A quickie
A little something my tired mind came up with today. Dedicated to God, since I don't know when I'll have some time to sent her a long mail.
One of a series of Ura/Ichi drabbles.
Tittle : Sharing
Pairing : Urahara/Ichigo
Rating: T
Warnings: cursing, grammar (as it was not betaed)
Disclaimer: Maru own nothing
Summary: Um... sharing is caring?
- Hey, you perverted bastard, let go. - They were walking down the street on their way back to the Shouten from a little shopping excursion. The sun was low in the sky, the clouds orange and red in the last of light it gave, a few stars already up. There was a slight breeze all the more adding to the pleasant atmosphere. But trust Urahara to spoil the moment.
- Huh? What is it Kurosaki-kun? - The shopkeeper looked at the teen with an innocent smile. At least that was what it was supposed to be - Ichigo would never fall for that.
- Stop playing dumb. I said "let go". - He tugged at their entwined hands. Didn't he know people could see them?
- "Let go" of what? - Ichigo glared at him wondering if the blonde was seriously that stupid or if he had a death-wish.
- My hand, you moron. You're holding my hand.
- Oh? What do you know, I really am holding your hand. How did that happen? - The teen scowled.
- That's why I told you to let it go.
- What are you scared of? It's not like I'm doing anything bad with it. - Urahara swung their hands playfully.
- Not yet. But knowing how perverted your mind is you're sure to come up with something dirty soon enough. Let go already.
- But why?
- Because it's my hand, dammit! - Ichigo had had it at this point, blood boiling. He ripped his hand out of the blonde's grasp using more strength then needed, the shopkeeper actually loosening his hold on his hand.
- Now aren't we stingy, Kurosaki-kun. I thought that being lovers meant sharing everything with each other, especially our bodies. I'm hurt. - Ichigo ignored the hurt look Urahara sent him and continued walking in silence. He looked back when he noticed Kisuke wasn't following him. He just stood in place, his head bowed down, his face successfully hidden behind his hat.
- What is it now? - the teen asked crossing his arms.
- Are you ashamed of me? - Now that wasn't exactly what the teen expected. All anger was replaced by guilt.
- Wha...? No! Of course not. - Ichigo rushed back to where his lover stood and grasped his shoulders. - It's not that I'm asha... - The slight shaking of Urahara's body made his stop his explanation. He leaned down to cast a glance at the blonde's still hidden face only to learn that, indeed, the man was trying his best to suppress laughter. He pushed his away, Urahara tripping and falling down on his ass, though that didn't stop him from sniggering.
- Ow... - He wheezed doing his best to calm down a little. - That did hurt. - He held out his hands towards the scowling teen. - Won't you help me? The ground is cold.
- You can stay there for all I care. - He answered and turned around ready to ga back to the shop. - But if you won't hurry up there won't be any "body-sharing" tonight. - He needn't repeat himself. Before he knew it he was picked up end shunpo-ed to the Shouten. Urahara would never miss an occasion to share.
Now... back to kanji.