~This is not something he ought to be doing

[zetsuboutaichou]

Characters: Izuru Kira, Renji? OPEN?
Where: Heading into the 3rd Division
When: Sept 9 - about midnight
Rating: R (Probably for language and Kira flailing and being rather violent. Maybe.)
Summary: It's Gin's birthday. So Kira is getting drunk. Very drunk.

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[howls_at_stars]

Renji was glad Kira surrendered the blade without a fight--the last thing he needed was for Kira to accidentally run someone (or himself) through. Letting go of Kira's arm just long enough to stab Wabisuke's tip into the soft dirt of the yard (with a quiet apology, though the spirit was long gone), Renji whirled back to Kira and darted forward when the younger man moved toward the trees with renewed fervor. Renji knew exactly what he was planning, and he just couldn't allow it.

"W-wait, Kira, don't take it out on the trees, man," he chided. "They didn't do nothin' wrong." He knew Kira hated those trees--he'd hated them ever since Ichimaru's betrayal, as if they had personally wronged him somehow. He didn't quite understand it, but...well, Renji didn't really know how it felt to be betrayed by one's own captain. As much at-odds as he and Byakuya often were, even as they'd crossed blades, Byakuya had never betrayed him.

Well...there was that one time he'd thrown him in jail half-dead, but...that didn't really count, did it?

"Ki-Kira, stop, just stop for a second," Renji said, skittering around to stand before his friend, his big hands on Kira's bony shoulders and a stern look in his eyes, which was in hilarious contrast to the wobbly, unfocused look in Kira's eyes. "Kira, listen to me, taking out those trees ain't gonna fix nothin', okay? You've threatened this before, and in the end, you always realize it won't fix it...can't you just let it go?"

They were perfectly good persimmon trees! Yes, Ichimaru had planted them, but that didn't make them inherently evil.

--Did it? Was that possible? ...Renji didn't think so, but he frowned a moment, suddenly slightly less convinced. Had it been a persimmon tree he'd fallen out of when he'd nigh cleaved his solar plexus on a tombstone the day he'd met Kira? He couldn't remember. Maybe persimmon trees were evil...