grassangel | Why I regret introducing Lina to the world of Bleach

Why I regret introducing Lina to the world of Bleach:

1) I make the mistake of introducing her via IchiIshi

2) Having supplied her with a source of ficcage I almost make the mental promise to tell her if I write any.

3) Later, while inking a birthday card for my cousin, this backfires on me dangerously as the god of the plot bunnies decides to smite me, leaving me with a very IshiIchi idea.

4) The damn bunny is GNAWING on my arm and threatening to chew it wholy off if I don't at least use some of it.

5) And so, to avoid that, I risk injury to my eardrums or my head the next time dawnduskdancer comes in contact with me.

And so, I shall briefly sketch out my idea here. Or fully write it as it's now being insistent that I feed it.

Please don't hurt me danduskdancer. *cowers* At least Ishida's dom here. *cowers again*

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He wondered why he'd even bought something at the handicrafts stall that day at the carnival a while back. Possibly because it looked cool and he had the vague idea that maybe Orihime had made it. Possibly because Yuzu had been looking at it and badgering him about how he needed another cover for his duvet and Karin had been more interested in going to see Tatsuki's match.
He also pondered on the fact how he didn't realise until much later what the giant intersecting lines might mean.

"Kurosaki," the smooth voice talked from behind him, "I never realised it was you who had bought that cover I made."
Ichigo cringed slightly.

"I would've never bought it if I knew it had been you," the last word was a bit venemous as Ichigo's eyebrows creased further together, "who had sewn it. I thought it just looked cool."

"Well, at least it proves you have good taste." He could almost hear the dark haired boy push his glasses up his nose, the cold fingers pushing up against the cold metal.

He could feel those cold fingers at the back of his neck and unclasp the chain there.

"You can stop wearing this now you know. It pointless now I know that you sleep under one." Ichigo tilted his chin up as the chain was lifted away from his skin, the silver cross shimmering in front of his eyes as it left his neck and slithered into a pocket.
He clicked his neck, twisting it from side to side as if relieved from a heavy weight.

"Hmmph." He flopped to the covered bed in question, half glaring at his companion still standing there. "Maybe dad'll get off my back about me adopting Christianity and blabbering on about how he supports my decision. Freakin' weird seeing him with a cross 'round his neck."

The Quincy in front of him paled slightly, pulling out the chain he had just removed, gulping as he spoke.
"Something plain and regular I hope and not like-"

Both boys paled as the light from Ichigo's reading lamp reflected off the ornate and slightly different cross pendant held in Ishida Uryuu's hand.

"Your dad?"
"Doesn't question me so much about how I'm going, nor about any relations I might have. When I see him of course. Yours?" There was a slight waver as he passed the question back to the lounging red-head.
"Isn't so insistent on that seven o'clock dinner."

They both looked at each other slightly shell-shocked.

"I suggest that we escape by way of your window and escape far, far away Kurosaki. I defintely do not wish to make eye contact with your father, or mine, ever ever again."
"As long as we can escape to a love hotel."

Uryuu scrunched up his nose unflatteringly as he ducked his head out of his boyfriend's window. "You have no taste, Kurosaki Ichigo."

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6) It contains intergenerational IshiKuro CRACK.

7) It makes me laugh.

But at least...

8) I got rid of that "Why the hell does Ichigo have a Quincy cross on his bedsheets?" and that quincy collar idea I had ages ago. Even though I'll probably expand this.

*cowers*

9) I ficced for the first time this year.

And that is a superbly good thing.