Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seireitei Monogatari ❯ Mind Meld ( Chapter 78 )

Title: Mind Meld

Characters: Renji, Chad, Ichigo, Keigo, Mizuiro, Mentions of Others

Rating: T

Warning: None

Words: 526

Description: Because they are one being. Seriously.

 

 

Abarai Renji had seen a fair number of odd things in his years. Living in Soul Society, where a lot was possible thanks to spirit particles, meant there wasn't much that could surprise him.

 

He was also vaguely familiar with the ability to communicate in an instant, through hand signals, maybe even special looks. But what he was observing at the moment went beyond explanation, beyond words.

 

And amazingly enough, no one else seemed to really care.

 

Hand paused halfway between his mouth and his store-bought bento, Renji could only gape as he watched the spectacle unfold.

 

It started simply.

 

Ichigo shuffled around in his seat, idly rolling one shoulder and cracking it.

 

Next to him, Chad grunted in a noncommittal manner.

 

The orange-haired teen then frowned, though it didn't look that different from his usual expression. Well, it was probably best to say that his frown deepened. That made more sense.

 

Somewhere, in the back of Renji's avid attention, he registered Rukia and Orihime chatting about something beyond his comprehension. He felt the urge to comment but couldn't stop watching. It was like a Kurotsuchi experiment gone wrong. He had to know what happened next.

 

Chad stretched out a leg. He was a pretty big guy to be sitting all curled up like that. Even Renji couldn't sit scrunched in that manner for long. Chad's knee popped as he unfolded it.

 

On his right, Ichigo inclined his head, boredly staring up at the blue sky and probably watching a bird or something else up there. Or maybe even a cloud. He seemed like the type.

 

Chopsticks scraped at the bottom of a box as Chad took a bite of his own bento, nearly finished by now. Renji was a bit jealous. The teen's lunch looked ten times better than his own. He suspected that Quincy brat had made it.

 

Ichigo yawned, eyelids drooping lazily as if he were about to fall asleep in the lazy heat of the rooftop. His fingers took up a random tapping pattern.

 

Chad's nose twitched, and he sneezed, rather violently. It startled the girls, who only paused in their gossiping momentarily before continuing just as animated as before.

 

Cracking his neck, Ichigo thrust himself into a sitting position. He grabbed his mostly untouched bento.

 

“Good idea, Chad,” he mumbled around a mouthful of rice.

 

Renji blinked. And blinked again.

 

It wouldn't be so bad, but this was the fourth or fifth time he had witnessed such a thing. That these two humans were able to communicate with seeming telepathy. It boggled his mind.

 

“Did anyone just get that?” he demanded, glancing around in surprise.

 

Honestly, not even he and Rukia were that in sync, and he'd known her for almost a century. They were like siblings.

 

Beside him, making an overly dramatic gesture, Keigo clasped his hands together. “They're one being!” he gushed with a chortling laugh.

 

Ever calm, Mizuiro rolled his eyes and calmly took a sip of his drink. “You'll get used to it,” he explained, patiently ignoring Keigo's usual prattle. “It happens all the time.”

 

A part of Renji was afraid that he already was.

 

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