Bleach RenRuki Fic, Kanpai 2/?
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Title: Kanpai
Chapter: Bella Notte, 2/?
Genre: Genereal/Romance
Rating: T
Spoilers: If you haven't seen episode 118 and 119, you might want to skip this. Other than that, nothing.
Word Count: 1,306
Summary: This time Renji and Rukia are having a few drinks in the park, when they decide to immitate a few more friends. Ikkaku and Yumichika to be exact.
“So Freeloader, it looks like you and Rukia had an eventful night.”
Rukia was instantly awake at the sound of the shopkeeper’s voice, and she looked up to see Urahara with his cane and Tessai with his arms full of groceries staring at her and Renji on the porch. She tried to pull away from him and sit up strait, but his hold only became even stronger around her tiny shoulders.
“I wouldn’t necessarily call it eventful as much as I'd call it…progressive,” Renji said with a sly look on his face.
“Good morning Tessai. Urahara.” She’d had enough of being talked about like she wasn’t here.
“Good morning Rukia.” Urahara chuckled at her as he tilted his hat up ever so slightly, Tessai just nodded, his mouth a thin line.
She tried to straiten up again, but Renji’s arm wouldn’t move.
Grinning, the shop owner asked, “Shall I set another place for breakfast?”
“No, that’s alright. I should get going soon.”
“If you insist my dear. Come on, Tessai. I’m starving.”
Once the two men were inside, Rukia turned to Renji and stared up at him in disbelief. “Just what the hell was that about!? Why wouldn’t you let me up? That was one of the most embarrassing situations I’ve ever been in and you didn’t have the common decency to…” she stopped very suddenly when she realized Renji was shaking with silent laughter.
“You asshole,” she spat out as she shot up from the bench. But before she could take a step forward, his hand reached out and pulled her back down beside him.
“Calm down little girl. Nothing happened that you need to be ashamed about, and it’s just Urahara. He of all people has no right to judge whatever did or didn’t happen. And if nothing else, the man knows how to keep a secret. You gotta give him that.”
Rukia huffed and crossed her arms, but she wasn’t about to let Renji off the hook that easily.
“That’s not the point. Just because you don’t care about what anyone thinks about you, doesn’t mean the rest of us feel the same way.”
“So what, are you saying you’re embarrassed to be seen with me?”
She quickly turned around and placed a hand on his arm. “Of course I’m not saying that, but Renji - oh you bastard.”
He was smiling again, and she realized that he was just trying to get a rise out of her. She let out an over-exaggerated sigh and leaned back against him.
The two of them watched the sun rise higher and higher, each perfectly content with the morning and the company they were in.
“We should do this more often,” she said at last.
“What?”
“This,” she answered as she reached up and entwined her fingers in his. “You and me. We should have a designated night for just the two of us.”
Renji was quiet a little too long for her comfort, and she was about to speak up and tell him to forget the whole thing.
“We should,” he replied at last. “Once a week would be too much to ask for, but how about once a month? I’m sure we’d both be able to swing that. Whaddya say?”
He looked down the same time she looked up, and their faces were so close, Rukia forgot to breathe. She stared at his mouth, which for once, wasn’t quirking, and it felt like a million Hell Butterflies had been set loose in her stomach.
She quickly pulled away from him, and jumped up to her feet. “That sounds good,” she said as she started to smooth out the bottom of her dress. “Same time next month?”
Renji’s mouth was quirking once again as he answered. “It’s a date.” He watched as she clumsily made her way down the stairs and onto the street, smile in place.
“Freeloader! Why does my shop smell like a distillery?”
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A month later, and they were sitting in a remote spot in the park for their little celebration. Renji had somehow managed to pilfer another bottle of sake from Shunsui, and Rukia provided a blanket and some snacks for the outing.
There was a soccer match going on nearby, as well as a small outdoor concert; so there was ample entertainment for them.
“So tell me about your tattoos,” Rukia kept pestering him about them.
“What do you wanna know?”
“Everything,” she slurred. “What they mean. Why you got them. Did they hurt? Who did them? Are you going to get more?”
“I don’t think you’re ready for the answers for the first two yet, but I can answer the others. Yes they hurt. Some guy in the Soul Society whose name you’re not getting because I don’t want you pestering him. And yes, I’m planning on more.”
“But if they hurt, why are you getting more?” she asked as she traced the lines on his neck.
Renji pursed his lips in thought, trying to figure out the best way to explain himself. “The hurt goes away,” he said at last. “And once the needle starts to dance over your skin, you get this…feeling of euphoria. An adrenaline rush or something. And besides,” he continued as he turned his arm over, staring at the intersecting design. “Once the pain goes away, you’re left with something beautiful. Unique. A little piece of your soul bared.”
“Oh really,” Rukia queried as she poured them both more sake. “And what do yours say about you?”
Renji grinned wolfishly at her. “That I find beauty in complexity.”
Giggling, Rukia pushed herself upright. “Well I have to disagree,” she said in a haughty tone.
“What?” a perplexed Renji asked.
Rukia casually ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it away from her face. “I think that tattoos are not beautiful. At least not as beautiful as my orange collar.”
Renji was grinning now that he got what she was doing, and jumped up on his feet. “Oh, you mean your dog collar? Like the ones the vets use to keep the animals from licking themselves? I’ve always wondered why you’d wear something so tacky.”
Rukia ‘hmmphed’. “Well, at least I don’t find it necessary to pick fights with everyone to show off my masculinity. Please, we all know that you wish you were Yachiru riding around on Kenpachi’s shoulder. Jealousy is so not beautiful.”
Renji was doing his best to keep a strait face and not break character. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you come and say that to my face, huh!? Afraid to take on a real man? Or have you forgotten that I’ve mastered my bankai, when you can’t even get your zanpaktou to manifest?”
Rukia gasped and shot up. “You take that back!”
“Make me.”
Rukia lunged forward, and the two of them proceeded to play fight for about ten minutes, before they both collapsed they were laughing so hard.
Rukia rolled over so that her head landed on Renji’s outstretched arm.
“You’re actually pretty good at that,” he told her.
“Yeah well, I had a good teacher,” she said catching her breath. “I’m really having a good time, Renji.”
He tilted his head to better look at her. “Why do you sound so surprised?”
“I’m not. I mean, it’s a beautiful night. We’re listening to beautiful music. Watching the beautiful game.”
“Okay Rukia, you can stop it now.”
“No, I’m sure I’ve got a few more in here somewhere. Let’s see, ummmm, the weather is beautiful. The -” she was abruptly cut off as Renji put his hand over her mouth.
“That’s enough little girl. Why don’t you just lie back and look at the stars, huh?”
“Why?” she smirked. “Are you tired of barking at them?”
He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. “Maybe I am. Maybe I am.”
A/N: As always, if you're a readin', please be reviewin'. It helps me figure out what you all like and what you don't. Also, if you have any requests for who the the two of them immitate, I'm all ears. And brownie points to all the soccer fans out there who got the joke. ;)
Title: Kanpai
Chapter: Bella Notte, 2/?
Genre: Genereal/Romance
Rating: T
Spoilers: If you haven't seen episode 118 and 119, you might want to skip this. Other than that, nothing.
Word Count: 1,306
Summary: This time Renji and Rukia are having a few drinks in the park, when they decide to immitate a few more friends. Ikkaku and Yumichika to be exact.
“So Freeloader, it looks like you and Rukia had an eventful night.”
Rukia was instantly awake at the sound of the shopkeeper’s voice, and she looked up to see Urahara with his cane and Tessai with his arms full of groceries staring at her and Renji on the porch. She tried to pull away from him and sit up strait, but his hold only became even stronger around her tiny shoulders.
“I wouldn’t necessarily call it eventful as much as I'd call it…progressive,” Renji said with a sly look on his face.
“Good morning Tessai. Urahara.” She’d had enough of being talked about like she wasn’t here.
“Good morning Rukia.” Urahara chuckled at her as he tilted his hat up ever so slightly, Tessai just nodded, his mouth a thin line.
She tried to straiten up again, but Renji’s arm wouldn’t move.
Grinning, the shop owner asked, “Shall I set another place for breakfast?”
“No, that’s alright. I should get going soon.”
“If you insist my dear. Come on, Tessai. I’m starving.”
Once the two men were inside, Rukia turned to Renji and stared up at him in disbelief. “Just what the hell was that about!? Why wouldn’t you let me up? That was one of the most embarrassing situations I’ve ever been in and you didn’t have the common decency to…” she stopped very suddenly when she realized Renji was shaking with silent laughter.
“You asshole,” she spat out as she shot up from the bench. But before she could take a step forward, his hand reached out and pulled her back down beside him.
“Calm down little girl. Nothing happened that you need to be ashamed about, and it’s just Urahara. He of all people has no right to judge whatever did or didn’t happen. And if nothing else, the man knows how to keep a secret. You gotta give him that.”
Rukia huffed and crossed her arms, but she wasn’t about to let Renji off the hook that easily.
“That’s not the point. Just because you don’t care about what anyone thinks about you, doesn’t mean the rest of us feel the same way.”
“So what, are you saying you’re embarrassed to be seen with me?”
She quickly turned around and placed a hand on his arm. “Of course I’m not saying that, but Renji - oh you bastard.”
He was smiling again, and she realized that he was just trying to get a rise out of her. She let out an over-exaggerated sigh and leaned back against him.
The two of them watched the sun rise higher and higher, each perfectly content with the morning and the company they were in.
“We should do this more often,” she said at last.
“What?”
“This,” she answered as she reached up and entwined her fingers in his. “You and me. We should have a designated night for just the two of us.”
Renji was quiet a little too long for her comfort, and she was about to speak up and tell him to forget the whole thing.
“We should,” he replied at last. “Once a week would be too much to ask for, but how about once a month? I’m sure we’d both be able to swing that. Whaddya say?”
He looked down the same time she looked up, and their faces were so close, Rukia forgot to breathe. She stared at his mouth, which for once, wasn’t quirking, and it felt like a million Hell Butterflies had been set loose in her stomach.
She quickly pulled away from him, and jumped up to her feet. “That sounds good,” she said as she started to smooth out the bottom of her dress. “Same time next month?”
Renji’s mouth was quirking once again as he answered. “It’s a date.” He watched as she clumsily made her way down the stairs and onto the street, smile in place.
“Freeloader! Why does my shop smell like a distillery?”
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A month later, and they were sitting in a remote spot in the park for their little celebration. Renji had somehow managed to pilfer another bottle of sake from Shunsui, and Rukia provided a blanket and some snacks for the outing.
There was a soccer match going on nearby, as well as a small outdoor concert; so there was ample entertainment for them.
“So tell me about your tattoos,” Rukia kept pestering him about them.
“What do you wanna know?”
“Everything,” she slurred. “What they mean. Why you got them. Did they hurt? Who did them? Are you going to get more?”
“I don’t think you’re ready for the answers for the first two yet, but I can answer the others. Yes they hurt. Some guy in the Soul Society whose name you’re not getting because I don’t want you pestering him. And yes, I’m planning on more.”
“But if they hurt, why are you getting more?” she asked as she traced the lines on his neck.
Renji pursed his lips in thought, trying to figure out the best way to explain himself. “The hurt goes away,” he said at last. “And once the needle starts to dance over your skin, you get this…feeling of euphoria. An adrenaline rush or something. And besides,” he continued as he turned his arm over, staring at the intersecting design. “Once the pain goes away, you’re left with something beautiful. Unique. A little piece of your soul bared.”
“Oh really,” Rukia queried as she poured them both more sake. “And what do yours say about you?”
Renji grinned wolfishly at her. “That I find beauty in complexity.”
Giggling, Rukia pushed herself upright. “Well I have to disagree,” she said in a haughty tone.
“What?” a perplexed Renji asked.
Rukia casually ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it away from her face. “I think that tattoos are not beautiful. At least not as beautiful as my orange collar.”
Renji was grinning now that he got what she was doing, and jumped up on his feet. “Oh, you mean your dog collar? Like the ones the vets use to keep the animals from licking themselves? I’ve always wondered why you’d wear something so tacky.”
Rukia ‘hmmphed’. “Well, at least I don’t find it necessary to pick fights with everyone to show off my masculinity. Please, we all know that you wish you were Yachiru riding around on Kenpachi’s shoulder. Jealousy is so not beautiful.”
Renji was doing his best to keep a strait face and not break character. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you come and say that to my face, huh!? Afraid to take on a real man? Or have you forgotten that I’ve mastered my bankai, when you can’t even get your zanpaktou to manifest?”
Rukia gasped and shot up. “You take that back!”
“Make me.”
Rukia lunged forward, and the two of them proceeded to play fight for about ten minutes, before they both collapsed they were laughing so hard.
Rukia rolled over so that her head landed on Renji’s outstretched arm.
“You’re actually pretty good at that,” he told her.
“Yeah well, I had a good teacher,” she said catching her breath. “I’m really having a good time, Renji.”
He tilted his head to better look at her. “Why do you sound so surprised?”
“I’m not. I mean, it’s a beautiful night. We’re listening to beautiful music. Watching the beautiful game.”
“Okay Rukia, you can stop it now.”
“No, I’m sure I’ve got a few more in here somewhere. Let’s see, ummmm, the weather is beautiful. The -” she was abruptly cut off as Renji put his hand over her mouth.
“That’s enough little girl. Why don’t you just lie back and look at the stars, huh?”
“Why?” she smirked. “Are you tired of barking at them?”
He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. “Maybe I am. Maybe I am.”
A/N: As always, if you're a readin', please be reviewin'. It helps me figure out what you all like and what you don't. Also, if you have any requests for who the the two of them immitate, I'm all ears. And brownie points to all the soccer fans out there who got the joke. ;)