Random Bleach Drablet...
May. 26th, 2005 03:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chibi_trillianFiction from me for the first time since I graduated. Wow. Unfortunately, it's short. The title is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
plotbunny_tiff's fault.
Ishida/Ichigo.
The Long Dark Lunchtime of the Soul
Ishida leaned back, taking in Kurosaki’s utterly horrified expression. It was the kind of stunned terror that you usually saw on the faces of people with a gun shoved in their mouths on TV—“Oh fuck” meets “This can’t be happening to me.”
Perhaps a bit of warning would have been appropriate before crawling over the bento on Kurosaki’s lap and kissing him like he was trying to suck his soul out through his tonsils. Warning would’ve given Kurosaki the opportunity to escape, though, and Ishida really didn’t feel like chasing him. He’d had more than enough of that already.
Ishida sat back down and calmly started eating his lunch. He guessed he had about a minute and a half before Kurosaki switched from “stunned” to “pissed” and beat the crap out of him in a manly display of testosterone and homophobia, so he might as well try to eat now. He’d probably be spending the rest of lunch evading kicks.
At least Kurosaki couldn’t ignore him anymore.
plotbunny_tiff's fault.Ishida/Ichigo.
The Long Dark Lunchtime of the Soul
Ishida leaned back, taking in Kurosaki’s utterly horrified expression. It was the kind of stunned terror that you usually saw on the faces of people with a gun shoved in their mouths on TV—“Oh fuck” meets “This can’t be happening to me.”
Perhaps a bit of warning would have been appropriate before crawling over the bento on Kurosaki’s lap and kissing him like he was trying to suck his soul out through his tonsils. Warning would’ve given Kurosaki the opportunity to escape, though, and Ishida really didn’t feel like chasing him. He’d had more than enough of that already.
Ishida sat back down and calmly started eating his lunch. He guessed he had about a minute and a half before Kurosaki switched from “stunned” to “pissed” and beat the crap out of him in a manly display of testosterone and homophobia, so he might as well try to eat now. He’d probably be spending the rest of lunch evading kicks.
At least Kurosaki couldn’t ignore him anymore.
