his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. “I just wanted you near me. Didn’t want to miss you.”
A flicker of a smile crossed Ishida’s face. “And what makes you think distance would be an issue, when both of us have the ability to travel said distances in a matter of seconds?”
“I didn’t think of that.”
“Of course you didn’t.” And this time, Ishida was really smiling. The room had warmed to a comfortable temperature and he loosened his grip on the blanket around him.
Ichigo rose to his feet, crossing over to the small kitchenette. “Tea? Might help warm us up.”
“Please.” Ishida rested his head against the back of the couch and thought for a moment. “Where are the others?”
“Still on the slopes I think,” Ichigo replied, setting the water to boil as he found cups and tea bags in the cupboards. “We should be alone for a while.”
Ishida didn’t need to reply for Ichigo to know that he approved of that idea. He finished making the tea and poured it into two cups, carrying it back to the couch. Ishida unfolded his blanket so it was big enough to wrap around the two of them.
“You’re improving,” Ishida murmured as he sipped his tea. Ichigo snuggled closer, linking their arms together and pulling the blanket tighter around them. They smiled at each other, noses bumping before their lips met for a kiss. It was brief, but it was enough. Ichigo gave Ishida another peck on the lips before he pulled away.
“Sorry for forcing you to come out here with us.”
“I don’t mind, when it means I can spend more time with you. You aren’t the only one who would have felt lonely, you know.”
Ichigo chuckled, resting his head against Ishida’s. “Dork.”
“Of course. Like you can talk.” Ishida shut his eyes with a smile as Ichigo nuzzled against him.
“So are you going to come with us out to the slopes tomorrow?”
“Most definitely not.”
Ichigo groaned. “Then you’re going to be stuck with me in the cabin all week. I’ll have to keep you company.”
“Mm, what a pity,” Ishida murmured, clearly thinking anything but.
“Yeah.” Ichigo raised an eyebrow and grinned a little. “Being stuck alone with you in a cold cabin all day, every day for the rest of the week? Who knows what we’ll end up doing.”
Smirking, Ishida kissed Ichigo. “Indeed. Who knows.”
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Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 1725
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: PG
Warnings: gay dorks
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: This was written to a prompt given to me by
akuni :D I don't really feel like I've done the prompt justice, so I may return to it someday... but I'm rather pleased with this, for something written in a couple of hours.The snow fell unexpectedly heavily this year. The view from the window was a blur of white, not helped by the fact that it had been mostly frosted over. It provided a faint reflection of what was inside the cabin, and a faint pair of blue eyes gave an unimpressed glare to their owner, who stood with his hands in the pockets of his thick jacket. He’d discarded his scarf, which lay neatly folded atop the bag he had brought with him, as the heater was coaxed into working and slowly warmed the building to a slightly more inhabitable temperature.
He detected movement in his periphery and without turning, addressed his company. “You do realise this is your fault entirely.”
The redhead standing beside him scoffed. “Could’ve said no if you wanted.”
“No, I couldn’t,” he replied testily. “If you gave your imbecilic brain the slightest bit of exercise, you would remember that I tried to say no. From the moment you asked me to join you and your idiot friends right up until the moment you forcibly dragged me into the car.”
This earned a low whistle. “Gee, Ishida. I just wanted to spend some time with you and I didn’t want to leave you behind. Sorry, if it offends you that I care. You don’t need to get so pissy about it.”
Ishida frowned, still glaring out into the white he could see from the window. He stared until he imagined shapes in it, reminding him of how bored he felt. He moved to the bunk he was to sleep in for the rest of the week, opening his bag and taking out his book. Number one of the five books he had packed with him, anticipating awkward situations he would need to somehow remove himself from. He now wished he had brought ten instead.
The next couple of hours passed in a blissful haze of the plot of the book and very little to do with what was happening around him. He was sure there were conversations being held around him, but he didn’t pay attention and they gradually become nothing more than background noise.
He was brought back to reality with a jolt, in the form of a rough nudge to the shoulder.
“Kurosaki, does the word ‘gentle’ exist in your vocabulary?”
“Dunno. Does ‘nice’ exist in yours?” Ichigo shot back, turning away without giving Ishida any opportunity for a retort. “The snow’s settled down a bit so we’re going out to explore. Come on.”
“No thank you. I would rather remain here and read.”
Grabbing one of Ishida’s wrists, Ichigo pulled. “Wasn’t a question. Let’s go.”
Stumbling to his feet, Ishida seethed as Ichigo draped his scarf over him, made sure his beanie was sitting properly on his head and dragged him by a gloved hand to the door.
“I’m not a child, Kurosaki,” he snapped, pulling free of Ichigo’s grip. “And don’t act so familiar with me.”
Ichigo let go without argument, knowing that refusing to do so would lead to a bigger fight than they had the time for. The others were waiting for them outside, jackets and scarves wrapped tightly around them against the cold wind. The snow crunched under their boots as they followed Chad to… Ishida hadn’t been paying enough attention to know. It became apparent enough, when they ended up at a ski rental shed, not more than ten minutes from where they were staying. He shot Ichigo a despairing look, and was ignored.
“Grab your pair of skis,” Ichigo muttered as they lined up behind Orihime and Tatsuki, who both looked excited.
“I refuse to go skiing.” Ishida replied, shaking his head at the person who offered to help. He could tell that Keigo was rolling his eyes from behind him.
“Ignore him,” Ichigo said, pointing at a pair of skis. “He’ll use those.”
“But his measurements…” the assistant began.
“They’ll be fine,” Ichigo cut him off. Shoving them towards Ishida, he glowered. “Shut up and cooperate, got it?”
Ishida scowled, but Ichigo was already walking away. When they all had their ski gear, they huddled under the bus shelter for the quarter-hourly service that took them to the ski slopes.
“Are you coming, Ishida?” Chad asked as they disembarked from the bus with their ski gear in tow. Chad, along with Ichigo, had chosen to use a snowboard instead and held it comfortably under his arm clearly showing that he was familiar with the snow.
Ishida, on the other hand, was not. He gripped his ski equipment tightly and frowned. Outside of whatever was required of him during battle, he was not fond of physical exertion. Had Ichigo asked, he would have been answered with a flat out no, which would then of course be ignored as he was dragged up to the highest slope regardless of how much he protested. To Chad, he shrugged. “I’ll try it once.”
That first attempt was over far too quickly. After learning the basics of skiing, he followed the others to the intermediate slope. He made it almost the entire way before a particularly persistent wind managed to affect his balance and send him tumbling down the several metres he had left. Ichigo glided in beside him, offering a hand up that Ishida ignored as he got to his feet amid poorly concealed laughter from Keigo and Tatsuki. Ichigo glared to silence them, but Ishida had already had enough. Nobody argued when he refused to join them a second time, saying he would stay at the bottom.
The third time up, Ichigo stopped at the top of the highest slope, lifting the goggles from his face to watch a bus depart from the same stop where they had arrived. He didn’t need any kind of sixth sense or even a sharp enough vision to see the passengers of the bus to know that Ishida was leaving. He glanced at Chad, who had seemed to notice the same thing, and sighed heavily.
“I’ll sort it out.”
It was much better in the cabin, without all the ridiculous skiing gear and slippery slopes. Ishida fumed to himself as he sat huddled on the couch in the middle of the room, in front of the fake fireplace, with a thick blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He had turned on the heater as soon as he returned, but it was slow to heat and he was shivering too hard to concentrate on the pages of his book.
The sound of a key in the lock told him that he was no longer alone. He didn’t look up when Ichigo entered, slipping his own copy of the room key into his pocket. He stood at the door, frowning at the back of Ishida’s head for a long moment before speaking.
“What’s your problem, Ishida?”
Ishida laughed, which turned into a shiver halfway. He drew the blanket closer around him and narrowed his eyes. “My problem, Kurosaki? If either of us have a problem, it would be you, with your irritating habit of having to involve people in every little thing you do.”
Ichigo twitched a little, the words stirring up old wounds. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he crossed the room and sat down beside Ishida. “Look, I thought that when we decided on this whole… more-than-friends thing, we decided to admit that we actually care about each other?”
“Caring about someone does not equate to forcing them to partake in a group trip they do not feel comfortable with,” Ishida replied evenly, though Ichigo still heard the underlying frustration. “I will consider Sado and Orihime as friends, but that is all, Kurosaki. I am not fond of the snow. I am not fond of people I do not know and I am not fond of having you decide things for me.”
With a sullen look, Ichigo rested his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. “I just wanted you near me. Didn’t want to miss you.”
A flicker of a smile crossed Ishida’s face. “And what makes you think distance would be an issue, when both of us have the ability to travel said distances in a matter of seconds?”
“I didn’t think of that.”
“Of course you didn’t.” And this time, Ishida was really smiling. The room had warmed to a comfortable temperature and he loosened his grip on the blanket around him.
Ichigo rose to his feet, crossing over to the small kitchenette. “Tea? Might help warm us up.”
“Please.” Ishida rested his head against the back of the couch and thought for a moment. “Where are the others?”
“Still on the slopes I think,” Ichigo replied, setting the water to boil as he found cups and tea bags in the cupboards. “We should be alone for a while.”
Ishida didn’t need to reply for Ichigo to know that he approved of that idea. He finished making the tea and poured it into two cups, carrying it back to the couch. Ishida unfolded his blanket so it was big enough to wrap around the two of them.
“You’re improving,” Ishida murmured as he sipped his tea. Ichigo snuggled closer, linking their arms together and pulling the blanket tighter around them. They smiled at each other, noses bumping before their lips met for a kiss. It was brief, but it was enough. Ichigo gave Ishida another peck on the lips before he pulled away.
“Sorry for forcing you to come out here with us.”
“I don’t mind, when it means I can spend more time with you. You aren’t the only one who would have felt lonely, you know.”
Ichigo chuckled, resting his head against Ishida’s. “Dork.”
“Of course. Like you can talk.” Ishida shut his eyes with a smile as Ichigo nuzzled against him.
“So are you going to come with us out to the slopes tomorrow?”
“Most definitely not.”
Ichigo groaned. “Then you’re going to be stuck with me in the cabin all week. I’ll have to keep you company.”
“Mm, what a pity,” Ishida murmured, clearly thinking anything but.
“Yeah.” Ichigo raised an eyebrow and grinned a little. “Being stuck alone with you in a cold cabin all day, every day for the rest of the week? Who knows what we’ll end up doing.”
Smirking, Ishida kissed Ichigo. “Indeed. Who knows.”
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Date: 2009-04-14 06:20 pm (UTC)I think you did a fine job with the prompt! But if you ever do return to take another stab at it, please let me know, 'cause I do like a bit of fluff now and then. ^_^
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Date: 2009-04-15 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-14 07:12 pm (UTC)Uryuu getting pushed around by Ichigo and letting himself be pushed is just goooooood ♥3♥
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Date: 2009-04-14 07:46 pm (UTC)These two, especially when written by you, are very good for the soul. Especially when one has spent far too much time getting angry at Ichigo's stupid face and hair. And I thought Uryuu was giving me trouble! Stupid strawberry...
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Date: 2009-04-15 03:02 pm (UTC)Bahh sorry to hear Ichigo's been giving you a hard time Dx But I bet it'll be amazing and all worth it in the end *O*
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Date: 2009-04-14 08:51 pm (UTC)At first, I thought they're just average friends-opponents, so it was even sweeter to find out they're actually "more-than-friends". And the dialogue at the end was SO IC and all :)
*gives a lot of cookies!*
sorry for my English, I'm really tired.
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Date: 2009-04-15 03:02 pm (UTC)And your English was just fine :)
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Date: 2009-04-15 01:23 am (UTC)I can't ever get enough of dork love :)
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Date: 2009-04-15 08:34 am (UTC)the cuddling in the end is *love*
ivy
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Date: 2009-04-15 03:04 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2009-04-15 10:06 am (UTC)To be honest, I can't really see these two cuddling and all smiley hearts of luff, etc, but you pretty much had me convinced. =D
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Date: 2009-04-15 03:07 pm (UTC)Hehe yeah, having them all smiley and fluffy does require a bit of a stretch for the imagination but it's a fun thing to picture all the same xD
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Date: 2009-04-15 04:00 pm (UTC)Your writing makes me love them even more. XD
Hehehe, i usually just lurk your fics but i tot i shud pay homage. :DDD
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