Attack of the 5ft. Lesbian
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,238
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Attack of the 5ft. Lesbian
//BLEACH and related characters are copyright Tite Kubo and Viz entertainment. I neither own the characters nor profit from this fanwork. This is for entertainment purposes only.//
The dead of winter made nothing more inviting than a warm light and some company. For the fifteenth time in as many minutes, Chizuru checked her watch then turned bespectacled eyes toward the single lit room in the entire school. "My sweet Hime is burning the midnight oil. I want to surprise her, though! I'll just wait a few more minutes. O! Darling Hime, please join me soon!" She'd long since lost the feeling in her toes.
Two stories above the rainsopped schoolgrounds, Uryuu folded the half-finished garment on which he'd been working. Carefully, gloved hands smoothed the beautiful silk into its box. Only when the box was secured did he finally remove those gloves. Dry air from the school's heating coupled with the harsh cold air outside had chapped his hands so that, without the gloves, working on materials such as these precious silks was almost impossible! The roughness of chapped hands caused his skin to snag. Even smallest imperfections in the fabric ruined the entire garment for such a perfectionist. This time, he wouldn't take any chances.
The world, the janitor, and his father could wait until he finished his task in the room dedicated to the Crafts Club. Well, the janitor promised he would wait, in any case, but as Uryuu stood, he noticed all the lights in the other wing had been turned off. Perhaps it was time for him to take his leave. School bag shouldered and his garment box tucked neatly under his arm, the thin student rested his hand on the lightswitch while he made for the door. A scant moment after the light switched off, his vision burst into a spectacle of bright yellow rimmed in prismatics at the edge of his vision. Speaking of spectacles, those that were on his face, scittered well away to an unknown corner of the room. All Uryuu could do was grope helplessly with one hand, hold his aching face with the other, and manage a few hissed curses that were never heard over the bombastic announcement:
"PRECIOUS HIME-CHAN! I'VE COME TO ESCORT YOU HOME!"
When the lights came on, both dazzled subjects turned to peer at each other in utter bewilderment. Holding one side of his face, Uryuu turned from confusion quickly into a cold fury (the effect of which was not lost with his missing spectacles, notably). Chizuru, however, could only seem to manage a dumb expression and an even dumber observation, "You're not my sweet Hime."
Blood? Is that blood? Damnit! And it's dripping onto his shirt. "You're so astute," Uryuu managed coolly. Now that the lights were on, he could search for his glasses.
"But I waited so long! O! My sweetest love, where have you gone?" With her hand on the doorknob, the female student half-turned away to peer down the darkened hallway.
A pristine white handkerchief dabbed at the blood dripping down his cheek from his forehead. Uryuu hissed, "She left five hours ago with Arisawa."
"Tatsuki-chan." Chizuru's eyes seemed to gleam, but without his glasses, Uryuu couldn't tell whether that was the true effect or her glasses playing off the classroom lights. He'd seen stranger things, afterall. "Why must you always thwart my efforts? Alas," the raging lesbian sighed, "I've lost the battle today. But! There will be more opportunities to capture my beautiful Hime's heart. Oh well. Good-bye."
"WAIT!" Slamming a chapped hand on the desktop was painful, but Uryuu was certain nothing short of that or a smack to the head was going to get that bufoon's attention. "It's your fault I lost my glasses. You should stay here and help me find them."
Help him? Help, a male?! Chizuru's expression clearly conveyed that she owed him absolutely no favors. Afterall, he was the reason she'd stayed over-long. Why, if he didn't look so feminine... "Fine!" she surrendered. "But I'm not waiting around to walk out with you." Oh, such venom! And only on the basis that he was a man? Well, not entirely. Ishida wasn't well-liked by anyone but his instructors any way one might look at it. That changed recently, which confused many of their classmates, but still, Uryuu Ishida was openly regarded as a cold-hearted, teacher's pet.
Together, they put well over ten minutes into the search for the spectacles. In the end, Uryuu found one half and Chizuru the other half of the broken frames. While the lenses seemed intact, nothing short of some masking tape and clever fingers was going to fix this broken set. With both halves in his hands, the ace student sighed in exhasperation. Chizuru raised a hand, calling out a far too delighted, 'Ta ta' as she left the classroom. Deciding there was no use in dawdling, he simply turned off the classroom lights after gathering his posessions, and followed after the obnoxious girl.
When he came to the end of the hallway, he found her there, standing in the light cast by the exit sign. "I thought you weren't going to--" The girl stepped to the side, one hand gesturing to the chains looped through the door handles. "Oh no."
"It's locked tight!" Uryuu frowned at her unneccessary observation, but she went on, "It was the only open door in the building too. I checked the other exits hours ago."
Unconsciously, his fingers rose to slide his glasses up. The gesture often hid his eyes, which, embarrassingly enough, showed more than a little doubt for the current situation. However, those glasses rested in two pieces in the pocket of his wool coat. The male student cursed Chizuru again and turned to look helplessly down the hall. "The janitor must have mistakenly locked it after he heard you pass through. He was waiting for me to leave the building." Damnit! "Perhaps we can climb through a window."
"All the ground floor windows have key locks," Chizuru noted as she hugged herself. Thanks to the draft in the door, the hallway was nearly as cold as the exterior. But she wouldn't dare move to be closer to mister number one student.
"I'll just leave through the second story window, then." Or perhaps the rooftop, he thought.
The girl looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. "Don't expect me to follow you!"
"Fine," the cool word preceeded another blast of winter air from the door behind her. Uryuu turned on his heel and walked down the hall with all the assurance of the exemplary student he was!
"HEY! I waited for you," Chizuru pleaded as she unwittingly chased after. Damnit! She didn't want to have to rely on a man for help! Oh, what a terrible night!
"Only long enough to find my glasses. Then you were happy enough to leave me alone."
"But still," she whined. Uryuu turned a chilling glare over his shoulder, but the absence of his glasses seemed to soften the lines of her plain face and unremarkable haircut. What's more, she was appealing to his sense of honor.
The tall, thin teen stopped long enough for the girl to catch up. He had to catch himself before he tried to push his glasses back into place. "I'm going to fix my glasses. Then we'll find somewhere warm to stay for the night." Maybe he could have caught her if she tried to jump down from the window after him. Hm, then again, maybe he would have 'accidentally' missed.
--end ch1--
The dead of winter made nothing more inviting than a warm light and some company. For the fifteenth time in as many minutes, Chizuru checked her watch then turned bespectacled eyes toward the single lit room in the entire school. "My sweet Hime is burning the midnight oil. I want to surprise her, though! I'll just wait a few more minutes. O! Darling Hime, please join me soon!" She'd long since lost the feeling in her toes.
Two stories above the rainsopped schoolgrounds, Uryuu folded the half-finished garment on which he'd been working. Carefully, gloved hands smoothed the beautiful silk into its box. Only when the box was secured did he finally remove those gloves. Dry air from the school's heating coupled with the harsh cold air outside had chapped his hands so that, without the gloves, working on materials such as these precious silks was almost impossible! The roughness of chapped hands caused his skin to snag. Even smallest imperfections in the fabric ruined the entire garment for such a perfectionist. This time, he wouldn't take any chances.
The world, the janitor, and his father could wait until he finished his task in the room dedicated to the Crafts Club. Well, the janitor promised he would wait, in any case, but as Uryuu stood, he noticed all the lights in the other wing had been turned off. Perhaps it was time for him to take his leave. School bag shouldered and his garment box tucked neatly under his arm, the thin student rested his hand on the lightswitch while he made for the door. A scant moment after the light switched off, his vision burst into a spectacle of bright yellow rimmed in prismatics at the edge of his vision. Speaking of spectacles, those that were on his face, scittered well away to an unknown corner of the room. All Uryuu could do was grope helplessly with one hand, hold his aching face with the other, and manage a few hissed curses that were never heard over the bombastic announcement:
"PRECIOUS HIME-CHAN! I'VE COME TO ESCORT YOU HOME!"
When the lights came on, both dazzled subjects turned to peer at each other in utter bewilderment. Holding one side of his face, Uryuu turned from confusion quickly into a cold fury (the effect of which was not lost with his missing spectacles, notably). Chizuru, however, could only seem to manage a dumb expression and an even dumber observation, "You're not my sweet Hime."
Blood? Is that blood? Damnit! And it's dripping onto his shirt. "You're so astute," Uryuu managed coolly. Now that the lights were on, he could search for his glasses.
"But I waited so long! O! My sweetest love, where have you gone?" With her hand on the doorknob, the female student half-turned away to peer down the darkened hallway.
A pristine white handkerchief dabbed at the blood dripping down his cheek from his forehead. Uryuu hissed, "She left five hours ago with Arisawa."
"Tatsuki-chan." Chizuru's eyes seemed to gleam, but without his glasses, Uryuu couldn't tell whether that was the true effect or her glasses playing off the classroom lights. He'd seen stranger things, afterall. "Why must you always thwart my efforts? Alas," the raging lesbian sighed, "I've lost the battle today. But! There will be more opportunities to capture my beautiful Hime's heart. Oh well. Good-bye."
"WAIT!" Slamming a chapped hand on the desktop was painful, but Uryuu was certain nothing short of that or a smack to the head was going to get that bufoon's attention. "It's your fault I lost my glasses. You should stay here and help me find them."
Help him? Help, a male?! Chizuru's expression clearly conveyed that she owed him absolutely no favors. Afterall, he was the reason she'd stayed over-long. Why, if he didn't look so feminine... "Fine!" she surrendered. "But I'm not waiting around to walk out with you." Oh, such venom! And only on the basis that he was a man? Well, not entirely. Ishida wasn't well-liked by anyone but his instructors any way one might look at it. That changed recently, which confused many of their classmates, but still, Uryuu Ishida was openly regarded as a cold-hearted, teacher's pet.
Together, they put well over ten minutes into the search for the spectacles. In the end, Uryuu found one half and Chizuru the other half of the broken frames. While the lenses seemed intact, nothing short of some masking tape and clever fingers was going to fix this broken set. With both halves in his hands, the ace student sighed in exhasperation. Chizuru raised a hand, calling out a far too delighted, 'Ta ta' as she left the classroom. Deciding there was no use in dawdling, he simply turned off the classroom lights after gathering his posessions, and followed after the obnoxious girl.
When he came to the end of the hallway, he found her there, standing in the light cast by the exit sign. "I thought you weren't going to--" The girl stepped to the side, one hand gesturing to the chains looped through the door handles. "Oh no."
"It's locked tight!" Uryuu frowned at her unneccessary observation, but she went on, "It was the only open door in the building too. I checked the other exits hours ago."
Unconsciously, his fingers rose to slide his glasses up. The gesture often hid his eyes, which, embarrassingly enough, showed more than a little doubt for the current situation. However, those glasses rested in two pieces in the pocket of his wool coat. The male student cursed Chizuru again and turned to look helplessly down the hall. "The janitor must have mistakenly locked it after he heard you pass through. He was waiting for me to leave the building." Damnit! "Perhaps we can climb through a window."
"All the ground floor windows have key locks," Chizuru noted as she hugged herself. Thanks to the draft in the door, the hallway was nearly as cold as the exterior. But she wouldn't dare move to be closer to mister number one student.
"I'll just leave through the second story window, then." Or perhaps the rooftop, he thought.
The girl looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. "Don't expect me to follow you!"
"Fine," the cool word preceeded another blast of winter air from the door behind her. Uryuu turned on his heel and walked down the hall with all the assurance of the exemplary student he was!
"HEY! I waited for you," Chizuru pleaded as she unwittingly chased after. Damnit! She didn't want to have to rely on a man for help! Oh, what a terrible night!
"Only long enough to find my glasses. Then you were happy enough to leave me alone."
"But still," she whined. Uryuu turned a chilling glare over his shoulder, but the absence of his glasses seemed to soften the lines of her plain face and unremarkable haircut. What's more, she was appealing to his sense of honor.
The tall, thin teen stopped long enough for the girl to catch up. He had to catch himself before he tried to push his glasses back into place. "I'm going to fix my glasses. Then we'll find somewhere warm to stay for the night." Maybe he could have caught her if she tried to jump down from the window after him. Hm, then again, maybe he would have 'accidentally' missed.
--end ch1--