Fic; Bleach; Renji/Ichigo
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I went to school happy today simply because there was two new Bleach episodes up. THIS IS A DISEASE.
Title: Weddings
Author: black_goose
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo
Word count: 817
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #29 Drunken Brawl
"You," said Renji, with only a slight slur in his voice, "aren't very nice to me."
Ichigo tried to focus on him, but it was difficult when there was at least two of him. They have drunk - he tried to count - a lot of wine, but they are at a wedding and what else are you supposed to do at a wedding?
"Whaddya mean?" Ichigo asked, as he watched a giggling Orihime fall into Ishida's arms, who remained the lone sober person in the room. "Inoue looks nice," he added, almost absent-mindedly.
"No." Renji said firmly, possibly trying to point at him but really pointing over his right shoulder at an unconscious Chad. "You had your chance. Anyway, it's not Inoue anymore, it's... Ithida?" He shook his head, as if attempting to clear his ears of water. Anyway," he went on, almost sounding as if he know what he was talking about, "you have never been nice to me."
"I don't-" Ichigo lifted his head off of the table. "- know what you're talking about."
"It's not my fault you nearly got Rukia killed." Renji sounded sulky. "You didn't have to almost kill me."
"You almost killed me too" Ichigo said in outrage, the effect of which was spoiled rather by the fact that he wasn't even looking anywhere near him. "It was self-defence!"
"And then you tried to beat me up when I came to your school." Renji looked almost heartbroken and was clearly not listening to a word that Ichigo was saying.
"That's because you were dressed like you were from the 60s. And then when you left everyone thought I was gay."
"That would explain a lot," muttered Renji into his drink.
Ichigo stood up slowly, his face full of thunder. His foot caught on his chair; he stumbled and almost fell over, but regained his balance at the last moment and straightened up, a slight pink tinge on his cheeks. "I'm not gay," he hissed.
Renji sneered at him. "Really? What kind of a gay name is 'Strawberry', anyway?"
"It's not 'Strawberry'," yelled Ichigo. Chad woke with a start. "It means - it means something I can't remember right now, but it's not 'Strawberry'."
Renji watched impassively. "Then how do you explain that you don't even care about any of the girls who've thrown themselves at you?"
"It's not that I don't care about them." Ichigo said, slightly uncomfortable. "I've just known them for too long."
"What about her?" Renji asked, pointing to a pretty brunette from Ishida's side of the family. "Would you sleep with her?"
Ichigo looked at her for a long time. "I don't know," he said finally. "She's not really my type."
"That's because your type is men." Renji nodded sagely.
"I'm not gay!" Ichigo yelled again, and then tried to punch him. He missed completely. For Renji, this didn't matter - the intent was still there, and so he launched himself forward with a yell.
The fight lasted barely five minutes: both men were simply too drunk to cause any damage and the fight was made up of bad aim and immature insults. Eventually Ichigo became sick of it and jumped forward: Renji caught him and, spinning him around, slammed him against the bar.
The spark of attraction that came from realising his friend was quite hot had long passed that in Ichigo's mind. The sleepless night were long gone, replaced by dreams that touched upon uncomfortable and made awkward the new emotion between them. Every touch was felt for minutes afterwards, and though Renji hadn't seemed to have noticed anything, Ichigo went out of his way to avoid the slightest touch. The drink tonight accounted for the overabundance of contact, and also possibly for what Renji was doing.
The simple crush of lips moved on. Ichigo reacted and it became harder; the battened down lust overflowed and he soon pulled Renji towards him with insistent hands that shook only a little. Renji's hands tangled in his hair as his tongue moved past Ichigo's lips, and Ichigo was suddenly glad that he was being held up, even if it was against the hard, unrelenting bar.
Between the pulses of blood in his ears, he became aware of yelling. Renji pulled away, clearly also hearing it, and both realised with horror that a spotlight was trained on them. Blinking, Ichigo could just make out that it was Rukia who had positioned it on them. He shielded his face: everyone was staring at them, some, like a fair few of the shinigami, laughing, others, like Orihime, Rukia and Tatsuki, cheering.
"RUKIA!" Renji gave chase to the girl with a murderous expression on his face. Rukia barely had to run, being the rather more sober one. Ichigo took a sip of his drink and smiled as he watched the two.
"I love weddings," he said to an unconscious Chad.
I went to school happy today simply because there was two new Bleach episodes up. THIS IS A DISEASE.
Title: Weddings
Author: black_goose
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo
Word count: 817
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #29 Drunken Brawl
"You," said Renji, with only a slight slur in his voice, "aren't very nice to me."
Ichigo tried to focus on him, but it was difficult when there was at least two of him. They have drunk - he tried to count - a lot of wine, but they are at a wedding and what else are you supposed to do at a wedding?
"Whaddya mean?" Ichigo asked, as he watched a giggling Orihime fall into Ishida's arms, who remained the lone sober person in the room. "Inoue looks nice," he added, almost absent-mindedly.
"No." Renji said firmly, possibly trying to point at him but really pointing over his right shoulder at an unconscious Chad. "You had your chance. Anyway, it's not Inoue anymore, it's... Ithida?" He shook his head, as if attempting to clear his ears of water. Anyway," he went on, almost sounding as if he know what he was talking about, "you have never been nice to me."
"I don't-" Ichigo lifted his head off of the table. "- know what you're talking about."
"It's not my fault you nearly got Rukia killed." Renji sounded sulky. "You didn't have to almost kill me."
"You almost killed me too" Ichigo said in outrage, the effect of which was spoiled rather by the fact that he wasn't even looking anywhere near him. "It was self-defence!"
"And then you tried to beat me up when I came to your school." Renji looked almost heartbroken and was clearly not listening to a word that Ichigo was saying.
"That's because you were dressed like you were from the 60s. And then when you left everyone thought I was gay."
"That would explain a lot," muttered Renji into his drink.
Ichigo stood up slowly, his face full of thunder. His foot caught on his chair; he stumbled and almost fell over, but regained his balance at the last moment and straightened up, a slight pink tinge on his cheeks. "I'm not gay," he hissed.
Renji sneered at him. "Really? What kind of a gay name is 'Strawberry', anyway?"
"It's not 'Strawberry'," yelled Ichigo. Chad woke with a start. "It means - it means something I can't remember right now, but it's not 'Strawberry'."
Renji watched impassively. "Then how do you explain that you don't even care about any of the girls who've thrown themselves at you?"
"It's not that I don't care about them." Ichigo said, slightly uncomfortable. "I've just known them for too long."
"What about her?" Renji asked, pointing to a pretty brunette from Ishida's side of the family. "Would you sleep with her?"
Ichigo looked at her for a long time. "I don't know," he said finally. "She's not really my type."
"That's because your type is men." Renji nodded sagely.
"I'm not gay!" Ichigo yelled again, and then tried to punch him. He missed completely. For Renji, this didn't matter - the intent was still there, and so he launched himself forward with a yell.
The fight lasted barely five minutes: both men were simply too drunk to cause any damage and the fight was made up of bad aim and immature insults. Eventually Ichigo became sick of it and jumped forward: Renji caught him and, spinning him around, slammed him against the bar.
The spark of attraction that came from realising his friend was quite hot had long passed that in Ichigo's mind. The sleepless night were long gone, replaced by dreams that touched upon uncomfortable and made awkward the new emotion between them. Every touch was felt for minutes afterwards, and though Renji hadn't seemed to have noticed anything, Ichigo went out of his way to avoid the slightest touch. The drink tonight accounted for the overabundance of contact, and also possibly for what Renji was doing.
The simple crush of lips moved on. Ichigo reacted and it became harder; the battened down lust overflowed and he soon pulled Renji towards him with insistent hands that shook only a little. Renji's hands tangled in his hair as his tongue moved past Ichigo's lips, and Ichigo was suddenly glad that he was being held up, even if it was against the hard, unrelenting bar.
Between the pulses of blood in his ears, he became aware of yelling. Renji pulled away, clearly also hearing it, and both realised with horror that a spotlight was trained on them. Blinking, Ichigo could just make out that it was Rukia who had positioned it on them. He shielded his face: everyone was staring at them, some, like a fair few of the shinigami, laughing, others, like Orihime, Rukia and Tatsuki, cheering.
"RUKIA!" Renji gave chase to the girl with a murderous expression on his face. Rukia barely had to run, being the rather more sober one. Ichigo took a sip of his drink and smiled as he watched the two.
"I love weddings," he said to an unconscious Chad.