Who's a fruit?
Title: Fun with Fruit
Author:
my_imaginating
Pairing: Renichi
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: I don't own Bleach or its characters.
Warnings: A touch of shounen-ai. Some kissing. Humor. Matchmaking Rukia.
Word count: 491
Summary: Ichigo is stumped by Rukia’s fruit.
Ichigo blinked. This was not happening. Rukia did not just drag him away from his homework to sample desserts made entirely of strawberries and pineapples.*
When Rukia had volunteered to provide the food for Renji's birthday party in the real world, Ichigo's first reaction was relief. Orihime had also volunteered, but Rukia said she knew Renji better. At least it wasn't food made by Orihime, Ichigo had thought guiltily. But now, as he stared down at the confections, he wondered if he should have at least remembered that Rukia was pretty weird too. Yeah, he thought as he examined a fruit platter with slices of pineapples and strawberries, pretty weird. If you tilted your head and narrowed your eyes just right, the arrangement looked a little like Renji's tattoos.... Huh, how was that even possible?
"And and, here there's a strawberry crepe with pineapple glaze..." Rukia stopped. "Are you even listening, Ichigo?"
"Yeah, strawberry and pineapple. Got it. Why is it only these two?"
"It's Renji's birthday, of course!"
"Yeah, I know," Ichigo replied absently, swiping his finger through some pineapple frosting. He studied it a little before continuing, "I get the pineapples, but why strawberries too?"
Rukia paused. "You're not very bright, are you?"
Ichigo's eyes flashed angrily as he looked up at Rukia. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Hey, he was here to be nice, not get insulted by his best friend.
“It means that I love strawberries,” declared a decidedly amused voice. Ichigo whirled around to stare at the redhead. Renji was grinning.
Ichigo huffed. “Well how was I to know that?”
The kitchen exploded in laughter. Rukia and Renji were both holding their sides as they laughed uncontrollably.
Ichigo glared at both of them in equal measure before sucking the frosting off his finger. When Renji’s laughter stopped abruptly at that, Ichigo eyed at him curiously. Renji’s red eyes had darkened slightly and there was a faint flush on his cheeks.
Rukia had stopped by then as well, and seeing at both boys absorbed with one another, she cheerfully departed, saying she was meeting Orihime to go shopping.
“Do you want some?” Ichigo asked. He couldn’t quite figure out why Renji was staring at his finger. “Rukia made plenty of frosting. It’s pretty goo-- mmph!”
Renji had walked in front of Ichigo as he was talking and had kissed him, pushing his tongue into Ichigo’s mouth.
Renji pulled back with a lazy grin. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s pretty good. But,” he said, as he swiped a strawberry off of the counter, “not as good as strawberries.”
All of Ichigo’s comebacks faded as he watched Renji’s tongue swipe over the strawberry before biting into it. His eyes tracked a droplet of strawberry juice that ran slightly down the corner of Renji’s mouth before the pink tongue swiped it away again.
Renji leaned in close, with his mouth hovering just centimeters away from Ichigo’s. “Want some?”
*If you don't watch Bleach, "Ichigo" means "strawberry" in Japanese so they make jokes about that sometimes, and Renji's hair kinda looks like the spiky top of a pineapple, sooo....
Author:
my_imaginating
Pairing: Renichi
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: I don't own Bleach or its characters.
Warnings: A touch of shounen-ai. Some kissing. Humor. Matchmaking Rukia.
Word count: 491
Summary: Ichigo is stumped by Rukia’s fruit.
Ichigo blinked. This was not happening. Rukia did not just drag him away from his homework to sample desserts made entirely of strawberries and pineapples.*
When Rukia had volunteered to provide the food for Renji's birthday party in the real world, Ichigo's first reaction was relief. Orihime had also volunteered, but Rukia said she knew Renji better. At least it wasn't food made by Orihime, Ichigo had thought guiltily. But now, as he stared down at the confections, he wondered if he should have at least remembered that Rukia was pretty weird too. Yeah, he thought as he examined a fruit platter with slices of pineapples and strawberries, pretty weird. If you tilted your head and narrowed your eyes just right, the arrangement looked a little like Renji's tattoos.... Huh, how was that even possible?
"And and, here there's a strawberry crepe with pineapple glaze..." Rukia stopped. "Are you even listening, Ichigo?"
"Yeah, strawberry and pineapple. Got it. Why is it only these two?"
"It's Renji's birthday, of course!"
"Yeah, I know," Ichigo replied absently, swiping his finger through some pineapple frosting. He studied it a little before continuing, "I get the pineapples, but why strawberries too?"
Rukia paused. "You're not very bright, are you?"
Ichigo's eyes flashed angrily as he looked up at Rukia. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Hey, he was here to be nice, not get insulted by his best friend.
“It means that I love strawberries,” declared a decidedly amused voice. Ichigo whirled around to stare at the redhead. Renji was grinning.
Ichigo huffed. “Well how was I to know that?”
The kitchen exploded in laughter. Rukia and Renji were both holding their sides as they laughed uncontrollably.
Ichigo glared at both of them in equal measure before sucking the frosting off his finger. When Renji’s laughter stopped abruptly at that, Ichigo eyed at him curiously. Renji’s red eyes had darkened slightly and there was a faint flush on his cheeks.
Rukia had stopped by then as well, and seeing at both boys absorbed with one another, she cheerfully departed, saying she was meeting Orihime to go shopping.
“Do you want some?” Ichigo asked. He couldn’t quite figure out why Renji was staring at his finger. “Rukia made plenty of frosting. It’s pretty goo-- mmph!”
Renji had walked in front of Ichigo as he was talking and had kissed him, pushing his tongue into Ichigo’s mouth.
Renji pulled back with a lazy grin. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s pretty good. But,” he said, as he swiped a strawberry off of the counter, “not as good as strawberries.”
All of Ichigo’s comebacks faded as he watched Renji’s tongue swipe over the strawberry before biting into it. His eyes tracked a droplet of strawberry juice that ran slightly down the corner of Renji’s mouth before the pink tongue swiped it away again.
Renji leaned in close, with his mouth hovering just centimeters away from Ichigo’s. “Want some?”
*If you don't watch Bleach, "Ichigo" means "strawberry" in Japanese so they make jokes about that sometimes, and Renji's hair kinda looks like the spiky top of a pineapple, sooo....