2/28/08
hey everyone! lately, i've been thinking of writing an IchiHime fic and submitting to FanFiction. i only have the first chapter done (college is really draining sweatdrop )
here's what i'm going to do:
- there will be seven chapters for each day of the week
- the chapters will lapse, meaning that our lovable couple will have different ages in each chapter
here's what i need work on:
- coming up with new chapter ideas gonk
below is the first chapter, Ichigo and Orihime are about six-seven years old and in first grade. i apologize if my writing sucks, i'm working on it. please post honest and helpful critiques. ENJOY heart !!!
p.s.= i don't want reviews that look like the following, "ZOMG!!!1 ICHIHIME RULEZ FTWBBQ!!!!!!!!!1111"; but, i will accept an LOL or two blaugh
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"Seven Days" by Shinku~Kitsune
Day One: Monday’s Laughter
It was lunchtime and our sensei let us go outside due to the beautiful weather. That’s when I saw you. During class, you sat right next to me, scribbling in your notebook. But now, you sat alone under a large oak tree. Ever since I started elementary school, I always wanted to be your friend. In my eyes, you were quite cute and shy. I wanted to go sit by you, but my friends told me not to. Confused, I asked them why.
“His hair is a weird color.”
“Like an orange.”
“And I heard sensei call him ‘Ichigo’. What a girly name!"
I didn’t understand, like most children did at this age. My brother always told me to be nice and courteous toward others. Frowning, I stood up and gathered my lunch. Before walking away from my so-called ‘friends’, I said something that I never said before.
“I hate you.”
The looks on their faces were priceless. Their mouths were agape like a fish. I mentally giggled and continued on my merry little way. When I got closer, I watched as you munch on the cookie in your hand. Your notebook was open, with your other hand’s fingers circled around an orange pencil.
“Hello.”
You looked up and I smiled. You didn’t say anything at first, as if you were wondering why I was talking to you.
“Hi.”
I smiled again. “May I join you?”
“Sure!” You moved aside to make room, so that I could lean against the tree. Kind brown eyes lit up as I sat down next to you. I fixed my skirt to make myself comfortable.
“My name is Inoue Orihime.”
“I’m Kurosaki Ichigo. You sit next to me in class right?”
“Yes,” I nodded. “What are you drawing?”
You blushed. “Um, nothing good. Just a picture of me as a superhero.”
“Can I see?”
“Um, okay.”
As you handed me the book, our fingertips brushed but only for a moment; I don’t think you noticed any way. Turning the colored pages, I was amazed at what you drew. I stopped at one picture that drew my interest. The picture consisted of a boy wearing a white cape with a black shirt and pants. In its hand was a giant sword as long as his body. But what drew me in was the orange hair that was messy drawn on the boy’s head.
“Wow, this is really good!”
You began scratching the back of your head, blushing at my comment. “I was working on it during class, so it’s not that good.”
“Well, I think it’s nice, Kurosaki-kun.”
Blushing, you murmured a small ‘thanks’. We continued eating our lunch. A group of boys passed us by, pointing and whispering at us. But that’s when I noticed that they were only pointing at you. Your eyes cast downward as snippets of their words wafted by.
“How silly! He has orange hair.”
“What a goof!”
“Haha, orange-head!”
I saw tears forming in your once shining eyes as the boys disappeared. How dare they say those mean things!
“Kurosaki-kun?”
“Why? Why did you want to eat with me? Don’t you find me weird?” Your face was shadowed, hiding your hurt eyes.
“I don’t think that you’re weird at all, Kurosaki-kun. I always thought that you looked cool!” I clenched my fist in enthusiasm. “I mean, you’re really special and you seem like a very nice person.”
You looked stunned at my little comment, but soon you started to laugh. And just like that old saying goes, I began to laugh with you. The wind trickled past us, carrying our laughter to the heavens above.
“Do you want to be friends?”
“Okay!”
We smiled at each other as our friendship blossomed. A shrill whistle echoed throughout the schoolyard; lunch was over. I had just put the remainder of lunch back in my lunchbox when a small hand appeared under my nose. You held out your hand, silently gesturing for mine. A large grin was painted on your cute face. I grasped your hand, our fingers lacing together. You pulled me off the ground with such ease, your smile never faltering.
“Let’s go, Orihime-chan!”
I liked how you said my name. It sounded…right. It was almost as if it I was destined to meet you. We walked back to class hand in hand. Our classmates gave us a weird look when we entered the room, but we didn’t care.
We were friends.
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i don't know if Ichigo and Orihime went to the same elementary school, since Tatsuki knew Ichigo when they were children. if my information is incorrect, please PM me. and, as soon as college slow down, i'll post the rest of the chapters.
Chapter #: 1
Pages: 3
Words: 753
