Summary: She stops. She pauses. She hesitates, but only for a moment. (IxK, drabble.)

Pitter-patter. And suddenly, as soon as the quiet sound of small feet across the concrete pavement comes to an end, there is a flicker. A glimmer in the air.

She stops. She pauses. The light is somewhat brighter, the air somehow rippling under the clock tower, and a figure appears out of the mist.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. Two lone figures run through the city, cat and mouse moving stealthily as they weave in and out of the buildings. One, the smaller, is more lithe and graceful. The second shape, the predator, is more blunt and choppy, but is miraculously fluid in it's motion.

She knew what she had been getting into, but suddenly she wishes that she didn't. She wishes that things were like the way they were before... She had been so innocent, so pure...

It was too late to go back now.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter. Predator catches up to the prey and a small gasp is heard as the silhouette flattens against a tree, ducking away from peering eyes in the middle of the night.

"Kish!" she cries, the larger outline coming closer towards her. There are two pairs of lips tingling with anticipation, excitement rising in the air as he approaches her. Short puffs of air are seen in the winter night as the girl breathes.

"You've been running from me," he says. The statement is simply put, yet contains an unknown depth to the words.

Silence lingers in the air before she replies, "I know, I... I can't do this any longer."

Lips shift closer, angling and waiting. The red-headed girl, hair shining in the moonlight at midnight, pushes the green-haired figure away. "Kish...," she sighs.

His arms envelop around her and she gasps again, not expecting the sudden movement. She is suddenly reminded that she never knows what to expect with him. That's the thrill about him, she realizes, that she never knows what is going to happen next.


"Shh, just--"

"But Kish--"

"I said 'shhhh.' Kitten, just let me enjoy this moment."

The two stand there behind the bare cherry blossom tree, branches once coated with soft pink petals, holding each other as the evening drags on.

She clears her throat. "I really need to get going..."

"Honey, stay. Please, even if it's only for a minute. I need you."

A muted breath is silenced by a quick kiss. It is so quick that it takes her by surprise.

"I, uh, I..."

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter. She breaks away from him, leaning against the tree once more. He backs away slowly, sensing her doubt in her stutters.

"Ichigo..." He starts, swallowing. He seems to be testing the air.

She blinks for a second and bites her lip, face clearly showing confusion. What did he just call her?

"Please. Don't let me down, Ichigo. I love you."

Ichigo. It's the first time she remembers him calling her by her name: Ichigo. Not kitten, not kitty-cat, not honey or baby...

Just Ichigo. Plain and simple.

She likes it.

There isn't a sound heard as she moves towards him, her arms wrapping around his neck ever so gently. He, in turn, entwines his arms around her waist and a slight smirk is vividly visible in the light of the night.

The gap between them, once heavy and foreboding, slowly closes. Her lips change to match his, the movements slow and hesitant.

So close, so far... A one-inch space between the two, lips half an inch to touching, just one kiss away...

For a moment, she stops. She pauses. She hesitates, but only for a moment.



Author's Note

OH MANNNNN! So, here goes. My first fanfic posted right up there. Anyway, it's a little something I whipped up the other day. Sorry if I screwed up any facts. Please let me know what you think and hope you liked it!

~ Bunny,

Fireflies Glow