talking air freshener (1/1) (Tatsuki/Renji)
Talking Air Freshener
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tatsuki Ariwasa/Renji Abarai, mentions of Ichigo & Orihime
Warnings: Alcohol mention, yo.
Summary: Next time, she'll just bring him with her.
Notes: For darkmagic_luvr . Also for the 100_women prompt "strawberry". Long b/c dang...dialog just consumes me.
Tatsuki remembers going to the club. She’s into partying lately. With the classes at the university and constant training for competitions, Tatsuki thinks it’s fair to have some fun. It’s every other week she goes. Alone, as per usual because she’d never bring Orihime here and there’s really no one else she’d have a good time with. School friends have gone their separate ways. It’s just her now.
Tatsuki remembers drinking. It’s never been her thing but, recently, alcohol has a certain pro to it. Leaning over the counter and ordering her drink is becoming easier, she’s not unsure anymore. It helps to forget. Maybe.
She remembers dancing. Remembers laughing and listening to the music, moving to beats. There were dance partners, strange figures. She remembers just some things.
However, Tatsuki does not remember having a conversation, especially the one a certain someone is presently insisting she had with him.
“You said I looked like a hybrid of a strawberry and a pineapple.”
She would laugh. Honestly, she would. But even the smile that creeps onto her face hurts her head and Tatsuki’s grimacing. Rolling onto her side, she buries her face into the pillows. Huh. They smell nice. Not that she was expecting rotten eggs, maybe cheap laundry detergent, but there’s a strange odor, like something sweet.
Renji Abarai. She had associated him with Ichigo at first and that single impression stretched out for awhile until a few months ago. Tatsuki had spotted him around the area lately, though she hadn’t asked why. They held a couple of conversations after coincidentally following up on a hollow presence. So she’s not all that surprised she’s lying on a bed, in his apartment, located somewhere in the slums Karakura Town. Part of her wonders why he hadn’t dropped her off at her own place. Why didn’t he know where she lived? What kind of shinigami is he? Tatsuki’s just happy he didn’t dump her on Ichigo. Last thing she needs is Ichigo telling her she’ll develop a problem and then lose interest a second later.
It had been a big surprise to wake up in a foreign apartment but she saw him and knew things were okay. She only remembers getting drunk and dancing, so nothing terrible could have happened. Well. She hopes. Or, according to him, name calling is a big no-no in his book.
He’s babbling again and she’s groaning as the voice painfully reaches her ears. “Hey, are you listening? Comparing a great warrior to produce can be slightly offending, you know. And what about-”
When she raises a hand, the voice finally stops. In a low tone, Tatsuki replies, “…Look, I don’t remember much about last night. I don’t even remember seeing you. So chill, Renji.”
“Not sure how we got on a first name basis here,” Renji grumbles and sits on the side of the bed, sighing. “I should call Ichigo. He’ll-”
“No,” Tatsuki protests a bit too loudly and she whimpers, stuffing her face into the pillows again. Ah, that smell…it’s kind of relaxing.
“Fine. No telling Ichigo. But you should probably have someone come with you next time. Jeez, what have you done in the past?”
“Dunno,” Tatsuki rolls over and spies him glancing over his shoulder to look at her. “I never let it get that bad, I guess.”
Renji sighs, nodding. Tatsuki frowns in confusion at a sudden thought.
“What were you doing there? Shinigami can’t get drunk, do they?”
He offers a rather dull look. “We’re shinigami. Think of us like super-powered humans with swords.”
Tatsuki tries. And then muffles a laugh before it hurts. “With pineapple heads?”
Renji spluttered, “Wha-hey!”
Wincing, Tatsuki waves a dismissive hand. “Cool it, pineapple-taicho.”
Tatsuki watches with great amusement as he forcibly takes a deep breath and grits out, “Don’t call me that.”
“Strawberry then.”
“Not that either,” Renji hisses and pinches the bridge of his nose.
Oh, he’s so entertaining. Tatsuki smirks. “C’mere.”
Renji opens on eye, tattooed eyebrow raised. “What?”
Beckoning with one hand, she waits as he cautiously makes his way to the side of the bed. She gestures for him to come closer and he rolls his eyes, bending forward, near enough to touch. Reaching up, Tatsuki tugs violently at his clothing and he yelps in shock as he almost topples over her. A heartbeat later, she pushes him away, smirking.
Recovering, Renji scowls furiously, attempting to smooth out the front of his black robes (Tatsuki wonders why, considering the whole outfit is hopelessly wrinkled anyway). “And why was that necessary?”
She closes her eyes and smiles smugly. “I figured out which one you are.”
“Huh?”
Oh, that was intelligent, Tatsuki mentally rolls her eyes. “You smell like strawberry yogurt, I swear.”
Renji sighs, apparently giving up and leaves Tatsuki. She laughs but cringes as her head pounds again and she’s throwing her face into the strawberry-scented pillows. Mmm. How does a guy smell like that? Weirdo. Not that she’s complaining.
--
He comes back and gives her some water and aspirin anyway.
“Next time,” he says, obviously irritated, “Call a friend.”
Tatsuki smiles and thinks that next time, she’ll just take him with her.
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Tatsuki Ariwasa/Renji Abarai, mentions of Ichigo & Orihime
Warnings: Alcohol mention, yo.
Summary: Next time, she'll just bring him with her.
Notes: For darkmagic_luvr . Also for the 100_women prompt "strawberry". Long b/c dang...dialog just consumes me.
Tatsuki remembers going to the club. She’s into partying lately. With the classes at the university and constant training for competitions, Tatsuki thinks it’s fair to have some fun. It’s every other week she goes. Alone, as per usual because she’d never bring Orihime here and there’s really no one else she’d have a good time with. School friends have gone their separate ways. It’s just her now.
Tatsuki remembers drinking. It’s never been her thing but, recently, alcohol has a certain pro to it. Leaning over the counter and ordering her drink is becoming easier, she’s not unsure anymore. It helps to forget. Maybe.
She remembers dancing. Remembers laughing and listening to the music, moving to beats. There were dance partners, strange figures. She remembers just some things.
However, Tatsuki does not remember having a conversation, especially the one a certain someone is presently insisting she had with him.
“You said I looked like a hybrid of a strawberry and a pineapple.”
She would laugh. Honestly, she would. But even the smile that creeps onto her face hurts her head and Tatsuki’s grimacing. Rolling onto her side, she buries her face into the pillows. Huh. They smell nice. Not that she was expecting rotten eggs, maybe cheap laundry detergent, but there’s a strange odor, like something sweet.
Renji Abarai. She had associated him with Ichigo at first and that single impression stretched out for awhile until a few months ago. Tatsuki had spotted him around the area lately, though she hadn’t asked why. They held a couple of conversations after coincidentally following up on a hollow presence. So she’s not all that surprised she’s lying on a bed, in his apartment, located somewhere in the slums Karakura Town. Part of her wonders why he hadn’t dropped her off at her own place. Why didn’t he know where she lived? What kind of shinigami is he? Tatsuki’s just happy he didn’t dump her on Ichigo. Last thing she needs is Ichigo telling her she’ll develop a problem and then lose interest a second later.
It had been a big surprise to wake up in a foreign apartment but she saw him and knew things were okay. She only remembers getting drunk and dancing, so nothing terrible could have happened. Well. She hopes. Or, according to him, name calling is a big no-no in his book.
He’s babbling again and she’s groaning as the voice painfully reaches her ears. “Hey, are you listening? Comparing a great warrior to produce can be slightly offending, you know. And what about-”
When she raises a hand, the voice finally stops. In a low tone, Tatsuki replies, “…Look, I don’t remember much about last night. I don’t even remember seeing you. So chill, Renji.”
“Not sure how we got on a first name basis here,” Renji grumbles and sits on the side of the bed, sighing. “I should call Ichigo. He’ll-”
“No,” Tatsuki protests a bit too loudly and she whimpers, stuffing her face into the pillows again. Ah, that smell…it’s kind of relaxing.
“Fine. No telling Ichigo. But you should probably have someone come with you next time. Jeez, what have you done in the past?”
“Dunno,” Tatsuki rolls over and spies him glancing over his shoulder to look at her. “I never let it get that bad, I guess.”
Renji sighs, nodding. Tatsuki frowns in confusion at a sudden thought.
“What were you doing there? Shinigami can’t get drunk, do they?”
He offers a rather dull look. “We’re shinigami. Think of us like super-powered humans with swords.”
Tatsuki tries. And then muffles a laugh before it hurts. “With pineapple heads?”
Renji spluttered, “Wha-hey!”
Wincing, Tatsuki waves a dismissive hand. “Cool it, pineapple-taicho.”
Tatsuki watches with great amusement as he forcibly takes a deep breath and grits out, “Don’t call me that.”
“Strawberry then.”
“Not that either,” Renji hisses and pinches the bridge of his nose.
Oh, he’s so entertaining. Tatsuki smirks. “C’mere.”
Renji opens on eye, tattooed eyebrow raised. “What?”
Beckoning with one hand, she waits as he cautiously makes his way to the side of the bed. She gestures for him to come closer and he rolls his eyes, bending forward, near enough to touch. Reaching up, Tatsuki tugs violently at his clothing and he yelps in shock as he almost topples over her. A heartbeat later, she pushes him away, smirking.
Recovering, Renji scowls furiously, attempting to smooth out the front of his black robes (Tatsuki wonders why, considering the whole outfit is hopelessly wrinkled anyway). “And why was that necessary?”
She closes her eyes and smiles smugly. “I figured out which one you are.”
“Huh?”
Oh, that was intelligent, Tatsuki mentally rolls her eyes. “You smell like strawberry yogurt, I swear.”
Renji sighs, apparently giving up and leaves Tatsuki. She laughs but cringes as her head pounds again and she’s throwing her face into the strawberry-scented pillows. Mmm. How does a guy smell like that? Weirdo. Not that she’s complaining.
--
He comes back and gives her some water and aspirin anyway.
“Next time,” he says, obviously irritated, “Call a friend.”
Tatsuki smiles and thinks that next time, she’ll just take him with her.