Men, Manly Men
Title: Men, Manly Men
Author:
imalooney
Theme: set 7 - #11, Men
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Abarai Renji X Madarame Ikkaku
Disclaimer: I only own Bleach in my wildest dreams, not in real life
“Sake break!”
Ikkaku’s voice echoed throughout the training space. Renji, though somewhat exhausted and in need of a break (and sake), answered back with “Another one?! God, you’re a lazy alcoholic.” Ikkaku just smirked and sent a bottle flying in Renji’s general direction. The two shinigami sat down with their backs against a boulder and began drinking. Renji caught himself staring at Ikkaku between swigs and chastised himself for it. He really did admire the other man greatly. Lately he’d come to think that “love” might be a more appropriate term. Whether it was love or some slightly more masculine emotion such as respect, gratitude, or even admiration, Renji was not about to let Ikkaku know. They were men. What’s more, they were 11th Squad men. They were warriors, not wusses. So even if he wanted to admit something like that, he couldn’t.
“You’re a slow drinker.”
Renji looked over just in time to see Ikkaku finishing his third bottle and toss it aside with the others. Renji quickly downed the remainder of his sake and added the bottle to Ikkaku’s pile. Now out of sake, they stood and drew their zanpakto, ready to begin training again. “Next break you’re buying more sake,” Ikkaku announced as he began his assault. “Fine,” Renji answered as he blocked the incoming attack. And he was fine. With the sake run, with concealing these emotions, with everything. He was, after all, a man.
Author:
imalooney
Theme: set 7 - #11, Men
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Abarai Renji X Madarame Ikkaku
Disclaimer: I only own Bleach in my wildest dreams, not in real life
“Sake break!”
Ikkaku’s voice echoed throughout the training space. Renji, though somewhat exhausted and in need of a break (and sake), answered back with “Another one?! God, you’re a lazy alcoholic.” Ikkaku just smirked and sent a bottle flying in Renji’s general direction. The two shinigami sat down with their backs against a boulder and began drinking. Renji caught himself staring at Ikkaku between swigs and chastised himself for it. He really did admire the other man greatly. Lately he’d come to think that “love” might be a more appropriate term. Whether it was love or some slightly more masculine emotion such as respect, gratitude, or even admiration, Renji was not about to let Ikkaku know. They were men. What’s more, they were 11th Squad men. They were warriors, not wusses. So even if he wanted to admit something like that, he couldn’t.
“You’re a slow drinker.”
Renji looked over just in time to see Ikkaku finishing his third bottle and toss it aside with the others. Renji quickly downed the remainder of his sake and added the bottle to Ikkaku’s pile. Now out of sake, they stood and drew their zanpakto, ready to begin training again. “Next break you’re buying more sake,” Ikkaku announced as he began his assault. “Fine,” Renji answered as he blocked the incoming attack. And he was fine. With the sake run, with concealing these emotions, with everything. He was, after all, a man.