FIC: Cosplay
Title: Cosplay
Author: Relic
Rating: PG
Characters: Mild ShuuRen, Ichigo
Genre: Humour
Warnings: Possibly suggestive and very subtle if it is.
Summary: A little holiday treat with our favourite Lieutenants and a dash of strawberry flavoured humour.
Comments: Always appreciated.
“Where is it?” Ichigo growled in frustration throwing another handful of clothing over his shoulder.
Every garment in his closet was piled in a dangerously high and wobbly tower on his desk, the contents of his sock and underwear drawer had been aimed for the bed but had opted to land all over the floor instead, his backpack was spilled open on the foot of his bed and the laundry had been checked three times. He had even checked his Dad and sisters' rooms. There was nowhere else to look.
"Great," Ichigo sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's too early in the morning for this kind of stress."
It was his very first day at his part time job and he had somehow already managed to lose part of his costume. He could have sworn he had left it on his desk. Yes, he definitely had, Renji had been poking at it like it would come to life yesterday when he had come over. Maybe Renji knew where it was... No, he was heading back to Soul Society this morning. A quick glance at the clock told Ichigo that Renji had probably already left and also that he didn’t have much time to keep searching. What was he going to do? He couldn’t show up to work without it. Already his winter break was turning out be a disaster.
Kon waltzed into his room with a manga tucked beneath one arm and wave of his stuffed paw. Paying no heed to the disastrous state of the usually spotless room, he maneuvered through the maze of discarded clothing and proceeded to hop onto the bed. As he flopped on his stomach to read his book, the blue Quincy cross stitched on the back of his head gave Ichigo an idea. He grabbed his cell phone and headed out the door.
Meanwhile in Soul Society…
“What is it?” Hisagi asked.
“A ‘costume,’ I think...” Renji said, holding said costume out for inspection.
“What do you do with it?”
“You wear it.”
“How?” Hisagi asked taking it gingerly out of Renji's hands.
“I’m not too sure.”
“Where did you get it?”
“It’s Ichigo’s.”
“Really?" Hisagi paused in his investigation. "He doesn’t seem the type to wear something like this.”
“He said it was for the part-time job he got during the winter break.”
“So why did you bring it here?”
“I thought we could play with it,” Renji grinned at his lover.
“Is this what they call ‘cosplay’ in the real world?” Hisagi asked.
“Uh, yeah,” Renji shrugged. "Sure it is."
“You’re a kinky guy, Renji.”
“You would know,” The red head grinned cheekily.
“One of my favourite things about you, babe. So, are you going to wear it or am I?”
“I’m not sure where it’s supposed to go but I have a good idea of how I’m gonna wear it.”
“Can’t wait,” Shuuhei said as he stretched back on the pillows and watched Renji disappear into the bathroom with the ‘costume.’
The following day...
“Hey, Ichigo,” Renji said as he climbed in through the window.
“Yo, Renji. I thought you went back to Soul Society.”
“Yeah, I just came to give this back to you.”
“You had it? What the hell, you could have asked! I had to get Ishida to make me another one. Whatever, I guess it can’t hurt to have an extra. Did you need something else? I have to get to work soon...”
"What the hell are you wearing?" Renji asked. "And you say I have shit taste in clothing."
"Shut up! I told you I'm going to work!" Ichigo snapped. "Not like I want to wear this, you know."
Renji watched as Ichigo donned the garment he had just brought back and suddenly it all made sense.
“Oh! It’s a hat!”
Ichigo looked at him like he had grown another head.
“Yeah it’s a hat. What did you think…”
Renji was already halfway out the window.
“Later,” he called out over his shoulder.
Ichigo watched him leave. “Wait! What did you think it was?”
He looked at his reflection in the mirror and his eyes grew frighteningly wide.
“Ewww!” Ichigo yelled as he yanked the elf hat off and whipped it across the room.
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Author: Relic
Rating: PG
Characters: Mild ShuuRen, Ichigo
Genre: Humour
Warnings: Possibly suggestive and very subtle if it is.
Summary: A little holiday treat with our favourite Lieutenants and a dash of strawberry flavoured humour.
Comments: Always appreciated.
“Where is it?” Ichigo growled in frustration throwing another handful of clothing over his shoulder.
Every garment in his closet was piled in a dangerously high and wobbly tower on his desk, the contents of his sock and underwear drawer had been aimed for the bed but had opted to land all over the floor instead, his backpack was spilled open on the foot of his bed and the laundry had been checked three times. He had even checked his Dad and sisters' rooms. There was nowhere else to look.
"Great," Ichigo sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's too early in the morning for this kind of stress."
It was his very first day at his part time job and he had somehow already managed to lose part of his costume. He could have sworn he had left it on his desk. Yes, he definitely had, Renji had been poking at it like it would come to life yesterday when he had come over. Maybe Renji knew where it was... No, he was heading back to Soul Society this morning. A quick glance at the clock told Ichigo that Renji had probably already left and also that he didn’t have much time to keep searching. What was he going to do? He couldn’t show up to work without it. Already his winter break was turning out be a disaster.
Kon waltzed into his room with a manga tucked beneath one arm and wave of his stuffed paw. Paying no heed to the disastrous state of the usually spotless room, he maneuvered through the maze of discarded clothing and proceeded to hop onto the bed. As he flopped on his stomach to read his book, the blue Quincy cross stitched on the back of his head gave Ichigo an idea. He grabbed his cell phone and headed out the door.
Meanwhile in Soul Society…
“What is it?” Hisagi asked.
“A ‘costume,’ I think...” Renji said, holding said costume out for inspection.
“What do you do with it?”
“You wear it.”
“How?” Hisagi asked taking it gingerly out of Renji's hands.
“I’m not too sure.”
“Where did you get it?”
“It’s Ichigo’s.”
“Really?" Hisagi paused in his investigation. "He doesn’t seem the type to wear something like this.”
“He said it was for the part-time job he got during the winter break.”
“So why did you bring it here?”
“I thought we could play with it,” Renji grinned at his lover.
“Is this what they call ‘cosplay’ in the real world?” Hisagi asked.
“Uh, yeah,” Renji shrugged. "Sure it is."
“You’re a kinky guy, Renji.”
“You would know,” The red head grinned cheekily.
“One of my favourite things about you, babe. So, are you going to wear it or am I?”
“I’m not sure where it’s supposed to go but I have a good idea of how I’m gonna wear it.”
“Can’t wait,” Shuuhei said as he stretched back on the pillows and watched Renji disappear into the bathroom with the ‘costume.’
The following day...
“Hey, Ichigo,” Renji said as he climbed in through the window.
“Yo, Renji. I thought you went back to Soul Society.”
“Yeah, I just came to give this back to you.”
“You had it? What the hell, you could have asked! I had to get Ishida to make me another one. Whatever, I guess it can’t hurt to have an extra. Did you need something else? I have to get to work soon...”
"What the hell are you wearing?" Renji asked. "And you say I have shit taste in clothing."
"Shut up! I told you I'm going to work!" Ichigo snapped. "Not like I want to wear this, you know."
Renji watched as Ichigo donned the garment he had just brought back and suddenly it all made sense.
“Oh! It’s a hat!”
Ichigo looked at him like he had grown another head.
“Yeah it’s a hat. What did you think…”
Renji was already halfway out the window.
“Later,” he called out over his shoulder.
Ichigo watched him leave. “Wait! What did you think it was?”
He looked at his reflection in the mirror and his eyes grew frighteningly wide.
“Ewww!” Ichigo yelled as he yanked the elf hat off and whipped it across the room.
Happy Holidays!
Just a quick explanation of the banner below, I have been really into j-rock lately and I get my music from the site linked to this banner. This site has an affiliation program so if you are so inclined to shop for japanese music, video games, magazines, toys and such please click on the banner. So far I have amassed a 2cent credit. Woo!
If you have no interest in such things, please ignore the banner or enjoy some of your favourite Bleach characters flashing by on the banner. Thank you!