Pairings/Characters: Uryu, Loly
Synopsis: Pesche did raise a valid question; where exactly do you...?
Word count: 550
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite, I'm just "borrowing" the characters :D
Comments: Just a little something to get myself back into writing.
It was something that had been silently bothering Uryu for the last few days already.
No, not 'bother' as much as 'made curious', actually.
He was at the desk, sewing together a stuffed toy a classmate had asked him to fix. She was sprawled out on the couch, flipping channels on the TV.
Even when she was wearing regular clothes, the pigtails were still there, reminding him the clothing she had worn before. Or, the lack of it, to be more precise. And that was exactly what was currently making him frown in discomfort on how to go about the subject.
"Booooorriiing," she yawned, turning the TV off and throwing the remote onto the table next to the piece of furniture she was laying on. Wiggling herself onto her stomach, she looked up at Uyru over the back of the couch and frowned. "When're ya gonna finish stitchin' that thing? I'm bored." Crawling up to let herself rest on the back of the couch, she chose to stay like that, lazily watching the boy.
Pushing up his glasses, Uryu looked mildly annoyed. "I'll finish as soon as it's done. And please stop staring at me."
Loly grinned. "Why? Do I make you uncomfortable?" Amused, she got up and walked over to the teen, her hips swaying. "Maybe I should annoy you more so you'd finish this thing and start paying attention on curing my boredom."
"I'd rather you didn't."
Uryu stayed silent after that, loudly breathing through his nose and furiously sewing the plush toy in his hands. Barely even looking at the stitches, he thought about the pressing matter. Secretly throwing glances at the girl, he thought about it, mildly blushing but still coming up with nothing.
By the time he finished fixing the plush, Loly had returned to vacate the couch. Stiffly taking a seat next to her, Uryu eyed the girl. He had to approach this with utmost delicacy. Getting up the courage, he finally spoke up.
"I was wondering... Back in Hueco Mundo, before I met you, I ended up fighting a girl called Cirucci. The dress she wore, it was really short, and yours was rather minimalistic as well. I had someone called Pesche with me at the time, and as annoying as he was, he said something that's been bugging me for a while now. I can't really ask Cirucci about it anymore, so..." he trailed off, turning away to hide the blush now covering his cheeks.
"Uryu, if you got something to ask, better out with it!"
"Despite his insane self, Pesche did raise a valid question; where exactly do you...?"
"You barely had any clothes - Where the Hell did you keep your sword!?"
It was a fraction of a second before Uryu found himself thrown backwards against the back of the couch, Loly on his lap and her dagger-like zanpakuto pressed to his neck, the girl herself looking menacing as she hovered above the teen and lowly spoke.
"That's something you should never ask a proper girl like myself about."
Swallowing hard, the boy didn't quite dare to re-adjust his glasses that had almost flown off when Loly mauled him. Meekly, he offered a weak nod of acknowledgement.
"Yes, miss. Of course, miss."