Busy (Bleach, Renji/Ichigo, PG-13)
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kinkfestTitle: Busy
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misura
Rating: PG-13 for implied violence
Warnings: None.
Summary:
A/N: A shortie. And I'm not actually sure how I went from the prompt to this - the second part's in it, a little, but the first part ...
At times, Ichigo could be a bit slow on the uptake, true, but so could Renji - they were, in the opinion of some, well-matched in that way, and obviously an accident waiting to happen (there'd be lots of loud noises and special light-effects, and some 'innocent' passers-by might get hurt). Unlike Renji though, Ichigo had gotten more or less used to weird things happening to and around him (it was a family-thing) and so, where Renji was beginning to make out the shape of things and didn't much like what he was seeing, Ichigo saw nothing, heard nothing and did nothing either (well, he killed a few Hollows, avoided death by a narrow margin a handful of times and possibly saved the world, only he did nothing that he felt to be particularly special or worthy of mention).
"Hey, you," said Renji, by way of greeting - he could have been more polite, he supposed, but then Ichigo wouldn't get that wonderfully pissed off expression on his face that made Renji think of doing all kinds of interesting things to (or, in some cases, with) him; some people looked at their best when they were happy to see you, yet Ichigo wasn't one of them, at least in Renji's humble opinion.
"What do you want?"
A handful of responses came to mind, most of them guaranteed to keep that scowl firmly stuck on Ichigo's face, where it belonged - it was a pity, Renji reflected, that he didn't have the time to start an actual fight right here and now, but then, that was a Soulreaper's life for you. Busy, busy, busy.
"What have you got?"
Ichigo snorted. Renji grinned. A few blocks away, a Hollow wandered around, as yet completely ignorant of the spectacular way in which it would get its ass kicked in a few minutes.
(They'd argue again after, and maybe Renji would think about slamming Ichigo up against a wall and really shut him up for once in his life, but more likely, something else would come up before he could actually do anything - something always did.)
Author:
misuraRating: PG-13 for implied violence
Warnings: None.
Summary:
A/N: A shortie. And I'm not actually sure how I went from the prompt to this - the second part's in it, a little, but the first part ...
At times, Ichigo could be a bit slow on the uptake, true, but so could Renji - they were, in the opinion of some, well-matched in that way, and obviously an accident waiting to happen (there'd be lots of loud noises and special light-effects, and some 'innocent' passers-by might get hurt). Unlike Renji though, Ichigo had gotten more or less used to weird things happening to and around him (it was a family-thing) and so, where Renji was beginning to make out the shape of things and didn't much like what he was seeing, Ichigo saw nothing, heard nothing and did nothing either (well, he killed a few Hollows, avoided death by a narrow margin a handful of times and possibly saved the world, only he did nothing that he felt to be particularly special or worthy of mention).
"Hey, you," said Renji, by way of greeting - he could have been more polite, he supposed, but then Ichigo wouldn't get that wonderfully pissed off expression on his face that made Renji think of doing all kinds of interesting things to (or, in some cases, with) him; some people looked at their best when they were happy to see you, yet Ichigo wasn't one of them, at least in Renji's humble opinion.
"What do you want?"
A handful of responses came to mind, most of them guaranteed to keep that scowl firmly stuck on Ichigo's face, where it belonged - it was a pity, Renji reflected, that he didn't have the time to start an actual fight right here and now, but then, that was a Soulreaper's life for you. Busy, busy, busy.
"What have you got?"
Ichigo snorted. Renji grinned. A few blocks away, a Hollow wandered around, as yet completely ignorant of the spectacular way in which it would get its ass kicked in a few minutes.
(They'd argue again after, and maybe Renji would think about slamming Ichigo up against a wall and really shut him up for once in his life, but more likely, something else would come up before he could actually do anything - something always did.)
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