Fanfiction: Inertia

But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it, where's the sense in that?
- Dido, White Flag

The slight drizzle that pattered against the roof settled to a steady pace, echoing throughout the almost empty classroom. Almost empty, for the last bell rang almost an hour ago, save two. Two heads which were bent low, busied about a large poster which was spread over a couple of desk, with markers strewn all over.

A black marker rolled slightly to the edge, stopping by an orange one.

“Ichigo?” He heard his childhood-friend-since-forever asked; the soft drumming filling up the silence of the air, eating away the unexpected and oppressive silence that hung in the air.

“Hmm?”

The pens laid there, untouched, unmoved, unchanging.

He was absorbed in his work, jotting down the details of the Karate Club, noting the time and place and contact numbers. ‘P-R-E-S-I-D-E-N-T-:-,’ he wrote, ‘T-A-T-S-U–.’ He was interrupted when a small hand covered his own, hers only slightly less callused than his. He glanced up from his work, losing himself almost immediately in her obsidian eyes, which were gleaming with affection that was colored with flecks of orange.

A slight knock tilted the fragile equilibrium of the two markers, forcing the black one through, together with the orange one.

The next thing they know, her hand was entangled in his bright colored hair, his hands are on her waist, their work crumpled between them. His thin, almost-perpetually-scowling lips are pressed softly against her tender smiling ones, their two beings melding into one. He lowered her on the classroom desk, conscience of doing that in a classroom pushed aside. She moaned in acquiescence.

And the pens dropped, clattered and came to a rest on the hard cement floor.

INERTIA noun:
the property of matter by which it remains in a state of rest, or, if it is in motion, continues moving in a straight line, unless acted upon by an external force