Characters: Orihime, Renji, Ishida
Rating: PG for now (R or NC17 in Part II)
Warnings: none here, but eventual smexing, threesome, het + yaoi
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. If I did, Episode 193 would have had Renishi fanservice out the wazoo.
Summary: Orihime has always wondered what it would feel like to get really, really angry. Ishida gives her the chance.
Authors note: Yeah, I'm cheating by getting Part 1 in just under the wire. (It's hell when school deadlines interfere with Ishida's b-day, y'know?) Hopefully the pron-age in Part II will make it up to everyone. (Can you say reiraku shibori? I knew you could! ^___^) Much love to Ishida-kun, my favorite Bleach character to torment, and thanks to _debbiechan_ for hosting the contest!
Orihime had sometimes wondered what it would feel like to get angry. Really angry. Angry enough to stomp her feet and—and maybe even fling something. Yes, she’d felt irritated before, and unhappy, and a few times she thought she might even have been indignant, but she couldn’t think of a time when she’d ever really been toweringly angry.
Orihime thought that time might finally have come.
For starters, she knew that when people got very angry, they sometimes lost the power of speech. That certainly seemed to be the case here, because she and Renji had been standing in Ishida Uryuu’s apartment for well over a minute, staring at the note lying on the table and not saying a word.
I’m sorry, the note said in simple but elegant black calligraphy.
I can’t do this any longer.
I can’t choose between you.
And I can’t make you choose either.
Please, be happy without me.
It was when Orihime realized that she was crumpling the shopping bag filled with all the nice things she had brought to make Uryuu’s birthday dinner – the dark chocolate, the red bean paste, the soba noodles, the preserved turnips, the roasted tofu with chilli, the raspberry jam, the fresh mackerel, the juniper berries, the salted caramels, the leeks – that she knew she was really, really angry.
“That—that—MOCHI-BRAIN!” she cried out, just as the paper bag ripped in her fingers and showered the table and floor with food. She’d spent a long time planning this special meal and picking everything out, but now, she didn’t even care. How could she care about food when Uryuu wouldn’t be there to enjoy it? How could he have been so cruel and thoughtless and just plain silly as to LEAVE?
Orihime jammed her hands on her hips and turned to Renji, who, despite being just as disgruntled as she felt, was staring at her with wide eyes.
“How—how could someone as smart as Uryuu be so stupid?” she demanded, but before Renji could stop blinking at her and offer some answer, she had leapt forward and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. “Abarai-kun, we have to find him! Where could he have gone?” She glanced around Ishida’s neat apartment and noticed that, despite the furniture still being there, it felt very bare. “You don’t think—that he’s left for good, do you?”
“Don’t worry, Orihime,” Renji said with a grim smile. “Ishida can spout off all he wants about his reiatsu abilities, but when it comes to tracking people down, there’s nobody better than me. I’ll find the stupid jackass and bring him back.”
“I’ll go with you, then!” Orihime cried out, her hands flying to her hairpins, anxious to do something. “I found out that Tsubaki can track as well as attack, so I can help you.”
“Nah, I want you to stay here, all right?” He patted her shoulder as he peered around the room, then zipped up his winter jacket and prepared to go out into the cold again. “Someone needs to be here just in case he tries to sneak back, neh? And if he does, you know what to do, right?”
“I’m not sure,” Orihime admitted, her brows knitting together. “I know I should probably tie him up and keep him here, but....”
“But what?” Renji asked warily, watching the girl ball up her fists and clench her jaw.
“But I really want to SMACK him!” she huffed, swinging a delicate fist through the air.
“Do both,” Renji advised, baring his teeth in a grin as he turned up his collar and headed out the door. “Just save some for me, okay? Because I want to smack him, too.”
Orihime watched the door shut behind Renji, then turned and looked around Ishida’s apartment. The only clutter was the food that now littered the floor, and Orihime knew she should probably pick everything up. If the fresh mackerel soaked through its wrapping, or the leeks got sand on the carpet, or if the raspberry jam leaked, then Ishida would be so mad! And if Ishida got mad...
“It would serve him right for leaving!” Orihime declared, and with a fierce nod of her head, she crossed her arms firmly, planted her rump on Ishida’s table, and waited for Renji to bring him back. She didn’t allow herself to think of what might happen if Renji didn’t find Ishida – she knew he would. He just had to. Instead, she concentrated on keeping her anger at a high simmer. She wanted Ishida Uryuu to know how foolish he was being, and how much his actions shocked and hurt her and Renji, and she doubted she’d be able to get that message across if she flung herself into Uryuu’s arms in relief the moment Renji hauled him through the door. No, at long last, Orihime was truly angry, and she needed to stay angry.
Fortunately, she didn’t have long to wait.
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