Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Abarai's Advice for Dating ❯ Competition ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. I earn no money writing this fan fiction.

Chapter 4

 

“Nice going,” Ichigo agreed. “Damn, Orihime where've you been hiding THOSE moves?”

 

“What the hell were you two thinking?” Renji shouted at Rukia. “Taking on so many hollows by yourselves? Dammit!”

 

“Well excuse US for trying to defend ourselves while you morons dragged your asses getting here! I guess you'd prefer it if we ended up half eaten instead while you played hero?” Rukia shouted back. Leaning heavily on her sword she stumbled a bit, glaring angrily at Renji.

 

“Oh no, not again,” Orihime mumbled, gripping the front of Ichigo's uniform top tightly. Protectively he wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her tightly to himself, not giving a damn who could see them. His stomach was still twisted in knots at the thought of anything ELSE happening to her.

 

“Who the hell cares? We're alive so give us a break, Rukia!” Ichigo shouted. “Can't you two ever shut the hell up for once?”

 

Simultaneously Renji and Rukia's heads swiveled towards the other couple and they both shouted, “Butt out, kids!”

 

“Please just stop it!” Orihime finally shrilled. Her voice cut through the growling in the throats of the three soul reapers and they looked at blinking.

 

“What?” Renji managed to get out as he clapped his hands over his ears and Rukia rolled her eyes.

 

“Orihime, settle down,” Ichigo whispered in her ear. Gently he rubbed her shoulder for reassurance. She trembled from head to toe, her jaw clenched and her eyes tightly squeezed shut.

 

“I'm so sick of everyone yelling at each other! We're alive! And doesn't anyone want tea? I left the kettle on and if I don't get back in time the apartment might burn down and I don't want to have to move again!” Orihime babbled on. Rukia and Renji simply blinked at the blue streak she was talking, unable to get a word in edgewise.

 

“Damn, my ears,” Renji cursed. Rukia hid a giggle behind her hand and stumbled again, only to feel Renji catch her about the waist before she collapsed in exhaustion.

 

“She's right. Let's just get the hell out of here okay?” Ichigo nodded, having gotten their attention.

 

“Fine, but you'd better have some decent stuff in your fridge, Inoue,” Renji glared at Orihime.

 

“Oh you read my mind! We've got gallons of ice cream left over!” Orihime said cheerfully, smiling one of those sickenly, sweet smiles that made Renji's teeth hurt.

 

“Let's go then,” Renji said quickly, interrupting Ichigo or Rukia's next words. His hands swept Rukia up under the knees and arms until he held her close to his chest love cradle style.

 

“Hey, I can walk, thank you,” Rukia fumed as she pounded on his chest.

 

“All right, that does it. Let's go Orihime. Let those two blockheads argue if they want,” Ichigo intimated with a toss of his head. Orihime smiled gratefully and slipped her hand into his. With his other hand, he sheathed Zangetsu and led her away from the arguing hot heads.

 

“Just shut up will you before I throw you over my shoulder!” Renji finally snapped, tossing her up. Rukia let out an inelegant yelp as he caught her by the waist and dangled her over his shoulder.

 

“Put me down you big ox!” Rukia yelled, her voice echoing in the abandoned streets.

 

“C'mon, let's move faster,” Ichigo said, letting go of Orihime's hand. He dropped to a squat, and motioned for her to get on his back. With a grin, she trotted around and took hold of his shoulder. His arms made stirrups for her and she slid her arms around his neck.

 

“Giddi-yup!” Orihime laughed, digging her ankles into his sides. Ichigo winced, feeling a bit sore in the ribs but tingling with the feel of her wrapped around his back.

 

“Not too tight now…” he said with a fond chuckle. “Hang on here we go!”

 

She shrieked with delight as Ichigo launched himself into the air. He alit on the nearest phone pole, and then rapidly sprinted along the wire. Orihime enjoyed the feel of flying freely, laughing all the way, and hugging his back tightly. She always enjoyed it when he did this, and it was a rare treat. Both were glad to leave the shouts of the older couple far behind.

 

“Ichigo, why don't you just um… stay at my place tonight,” Orihime whispered in his ear. When she heard silence, in return she was worried she had said something wrong.

 

“Um… you sure it's not putting you out? I mean Matsumoto…”

 

“Isn't here. She's off with Toshiro and the others. They went back to Soul Society so nobody else is there… except for Renji and Rukia… if they don't stop arguing,” Orihime said. “But we don't have to if you don't want to… and if you want to get your body.”

 

“No, it's okay,” Ichigo reassured her, hearing the regret in her voice. “I could use some ice cream. I don't really want to go back just yet. Dad's been jumping out of every corner and well.”

 

“I have sherbet and sprinkles, and some bean jam,” Orihime said.

 

“Whatever you want. Let's just see if we can stop those two from arguing before I get a headache,” Ichigo mumbled, hearing the voices of Rukia and Renji still heatedly arguing.

 

“I guess they'll be helping us eat all that ice cream after all. I hope I have enough pickles,” Orihime said.

 

“You sure you don't have some wasabi? I know Renji LOVES that,” Ichigo said, with a mischievous grin.

 

“I think I have some left over from dinner last night…” she mused, rubbing his neck lightly. Wisps of her auburn hair tickled his nose and he enjoyed the smell of her and the warmth of her body pressing so close.

 

Ichigo remembered that he had allowed Kon to use his body earlier. He did not even want to think of what the mod soul was up to now, and Renji had abandoned his Gigai at Urahara's shop. As for Rukia, he guessed she had left hers at his place.

 

“Rukia's body is back at the apartment… I wonder if Renji will go back for his.” Orihime said.

 

“Oh… well if you want me to go back and get mine… that is if Kon hasn't done something stupid…” Ichigo trailed off.

 

“No, it's okay. I talk to myself all the time, so if I'm talking to you it's nothing weird,” Orihime interrupted, her breath hot against his ear. Ichigo felt hot blood flush in his face when she brushed a soft kiss to his temple.

 

“Um, you might want to be careful. I don't want to drop you, Orihime,” Ichigo cautioned with a nervous laugh.

 

“I'm sorry! I forgot you don't like it if I horse around while you're carrying me,” Orihime apologized. He chuckled again, realizing she had said 'Horse around' so comfortably. Perhaps that bade well for the evening's activities? It was so cute sometimes that it was refreshing than being pounded and yanked on all the time.

***

A few minutes behind them, Renji struggled with a complaining Rukia. She pounded hard on his back with her fists, yelling even more loudly than Orihime had. Just what was her problem he wondered, unless she was doing it deliberately to keep her distance in front of the strawberry and his girlfriend? At that point, Renji did not care; his stomach was twisted into ravenous knots.

 

“Shut up,” he hissed, giving her backside a swat.

 

“Do that again and I'll kick you so hard you'll duck walk back to Urahara's store!” Rukia hissed.

 

“You want to beat up on me so badly alone, eh?” Renji whispered.

 

“Insufferable jerk,” Rukia huffed.

 

“That does it,” Renji growled, landing on a nearby rooftop. Again, he swung her struggling body around and she twisted from his grasp. However, he was far stronger and managed to wrestle her so she was forced against one hip.

 

“Stop throwing me around… you bas…” Rukia again shouted.

 

Renji's lips sealing hers off silenced her next words. Firmly he held her trapped against his body, her feet dangling as he gripped her backside and squeezed it. So shocked was she at such a spontaneous display of affection that her lips opened and he seized the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside. He was pleased when her fists stopped pounding him and her arms wound around his neck instead. Shifting her to his front, he grasped the nape of her neck, and repositioned one hand around the back of her thigh to wrap it around his waist.

 

It took a great deal of self-control not to simply toss her down on the roof and ravage her there. Therefore, Renji reluctantly ended the kiss, simply holding her off her feet and squeezing her tightly to himself. Rukia panted her blood pounding hot and her body tingling in places it had not for a good while. Her arms still wrapped around his neck and she buried her face into his shoulder.

 

“Are you going to behave now?” Renji whispered.

 

“Kiss me like that again and I may,” Rukia murmured back.

 

“I'd love to, but I'm starving in another way,” he said.

 

“Let's hurry up and catch up to Ichigo and Orihime before they start to wonder if we'd killed each other or not, dummy,” Rukia panted.

 

“No more fighting me till we get alone then or I may drop you,” Renji warned.

 

“And have my brother kick your ass?” Rukia teased, nipping his ear. Renji laughed happily and jumped of f the roof, Rukia cradled in his arms. This time she held onto him by winding her legs around his hips so he could easily jump and grab onto the phone poles with one hand free.