[Drabble] - My Strawberry Valentine
[Title]: My Strawberry Valentine
[Characters]: Abarai Renji and Kurosaki Ichigo
[Summary]: Ichigo doesn't really care for strawberries but Renji seems to really like them.
[Word Count]: 385
[Finished]: 09.February.2008
[Beta]: Not beta-read
[Warnings]: This will make a lot more sense if you're aware that strawberry in Japanese, is ICHIGO.
[Notes]: I didn't say this before but in order to write these Valentine's drabbles, I wrote down a series of pairings and went looking for inspiration. This mini-comic was what inspired this drabble, well the top panel, really.
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters©Kubo Tite
Ichigo stared at the plastic box, neatly wrapped in red cellophane, set in front of him on the kitchen table. “And what am I suppose to do with this, Renji?”
Renji looked puzzled. “You unwrap it and see what’s inside!” He added condescendingly, “it’s called a present.”
“What’s the point?” Ichigo shrugged. “I already know what’s inside. I can see it through the wrapping. It’s just strawberries!” He pointed out the obvious.
“So you unwrap it and eat them!” Renji was getting impatience. What was his problem? Hadn’t he heard of Valentine’s Day gifts?
“I don’t like strawberries,” the substitute shinigami clarified, “so there really isn’t a point to me opening it, is there? It would just spoil them.” The orange-haired boy moved away.
“Fine! Suit yourself, then,” Renji replied, annoyed, sating at the table and unwrapping the box with the fruit and taking one out.
Ichigo watched from the door as Renji, sitting at the table, gulped strawberry after strawberry. “What ’r you doin’?” he asked, incensed by the display of flippancy shown to the strawberry.
“Exactly what it looks like. Eating strawberries,” Renji answered, grinning, while biting the next and raising his eyebrows.
Ichigo sat in the chair next to Renji’s and pointed to the box. “Weren’t those supposed to be a present for me?”
“You don’t like strawberries!” Renji replied in the same tone Ichigo had used before. “And seeing as I really like them…” He gulped another one.
“At least you should eat them properly!” Ichigo took a strawberry from the plastic box and explained: “You have to hold it firmly, but gently.” He licked the narrow side and the bit the red fruit.
Renji gulped, his eyes not missing a thing of what was going on between Ichigo and that strawberry.
“Then you lick the yummy, squishy interior, where the strawberry is the sweetest.” Ichigo did so in demonstration.
Renji groaned, the jeans, he’d been using here in the Real World, tightened considerably at the sight before him. A drop of the fruit’s juice escaped Ichigo’s lower lip and trickled down his chin; Renji lunged at the orange-haired boy, holding his arms, firmly but gently and then licking the wayward drop and tasting the strawberry in Ichigo’s mouth, sucking the tongue and biting the lips.
“What’ch doin’?”
“Eating strawberry properly.”
February2008©MarinLiliz
[Characters]: Abarai Renji and Kurosaki Ichigo
[Summary]: Ichigo doesn't really care for strawberries but Renji seems to really like them.
[Word Count]: 385
[Finished]: 09.February.2008
[Beta]: Not beta-read
[Warnings]: This will make a lot more sense if you're aware that strawberry in Japanese, is ICHIGO.
[Notes]: I didn't say this before but in order to write these Valentine's drabbles, I wrote down a series of pairings and went looking for inspiration. This mini-comic was what inspired this drabble, well the top panel, really.
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters©Kubo Tite
Ichigo stared at the plastic box, neatly wrapped in red cellophane, set in front of him on the kitchen table. “And what am I suppose to do with this, Renji?”
Renji looked puzzled. “You unwrap it and see what’s inside!” He added condescendingly, “it’s called a present.”
“What’s the point?” Ichigo shrugged. “I already know what’s inside. I can see it through the wrapping. It’s just strawberries!” He pointed out the obvious.
“So you unwrap it and eat them!” Renji was getting impatience. What was his problem? Hadn’t he heard of Valentine’s Day gifts?
“I don’t like strawberries,” the substitute shinigami clarified, “so there really isn’t a point to me opening it, is there? It would just spoil them.” The orange-haired boy moved away.
“Fine! Suit yourself, then,” Renji replied, annoyed, sating at the table and unwrapping the box with the fruit and taking one out.
Ichigo watched from the door as Renji, sitting at the table, gulped strawberry after strawberry. “What ’r you doin’?” he asked, incensed by the display of flippancy shown to the strawberry.
“Exactly what it looks like. Eating strawberries,” Renji answered, grinning, while biting the next and raising his eyebrows.
Ichigo sat in the chair next to Renji’s and pointed to the box. “Weren’t those supposed to be a present for me?”
“You don’t like strawberries!” Renji replied in the same tone Ichigo had used before. “And seeing as I really like them…” He gulped another one.
“At least you should eat them properly!” Ichigo took a strawberry from the plastic box and explained: “You have to hold it firmly, but gently.” He licked the narrow side and the bit the red fruit.
Renji gulped, his eyes not missing a thing of what was going on between Ichigo and that strawberry.
“Then you lick the yummy, squishy interior, where the strawberry is the sweetest.” Ichigo did so in demonstration.
Renji groaned, the jeans, he’d been using here in the Real World, tightened considerably at the sight before him. A drop of the fruit’s juice escaped Ichigo’s lower lip and trickled down his chin; Renji lunged at the orange-haired boy, holding his arms, firmly but gently and then licking the wayward drop and tasting the strawberry in Ichigo’s mouth, sucking the tongue and biting the lips.
“What’ch doin’?”
“Eating strawberry properly.”
February2008©MarinLiliz