Ladies and Gentlemen- Chapter 14
Ladies and Gentlemen 14
Warning, yaoi...
Bleach is Kubo's and Blue is Eiffel 65's
***I took the liberty of another time skip (a little over a year)...I want to get Ichigo through school more quickly.
All Good Doctors Need Their Beauty Sleep
"Alright Mr. Heim, it appears that you are ready for the next step." I smiled down at my favorite of the three patients I am currently assigned. Sixty five years old, going on thirty, the crazy old bat has been anxiously waiting to replace his deteriorating Aortic Valve. Having been bedridden for almost 3 weeks, I suppose I can hardly blame him.
He smiled back looking up from the examining table, the happiness in his eyes lighting up his entire face. Even the dark circles and wrinkles seemed to momentarily disappear.
"Finally m'boy. I have been waiting to get this surgery for over a month. My little lady is going to be so happy! I can't wait to get back to runnin' 'round the town."
When he had calmed down enough to focus once more I continued, "After reviewing your patient log, Dr. Urahara will set a date within the next week. We'll talk more about estimated recovery time, and what is expected of you post surgery at that time as well. For now you should get some rest, after you call your wife of course."
He nodded in understanding, still smiling as we exited the room together. "Hate to cut out our daily conversation, but I must call my wife right away with the good news. Thank you Doc. Kurosaki." He walks off to the nearest phone and I try to suppress a light blush. No matter how many times I tell him that I am just a student, at least until the end of this year, he insists that I am more entitled to that prefix than most of the real Doctors he's encountered. Crazy old man.
Dropping off Mr. Heim's chart, I make my way down the hall to log out. It's still only 5:30, and Shiro doesn't get off work until 7:00, so once I make it to his place, I should have time for a quick nap before dinner. I think he said something about wanting to try French cuisine...Honestly, I am not even certain what that entails. My only hope is that we will be able to read the menu.
Finishing bar duty, I head back to the changing room to grab my keys and phone. If I hurry, I should be out of here before Grimmjow's set ends. Finding said items, I turn on my heel only to realize that my path to freedom is blocked by a big, blue, ferally grinning, cookie monster. What the hell did he do, run here from the stage?
"Yer sprint time is rather impressive Cookie." On another thought, If I want to get out of here within the next hour, I should probably avoid riling his temper.
"Che, you tryin' to avoid me Snowflake? What's the matter, afraid I'll give ya the ass kickin' you deserve?"
"Psh, as if ya could. And no, I simply have better things to do." I can see this going badly but can't seem to help myself.
"That so? What the hell is better than a good fight?" Yep, too perfect...
"A good fuck." Sure enough, the unsaid sex with Ichigo message registers quickly, and I find myself dodging a fist to the face. The throw left him off balance and I took the chance to tackle him. Somehow, he managed a slight twist while going down and we both landed on our sides with a thud on the wooden floor, still struggling to gain the upper hand. Unfortunately, the bastard is about 30 to 40 pounds heavier than myself, so this type of struggle has me at a disadvantage.
My words come out strained from the exertion, "I can't believe ya haven' moved on yet. Ichi and I 'ave been t'gether fer over a damn year!"
"You know I don't share well Snowflake." The effort it takes to keep him from rolling over on top of me is zapping my strength and I know that if I want to get out of his grip, I will have to take a risk. Removing my grip from his shoulder, he almost has me on my back when my now free hand clocks his jaw. The hit momentarily stuns him and I am able to thrust my knee into his briefly exposed side. He wheezes and would have finished falling on top of me had I not taken that moment to push him back with all the force I could gather. He lands flat on his back, and I take the opportunity to quickly scramble to my feet. That was a little too close for comfort.
"Well then, I suppose it's a good thing Ichigo isn't yours to share." I smirk and head for the door receiving a breathy "He will be" in response. I ignore the jibe and check to see how much time was wasted on Grimmjow. Damn, already 7:30? I flip my phone shut and silently pray that Ichigo doesn't hold it against me for running a little late. I really did try this time.
I arrive home just before 8:00 and rush to my room to change. If I speed, I can still make it to Ichigo's by 8:15 and then to the restaurant for our 8:30 reservation. Deliberating the time crunch, I walk into my room and am in mid-motion to flip the light on when I notice a large bump in my bed that wasn't there when I left this morning. I feel a smile erupt on my face, looks like I won't be needing to pick him up.
Leaving the light off, I walk over to the bed and peer down at my sleeping lover. The dwindling light from the window is still just enough to make out his features. His trademark scowl has disappeared and the unforgiving tension in his shoulders seems to have dissipated as well.
During my silent observation, I realize that I really don't have the heart to wake him. In all honesty, crawling in bed with him sounds way better than French food anyway. We can always throw something together later if the need arises, we're pretty good at that. Decision made, I strip down to my boxers and carefully join Ichigo in bed. He stirs lightly, out of habit rolls over and places his head on my chest, but never fully wakens. While this isn't exactly how I envisioned our 'date,' at least we still ended up in bed together.
I'm Blue
Da ba dee da ba die,
Da ba dee da ba die,
Da ba dee da ba die.
I'm Blue
Da ba dee...
Groaning at the rather rude awakening, I shift in bed and punch Shiro in the arm to wake him up. He grunts in response and cracks open one golden hued eye.
"Grimmjow is calling you." I tiredly mumble and roll over to try and reclaim sleep, fighting the feeling that I am forgetting something important.
He rolls over and grabs his phone, "Alrigh' I'll tell 'im ta fuck off."
Suddenly remembering that we had, and obviously missed a date tonight, my eyes snap open and I turn back to Shiro. Before I can question him on it, he flips open his phone...
"Fuck off." ...And promptly snaps it shut again. I bite back a laugh while thinking about Grimmjow's reaction to that.
Before setting the phone back on the nightstand, he pushes the power button to avoid the inevitable second call. "Should'a turned the damn thing off earlier, sorry it woke ya Ichi."
Still trying not to laugh at his phone manners, I respond, "Don't worry about it, we need to eat something anyway. Looks like it's not going to be French though."
He laughs and pulls me close, "Yeah well, I couldn't find it in me ta wake ya, you look so cute in yer sleep n' all. Besides, all good Doctors need their beauty sleep."
I blush and flick him in the forehead, "Yeah but I'd have rather gone on our date than sleep my Friday night away."
"It's only 11:00, nights not over yet Ichi. Isn't that joint yer friend works at open 24 hours?"
"Yeah, on the weekends it is." I could go for cheeseburger right about now.
"Alright then, let's grab a bite ta eat and check out that new night club that just opened up."
I feel my face flush, "Isn't that a strip joint?"
He chuckles and I resist the urge to hit him, "Yes, but it couldn't hurt to check out the competition, and they're supposed to have this great, state of the art, rotating dance floor. Besides, it's been so long since we danced together Ichi." He props his head up and looks down at me. While I can't see him very clearly in the dark, I know that there is hope and excitement shining in his eyes.
I'd heard about the place, and honestly am not surprised that Shiro wants to check it out. He does want to open a similar place in the not to distant future. In fact, I think his business plan is almost finished. So of course, I am willing to suck up any embarrassment I might have about going for his sake.
Oh the things I am willing to do for this man...