Fanfiction: Bumptious

I want to lay like this forever. Until the sky falls down on me…
- Savage Garden, Truly Madly Deeply

They were out on the few rare dates on whatever free time they could spare. What with their college demands, his constant Shinigami-ing and her frequent international competitions, it was a miracle should they ever find time just for themselves. And today was such a miracle, and she was determined to let nothing spoil it. Nothing.

Being the gentleman he was, he let her decide the course of their date today. Feeling typically girly, she decided on the largest shopping mall that housed the largest clothes boutique, which would account for them being there for…
“…an eternity,” she heard him mumbled to himself, as he wore the soles of his shoes off, walking in circles. Nevertheless she knew he was not irritated, if not for the merest of appearance of a smile on his lip than for the fact that his face wasn’t pulled in his trademark scowl.

‘He’s actually quite cute when he’s not glaring all the while,’ she mused.
Lost in his own world, he was jostled out of his thoughts when she whacked him slightly on the air, before parading her latest acquisition in front of him. “What do you think, Ichigo?” she asked, twirling around like a ballerina.
She chose a tight black tank top, “which would look better if you actually have more of a bust, Tatsuki,” he noted, utterly unaware of the evil eye he was receiving until he was promptly kicked in the shins. Hard. By the second strongest woman in Japan.

Ouch.

“Bloody woman!” He growled.

She grinned, before fleeing back into the changing room, intent on keeping hold of the said top. She was simply glad that they could just spend time together without being burdened.

They left the shop with several bags some time later, Tatsuki deciding that a single top was not enough and proceeded to buy a matching skirt and some jeans, before dumping them all on him. “You,” she poked his chest with a finger, “shall be my pack mule today!”

She then took his large, rough hand into her small but strong ones and led him on a leisurely stroll around the mall, indulging in the peace of the moment. “You know, we don’t do this often enough.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “Just walking, together…”

“I know,” he replied quietly. “I miss you.”

She lifted her head to gaze into his amber eyes. “I miss you, too.” She tilted her head closer to his and allowed her lips to graze his. “Go…,” she whispered, as she pulled back.

He raised an eyebrow quizzically. She pointed towards his vibrating pocket.

“They’re calling you.”

“But…”

“They need you…more than me.” She lowered her eyes, unable to meet his, not wanting him to see how much pain letting him go was. “Just…just promise me you’ll come back safely…to me...”

“I will…”

He pulled her in for a fierce and passionate kiss, before sprinting off.
Sometimes, she just wishes that he was more selfish and she, more inconsiderate and that they could just spend a day without bothering about the world. For she now knows the sight of his retreating back very well now.

BUMPTIOUS noun:
conceited