Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Suddenly and Secretly ❯ Chapter 2
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By: ForlornShadowLily009 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.10.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.10.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 2. A mission and A bed, Reality Sinks In
Disclaimer i own nothing but this story.
Warning adult themes.
Thank you all that have reviewed
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The slithering of scales brings to mind the decadent memories of forgotten lore
I am lored not only into a dream,
but into a labyrinth of words and silk
drape across my skin the vision of knives slicing me at the seams
expose me like a precious shell, my pearl sacred to thou,
bare me for the world to see.
Let me ask the question,
the lingering words that settle on the grooves of my body
like dew from the sky reigning from a deities eyes
let filling the blank pages of the maps,
For that if only for a second i am human,
perfectly flawed,
and acceptable in only your eyes
Condemn if you will,
throw my head back
bath my skin in glittering drops of perspiration
a secret tryst,
show me pleasure, ecstasy
and a simple common touch
Set me free, make my heart race!
the pleasure that hypothesize
the words that kept you alive
these things that truly make me wonder
cause me to dream in a retro-reality that can come to be
let me cry, let me whimper, just let me be.
Renji stood in front of his captain. His breath ragged and laced with trepidation as he tried not to stare into his Taicho's eyes. He was nervous, his insides quivering like a snake. His mind was a clouded frenzy, his thoughts somewhere else. His fists clenched into blaring white balls. His body contorted into the humble shape of a bow. He felt like he was being smothered, suffocated by the mere presence of his Taicho. He had thought that by now he would have become accustomed to the other man's imposing reiatsu and calm demeanor. The way he walked with such force and agility that the room cleared to allow the man to pass. The very way he look stare into Renji's own eyes and set him to questioning every action he had ever committed. The man caused him to become unhinged. How it made him feel like a dog as the steely eyes would slink across his exposed back.
How Renji wanted nothing more than to leap across the tatami, that separated him from his Taicho, and knock that placid mask off of his icy face. But that would be impossible. An act that would further to impose the reputation Renji had come by to his regal captain. A dog that's fangs could not reach the moon. His name was slandered by that insult.
How easy could he have if he was someone else. Someone other than Abarai Renji, the fukutaicho of the sixth squad. Beside him sat his fellow seat mates. Their faces were focused on the floor, eyes avoiding the stormy grey, and their backs just as bent as Kuchiki Byakuya started his report. Once again his captain's voice held him in place, pinned him like an insect under a microscope.
Silky, powerful, a real piece of velvet.
How the man demanded absolute acknowledgment and received it with a yelp and bark by his subordinates. How his Taicho forced every thought to be silenced as he he called role call and received it with a hurried
"Hai!" from each member of his squad. The man demanded obedience and was given it without a struggle, well, that was except for Renji.
How it angered Renji to hear the man speak and long after his Taicho stopped talking his fists were still a strained white. The meeting rolled on just like every single one Renji had attended to date. Exceedingly long and boring, the atmosphere tense, and filled with false politeness. Nothing new was happening, no omni powerful threat, or extraordinary event that threatened to end all of their lives. No overly, insane villain or murderer on the loose with some heinous and long drawn out plan to destroy Soul Society. Then again, what could you expect as it had been 3 months since the defeat of Aizen. Nothing new was expected until Byakuya stood from his position and called out his name.
Strickened, fearing that he had been caught daydreaming, Renji stiffened and delivered a quick reply," Hai! Taicho."
His captain's eyes traveled over him. They locked with his own volatile. red causing Renji to lower eyes to the floor once again. Had it been that obvious that he had not been paying attention? A lump formed in the middle of his throat and he swallowed heavily.
"Hai Kuchiki-san" He replied again and felt his Taicho's eyes turn from his form. Looking up he caught the sight of narrowed grey.
"Despite, Abarai's inattentive behavior. I assure you, there is a very good reason to have attended this run-of-the-mill, mandatory meeting." Renji could have sworn that a smirk laced the edges of his Taichos face as he delivered that well enunciated statement.
"Despite, our Fukutaicho's lack of interest in our preliminary reports I assure you that there is always a reason to be on guard. Even i f it appears that a period of peace has settled over Soul Society." Byakuya's eyes returned to stare through Renji's. They burned like steely fire and Renji knew that he was in trouble. Forget barking at the moon, he wouldn't even get the chance to even squeak.
"As of the last month, there has been a substantial increase in the amount of Hollow's being born. As a result, the amount of reported cases of hollow attacks has doubled. Of course this is to be expected following such an enormous increase. Nether less, this presents a problem to us."
The bastard was truly smirking now, his Taicho's self assureness at having got him not listening seemed to radiate throughout the room. Hell he was sure that the man's growth in ego just now would have been more than reported hollow attacks for last year! How Renji wished he could just return to his quarters and get back to his afternoon delight! But alas he could not, and at the risk of becoming hard he squashed the idea. Instead, he focused on the scroll centered behind Byakuya's head.
"But Taicho! couldn't this just be a result of Aizen's defeat?" Somehow the fourth seat officer of sixth squard asked their Taicho.
'How stupid was that' Renji thought. Its safer just to read the the things in the room than to ask any sort of question. 'Hn, so male shinigamis wearing a female shinigami's robes after eleven o clock was a violation of rules? That's one rule he'd have to pass on to Ikkaku and Yumichika.'
"Most unlikely, the intelligence bureau has thrown out that idea already mainly due to the area of the attacks. Now if this was a largely spread out event, we would not be taking such incentive interest into this case. However seeing as the attacks are congested solely around one area we captain's have been ordered to investigate. Which leads me to the reason why I called for a meeting. However..." There was a pause in Byakuya's speech, a room for a long drawn breath that caused Renji to shiver. He could now clearly see the smirk that danced along his Taicho's lips. Dread never felt more unwelcomed.
"We Taichos have been ordered to investigate. However the idiot that delivered that request was thinking properly. Can you think why Abarai?" Again silence reigned and Renji's mind did a back flip. He was presented to the rest of the room on a sacrificial platter fit for only Byakuya to tear apart. Damn him.
" It is an impossibly task....Taicho...to send the other Taichos to investigate." He gulped, his loud voice booming. He knew something was coming but what?Finally he raised his face from the ground.
"And why is that Abarai?"
"Because in case of attack Soul Society would be greatly hindered because its Taichos had been sent away." He up a sappy smirk and answered his taicho.
"Well down Abarai, you deserve a reward. Don't you think...so? I mean having missed more than half the meeting and still being able to deduct that."
Oh hell. The only more humiliating than this would be to have Bykuya find out what he was doing just hours before.
"Hai...... Taicho i don't think....?
"Nonsense, anyway since sending the taichos would be such a hindrance to soul society we have been asked to send a few chosen officers in our place. And since you seem so disconnected from your regular duties i have selected you to fill in my place and travel to the real world."
"Nani!?....." Hell would love him more than this bastard. He had screamed his shock at his Taicho. The man's lips twisted into a rare smile and Renji knew that it was only going to get worse. Why would the regal prick send him? What was he trying to accomplish? Surely there was otherwise to punish him.
To bad for Renji he had spoken to soon.
"Now Abarai despite your ability to pleasure yourself when no one's looking, i think that this job calls best for you. ."
Renji's face dropped, his cheeks turned scarlet and his eye began to twitch. Bloody hell. Beside him the third seat officer began to giggle. He was going to kill him. Just how did Byakuya find out about....about what he had been doing! Was the man a voyeur? Was there a hidden camera in the room. The man's damn smirk seem to be smothering him as he gulped and turned his eyes to face his fellow officer. Half of them were trying to suppress their laughter why the rest were painted crimson. He knew that soon as the meeting let out he'd be the laughing stock of the water cooler gossip.
"Afterall you have had most experience in dealing with the area that the attacks center around. Who else would I send to go play one on one with that representative shinigami." Now Renji truly felt lik fainting.
"you don't mean...." he stampered, thinking of a certain shinigami and turning even redder. Would he truly be that close to...... It didn't matter he had Byakuya to kill! Not only did he expose him but was had he figured out his obsession a well? Would he spill that secret to?
"Hai I'm sending you KaraKura Town. Don't disappointment me Abarai or else."
Bloody hell, the man wanted to play games. Misary my name is Renji. 'That's it' he thought.
"Hai Kuchiki-san i won't." He nearly whispered and then just as Byakuya was about to dismiss the room Renji striked, "And hopefully you won't get get to frustrated without me to stare at from the bushes!"
Little did it occur to Renji that this single comment would send his world into a total, full-spin frenzy.
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"God damnit how did I end up here?" Renji grumbled from his perch on the roof of Urahara's shop. "One damn comment and I get to the living world without funds or a place to stay. How was I to know that Byakuya could scare Urahara?"
Somehow he knew that messing with Byakuya would not end well. Though, at least the regal tight ass blushed like the ass on a baboon! The mere thought made him laugh with such force that he forget where he was. His balance was lost and he toppled off the side of the slanted roof with a yelp. Luckily the ground had been softened from an earlier thunderstorm and landed in a rain puddle. His ski shivered from the penetration of the stagnant, cold water.
"Fucking shit!" His curses reigned throughout the night as he pushed his hands forwarded. He pulled himself out of the puddle, mud clinging to his hair and robes. Ringing his hands he brought one up to rub his head. A lump the size of thumb had formed.
"Great, not only do I have no where to go but I'm dirty to. Stupid ......"
'Maybe revenge wasn't worth it' he thought. He sighed, his breath heavy and his clothes dripping onto the dirt making dark circles. He had been in the real world for four days. His mission handed to him had been simple. Monitor the rate of hollow appearance. Try to find the reason and report back to Soul Society. Try not to interfere with the humans and the Shinigami Representative.
Somehow he knew that last one was near impossible. The orange haired shinigami was a magnet for hollows and trouble. If Renji was forced to do his job right the he bound to run into Kurosaki Ichigo.
So far however, there had been any hollows. Not one appearance, not one attack, not one stupid little beep on his second cell phone. After the third of being hollow free he began to question whether this was a whole evil joke thought up by his Taicho. Of course that only caused him to become even more crossed.
"Great" He sighed again, brought out of thoughts by a shiver and a rough sneeze. He cold, he was dirty, and he was tired of eating crappy food and sleeping in trees. Earlier he had tried to sneak some food away from Urahara but had been caught and forced onto the roof by that little, devil Jinta. Now he was covered in grit and what looked like thrown out cabbage. He closed his eyes and brought two fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
What was he going to do. He spent several minutes standing i that exact position before a light bulb went off in his head. He blinked and then smiled evilly. If he was going to be stuck in this damn place sentenced to do a nonexistent job then at least he would have a little fun.
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Ichigo yawned, his back arching as he stretched, and asked to be excused. He waited, counting in his head the number of seconds before his father reacted. Nearly a whole minute past before his father put down his fork and stared at him intently. Another minutes past before the man went screaming to the picture of his late wife that Ichigo was being distant. Growing, Ichigo stared at his fathers antic's, ignoring the looks his sisters where giving him, and picked up his plate.
After a long day of school the only thing he wanted to do was go to bed. Not have to put up his father's drawn out and delayed reactions to the simplest of things. Instead of a nice peaceful afternoon, all he got was a crying Yuzu and even more insane father. Sometimes Ichigo wondered why they hadn't drugged the man with extra strength sleeping pills. He made a mental note to try it out tomorrow night when he got home from training with Sado.
Until then he'd be forced to take a simpler method of subduing his father. Picking up his empty cup he hurled it at his father's head. It connected and the man went down like a bag of sand. Stretching out his arm muscles he stepped over the older man's fallen and proceeded to climb the stairs. He let another yawn as he thought about the week's event. Something strange was going on. For about a month hollows had been appearing like clockwork then suddenly they just stop. In one week he had not slain more than two hollows. Whatever the reason why, he really didn't care. He was enjoying his long needed time off. Needed need any more distractions.
Rounding the corner, he came to his door and walked in. His lights were off allowing darkness to cove every inch of his quarters. He blinked a few times, his eyes dilating to adjust to the darkness. He closed his door and started to walk forward with caution. "
"Hopefully Kon's not trying to kill me by leaving my stuff in the middle of the room again," he grumbled. The last thing he needed was to crack his skull open from tripping over his rearranged furniture. Navigating his way to his closet he began to strip. He started to take off his shirt, closing his eyes in the process, and reaching for the light string. Clicking on the light he finished pulling his shirt off and when he heard a sharp intake of breath.
"Oi, Kon you better not have touch...." Ichigo's words fell short as he turned towards his bed and gasped. He eyes early popping out, his breath stopping, and his jaw nearly hitting the floor.
There, bathed in a stream of light from his closet was a fully naked Abarai Renji. A fully naked and laying on his bed Abarai Renji. A fully naked, laying on his bed, and staring at him Abarai Renji. A fully naked, nestled between his sheets, staring at him with a smirk, and half hard Abarai fucking Renji. Ichigo's eyes swirled around in his head, roaming the other man's body to rest at a certain organ. He gulped, his mouth going dry, and feet losing their connection with the floor. He slid to the ground, his eyes still staring, his mouth still open, and his mind still void of any coherent thought.
"Yo Ichigo!"
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please review.
Disclaimer i own nothing but this story.
Warning adult themes.
Thank you all that have reviewed
80909090909090
The slithering of scales brings to mind the decadent memories of forgotten lore
I am lored not only into a dream,
but into a labyrinth of words and silk
drape across my skin the vision of knives slicing me at the seams
expose me like a precious shell, my pearl sacred to thou,
bare me for the world to see.
Let me ask the question,
the lingering words that settle on the grooves of my body
like dew from the sky reigning from a deities eyes
let filling the blank pages of the maps,
For that if only for a second i am human,
perfectly flawed,
and acceptable in only your eyes
Condemn if you will,
throw my head back
bath my skin in glittering drops of perspiration
a secret tryst,
show me pleasure, ecstasy
and a simple common touch
Set me free, make my heart race!
the pleasure that hypothesize
the words that kept you alive
these things that truly make me wonder
cause me to dream in a retro-reality that can come to be
let me cry, let me whimper, just let me be.
Renji stood in front of his captain. His breath ragged and laced with trepidation as he tried not to stare into his Taicho's eyes. He was nervous, his insides quivering like a snake. His mind was a clouded frenzy, his thoughts somewhere else. His fists clenched into blaring white balls. His body contorted into the humble shape of a bow. He felt like he was being smothered, suffocated by the mere presence of his Taicho. He had thought that by now he would have become accustomed to the other man's imposing reiatsu and calm demeanor. The way he walked with such force and agility that the room cleared to allow the man to pass. The very way he look stare into Renji's own eyes and set him to questioning every action he had ever committed. The man caused him to become unhinged. How it made him feel like a dog as the steely eyes would slink across his exposed back.
How Renji wanted nothing more than to leap across the tatami, that separated him from his Taicho, and knock that placid mask off of his icy face. But that would be impossible. An act that would further to impose the reputation Renji had come by to his regal captain. A dog that's fangs could not reach the moon. His name was slandered by that insult.
How easy could he have if he was someone else. Someone other than Abarai Renji, the fukutaicho of the sixth squad. Beside him sat his fellow seat mates. Their faces were focused on the floor, eyes avoiding the stormy grey, and their backs just as bent as Kuchiki Byakuya started his report. Once again his captain's voice held him in place, pinned him like an insect under a microscope.
Silky, powerful, a real piece of velvet.
How the man demanded absolute acknowledgment and received it with a yelp and bark by his subordinates. How his Taicho forced every thought to be silenced as he he called role call and received it with a hurried
"Hai!" from each member of his squad. The man demanded obedience and was given it without a struggle, well, that was except for Renji.
How it angered Renji to hear the man speak and long after his Taicho stopped talking his fists were still a strained white. The meeting rolled on just like every single one Renji had attended to date. Exceedingly long and boring, the atmosphere tense, and filled with false politeness. Nothing new was happening, no omni powerful threat, or extraordinary event that threatened to end all of their lives. No overly, insane villain or murderer on the loose with some heinous and long drawn out plan to destroy Soul Society. Then again, what could you expect as it had been 3 months since the defeat of Aizen. Nothing new was expected until Byakuya stood from his position and called out his name.
Strickened, fearing that he had been caught daydreaming, Renji stiffened and delivered a quick reply," Hai! Taicho."
His captain's eyes traveled over him. They locked with his own volatile. red causing Renji to lower eyes to the floor once again. Had it been that obvious that he had not been paying attention? A lump formed in the middle of his throat and he swallowed heavily.
"Hai Kuchiki-san" He replied again and felt his Taicho's eyes turn from his form. Looking up he caught the sight of narrowed grey.
"Despite, Abarai's inattentive behavior. I assure you, there is a very good reason to have attended this run-of-the-mill, mandatory meeting." Renji could have sworn that a smirk laced the edges of his Taichos face as he delivered that well enunciated statement.
"Despite, our Fukutaicho's lack of interest in our preliminary reports I assure you that there is always a reason to be on guard. Even i f it appears that a period of peace has settled over Soul Society." Byakuya's eyes returned to stare through Renji's. They burned like steely fire and Renji knew that he was in trouble. Forget barking at the moon, he wouldn't even get the chance to even squeak.
"As of the last month, there has been a substantial increase in the amount of Hollow's being born. As a result, the amount of reported cases of hollow attacks has doubled. Of course this is to be expected following such an enormous increase. Nether less, this presents a problem to us."
The bastard was truly smirking now, his Taicho's self assureness at having got him not listening seemed to radiate throughout the room. Hell he was sure that the man's growth in ego just now would have been more than reported hollow attacks for last year! How Renji wished he could just return to his quarters and get back to his afternoon delight! But alas he could not, and at the risk of becoming hard he squashed the idea. Instead, he focused on the scroll centered behind Byakuya's head.
"But Taicho! couldn't this just be a result of Aizen's defeat?" Somehow the fourth seat officer of sixth squard asked their Taicho.
'How stupid was that' Renji thought. Its safer just to read the the things in the room than to ask any sort of question. 'Hn, so male shinigamis wearing a female shinigami's robes after eleven o clock was a violation of rules? That's one rule he'd have to pass on to Ikkaku and Yumichika.'
"Most unlikely, the intelligence bureau has thrown out that idea already mainly due to the area of the attacks. Now if this was a largely spread out event, we would not be taking such incentive interest into this case. However seeing as the attacks are congested solely around one area we captain's have been ordered to investigate. Which leads me to the reason why I called for a meeting. However..." There was a pause in Byakuya's speech, a room for a long drawn breath that caused Renji to shiver. He could now clearly see the smirk that danced along his Taicho's lips. Dread never felt more unwelcomed.
"We Taichos have been ordered to investigate. However the idiot that delivered that request was thinking properly. Can you think why Abarai?" Again silence reigned and Renji's mind did a back flip. He was presented to the rest of the room on a sacrificial platter fit for only Byakuya to tear apart. Damn him.
" It is an impossibly task....Taicho...to send the other Taichos to investigate." He gulped, his loud voice booming. He knew something was coming but what?Finally he raised his face from the ground.
"And why is that Abarai?"
"Because in case of attack Soul Society would be greatly hindered because its Taichos had been sent away." He up a sappy smirk and answered his taicho.
"Well down Abarai, you deserve a reward. Don't you think...so? I mean having missed more than half the meeting and still being able to deduct that."
Oh hell. The only more humiliating than this would be to have Bykuya find out what he was doing just hours before.
"Hai...... Taicho i don't think....?
"Nonsense, anyway since sending the taichos would be such a hindrance to soul society we have been asked to send a few chosen officers in our place. And since you seem so disconnected from your regular duties i have selected you to fill in my place and travel to the real world."
"Nani!?....." Hell would love him more than this bastard. He had screamed his shock at his Taicho. The man's lips twisted into a rare smile and Renji knew that it was only going to get worse. Why would the regal prick send him? What was he trying to accomplish? Surely there was otherwise to punish him.
To bad for Renji he had spoken to soon.
"Now Abarai despite your ability to pleasure yourself when no one's looking, i think that this job calls best for you. ."
Renji's face dropped, his cheeks turned scarlet and his eye began to twitch. Bloody hell. Beside him the third seat officer began to giggle. He was going to kill him. Just how did Byakuya find out about....about what he had been doing! Was the man a voyeur? Was there a hidden camera in the room. The man's damn smirk seem to be smothering him as he gulped and turned his eyes to face his fellow officer. Half of them were trying to suppress their laughter why the rest were painted crimson. He knew that soon as the meeting let out he'd be the laughing stock of the water cooler gossip.
"Afterall you have had most experience in dealing with the area that the attacks center around. Who else would I send to go play one on one with that representative shinigami." Now Renji truly felt lik fainting.
"you don't mean...." he stampered, thinking of a certain shinigami and turning even redder. Would he truly be that close to...... It didn't matter he had Byakuya to kill! Not only did he expose him but was had he figured out his obsession a well? Would he spill that secret to?
"Hai I'm sending you KaraKura Town. Don't disappointment me Abarai or else."
Bloody hell, the man wanted to play games. Misary my name is Renji. 'That's it' he thought.
"Hai Kuchiki-san i won't." He nearly whispered and then just as Byakuya was about to dismiss the room Renji striked, "And hopefully you won't get get to frustrated without me to stare at from the bushes!"
Little did it occur to Renji that this single comment would send his world into a total, full-spin frenzy.
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"God damnit how did I end up here?" Renji grumbled from his perch on the roof of Urahara's shop. "One damn comment and I get to the living world without funds or a place to stay. How was I to know that Byakuya could scare Urahara?"
Somehow he knew that messing with Byakuya would not end well. Though, at least the regal tight ass blushed like the ass on a baboon! The mere thought made him laugh with such force that he forget where he was. His balance was lost and he toppled off the side of the slanted roof with a yelp. Luckily the ground had been softened from an earlier thunderstorm and landed in a rain puddle. His ski shivered from the penetration of the stagnant, cold water.
"Fucking shit!" His curses reigned throughout the night as he pushed his hands forwarded. He pulled himself out of the puddle, mud clinging to his hair and robes. Ringing his hands he brought one up to rub his head. A lump the size of thumb had formed.
"Great, not only do I have no where to go but I'm dirty to. Stupid ......"
'Maybe revenge wasn't worth it' he thought. He sighed, his breath heavy and his clothes dripping onto the dirt making dark circles. He had been in the real world for four days. His mission handed to him had been simple. Monitor the rate of hollow appearance. Try to find the reason and report back to Soul Society. Try not to interfere with the humans and the Shinigami Representative.
Somehow he knew that last one was near impossible. The orange haired shinigami was a magnet for hollows and trouble. If Renji was forced to do his job right the he bound to run into Kurosaki Ichigo.
So far however, there had been any hollows. Not one appearance, not one attack, not one stupid little beep on his second cell phone. After the third of being hollow free he began to question whether this was a whole evil joke thought up by his Taicho. Of course that only caused him to become even more crossed.
"Great" He sighed again, brought out of thoughts by a shiver and a rough sneeze. He cold, he was dirty, and he was tired of eating crappy food and sleeping in trees. Earlier he had tried to sneak some food away from Urahara but had been caught and forced onto the roof by that little, devil Jinta. Now he was covered in grit and what looked like thrown out cabbage. He closed his eyes and brought two fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
What was he going to do. He spent several minutes standing i that exact position before a light bulb went off in his head. He blinked and then smiled evilly. If he was going to be stuck in this damn place sentenced to do a nonexistent job then at least he would have a little fun.
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Ichigo yawned, his back arching as he stretched, and asked to be excused. He waited, counting in his head the number of seconds before his father reacted. Nearly a whole minute past before his father put down his fork and stared at him intently. Another minutes past before the man went screaming to the picture of his late wife that Ichigo was being distant. Growing, Ichigo stared at his fathers antic's, ignoring the looks his sisters where giving him, and picked up his plate.
After a long day of school the only thing he wanted to do was go to bed. Not have to put up his father's drawn out and delayed reactions to the simplest of things. Instead of a nice peaceful afternoon, all he got was a crying Yuzu and even more insane father. Sometimes Ichigo wondered why they hadn't drugged the man with extra strength sleeping pills. He made a mental note to try it out tomorrow night when he got home from training with Sado.
Until then he'd be forced to take a simpler method of subduing his father. Picking up his empty cup he hurled it at his father's head. It connected and the man went down like a bag of sand. Stretching out his arm muscles he stepped over the older man's fallen and proceeded to climb the stairs. He let another yawn as he thought about the week's event. Something strange was going on. For about a month hollows had been appearing like clockwork then suddenly they just stop. In one week he had not slain more than two hollows. Whatever the reason why, he really didn't care. He was enjoying his long needed time off. Needed need any more distractions.
Rounding the corner, he came to his door and walked in. His lights were off allowing darkness to cove every inch of his quarters. He blinked a few times, his eyes dilating to adjust to the darkness. He closed his door and started to walk forward with caution. "
"Hopefully Kon's not trying to kill me by leaving my stuff in the middle of the room again," he grumbled. The last thing he needed was to crack his skull open from tripping over his rearranged furniture. Navigating his way to his closet he began to strip. He started to take off his shirt, closing his eyes in the process, and reaching for the light string. Clicking on the light he finished pulling his shirt off and when he heard a sharp intake of breath.
"Oi, Kon you better not have touch...." Ichigo's words fell short as he turned towards his bed and gasped. He eyes early popping out, his breath stopping, and his jaw nearly hitting the floor.
There, bathed in a stream of light from his closet was a fully naked Abarai Renji. A fully naked and laying on his bed Abarai Renji. A fully naked, laying on his bed, and staring at him Abarai Renji. A fully naked, nestled between his sheets, staring at him with a smirk, and half hard Abarai fucking Renji. Ichigo's eyes swirled around in his head, roaming the other man's body to rest at a certain organ. He gulped, his mouth going dry, and feet losing their connection with the floor. He slid to the ground, his eyes still staring, his mouth still open, and his mind still void of any coherent thought.
"Yo Ichigo!"
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please review.