AN: Okay, this story just kind of snuck up on me. There I was, writing my other Bleach story when this idea suddenly popped up and refused to leave. I didn't even have any time to prepare. Before I knew it I was writing for this story instead. After I finished it I looked it over and realized it was kind of a pointless one-shot, if you could call it that. I wasn't even sure what category to put it under, but… I guess… this might be a humor? And a little romance if you look really hard? Maybe?

Oh well. Enjoy the story and let me know what you think (And sorry if I misspelled names- I don't have a ready source to check the spellings).

Doodle

Inspired By Tite Kubo's Bleach

On a Monday like any other Orihime Inoue sat in her desk, doing her best to listen to her teacher as he explained advanced mathematics that involved far too many decimals and square roots. While the redhead could usually keep her attention at least somewhat on her teacher so she could take notes, she couldn't today.

She found herself staring at Ichigo Kurosaki at the other side of class. She looked at his nicely shaped warm brown eyes and bright orange hair that stuck up in natural spikes. She studied his furrowed brow and perfectly curved nose. Suddenly she felt compelled to draw.

Shifting her notebook closer she moved her pencil tip to the margin and began to carefully sketch, glancing up at her unknowing model every once in a while. Before long she was immersed by her work, only stopping at the abrupt, shrill ring of the school bell going off.

Orihime blinked up dazedly at her surroundings, unsure as to what happened until her dark haired friend, Tatsuki, walked over to her, "Time to go, Orihime."

The girl blinked again, "Time to go? But didn't class just start?"

"No." Tatsuki looked at her strangely, "Class just finished."

Orihime paled, "Oh no! I was so busy drawing that I forgot to take notes!"

"What," Tatsuki puffed, surprised, "But I thought you were writing notes!" Tatsuki faltered, "Actually, I think everybody did. You seemed so absorbed in what you were doing that not even the teacher called on you in class…"

Orihime flushed, "Um… Tatsuki? Do you mind if I borrow your notes?"

"Sure," she nodded before peering over at the redhead's notebook, "What were you so busy drawing? Can I see it?" before Orihime could respond or stop her she plucked the book from the table and stared at the picture in the margin with a gasp, her eyes widening, "This is-!" she paused, her brow furrowing, "Who is this? Is he in our class?"

Orihime blinked and took her notebook back from her friend, staring at the crudely drawn picture that was on the page before blushing and answering hurriedly, "Nope! Just the King of Berryland! He's going to save his kingdom from the evil clown Puffka!"

Tatsuki smiled weakly at the other teen, "Sure… alright then. Why don't we go home now, Orihime? I don't have my club today so I can walk you to your place."

"Sure!" she replied brightly as she began to shove her notebook into her bag.

As she walked home with her friend she felt a little sad that she couldn't tell what her picture was of, but at the same time she was a little pleased. After all, nobody needed to know the true identity of her King of Berryland.

AN: Ah, Orihime… she's so sweet. ^_^

Well, I hope you found some amusement from this brief story. Feel free to leave a comment.