Chapter 15
Temporary Truce
Orihime stared at the doorway, composing herself. She needed to get over her anger quickly but it was hard. Years of nurturing her emotions and hiding them in the dark – what was left of her now?
But she couldn't let her son be hurt again. She knew that Daisuke hungered to know lebih about his father. And she couldn't deprive her son of that joy. She already deprived him for seven years.
And then there was Ichigo. Was it completely fair for her to hide Daisuke's existence just because she was hurt when he apologized for their little encounter? She thought so. Her ego was busted and her cinta was scarred when Ichigo thought making cinta to her was plainly a human error. Because it didn't make sense to her that what so affected her didn't mean a damn to Ichigo. It didn't make sense at all.
At least, at that time…
Now, it was plainly immature.
But she had her points, and she was emotionally wounded.
But maybe Ichigo would have wanted to be a part of Daisuke's life, her thoughts invaded. This was the time to prove it – to give him a chance to cope up with the life he berkata he cared for.
Deep inside, Orihime was still conflicted. She knew from the depths of her soul that she still loved Ichigo. Damn, she really did. Unfortunately, it would be too late now. He hated her. And she knew she was still wounded oleh his outright rejection and her pride wouldn't allow her to confess.
There was too much history that happened between them that it wouldn't go under the bridge of the present. It was still flooding her.
She opened the door.
And there anda go, looking so attractive with those compelling brown eyes and your handsome scowl, she thought wryly, taking in the sight of Ichigo. She had to admit, after all these years, he still made her stomach flutter in delight.
She mentally rolled her eyes. This was just plain silly.
"Have anda told him?" Ichigo asked his voice emotionless.
atau at least that was what's on the outside.
He couldn't keep lying to himself. No matter how furious he got because of Orihime's secrets and lies, he couldn't be angry at her completely. He blamed himself for all of this. Not Ishida, not Tatsuki, Rukia atau Renji. Definitely not Orihime. He felt a deep sense of loathing for himself.
He knew why.
No one else knew why.
And he couldn't tell Orihime.
Instead of replying directly to his question, Orihime smiled – a beautiful, genuine smile that had him torn. What happened to the apprehensive Orihime hours ago? He thought with curiosity.
"Come in," she berkata softly, leading the way.
Ichigo felt reluctant as he followed her and closed the door. When he arrived at the quaint living room, he saw Daisuke grin up at him and run to him.
The boy looked up at him in delight, wonder and something else which he couldn't quite identify.
"Hi dad," Daisuke berkata brightly.
"Why don't anda shake hands?" Orihime said, looking over at them with interest. The scene before her was so poignant that she felt tears choke up her throat. She couldn't believe that they she kept the two apart for so long.
But she needed to. Ichigo wanted to.
Ichigo looked at her in confusion and stared at Daisuke, extending a large hand.
Daisuke took it, shaking it with his own – a hand which was the miniature of his father's.
"Haven't I met anda already?" Ichigo berkata in faint amusement, smiling.
Orihime was astonished oleh this. It was the first time she saw Ichigo smile genuinely again, after all these years. And it was still as breathtaking as ever.
"Yes anda did," Daisuke replied, returning a mirror image of Ichigo's smile. "But I didn't introduce myself properly. Hi, I'm Inoue Daisuke. Mom says you're my daddy, so, I'm your son."
Ichigo's smile went wider at this. "I think that's gonna change."
"What's gonna change?" Daisuke asked in wonder.
"Inoue Daisuke," he said. "I think anda should be Kurosaki Daisuke."
Daisuke's smile crumpled to a frown. "What about mommy?"
"Of course, with your mother's permission," Ichigo said, looking at Orihime.
Orihime contemplated about this. Does this mean he's taking Daisuke away from me?
"Don't worry Orihime," Ichigo said, as if membaca right through her. "I'm not having a custody war for Daisuke. It's just all part of the plan."
"Plan?" she asked.
"It's nothing anda should know," he said, turning back to Daisuke. "But I think Daisuke should know, don't anda son?"
Daisuke giggled. "I think so."
"Well then, anda should change," Ichigo said, ruffling his son's hair.
"Why?" Daisuke and Orihime asked in unison.
"I'm taking anda to dinner," Ichigo replied, looking at Daisuke.
Orihime felt a bit down at this. But of course, he needed time alone with his son. To catch up on things.
Daisuke gave a whoop of delight and ran upstairs. Orihime stared at where his son ran and gave out a sigh.
"I agree," she murmured.
"Agree to what?" Ichigo berkata from behind her.
Orihime blushed. She could feel him right behind her, but she froze at her current position. She needed to convey her message.
"You should give Daisuke your surname."
"What made anda agree so quickly?"
"I feel like I owe anda that. And I'm sorry for everything. But I want anda to know that I'm doing all of this mostly because of Daisuke," Orihime explained hurriedly. "And also because I feel guilty to the way I acted."
She heard him sigh from behind her. "You don't have to lie to yourself, anda know."
She was stunned upon hearing this as she held her ground. What was that supposed to mean?
"Aren't anda going to change?" he asked.
Orihime whirled and looked at her with an eyebrow raised in question.
"I didn't only invite Daisuke, anda know," Ichigo said, humor in his voice. "Wear something pretty."
Orihime didn't know whether she should laugh atau shout angrily at this. But she was too stunned to do anything except nod her head once and go up the stairs.
Temporary Truce
Orihime stared at the doorway, composing herself. She needed to get over her anger quickly but it was hard. Years of nurturing her emotions and hiding them in the dark – what was left of her now?
But she couldn't let her son be hurt again. She knew that Daisuke hungered to know lebih about his father. And she couldn't deprive her son of that joy. She already deprived him for seven years.
And then there was Ichigo. Was it completely fair for her to hide Daisuke's existence just because she was hurt when he apologized for their little encounter? She thought so. Her ego was busted and her cinta was scarred when Ichigo thought making cinta to her was plainly a human error. Because it didn't make sense to her that what so affected her didn't mean a damn to Ichigo. It didn't make sense at all.
At least, at that time…
Now, it was plainly immature.
But she had her points, and she was emotionally wounded.
But maybe Ichigo would have wanted to be a part of Daisuke's life, her thoughts invaded. This was the time to prove it – to give him a chance to cope up with the life he berkata he cared for.
Deep inside, Orihime was still conflicted. She knew from the depths of her soul that she still loved Ichigo. Damn, she really did. Unfortunately, it would be too late now. He hated her. And she knew she was still wounded oleh his outright rejection and her pride wouldn't allow her to confess.
There was too much history that happened between them that it wouldn't go under the bridge of the present. It was still flooding her.
She opened the door.
And there anda go, looking so attractive with those compelling brown eyes and your handsome scowl, she thought wryly, taking in the sight of Ichigo. She had to admit, after all these years, he still made her stomach flutter in delight.
She mentally rolled her eyes. This was just plain silly.
"Have anda told him?" Ichigo asked his voice emotionless.
atau at least that was what's on the outside.
He couldn't keep lying to himself. No matter how furious he got because of Orihime's secrets and lies, he couldn't be angry at her completely. He blamed himself for all of this. Not Ishida, not Tatsuki, Rukia atau Renji. Definitely not Orihime. He felt a deep sense of loathing for himself.
He knew why.
No one else knew why.
And he couldn't tell Orihime.
Instead of replying directly to his question, Orihime smiled – a beautiful, genuine smile that had him torn. What happened to the apprehensive Orihime hours ago? He thought with curiosity.
"Come in," she berkata softly, leading the way.
Ichigo felt reluctant as he followed her and closed the door. When he arrived at the quaint living room, he saw Daisuke grin up at him and run to him.
The boy looked up at him in delight, wonder and something else which he couldn't quite identify.
"Hi dad," Daisuke berkata brightly.
"Why don't anda shake hands?" Orihime said, looking over at them with interest. The scene before her was so poignant that she felt tears choke up her throat. She couldn't believe that they she kept the two apart for so long.
But she needed to. Ichigo wanted to.
Ichigo looked at her in confusion and stared at Daisuke, extending a large hand.
Daisuke took it, shaking it with his own – a hand which was the miniature of his father's.
"Haven't I met anda already?" Ichigo berkata in faint amusement, smiling.
Orihime was astonished oleh this. It was the first time she saw Ichigo smile genuinely again, after all these years. And it was still as breathtaking as ever.
"Yes anda did," Daisuke replied, returning a mirror image of Ichigo's smile. "But I didn't introduce myself properly. Hi, I'm Inoue Daisuke. Mom says you're my daddy, so, I'm your son."
Ichigo's smile went wider at this. "I think that's gonna change."
"What's gonna change?" Daisuke asked in wonder.
"Inoue Daisuke," he said. "I think anda should be Kurosaki Daisuke."
Daisuke's smile crumpled to a frown. "What about mommy?"
"Of course, with your mother's permission," Ichigo said, looking at Orihime.
Orihime contemplated about this. Does this mean he's taking Daisuke away from me?
"Don't worry Orihime," Ichigo said, as if membaca right through her. "I'm not having a custody war for Daisuke. It's just all part of the plan."
"Plan?" she asked.
"It's nothing anda should know," he said, turning back to Daisuke. "But I think Daisuke should know, don't anda son?"
Daisuke giggled. "I think so."
"Well then, anda should change," Ichigo said, ruffling his son's hair.
"Why?" Daisuke and Orihime asked in unison.
"I'm taking anda to dinner," Ichigo replied, looking at Daisuke.
Orihime felt a bit down at this. But of course, he needed time alone with his son. To catch up on things.
Daisuke gave a whoop of delight and ran upstairs. Orihime stared at where his son ran and gave out a sigh.
"I agree," she murmured.
"Agree to what?" Ichigo berkata from behind her.
Orihime blushed. She could feel him right behind her, but she froze at her current position. She needed to convey her message.
"You should give Daisuke your surname."
"What made anda agree so quickly?"
"I feel like I owe anda that. And I'm sorry for everything. But I want anda to know that I'm doing all of this mostly because of Daisuke," Orihime explained hurriedly. "And also because I feel guilty to the way I acted."
She heard him sigh from behind her. "You don't have to lie to yourself, anda know."
She was stunned upon hearing this as she held her ground. What was that supposed to mean?
"Aren't anda going to change?" he asked.
Orihime whirled and looked at her with an eyebrow raised in question.
"I didn't only invite Daisuke, anda know," Ichigo said, humor in his voice. "Wear something pretty."
Orihime didn't know whether she should laugh atau shout angrily at this. But she was too stunned to do anything except nod her head once and go up the stairs.
