A Bleach Beach Trip Chapter 5
Author's Note: Le Gasp! An update. Guess it's been awhile hasn't it? Notices the Lynch mob standing outside his house. Aheheheh… Sorry.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, dangit.
A Bleach Beach Trip Chapter 5
For Ichigo it was a new day, in more ways than one. Since yesterday he had decided that he wasn't going to let anything keep him from enjoying his vacation. He especially wasn't going to let anyone realize just how shy he could be. That would be the biggest blow to his image since the whole shinigami mess began, and it had been taking very many blows recently. He even found himself smiling every once in a while. What was up with that? His resolve didn't even falter when he saw the new bikinis Tatsuki and Mahana were wearing. Then Orihime took off the T-shirt she was wearing over her swimsuit and he knew he was a lost cause.
He knew he was staring, but the part of his brain that was supposed to care was too busy celebrating along with the perverted part of his brain. He happened to glance to his side and noticed Keigo staring at Orihime with a bugeyed, slackjawed expression that Ichigo hoped didn't mirror his own. He smacked Keigo in the back of the head with less spirit than usual, and muttered, "Quit staring." He then decided to go for a swim.
Everyone decided to play volley ball again. During the entire game Ichigo dropped the ball more than once because he was paying attention to Orihime more than he was to the actual game. Then the fateful moment, both Ichigo and Orihime were at the net, right in front of each other. Orihime was looking everywhere except for at Ichigo. Ichigo tried to focus on the game, rather than be caught staring at Orihime by any of the others, or worse by Orihime herself. The ball moved in slow motion, Tatsuki set Orihime up for a spike, and Orihime jumped to spike the ball. Ichigo jumped to intercept the ball, but because he jumped slightly after Orihime he found his face level with her chest. His eyes were automatically drawn, and he forgot how to breathe.
When he opened his eyes Ichigo found himself laying flat on the sand, the rest of his friends gathered around him. He sat up and rubbed his aching face. "What happened?"
Orihime looked like she was about to panic. "Sorry, Kurosaki-kun, I accidentally spiked you in the face. I'm really, really, really sorry." Her arms started waving for emphasis.
"Ah, don't worry about it Inoue."
"Yeah," Tatsuki added. "It's his own fault for not paying attention. What were you thinking anyway?"
"I…had the sun in my eyes." Ichigo muttered, averting his eyes from Tatsuki's all too knowing grin.
"Are you sure that's what was in your eyes, Kurosaki?" Everyone stared at Ishida in disbelief. "What?"
"Yeah Ichigo," Tatsuki grinned. "I think you had your eyes on the wrong ball."
"Shut up," Ichigo muttered, and tried to stand up. He grimaced when a sharp pain shot through his ankle. The pain wasn't very severe, but he hadn't noticed it before and hadn't been expecting it.
Since his expression from the pain didn't look all that different from his normal expression, nobody else noticed the slight difference, except for Orihime, whose feminine instinct left somewhat to be desired at times, but her 'Kurosaki-kun' instinct was second to none.
"Kurosaki-kun, is your leg alright?" She asked him, and everyone else noticed how he wasn't putting any pressure on his right leg.
"I'm fine," he lied. "Don't worry about it."
But as he started walking, he was betrayed by a slight limp.
"You should probably lay down and take the weight off that foot. It looks like you might have sprained your ankle when you landed." Uryu regarded Ichigo's foot with a clinical expression.
"I'm fine," Ichigo protested. "Now do we still want to play or what?"
Tatsuki's grin had faded slightly, but she tried not to let her face betray any emotion. She shook her head, an ironic grin on her face at Ichigo's stubbornness.
"You should listen to him Ichigo," she suggested. "His dad is a doctor so he probably knows what he's talking about."
"So is my dad, and I'm telling you I'm fine."
Everyone's attention switched to Orihime, whose voice was very small and quiet. When she looked up Ichigo flinched at the unshed tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Kurosaki-kun. It's my fault that you got hurt. If I hadn't hit you in the face…"
"Ah, no…It's alright Inoue, it really doesn't hurt…"
Orihime just shook her head and tried to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"At least let us take you back where Inoue-san can heal your ankle without anyone else noticing." Uryu whispered to Ichigo.
Ichigo nodded, not wanting to be the cause of further tears from his normally cheerful friend. Chad helped Uryu support Ichigo back towards the cabin.
"Inoue-san, could you come help us please?" Uryu asked Orihime. The bright haired girl looked up, and nodded, following after the three boys.
Tatsuki watched as Ichigo, supported by Chad and Ishida, left for the house, followed by Orihime. She sighed. That didn't quite go as she'd hoped. Oh well.
"You know, I feel kind of bad now," Mahana said.
"Yeah," Tatsuki agreed. Then she grinned. "He'll be fine though, he's tougher than that." Her grin switched to a smirk. "Did you see? He was totally staring."
Mahan mirrored Tatsuki's grin. "How couldn't he? They were right in his face."
"Poor Orihime, she probably doesn't even realize what happened."
Keigo and Mizuiro, who the girls had apparently forgotten about, stood looking at the girls confused. "Do you have any idea what they are talking about?" Keigo asked his shorter friend.
Mizuiro shrugged. "I have no idea."
Keigo was about to ask the girls what they were talking about, when he noticed something further down the beach. "Hey, isn't that…?"
They got back to the cabin and helped Ichigo lie down on his bed. Orihime immediately called her shun shun rikka and shortly later Ichigo's ankle was healed.
"Thank you Inoue," Ichigo said, getting out of the bed.
"It might be better if you stay here actually," Uryu suggested. "It would be strange if you were to be instantly healed so soon. Better wait here until the evening, then you can tell everyone that it wasn't as bad as we thought."
"Whatever," Ichigo said, lying back down on the bed. He closed his eyes and started to take a nap.
The other three left the room and went out to the living room. Uryu and Chad went to the door, Uryu pausing with the door open.
"Are you coming, Inoue-san?"
"Iie, I'll stay here."
Uryu shrugged and left, shutting the door.
When the other two boys had left Orihime suddenly realized that she was all alone in the cabin with Ichigo. She started to panic, not knowing what to do, when she remembered that he was taking a nap. She looked into the boys room, to find him sleeping deeply. She felt her face heat up as she watched him sleeping, half naked. Remembering what she was wearing she ran back into the girls room to put on a t-shirt.
I knew wearing this was a bad idea.
Ichigo woke up much later in the day. When he looked at the clock he realized that he'd been asleep for several hours. He sat up, trying to stretch the grogginess out of his body. He hadn't slept very well the last night, because he kept waking up from very bizarre dreams. They usually featured him and one or several girls in various revealing swimsuits. More often than not it was girls he knew from school, and more often that it was Inoue. It disturbed him to be thinking of a close friend like that, even one as beautiful as Inoue.
Ichigo froze. He shook his head, trying to clear his head. It wasn't right, he shouldn't be thinking of friends like that. Obviously Inoue was a beautiful person, in more ways than one, but it wasn't right for him to be thinking of her the way she was appearing in his dreams.
It had been very quiet since Aizen's defeat. Even regular Hollows were a rare occurrence, their numbers having been drastically reduced in the fighting. Since then Ichigo had gotten back into his regular routine that he'd had before Rukia had shown up in his life. The problem was that he was having trouble adjusting to a life where fighting wasn't a normal occurrence. He found that without having to worry about life or death situations, his mind was starting to different things. Normal things, like school, friends, and girls. In other words, his teenage hormones were starting to make their stand after having been ignored for so long. Ichigo didn't like it. He had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do with his hormones rebelling against him. He'd rather fight Ulquiorra again.
Realizing that he was hungry Ichigo decided to get something to drink from the kitchen. When he got to the kitchen he saw Orihime working on some kind of snack. Using the word lightly of course. He noticed that she had put on a shirt over her bikini and sighed in relief. It wasn't that he didn't like seeing her in a bikini, the problem was that he found himself liking it too much.
Orihime heard his sigh and turned around to face him.
"Ah, Kurosaki-kun, you shouldn't be walking around yet."
"Don't worry, I'm not actually hurt, remember?" Ichigo said, smiling at Orihime. "What are you making?"
Orihime smiled at him, and picked up the plate she had been working on.
"I was making you a snack."
Ichigo felt his face pale, even though what was on the plate looked relatively normal. Now he just had to figure out what exactly it was.
"But for some reason I can't find the octopus, or the chocolate sauce."
Ichigo tried to hide a smirk. He knew hiding those had been a good idea.
"But I was able to make you rice and red bean paste cakes."
Oh well, he'd live with the small victories he could get.
Accepting the plate from Orihime, Ichigo sat down on the couch. It wasn't that bad, but it wasn't normal either. Still, it was a taste he could live with.
He noticed that Orihime was still standing, looking nervous.
"You can sit down if you want," he offered. She nodded and sat down on the couch.
Almost immediately she fell asleep as soon as she hit the couch. She slid down sideways so that her head ended up on Ichigo's lap.
He froze again.
In that short moment Orihime's arms found their way around his waist and pulled tight. He could tell that she wasn't going to be letting go any time soon.
Ichigo's face flushed deeper than it had ever in his life. How exactly had this happened? What frightened him was that he was finding himself enjoying it. He groaned to himself. Inoue was a friend, he had no right to be thinking about how good the weight of her head in his lap felt, or how silky and smooth her hair felt against his naked torso, or how he felt like he never wanted her arms to leave his waist.
Ichigo blanched. She wasn't awake was she? No. She was just speaking in her sleep. Come to think of it, he had to get out of her arms before she woke up. He wasn't sure how she would react, but he knew that she would be incredibly embarrassed. He tried moving her arms, but found that she had a stronger grip than he expected. After several moments of trying he found that there was no way he was going to loosen her grip on him without waking her up.
"Yo, Ichigo!" The exclamation accompanied the outside door swinging open.
No, not them. Ichigo groaned, recognizing the voice.
End Chapter 5
A/N: I apologize for the lateness and the suckiness of this chapter. I've been really busy with classes, one of which is a creative writing class. Right now I'm having to completely start from scratch on what happens after this. I have a basic idea, but I need to rework the direction that I'm taking this in. The lack of an actual plot is a strong motivator in this decision, and a lot of the stuff that I wanted to do won't actually work. I had to cut several scenes from this chapter alone since they just weren't working. I'm thinking I can squeeze a few more chapters out, I already have an idea, but need to get things right for it.
If anyone notices some errors please tell me, I have yet to proof read it completely.