9-7-06
Shameless Renji-torture.
Title: “Boy's Own Camping Adventure”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Renji, Chad, Isshin/Urahara
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 307
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
“I’m never going camping again.”
“Umm.”
“It’s like being a street urchin, only people do this on purpose.”
“Umm.”
“Aren’t you going to say anything, Sado?”
“If you want to eat tonight, you’ll have to do the fishing.”
Renji looked up at the river.
“Kisuke, Kisuke, look! I caught us a boot!”
Renji hunkered down to the river, lifted Isshin and Urahara up, and threw them out of the water. Chad reached out and caught the two before they could rush back in and scare away even more fish.
Renji held completely still for a long time, before in a quick series of movements he left four fish up the bank.
Chad had a fire going, interrupted regularly by Isshin and Urahara sticking their hands in and out of the fire to see who could get closest.
Renji put the fish-on-sticks into the fire, when Chad said: “How long will the fish take?”
“Why?”
“It’s about to rain.”
As Chad finished speaking, sheets of rain suddenly started to pour down. They ran back inside the tent, where they sat, in the dark, with half-raw fish and wet clothes.
After a long silence, Chad said, “We should get out of these wet clothes.”
Renji yelped when he realized how his tent-mates would take that comment, as he was pounced on and stripped. “Ow, hey, you bastards, don’t touch me there.”
Chad tripped Isshin onto Urahara. As the two older men were suddenly distracted, Chad yanked Renji away and dragged him into a corner, as far away as possible.
“I never wanted to see that.”
Chad nodded. It only helped so much that the seeing was more a matter of hearing and feeling the occasional kick, as the sun had definitely set.
“Oh.” Renji looked up in alarm as Chad made a slight noise of surprise.
The tent collapsed.
Title: “Boy's Own Camping Adventure”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Renji, Chad, Isshin/Urahara
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 307
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
“I’m never going camping again.”
“Umm.”
“It’s like being a street urchin, only people do this on purpose.”
“Umm.”
“Aren’t you going to say anything, Sado?”
“If you want to eat tonight, you’ll have to do the fishing.”
Renji looked up at the river.
“Kisuke, Kisuke, look! I caught us a boot!”
Renji hunkered down to the river, lifted Isshin and Urahara up, and threw them out of the water. Chad reached out and caught the two before they could rush back in and scare away even more fish.
Renji held completely still for a long time, before in a quick series of movements he left four fish up the bank.
Chad had a fire going, interrupted regularly by Isshin and Urahara sticking their hands in and out of the fire to see who could get closest.
Renji put the fish-on-sticks into the fire, when Chad said: “How long will the fish take?”
“Why?”
“It’s about to rain.”
As Chad finished speaking, sheets of rain suddenly started to pour down. They ran back inside the tent, where they sat, in the dark, with half-raw fish and wet clothes.
After a long silence, Chad said, “We should get out of these wet clothes.”
Renji yelped when he realized how his tent-mates would take that comment, as he was pounced on and stripped. “Ow, hey, you bastards, don’t touch me there.”
Chad tripped Isshin onto Urahara. As the two older men were suddenly distracted, Chad yanked Renji away and dragged him into a corner, as far away as possible.
“I never wanted to see that.”
Chad nodded. It only helped so much that the seeing was more a matter of hearing and feeling the occasional kick, as the sun had definitely set.
“Oh.” Renji looked up in alarm as Chad made a slight noise of surprise.
The tent collapsed.