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Bleach piece of potential future one-shot
Renji/Tatsuki
"Yo - Ichigo!"
The eldest Kurosaki child stared at the sixth division's vice-captain with a look of total indifference. "Renji. What the hell are you doing here?"
Renji pushed inside the room. "Just... wanted to check up on things. You know. Make sure you're... not having any problems." He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "And it's not like I wanted to," he said quickly. "The task fell on me because no one else wanted to do it."
Ichigo stared at him. "Check up on things," he repeated slowly. "What things?"
Renji faltered. "Well... You know! Make sure that you can... fight and... stuff." He stuck his nose up haughtily, making up for his lack of an answer by projecting arrogance and superiority. "Not that it's any of your business of course. Bah. What would you know about proper procedure."
"Nothing," Ichigo retorted. "Which is why you should tell me why the hell you feel it's necessary to come barging into my house uninvited."
"Hey. I knocked - your father let me in. That counts enough as an invitation."
Ichigo rolled his eyes. Before he had a chance to speak, though - and he planned to tell Renji none-too-politely to get the hell out - his father burst into the room. "Good afternoon, Ichigo - my unworthy son!"
Ichigo glared and clenched his teeth to keep from growling. "Dad," he said softly, his tone accusing, "what do you think you're doing? And why the hell did you let this guy in here?"
Isshin gave his son a confused look. "He said he was a friend of yours from school. You need to socialize more, Ichigo - or you'll end up with no one but that scowl of yours for company. I thought maybe you two were working on a project or something. Though I guess you'll have to cut things short, because - "
"That's right," Renji interrupted. "A project." He gave Ichigo a meaningful look. "And I came to... check on how you're doing with it."
Ichigo was quickly growing exasperated. "There's no project, you idiot."
Isshin looked even more confused. He laughed. "No project? Then why's Tatsuki-chan here? She said something about meeting - "
"Right!" Renji said quickly, cutting him off. His face looked slightly flushed. "Uh, yeah - and since Ichigo's in such a bad mood, we'll... uh, just work on the project by ourselves." Renji shot them both a quick grin as he rushed out the door. "See ya!"
Ichigo blinked. "What?"
His father laughed heartily. "Ahh, Ichigo my son - how ignorant you are in the ways of love! It looks like that young man and Tatsuki-chan are discovering the - "
"Gah! Shut up, old man!" Ichigo punched him and skulked over to his bed, plopping himself down with a scowl. "Don't say such stupid stuff. There's no way that..." He trailed off, seeing the pointed look his father gave him as he picked himself up off the floor. "There's no way... is there?"
Isshin grinned. "Just keep telling yourself that, son. Just keep telling yourself that."
-Written 19 March 2007
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Hee. I love Ren/Tatsu. Admittedly, I have no idea when this would occur, and I'd have to iron out the circumstances a little better. But it was fun to write. Heh.
-ILB
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Renji/Tatsuki
"Yo - Ichigo!"
The eldest Kurosaki child stared at the sixth division's vice-captain with a look of total indifference. "Renji. What the hell are you doing here?"
Renji pushed inside the room. "Just... wanted to check up on things. You know. Make sure you're... not having any problems." He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "And it's not like I wanted to," he said quickly. "The task fell on me because no one else wanted to do it."
Ichigo stared at him. "Check up on things," he repeated slowly. "What things?"
Renji faltered. "Well... You know! Make sure that you can... fight and... stuff." He stuck his nose up haughtily, making up for his lack of an answer by projecting arrogance and superiority. "Not that it's any of your business of course. Bah. What would you know about proper procedure."
"Nothing," Ichigo retorted. "Which is why you should tell me why the hell you feel it's necessary to come barging into my house uninvited."
"Hey. I knocked - your father let me in. That counts enough as an invitation."
Ichigo rolled his eyes. Before he had a chance to speak, though - and he planned to tell Renji none-too-politely to get the hell out - his father burst into the room. "Good afternoon, Ichigo - my unworthy son!"
Ichigo glared and clenched his teeth to keep from growling. "Dad," he said softly, his tone accusing, "what do you think you're doing? And why the hell did you let this guy in here?"
Isshin gave his son a confused look. "He said he was a friend of yours from school. You need to socialize more, Ichigo - or you'll end up with no one but that scowl of yours for company. I thought maybe you two were working on a project or something. Though I guess you'll have to cut things short, because - "
"That's right," Renji interrupted. "A project." He gave Ichigo a meaningful look. "And I came to... check on how you're doing with it."
Ichigo was quickly growing exasperated. "There's no project, you idiot."
Isshin looked even more confused. He laughed. "No project? Then why's Tatsuki-chan here? She said something about meeting - "
"Right!" Renji said quickly, cutting him off. His face looked slightly flushed. "Uh, yeah - and since Ichigo's in such a bad mood, we'll... uh, just work on the project by ourselves." Renji shot them both a quick grin as he rushed out the door. "See ya!"
Ichigo blinked. "What?"
His father laughed heartily. "Ahh, Ichigo my son - how ignorant you are in the ways of love! It looks like that young man and Tatsuki-chan are discovering the - "
"Gah! Shut up, old man!" Ichigo punched him and skulked over to his bed, plopping himself down with a scowl. "Don't say such stupid stuff. There's no way that..." He trailed off, seeing the pointed look his father gave him as he picked himself up off the floor. "There's no way... is there?"
Isshin grinned. "Just keep telling yourself that, son. Just keep telling yourself that."
-Written 19 March 2007
***
Hee. I love Ren/Tatsu. Admittedly, I have no idea when this would occur, and I'd have to iron out the circumstances a little better. But it was fun to write. Heh.
-ILB
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