Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Admissions Under the Moon ❯ Admissions in the Morning ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Tite Kubo created the characters, which are licensed by Shonen Jump. I earn no money from the writing of this fan fiction and mean no harm to the anime/manga.

Someone was singing an infernal tune. Rukia blinked, feeling her head pounding and the aftertaste of sake on her tongue. Her sweaty body was warm and comfortable, and stuck to something. As she shifted, she felt heavy arms pinning her down and opened her eyes to a black dark pattern, reminding her of a snake or something else. A chiseled chin and bright red hair were visible also, and she felt stiff and sore. Yet her body tingled with pleasure and she felt herself smiling.

Then she silently giggled when she realized why she was so comfortable. Under her chest, another's rose and fell, and her ear perceived the steady strong thump of his heartbeat. Rukia lifted her head and noticed a very content smile across Renji Abarai's sleeping face. Fondly she pushed aside the curtain of red hair and memorized the markings he hid behind shades or a headband. A shy sensation draped around her all of a sudden, with how familiar they were with one another again.

Shyness morphed into awkwardness hearing footsteps increasing in volume with a humming voice. Rukia stiffened the closer the reiatsu trace moved towards the door. Renji's room was a small storage area in Uruhara's apartments, with polished wooden floors and several shelves piled with books, clothes and other trinkets Renji had acquired to make his life in this world more comfortable. Including phrase books in Japanese and English, piles of DVDS atop a Playmaker 5. The cords of two controllers were wrapped like coiled snakes beside it. A used 15-inch television sat next to the console, half covered with a bright red T-shirt with some garish logo on it. She recognized the band “Sonic Youth” and giggled.

Other T-shirts bore the names “Ramones,” “Metallica,” and “Tesla,” tossed here and there. Even an electric guitar of a design different from Ichigo's was nestled in a stand by a desk and chair with a broken back. Some of the furniture looked as if it had been salvaged from curbside pickup, a prime place for college and high school students to furnish their apartments.

She was surprised he didn't have cinderblock and plank shelves. Metal bookcases served him well enough for a wardrobe. A few colorful scarves and bandannas were hooked around the top of the bookcase, already tied. Even a grey school uniform was hanging up over the back of the door, the only clothing not strewn in a pile or folded on the shelves.

“Slob,” she chuckled, realizing it looked much like Ichigo's room before Yuzu got a hold of it. When that happened Ichigo calmly explained that he had three categories of laundry. One was the shirts on the bottom that were dirty for certain, while midway in the pile was reasonably clean, and those lying atop were still fine to wear more than once. Well when she meant patient, she added the qualifier that it constituted Ichigo's definition of patient, which was similar to her tattooed lover. Namely suppressing the urge to yell and speaking through gritted teeth with a forced smile on one's face.

Rukia then decided she didn't care if Urahara or someone happened to knock on the door. The loud knocking sound startled Renji and he groaned, blinking up at her. Amused, she glanced at the door and pressed a hand over his mouth to silence any comment. Reflexively his arms tightened around her, and his dark eyes blinked up with some measure of urgency.

“Time to wake up if you want any breakfast. And oh, don't forget to give the floors an extra layer of polish Mister Freeloader,” Urahara yawned. Renji blinked and winced, seeing Rukia's sweet face smiling down into his. Her lips were pressed together not in anger but in an attempt to stop from laughing.

“Mister Freeloader?” Rukia giggled, through Renji's hand that clapped over her mouth.

“Shh, quiet!” he whispered into her ear, tickling it. When Urahara's reiatsu faded, she leaned down and kissed Renji. He returned the greeting, and then both of them regarded one another with an unspoken question.

“Breakfast doesn't last long around here,” Renji complained. “And even though I don't WANT to get up, if we don't, Jinta, Ururu and Tessai will eat it for us.”

“Oh go fill that empty hole you call a stomach,” Rukia urged, sitting up on him and letting the blankets fall from around her shoulders. She grabbed her underwear and slipped it on once more.

“What about you?”

“I'm used to hiding in someone's room. I'll just borrow one of your shirts and pretend I'm coming in as a customer,” Rukia said sweetly, kissing his nose. Renji watched her admiringly as she climbed out of bed and picked up one of his shirts. Slowly she buttoned it around her and it hung to her knees.

“Hey, don't bother with that,” he began as she went around picking up shirts and folding them. “You're supposed to get back into bed and let ME bring you breakfast!”

“You'd better get cracking, Mister Freeloader,” she said as he climbed out of bed and grabbed a pair of jeans.

“Shut up, I do all sorts of crap around here!” Renji retorted, glaring at her. He stuck his tongue out, his head facing hers. Half tripping he pulled on his pants.

“Relax, I was only teasing,” Rukia reassured him with a playful gleam in her eyes.

Breathing a sigh of relief he resumed dressing, and then watched her bent over and revealed quite a nice view from where he stood. Blue cotton panties with small hearts on them rather than rabbits were a bit of a surprise. Yet like many young women in Japan, she liked cute underwear with cartoony patterns, such as Chappy the Rabbit, or Hello Kitty. Reposing in the altogether had brought him some unfortunately consequences so he had resorted to boxers.

“You stay here then and I'll bring you breakfast in bed,” he said with a smirk.

“Coffee?” Rukia asked, obediently--for now-- climbing back into Renji's blankets and stretching out on his bed. Technically though it was now their bed, she thought with pride.

“I'll bring you a cup, don't you worry,” said Renji. “And plenty of sugar.”

He bent down and kissed her for a lingering time. Slowly he rose and hunted for a hair tie. Bare chested with those glorious tattoos showing on his back and chest, he cinched his locks into a spiky ponytail. Snagging a black and white bandanna from the selection hanging from a shelf he tied it around his forehead. He carefully shut the door behind him before leaving Rukia alone with her thoughts. Sighing she enjoyed the sensation of the tattooed shinigami's clothes against her skin, knowing that the cloth have covered his glorious muscular chest. Just how any of Uruhara's crew or the master himself would react to seeing Rukia in Renji's bed flustered and amused her. Kisuke would probably tease both of them relentlessly and still flirt with her despite Renji threatening to slice him in half with Zabimaru. Sighing she sniffed the pillow that was saturated with Renji's scent and curled up to nap.

***

Something brushed against her lips. Rukia blinked up, laying on her back to peer up into the face of her lover Renji Abarai grinning at her. His nose dipped close and he whispered, “Wake up you silly girl.”

“I can think of more pleasant things to wake up to, but this will do I guess,” Rukia wrinkled her nose cutely. Her hands automatically linked behind his neck and tugged him down for another kiss. A bittersweet taste of hazelnut erupted on her tongue when Renji plunged his past her lips. Instead of spices, her lover now tasted of sugar, and other breakfast foods.

Instead of breaking away, Rukia slipped her fingers into his ponytail and played with it, causing Renji to moan a bit. More heavily, he straddled her, brushing his chest against hers and making the tips of her sensitive peaks tingle with the friction. Glancing over his shoulder once she broke the kiss she ran a hand down his spine, rubbing and massaging down the distinctive black markings. The red haired Shinigami sighed deeply, rubbing his cheek to hers and embracing her so tightly he was afraid she'd evaporate away. Emotions long locked away for so long were tumbling out and Renji could hardly stop his passion now ignited.

Once more Renji moved his lips to hers, and latched on. Now it was Rukia's turn to sigh with pleasure, thoroughly taste, and revel in the skill of his tongue and mouth. They enjoyed simply kissing each other, moving their faces in small circles, and dueling lips struggling for dominance. At times, Rukia slipped her mouth out from under his and Renji loved how she nibbled on his lower lip and swept her tongue across his palate. He was quite content to simply kiss her for a while, climbing off her hips then pulling the blankets down. Rukia parted her legs so he could lie between them, and flip them over so they were laying side by side on the narrow futon.

“I don't want to get up,” Rukia pouted, when they broke for air.

“Neither do I, but you need some food, love,” he said.

Her heart skipped a beat at the new endearment. Shyly she glanced away, turning over to see a plate of rice dumplings and eggs sunny side up sitting there on a plate. Renji sat up, and reached over her to grab a pair of chopsticks along with the plate. Setting it on his lap, he then picked up some of the food and held it before her mouth. Rukia let him feed her, enjoying the simple game he insisted on playing. He set the chopsticks down and then sat Indian style. Reaching for her wrist, he then tugged her towards him. She guessed correctly he wanted her to sit in his lap so she'd be more comfortable.

This time she sat crossways, hooking her knees over his left thigh, and Renji set the plate into her lap. It was easier to feed her and her right arm didn't ache draped around his neck. Spotting the travel mug she picked it up and sniffed it experimentally, smelling the sweet tang of hazelnut.

“I prefer the flavored coffees to the usual nasty brew,” Renji informed her.

“Then you don't' waste as much sugar,” she nodded. Once she had finished her last bite, Renji set the plate to the side with the chopsticks and wrapped his arm around her body.

“So what did Urahara have to say?” asked she. “Surely the old pervert must know I'm here.”

“He wouldn't stop grinning, the old goat,” Renji snorted. “Besides, you slept in quite a bit. It's already noon.”

“Oh damn,” she winced. “I promised I'd meet Orihime and go with her shopping today!”

“What time?” he asked, taking a sip of the coffee from the same mug himself. He passed it back to her and she swigged a bit.

“Well,” she said, holding the mug in the hand not around Renji's neck. “One pm…”

“Still time then,” Renji smirked. Rukia nodded, smiling hungrily as he leaned down for another kiss.

***

“You really cut it close, you blockhead,” Rukia complained forty-five minutes later as she and Renji dashed down the subway stairs. Hands clasped they threaded their way into the crowded lines pushing to the waiting trains.

“Hey, don't blame me! You were the one who wouldn't be satisfied wearing something I could have loaned you…,” she said, grunting as they were pushed along into the train. He grabbed her and pushed her in front of him so they could stand in the aisles. There were no seats and so that meant she grabbed onto one of the railings while he caught a hold of the bar overhead.

“Are you nuts? Not when Urahara has something that I could wear. What are you thinking Renji?”

“Are you ashamed that people will talk if you're wearing my clothes?” he asked her with a frown. He separated himself from her.

“No I… YIKES!” she shrieked as she felt someone touch her bottom. Suddenly she launched herself into Renji's arm, her face a shade of purple.

“What?” Renji asked. “Are you all right?”

“Someone touched me!” she shivered, outraged as Renji wrapped an arm around her.

“Son of a bitch,” Renji growled. “Next person to try it gets pounded.”

So saying he grabbed her and turned her so she faced him. Then his hand not holding the bar overhead covered her miniskirt-clad bottom. Rukia parted her legs a bit, pressing into his hip. This brought her face only to the middle of his chest. Her violet eyes glared menacingly around as other women hissed with an invisible pervert.

“Son of a bitch, I know he's here,” Renji whispered to her.

“I have an urge to throttle that slime ball now,” Rukia growled, letting go. Suddenly the woman nearest them yelped and Rukia leapt into the crowd. A loud strangled cry later and Renji pushed people aside to see Rukia's hand around the throat of an older man in a business suit barely taller than she did.

“You try that again and you'll answer to me you pervert! How DARE YOU touch me and all these other women!” Rukia hollered into the man's face.

“I didn't do it!” the man whined. Shocked faces glanced down at her, shaking the man so hard his teeth rattled. Women hid smiles and men blinked in horror and shock that someone would be as bold as to call out what seemed a silent plague.

“I suggest you apologize to her, before I leave you to her tender mercies,” Renji said as he reached beside her and grabbed the man by the front of his shirt.

“Leave me alone!” he yelped.

“Listen here you little shit. Nobody touches women like that and gets away with it. I don't know what sort of sick pervert you are, but if you don't apologize to my woman in three seconds I'll personally shove your head so far up your ass you won't see daylight again!”

“Renji, don't kill him,” Rukia cautioned. “You, say you're sorry and I'll let Renji let you go. Otherwise I'll leave you to my boyfriend's tender mercies.”

“I'm sorry!” the man whined.

“That's better,” Renji said, letting go of him. He glared angrily at everyone else on the train and wrapped a possessive arm around Rukia. His heart leapt when she referred to him as her boyfriend.

While she hated his alpha male display, she was secretly glad because of all the shame-faced women who had to put up with such stupidity. Smiling she wrapped her arms around Renji's waist and pressed herself to him. He grinned a bit, holding onto the bar overhead and reaching his hand to cover her backside again.

Rukia realized it would take some getting used to. Yet she liked the change in their relationship since they made their admissions.