Bleach Seven Minutes in Heaven Ichigo

      “So that game actually worked out a lot better than I thought it would. If everyone's okay with it, we could play again.” Orihime smiled hopefully. “It seemed like the last group enjoyed themselves.” Not waiting on anyone to answer, she grabbed the duffel bag and walked directly to you. “You can pick this time.”

“O-oh, okay. Thank you.” Nervous and a bit apprehensively, you placed your hand inside the bag and grabbed an item. It was a small stuffed strawberry. It was even lightly scented.

“That's Ichigo's item.” Orihime ran up to Ichigo and gently tugged him from his seat. He didn't budge an inch. “Come on, it's your turn. Don't leave her standing over there looking all confused and pathetic like that.

“I said I didn't want t play.” Quickly standing from to his feet, Ichigo snatched his hand away from Orihime and walked towards the closet. “Man this sucks, I have an image to uphold you know.” He placed his hands in his pockets, slumped over and reluctantly walked into the closet.

You contemplated running, but before you could, Orihime took your hand and led you inside. “Have fun okay? I'll see you in seven minutes. Hmm, I wonder why it's seven minutes and not something else.” Still thinking to herself, she shut the door and left you alone with Ichigo.

Time began to pass silently. No one moved or said anything at all. The silence only mad you more nervous. Where you supposed to be doing something? What if you were making Ichigo angry? Suddenly the silence was broken by Ichicgo's voice. “Hey, you okay over there? You look like you're about to have a panic attack.”

“N-no, I'm fine.” You're voice reminded you of a mouse, quiet, high pitched and incredibly squeaky.

“What? You're really too quiet.” Ichigo stood up and sat back down directly in front of you. “You're shaking pretty bad.” Grabbing your hand, he could see just how bad the shaking really was. “H-hey you aren’t sick or something like that are you?” Worry quickly spread over his face. “We need to get you out of here.”

You vigorously shook your head. “No, I'm not sick. R-really, I'm fine.”

“Don't pull that crap with me. You don't look fine at all. You're all pale and shaky, your palms were sweaty too.” Ichigo stumbled back onto his feet and picked you up, holding you tightly in his arms. “Hey, someone let us out of here!” Holding you close with one arm, he began banging on the door with his free hand. “You hear me out there? Open the door already.”

“Ichigo, please. I'm really fine.” You tightly shut your eyes and pressed your hand against his chest. “Please, let me down.”

Suddenly quiet, Ichigo looked down at you. “Are you serious? If you're fine why do you look like, well like you do?” Not believing you were truly fine, he refused to put you down. “Why is no one opening the door?” Once again he began pounding on the door.

“What's the problem?” Taksuki opened the door and immediately looked down at you. “What did you do to her you pervert? Put her down already, you're not helping the situation at all.”

Ichigo carefully placed you back on your feet, taking a few steps back from the enraged Tasuki. “Well I was trying to help, but I didn't know what was wrong with her. I don't understand you females. What was I supposed to do?”

You were caught dead in the middle of their fight, but couldn't bring yourself to say anything. “Come on you guys, it's not nice to fight over someone when they're in the same room.” Orihime walked up to you and held you defensively. “Besides, this is nothing more than a case of nerves. It happens to lots of girls.”

“Nerves?” Ichigo cursed under his breath. “And I thought something was wrong.”

“You saying being nervous is no big deal?” Tasuki and Ichigo were already at each others throat again.

Remaining cheerful, Orihime readied for another game. “The way those two fight, they're going to end up married one day.”