Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Letting Go ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: broken_angel 
Renji takes Axel out drinking. Chaos ensues.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 02.10.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 206 | Status: Work In Progress
Renji takes Axel out drinking. Chaos ensues.
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 02.10.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 206 | Status: Work In Progress
Renji just didn't know what to say to Axel's admission. There really wasn't a way for Axel to see his still living loved one, not right now. The only possible way would be for him to become a shinigami and then go on patrol in the real world and find the man he left behind. Renji considered telling this to the depressed red-head, but decided against in. He didn't want to get the guys hopes up unnecessarily. Not everyone in Soul Society could become a shinigami, and even those that did have enough spiritual power to become one had to endure years of schooling to learn how to control that power properly. No, best not to get his hopes up.
"You know, you sound like you could use a drink," Renji said, throwing an arm around Axel's shoulders. "I know this great place and you can meet some of my friends here," he said, leading them off down the row.
A while later, Axel sat at a table between Renji and a bald, loud-mouth that had been introduced to him as Ikkaku. The feathery pretty boy that seemed to have a penchant for bondage, if the strange orange collar he wore was any indicator, flouncy around on Ikkaku's lap was named Yumichika. Next was Shuuhei, a man who, if it was possible, had more tattoos than Renji. Sitting next to Shuuhei, but seeming apart from the group, was a petulant blonde named Kira. Trying to bring Kira into the raucous conversation that was picking up among the tables members was a pair of walking tits that was attached to some strawberry blonde hair. Axel wasn't sure, he hadn't been paying attention once he'd spied her, but he thought Renji had introduced the walking tits ...er the woman, as Matsumoto. Between her and Renji sat some American military man wannabe in sunglasses, named Iba.
"You made it sound more like we were going to a bar," Axel said to Renji. "What are we doing at your friend's place?" he asked, suspicion in his voice.
"I never said we were going to a bar of any kind," Renji said. "Thought you could use a drink and took you to a great place I know of for a good drink," he said. "This is the best place to get a drink in Soul Society."
Axel downed another cup of sake, the alcohol burning on its way down his throat. He sat back, listening to the conversations going on around him, a small smile playing about his lips despite himself. Whenever the couple next to him got too hot and heavy, the rest of the group would yell at them to get a room, which would promptly break them apart. Usually accompanied by a muttered fuck off from Ikkaku as Yumichika hid his blushing cheeks against his shoulder. In between the make-out sessions, Ikkaku would play jan-ken-po and have drinking contests with Iba, claiming it was to see who would get the high ground the next time they fought.
Matsumoto, who was already quite drunk, was throwing herself at Kira, 'complaints' about how large her breasts were drawing his eyes to them repeatedly. Shuuhei was trying to keep her hands out of Kira's shirt, all the while trying to slip his own hands down the blonde's pants.
"You're friends are kinda perverted, aren't they?" Axel asked Renji, looking around at the room's occupants.
Renji shrugged. "Sometimes, you gotta take your fun where you can find it," Renji said and downed another cup of sake.
Axel smirked. "Yeah, I understand that. But, I have to say, if Ikkaku sticks his finger up Yumichika's ass one more time, I might just have to cut his arm off," he said with a jovial smile.
Everyone in the room turned to stare at the couple. Yumichika hid another blush against Ikkaku's shoulders. Ikkaku shot a glare at the new red head in the group. He didn't know why Renji had brought the stranger to their drinking group. He wasn't quite happy with the vice-captain's decision to include the man. He wasn't even completely dressed, only wearing a simple white undershirt with his hakama, and his shirt wasn't even closed. What kind of slob was this guy. He didn't even have his zanpakto with him.
"You and what sword?" Ikkaku scoffed. "You forget your sword in the barracks?"
"I don't need a sword to kick your ass," Axel said, clenching his fists at his side, desperately wanting to feel his chakram in his hands, but not wanting to try calling them for fear that they wouldn't come to him. Like the darkness refusing to answer his call earlier.
"Wouldn't want to pick on someone that doesn't know how to fight," Ikkaku said with a smirk, nuzzling Yumichika's neck.
"So, if I don't have a sword, I don't know how to fight?" Axel asked, looking around the room. "That really doesn't make sense. I would think that if you can't go toe to toe with me without a sword, it would be you that doesn't know how to fight."
Iba smirked. "He's got you there," he said on a laugh.
Ikkaku glared at his friend, then slid his glare to Axel. "Fancy talker, but can you really fight?" he asked.
Axel smirked. He was under the guy's skin. It was always so much fun to fight when you were under someone's skin. "I can fight, but I don't think just saying so is going to be enough for you. I'd say let's fight, but with all these people in here, there really isn't any room," Axel said. "So, if that's going to be the case, where can we go to have a good fight without worrying about breaking stuff?"
"You could use one of the divisions' training halls," Kira said, no longer trying to squirm away from the hands molesting him. "But they're all closed at this time of night," he added, pointing out the window to the night darkened sky.
"Not the 11th division's training hall. It's open all the time, so that anyone from the division can come in and use it," Yumichika said, lifting his face from Ikkaku's shoulder. "You could fight there."
"That works for me. Let's go baldy," Axel said, a smirk playing about the corners of his lips.
Ikkaku squaked his outrage at the much hated nickname. "Don't call me BALDY!" He stood up, Yumichika in his arms still and headed for the door. "Follow me and I'll show you a proper ass-kicking," he said, heading towards the door, Yumichika fussing in his arms about being able to walk just fine by himself.
Axel watched them leave and then looked at the rest of the group. "So, anyone else here know where they're going, or am I just supposed to guess?" he asked.
Renji stood up, a little wobbley on his feet from all the alcohol they had consumed. "Yeah, I know the way. Don't know why you would want to fight when you been drinking, but it's your funeral .... err, party," he said as he headed towards the door.
"This could be fun," Shuuhei said, getting to his feet and pulling Kira to his own. Iba was already standing and helping Matsumoto to her feet. Axel quickly finished off the bottle they had been working on and stood as well.
"Lead the way," Axel said, motioning towards the door, waiting for Renji to head out first.
The group reached the training hall in short order, to find Ikkaku waiting, rather impatiently, and Yumichika trying to calm him down.
"Took you slackers long enough to get here," Ikkaku raged when they walked in. He jumped at Axel as soon as he'd walked in the room, swinging a kick at his head, which he ducked, swinging a fist at Ikkaku's midsection in return. Ikkaku twisted to avoid the attack, but the fist still hit him in the ribs, knocking him off balance, causing him to land on one knee.
"That's not nice. Attacking me before I'm ready. Is that the kind of honor you have?" Axel asked, walking to the center of the room to stand facing his opponent.
Ikkaku was back on his feet quickly, heading towards Axel. "Looks like you're ready now," he said as he launched another attack, his fists flying at the other man's head. Axel managed to dodge most of them, sending counterattacks toward the other man, landing a few blows. The two men circled around the hall, throwing punches, kicks flying, attacks landing and being dodged for quite some time. After about 10 minutes of them fighting, Axel managed to land a solid kick that sent Ikkaku flying.
"Damn you," Ikkaku growled, getting back up from the floor, bruises blossoming on his left cheek and he could feel several sore spots on his stomach and arms that would be turning shades of purple and blue before the night was out. He was frustrated that this fool was not only keeping up with him, but also managing to land some blows on him. Some solid blows, that would hurt in the morning. Ikkaku grinned. When this guy got fully trained and had a zanpakto of his own, it would be one hell of a fight. For now, though, Axel was just pissing him off. Some untrained nobody was fighting equally with him. Ikkaku pulled Houzukimaru from his sheath and attacked the red head with the bladed weapon.
Axel saw the blade coming for his head, but had no way to block the impending attack. Oh, how he wished he had his chakram. He raised his arms up in a feeble attempt to block the coming blow. It wouldn't do anything to actually stop the attack, but it gave the illusion that it would help, that it would stop the attack and save his life. It was a very limited illusion and he was right back to wanting his chakram in his hands. He wanted it so bad, in fact, that he could almost feel the weapons in his hands, the cool metal heating up in his palms. Then, he noticed that Ikkaku had stopped his attack, his eyes glued to Axel's raised hands.
Axel looked to his raised hands and couldn't believe his eyes. His chakram had come to his call, had not abandoned him like the darkness had. He spun the weapons around on his hands, delight plain on his face at having his weapons. Gripping them tight, he took up a fighting stance and looked at Ikkaku. "Still want to fight?" he asked with a grin.
"Okay, you two, I don't think you should be fighting with bladed weapons when you've been drinking," Matsumoto said, moving to stand between the two men. "And as a responsible ranked officer here, I'm telling both of you to stop now."
Ikkaku scoffed at her, but Yumichika stepping close and putting a gentle hand on his shoulder had him backing down and resheathing Houzukimaru. Turning towards his lover, Ikkaku nuzzled against the other man's neck.
"Let's go back home, Yumi. There was still some sake left. Probably about half a bottle," Ikkaku said, wrapping an arm around the slighter man's waist.
"Actually, Axel finished it off before we headed over here," Iba said, a frown on his face.
Ikkaku gaped at Axel. "You finished the rest of the bottle?"
Axel nodded. "Yeah. Pretty good shit."
"Thanks. Next time you can buy," Ikkaku said as he led Yumichika off towards their home.
"Come on. Still need to get you settled in," Renji said, grabbing Axel by the back of his neck and leading him off towards his home.
They reached Renji's apartment in a couple minutes. Really, a person could walk anywhere in the Court of Pure Souls in a matter of minutes. Renji led Axel into the apartment. Since he was a vice captain, he got slightly large rooms than other officers.
"Are you going to sleep with those things?" Renji asked, pointing to Axel's chakram that he still carried with him.
Axel really didn't want to send them away. He still didn't trust that they would come to his summons all the time. Or even the next time he needed them.
"How did you even get them? You haven't even been given a zanpakto yet?" Renji said.
"They were my weapons when I was alive," Axel said. "I was kind of afraid that I'd lost them."
"Well, it looks like they're your shikai. Try sending them back to wherever you normally keep them," Renji suggested.
Axel kneeled down on the floor and concentrated for a moment, his chakrams set on his lap, and tried to dematerialized the weapons. One minute he was holding his chakram, and the next he was holding a sheathed katana across his lap. He picked the sword up and examined it, slipping it from the sheath a little to look at the blade.
"So, this will turn back into my chakram with a little practice?" he asked Renji, holding up the sword for the other man to see.
"Yeah," Renji said, pulling a bottle and two cups from the shelves. "Don't worry about it for now. I'm sure once Captain Kuchiki knows about what happened, he'll make arrangements," Renji assured the other man, setting the bottle down on a low table.
"Sorry, I don't have nicer stuff, but it works for me," Renji said as he sat down on a slightly battered cushion, motioning for Axel to take a seat as well and poured them each a drink. The two of them drank in silence for a while, emptying the bottle before either of them had a thought about stopping. By the time the bottle was empty, neither of them had very many thoughts.
Axel curled up and rested his head against Renji's shoulder. "'M tired," he slurred, moving to nuzzle against the other man's neck.
"Then we should get you to bed," Renji said, the alcohol and late hour slurring his words.
Axel shook his head, nuzzling against Renji's neck, and slung his arm across the other man's chest, his hand coming to rest on Renji's hip. "Not gonna happen. 'M too drunk to get up."
"What are you doing?" Renji asked as Axel entwined their bodies more thoroughly. He ran a hand through Axel's flame red hair, his other arm moving to loop behind Axel's back.
"Getting comfortable," Axel said, tipping them over, causing them to topple over onto the floor, curled on his side. He pulled Renji's shirt open, baring his chest, and began tracing lines with his fingers on the exposed flesh. He didn't want to sleep alone his first night in this new place, he didn't want to be left behind. Curled against Renji's side, Axel drifted off to sleep, his head pillowed on Renji's shoulder, Axel's hand splayed over the other man's heart.
"Don't leave me," Axel muttered his sleep, a whimper escaping him.
Renji heard the quiet vocalizations from the other man and compulsively held him tighter, his arm that Axel wasn't sleeping on going to rest on the other man's hip. Renji's arm that Axel was sleeping on curled around his shoulders. "I won't," Renji said.
"You know, you sound like you could use a drink," Renji said, throwing an arm around Axel's shoulders. "I know this great place and you can meet some of my friends here," he said, leading them off down the row.
A while later, Axel sat at a table between Renji and a bald, loud-mouth that had been introduced to him as Ikkaku. The feathery pretty boy that seemed to have a penchant for bondage, if the strange orange collar he wore was any indicator, flouncy around on Ikkaku's lap was named Yumichika. Next was Shuuhei, a man who, if it was possible, had more tattoos than Renji. Sitting next to Shuuhei, but seeming apart from the group, was a petulant blonde named Kira. Trying to bring Kira into the raucous conversation that was picking up among the tables members was a pair of walking tits that was attached to some strawberry blonde hair. Axel wasn't sure, he hadn't been paying attention once he'd spied her, but he thought Renji had introduced the walking tits ...er the woman, as Matsumoto. Between her and Renji sat some American military man wannabe in sunglasses, named Iba.
"You made it sound more like we were going to a bar," Axel said to Renji. "What are we doing at your friend's place?" he asked, suspicion in his voice.
"I never said we were going to a bar of any kind," Renji said. "Thought you could use a drink and took you to a great place I know of for a good drink," he said. "This is the best place to get a drink in Soul Society."
Axel downed another cup of sake, the alcohol burning on its way down his throat. He sat back, listening to the conversations going on around him, a small smile playing about his lips despite himself. Whenever the couple next to him got too hot and heavy, the rest of the group would yell at them to get a room, which would promptly break them apart. Usually accompanied by a muttered fuck off from Ikkaku as Yumichika hid his blushing cheeks against his shoulder. In between the make-out sessions, Ikkaku would play jan-ken-po and have drinking contests with Iba, claiming it was to see who would get the high ground the next time they fought.
Matsumoto, who was already quite drunk, was throwing herself at Kira, 'complaints' about how large her breasts were drawing his eyes to them repeatedly. Shuuhei was trying to keep her hands out of Kira's shirt, all the while trying to slip his own hands down the blonde's pants.
"You're friends are kinda perverted, aren't they?" Axel asked Renji, looking around at the room's occupants.
Renji shrugged. "Sometimes, you gotta take your fun where you can find it," Renji said and downed another cup of sake.
Axel smirked. "Yeah, I understand that. But, I have to say, if Ikkaku sticks his finger up Yumichika's ass one more time, I might just have to cut his arm off," he said with a jovial smile.
Everyone in the room turned to stare at the couple. Yumichika hid another blush against Ikkaku's shoulders. Ikkaku shot a glare at the new red head in the group. He didn't know why Renji had brought the stranger to their drinking group. He wasn't quite happy with the vice-captain's decision to include the man. He wasn't even completely dressed, only wearing a simple white undershirt with his hakama, and his shirt wasn't even closed. What kind of slob was this guy. He didn't even have his zanpakto with him.
"You and what sword?" Ikkaku scoffed. "You forget your sword in the barracks?"
"I don't need a sword to kick your ass," Axel said, clenching his fists at his side, desperately wanting to feel his chakram in his hands, but not wanting to try calling them for fear that they wouldn't come to him. Like the darkness refusing to answer his call earlier.
"Wouldn't want to pick on someone that doesn't know how to fight," Ikkaku said with a smirk, nuzzling Yumichika's neck.
"So, if I don't have a sword, I don't know how to fight?" Axel asked, looking around the room. "That really doesn't make sense. I would think that if you can't go toe to toe with me without a sword, it would be you that doesn't know how to fight."
Iba smirked. "He's got you there," he said on a laugh.
Ikkaku glared at his friend, then slid his glare to Axel. "Fancy talker, but can you really fight?" he asked.
Axel smirked. He was under the guy's skin. It was always so much fun to fight when you were under someone's skin. "I can fight, but I don't think just saying so is going to be enough for you. I'd say let's fight, but with all these people in here, there really isn't any room," Axel said. "So, if that's going to be the case, where can we go to have a good fight without worrying about breaking stuff?"
"You could use one of the divisions' training halls," Kira said, no longer trying to squirm away from the hands molesting him. "But they're all closed at this time of night," he added, pointing out the window to the night darkened sky.
"Not the 11th division's training hall. It's open all the time, so that anyone from the division can come in and use it," Yumichika said, lifting his face from Ikkaku's shoulder. "You could fight there."
"That works for me. Let's go baldy," Axel said, a smirk playing about the corners of his lips.
Ikkaku squaked his outrage at the much hated nickname. "Don't call me BALDY!" He stood up, Yumichika in his arms still and headed for the door. "Follow me and I'll show you a proper ass-kicking," he said, heading towards the door, Yumichika fussing in his arms about being able to walk just fine by himself.
Axel watched them leave and then looked at the rest of the group. "So, anyone else here know where they're going, or am I just supposed to guess?" he asked.
Renji stood up, a little wobbley on his feet from all the alcohol they had consumed. "Yeah, I know the way. Don't know why you would want to fight when you been drinking, but it's your funeral .... err, party," he said as he headed towards the door.
"This could be fun," Shuuhei said, getting to his feet and pulling Kira to his own. Iba was already standing and helping Matsumoto to her feet. Axel quickly finished off the bottle they had been working on and stood as well.
"Lead the way," Axel said, motioning towards the door, waiting for Renji to head out first.
The group reached the training hall in short order, to find Ikkaku waiting, rather impatiently, and Yumichika trying to calm him down.
"Took you slackers long enough to get here," Ikkaku raged when they walked in. He jumped at Axel as soon as he'd walked in the room, swinging a kick at his head, which he ducked, swinging a fist at Ikkaku's midsection in return. Ikkaku twisted to avoid the attack, but the fist still hit him in the ribs, knocking him off balance, causing him to land on one knee.
"That's not nice. Attacking me before I'm ready. Is that the kind of honor you have?" Axel asked, walking to the center of the room to stand facing his opponent.
Ikkaku was back on his feet quickly, heading towards Axel. "Looks like you're ready now," he said as he launched another attack, his fists flying at the other man's head. Axel managed to dodge most of them, sending counterattacks toward the other man, landing a few blows. The two men circled around the hall, throwing punches, kicks flying, attacks landing and being dodged for quite some time. After about 10 minutes of them fighting, Axel managed to land a solid kick that sent Ikkaku flying.
"Damn you," Ikkaku growled, getting back up from the floor, bruises blossoming on his left cheek and he could feel several sore spots on his stomach and arms that would be turning shades of purple and blue before the night was out. He was frustrated that this fool was not only keeping up with him, but also managing to land some blows on him. Some solid blows, that would hurt in the morning. Ikkaku grinned. When this guy got fully trained and had a zanpakto of his own, it would be one hell of a fight. For now, though, Axel was just pissing him off. Some untrained nobody was fighting equally with him. Ikkaku pulled Houzukimaru from his sheath and attacked the red head with the bladed weapon.
Axel saw the blade coming for his head, but had no way to block the impending attack. Oh, how he wished he had his chakram. He raised his arms up in a feeble attempt to block the coming blow. It wouldn't do anything to actually stop the attack, but it gave the illusion that it would help, that it would stop the attack and save his life. It was a very limited illusion and he was right back to wanting his chakram in his hands. He wanted it so bad, in fact, that he could almost feel the weapons in his hands, the cool metal heating up in his palms. Then, he noticed that Ikkaku had stopped his attack, his eyes glued to Axel's raised hands.
Axel looked to his raised hands and couldn't believe his eyes. His chakram had come to his call, had not abandoned him like the darkness had. He spun the weapons around on his hands, delight plain on his face at having his weapons. Gripping them tight, he took up a fighting stance and looked at Ikkaku. "Still want to fight?" he asked with a grin.
"Okay, you two, I don't think you should be fighting with bladed weapons when you've been drinking," Matsumoto said, moving to stand between the two men. "And as a responsible ranked officer here, I'm telling both of you to stop now."
Ikkaku scoffed at her, but Yumichika stepping close and putting a gentle hand on his shoulder had him backing down and resheathing Houzukimaru. Turning towards his lover, Ikkaku nuzzled against the other man's neck.
"Let's go back home, Yumi. There was still some sake left. Probably about half a bottle," Ikkaku said, wrapping an arm around the slighter man's waist.
"Actually, Axel finished it off before we headed over here," Iba said, a frown on his face.
Ikkaku gaped at Axel. "You finished the rest of the bottle?"
Axel nodded. "Yeah. Pretty good shit."
"Thanks. Next time you can buy," Ikkaku said as he led Yumichika off towards their home.
"Come on. Still need to get you settled in," Renji said, grabbing Axel by the back of his neck and leading him off towards his home.
They reached Renji's apartment in a couple minutes. Really, a person could walk anywhere in the Court of Pure Souls in a matter of minutes. Renji led Axel into the apartment. Since he was a vice captain, he got slightly large rooms than other officers.
"Are you going to sleep with those things?" Renji asked, pointing to Axel's chakram that he still carried with him.
Axel really didn't want to send them away. He still didn't trust that they would come to his summons all the time. Or even the next time he needed them.
"How did you even get them? You haven't even been given a zanpakto yet?" Renji said.
"They were my weapons when I was alive," Axel said. "I was kind of afraid that I'd lost them."
"Well, it looks like they're your shikai. Try sending them back to wherever you normally keep them," Renji suggested.
Axel kneeled down on the floor and concentrated for a moment, his chakrams set on his lap, and tried to dematerialized the weapons. One minute he was holding his chakram, and the next he was holding a sheathed katana across his lap. He picked the sword up and examined it, slipping it from the sheath a little to look at the blade.
"So, this will turn back into my chakram with a little practice?" he asked Renji, holding up the sword for the other man to see.
"Yeah," Renji said, pulling a bottle and two cups from the shelves. "Don't worry about it for now. I'm sure once Captain Kuchiki knows about what happened, he'll make arrangements," Renji assured the other man, setting the bottle down on a low table.
"Sorry, I don't have nicer stuff, but it works for me," Renji said as he sat down on a slightly battered cushion, motioning for Axel to take a seat as well and poured them each a drink. The two of them drank in silence for a while, emptying the bottle before either of them had a thought about stopping. By the time the bottle was empty, neither of them had very many thoughts.
Axel curled up and rested his head against Renji's shoulder. "'M tired," he slurred, moving to nuzzle against the other man's neck.
"Then we should get you to bed," Renji said, the alcohol and late hour slurring his words.
Axel shook his head, nuzzling against Renji's neck, and slung his arm across the other man's chest, his hand coming to rest on Renji's hip. "Not gonna happen. 'M too drunk to get up."
"What are you doing?" Renji asked as Axel entwined their bodies more thoroughly. He ran a hand through Axel's flame red hair, his other arm moving to loop behind Axel's back.
"Getting comfortable," Axel said, tipping them over, causing them to topple over onto the floor, curled on his side. He pulled Renji's shirt open, baring his chest, and began tracing lines with his fingers on the exposed flesh. He didn't want to sleep alone his first night in this new place, he didn't want to be left behind. Curled against Renji's side, Axel drifted off to sleep, his head pillowed on Renji's shoulder, Axel's hand splayed over the other man's heart.
"Don't leave me," Axel muttered his sleep, a whimper escaping him.
Renji heard the quiet vocalizations from the other man and compulsively held him tighter, his arm that Axel wasn't sleeping on going to rest on the other man's hip. Renji's arm that Axel was sleeping on curled around his shoulders. "I won't," Renji said.