I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU: Bleach, Chapter 1, Renji/Ichigo

Oct 28, 2010 15:38

I Hate Everything About You

Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo
Warnings: Male/Male kissing, fighting..
Summary: Ichigo and Renji accidentally lock lips whilst they are wrestling. They try to ignore the-kiss-that-never-happened, but what will they do when they discover they have feelings for each other? Yaoi, Ichigo/Renji Set just after Ichigo leaves the Soul Society, around episode #64, season four. Funny,
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A/N: I've been on a rather long hiatus for a while now, but since I've been back I've been badly hooked on Bleach and wanted to write this as it’s been stuck in my mind for quite some time. I normally don't write fanfics, infact this is my first for a few years, so be nice!



Chapter 1

Like any other normal day for Ichigo Kurosaki - well as normal as it could get for a substitute soul reaper pretending to be just an average school student - Renji had the worst timing and equally bad taste in fashion as he came barrelling down the school field. Ichigo wanted to shout at the other soul reaper, if it wasn’t for the simple fact that it would most likely draw more unwanted attention to the hippy clothed idiot. How he thought wearing THAT made him blend in with school students, who knows.

“The hell!” Ichigo tried to side step the older Shinigami when he noticed he wasn’t slowing down, but rather was heading straight for him. However, instead of Ichigo dodging Renji, he ungracefully snagged his foot on a rock and tripped, face meeting mud with an agonizingly loud thump. “Damn it, Renji!” Ichigo yelled up at the man, his voice muffled from lying on the ground. He held back the sting in his eyes and pushed up, coming face to face with the grinning, spikey haired soul reaper.

“What you doing down there, Strawberry?” Renji’s eyes flickered mischievously.

Ichigo gritted his teeth and responded the only way he knew how around the infuriating soul reaper, and shoved him backwards followed by his fist connecting with Reni’s chin. “Idiot!” Ichigo shouted.

Renji stumbled slightly, but quickly came back with a punch that Ichigo managed to grab and squeezed it tightly in his own fist. Renji drawled, “That the best you got, boy?” with his wolfish grin still intact, despite being smacked in the kisser only moments before.

With his unused hand Ichigo tried to land another punch to the grinning fools mouth, but failed when Renji grabbed his fist leaving them both pushing and gripping against each other’s hands in a war of who had the tightest grip. Fingers interlocked, squeezing, scratching and tingling from pain and a somewhat pleasant feeling Ichigo couldn’t quite place, they were stuck by their hands as if glued by some unknown force. Neither one letting go.

White teeth bared in a huge, wolfish smile, Renji hooked a leg behind Ichigo’s knee, making the younger soul reaper loose his balance. Ichigo crashed to the ground once more.

But not one to be taken too easily, Ichigo used his strength to hold onto Renji’s hands, tugging him down with all his force, causing Renji to fall on top of him. Their chests collided painfully knocking the wind out of them both and they panted, foreheads pressed together and finished their senseless battle by glaring at one another, as if, by some miracle, they would be able to learn how to shoot electrical sparks out of their eyes and finish what they started.

Wanting the upper hand, Ichigo rolled them over, pinning the older man to the ground and connected a knee to the side of Reni’s ribs for good measure. Ichigo hated how the other soul reaper never showed any pain, but rather continued to grin madly. He wanted to wipe that smile of the other man’s face because all it managed to do was infuriate Ichigo even further.
Renji grabbed Ichigo’s elbow that was about to connect with his own face, stopping the impending blow and pulled hard, causing Ichigo to tumble and fall flat onto the warm body below.

Both of them froze, suddenly very aware of something very hot and moist and soft against their mouths. Neither one was sure why the other was not removing their lips; possibly because they were so tangled on the floor from their wrestle it was near to impossible.

Renji felt Ichigo’s warm breath pass through his slightly open lips, tasting something familiar. Despite being in a very awkward lip lock, with a surprisingly comfortable weight on top him, Renji laughed at this. His lips moved ever so lightly, brushing gently against Ichigo’s as he laughed. The moment suddenly came to an end when, mortified from feeling a sudden spark from the brushing of lips against lips, Renji shoved at the substitute soul reaper, causing him to fall to the ground for the third time that day.

Ichigo was at a loss for words, embarrassment taking over him completely and refused to look at Renji.

Renji stood and dusted himself off, composing himself to hide the creeping feeling that tried to spread across his cheeks. He laughed once more, “You know Ichigo, I always thought you would taste like strawberries,” laughed Renji, hiding behind his wolfish smile to defend against his nerves. “And I guess I was right.”

“What did you just say?” Ichigo snarled. He leapt to his feet, obviously forgetting about his own embarrassment and the incident of that-kiss-which-shall-never-be-spoken-of-again, by invading the older man’s personal space once more and pressing his forehead to Renji’s, to glare and shout at him.

“You actually thought about what I tasted l-like before?” Ichigo tried to snarl, but was embarrassed once more when it did not come out the way he had intended as his voice cracked at the end. Before Renji could reply, for he really, really, did not want to know the answer to that question and felt incredibly stupid for even asking it, Ichigo spun around and patted the dirt and dust off himself. “Never mind, you idiot. What the hell did you come here for anyway?”

Ichigo did not dare look back, knowing only too well that the man behind him would be as composed as a wall, never one to really show any true emotion other than that stupid grin of his. Unlike Ichigo, who was struggling to hide his embarrassment and quickening breath.

“Urahara has some news,” Renji said eyebrows lifting amusingly when the boy did not turn around. His eyes flickered down the younger soul Reapers back, noticing a dirt patch right where trousers met shirt. He couldn’t help but admire how strong Ichigo had got since he had returned from the soul society. He was slim, but he still held unimaginable amounts of power.

“Yeah and what’s that? Or have you lost the power to speak, Renji?” Ichigo said, snarl firmly back in place, turning to look over his shoulder with a frown. His breath hitched when he noticed Renji checking him out. “RENJI!”

“You missed a spot,” Renji casually said, simply pointed to Ichigo’s backside as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be checking out another guy’s body.

He hated the glazed-out look in Renji’s eyes which was causing his own heart to beat that much faster and louder. I hate you so damn much, thought Ichigo, blaming the red haired, tattooed soul reaper for making him feel this way.

“Anyway, Urahara sent me here to tell you that I’m training you from now on, to control that Bankai of yours. I noticed you still can’t use it in the human world?”

Ichigo’s frown deepened. “And what makes you think you will be able to train me? You’ve obviously forgotten I almost killed you in Soul Society!”

In contrast to Ichigo’s deep frown, Renji simply smiled and said, “And you really need to learn when to shut up, boy. Or do I have to get my Bankai out,” Renji liked the flustered look on Ichigo’s face as he said ‘Bankai’, now knowing how he could get under the boys skin, “and show you why I am the only one here who can train you how to use it?”

“Not here, damn it, you idiot,” Ichigo quickly said. The school bell rang, and it couldn’t have come at a better time. Ichigo walked away back towards school, but not before saying, “Get out of here, I’m surprised no one has even spotted you yet!” Followed with the usual mutter of “Idiot,” that he so affectionately called Renji.

“See you after school then, Strawberry,” Renji teased, putting a sensual drawl on the last word knowing how it irritated the younger boy.

Ichigo suddenly felt very hot and his breath hitched after Renji had called him strawberry. But that, obviously had nothing to do with the kiss-that-never-happened and Renji telling him he tasted of the bloody fruit.

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After school, just as Renji had promised after the-kiss-that-never-happened, he was stood outside the school gates waiting for Ichigo. The younger of the two scowled but ignored Renji and was thankful when he simply just walked on ahead as if expecting Ichigo to follow. They were heading towards Urahara’s shop.

“I hate everything about you,” Ichigo grumbled to himself, following shortly behind the spikey haired soul reaper. I hate that you’re the one who is training me. I hate the way your hair looks like a bloody pineapple. I hate that you act as if nothing happened earlier. I hate that we kissed. I hate that I really, really can’t seem to get it out of my head. I hate that I sort-of-in-a-curious-kind-of-way, want to know what it would really feel like to kiss you…

“Did you say something, Strawberry?” Renji asked suspiciously, coming to a stop when they reached the entrance to the training ground, which was modelled on the Sōkyoku Hill training ground in the soul society, underneath Urahara’s shop.

Ichigo was extremely glad Renji had put a stop to his trailing thoughts. He wanted to dive head first into the cave and bury his head in the sand. “No,” Ichigo said quickly, “Let’s just get on with this.”

Renji’s trademark, wide spread, wolfish smile was firmly in place. “Eager are we? And what? Y’not going to wrestle me to the ground this time just like earlier?” Renji asked, smile turning into a smirk when he saw how flustered Ichigo was beginning to appear. “Or are you scared that maybe,” Renji agonisingly slowly walked towards Ichigo, like a wolf stalking its prey, “just maybe, you want a repeat of what happened earlier?”

They were now nose to nose, chest to chest, hot breath tickling lips but not quite touching, and neither one of them moving away once more as if they were somehow stuck like that. Warmth pooled and swirled in both of their groins, their breath and heart beat quickening, blood rushing as their spiritual pressure heightened. Renji’s words thumped through Ichigo’s head, as if they were daring him to prove a point.

And Ichigo hated to lose.

Ichigo’s mouth betrayed him before his brain caught up with what he was doing. Suddenly and firmly and awkwardly, Ichigo cracked their teeth together in an effort to kiss the taller soul reaper. His teeth grazed Renji’s lower lip and moved his mouth to cover Renji’s chapped lips fully with his own. Ichigo was extremely surprised to feel something slippery pass between his lips, slipping and sliding and swirling against his own tongue.

Ichigo shoved and nudged at Renji, moving them backwards until Renji’s back connected with the wall, not once letting their mouths part. Like this, both of them were now fully aware of something very, very hard digging into each other’s hips, pulsing and warm.

Ichigo gasped and pulled away as if burned, worried, wide eyes staring at the dishevelled older man before him.

“Now that was a bit unexpected…” said Renji, a small smile playing on his lips. Ichigo felt like trying to dig himself out of the hole which he unlikely just made for himself. He now wishes he had just buried his head in the sand below. But before he could say a word, not that he was able to process any words at the moment, Renji continued, “Not that I mind,” his red, slippery wet lips curving up into a bigger smile, “I happen to really enjoy the taste of strawberries.”

Renji sealed his mouth back over Ichigo’s fleetingly, but it seemed to be over faster than a flash-step because before Ichigo had a chance to comprehend he was being kissed once more, he had been shoved down the hole into the training ground, with his head buried deep in the sand.

End

A/N: *Laughs* I love torturing Ichigo :D I’m thinking of leaving this as a one-shot for now, but who knows, perhaps I’ll get some more inspiration and keep on writing this, that is, if anyone even thinks this was any good. Please review and maybe it will inspire me to write more! x

fanfic, fandom: bleach, fic: i hate everything about you

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