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Morning (Bleach, Renji/Ichigo, PG-13)
Title: Morning
Author: misura
Rating: PG-13 for implied nudity
Warnings: None.
Summary: Renji and toothbrushes and Ichigo.
A/N: Nothing comes to mind.
The realization hit him at about fourteen minutes past eight, on a morning that might have been a good one (it was a Sunday, so no school) if it hadn't been for two things, the first of which was that Rukia appeared to have used up all of his favorite shower-gel.
"Hey, block-head! If you're going to stand still to try and remember which toothbrush was yours again, would you mind doing it somewhere else?" the second thing said, sounding grumpy and not entirely awake enough to pick a fight yet, but getting there.
"The green one," Ichigo said automatically.
"Congratulations." Renji hadn't quite warmed up to the idea of toothbrushes yet, only he saw the potential; he wasn't an idiot, after all. Ordering someone you could boss around to clean a courtyard with one of them ... yup, definitely some potential there. As long as it wasn't him getting the order, of course. "Now move it, carrot-top."
"Who you calling a carrot-top, bandana-boy?"
"Who do you think? You see anyone else around here?"
"No." Ichigo lowered his voice and gave the door to the bathroom a suspicious glance.
"Afraid of your family finding out you're not going to get a family of your own any time soon?" Renji sneered, proud to hear he didn't sound the least bit bitter.
"You obviously haven't met my family," Ichigo said.
"Yeah, well, whose fault is that, huh? Oh, and you're still in the way."
Ichigo moved aside by a distance that Renji might have estimated at a whole two inches, if he'd been feeling generous, which he wasn't right now. He was feeling a bit sore, a lot grumpy, and wonderfully pissed off at the world in general and Rukia in particular. Luckily, Ichigo was there to take his annoyance out on; unlike Rukia, Ichigo really did hit like a girl most of the time.
"This isn't like me," Ichigo said, in the tone of someone who's just been given a glimpse of the unknowable, or the ultimate reality, or some such shit - Renji had never been much for all that spiritual enlightenment stuff, as the normal world was hard enough to figure out sometimes already.
"What?" Renji snapped. He wanted a hot shower, and he wanted it ten seconds ago. Then, he wanted a nice breakfast (after getting dressed, obviously). Then, he'd be ready to deal with whatever denial and self-doubting Ichigo wanted to bother him with ... maybe. Truth be told, Renji prefered not to stick around for that part of the date, but Rukia'd probably come and get him if he bailed.
"It's a friggin' Sunday!" Ichigo said.
Renji decided he'd just give shoving Ichigo a try - to his surprise, it actually worked. "So?"
"I should be in bed, not ... not fooling around with some crazy Soul Reaper in my bathroom! I mean, what am I going to do for the rest of the day?"
"We could have more sex," Renji offered, his tone implying that while he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, he wasn't red-hot with enthusiasm either. "Hang out and beat some people up." That was what Renji usually did on his time off. He liked to think he was rather good at it.
"Forget it! Once I've had a shower, I'm not going to go back to bed. Ew! That'd be gross!"
"You really are a block-head, aren't you?" Renji said, checking out the available shower-gels. Strawberry, vanilla or ... Mean Spirit? Renji blinked, and decided he'd go with the strawberry - in both meanings of the word. "Doesn't that door have some sort of lock?"
"It does, and if you want to see Karen kick down the door after five minutes, you should definitely use it," Ichigo grumbled. Renji gave him a look. "What? It's true. I told you: my family's friggin' insane!"
"Big surprise there." Renji smirked.
It actually took Ichigo a few seconds to catch up. "You're so full of it!" he sputtered. "And don't turn on the shower without closing the curtain first! You want to spend the rest of the morning cleaning up?"
"Whatever." Renji dared say he was better at avoiding clean-up duty than Ichigo was. "You going to come in or what?"
"Me? Taking a shower with you?" Ichigo gave him a look as if he'd gone crazy.
"If you think you can't handle it ... "
"Hah. We'll see who can't handle things."
Renji rolled his eyes. Ichigo really was too easy to bait - which, admittedly, was one of his more likeable characteristics, and one of the reasons why he was here, instead of somewhere else.
Author: misura
Rating: PG-13 for implied nudity
Warnings: None.
Summary: Renji and toothbrushes and Ichigo.
A/N: Nothing comes to mind.
The realization hit him at about fourteen minutes past eight, on a morning that might have been a good one (it was a Sunday, so no school) if it hadn't been for two things, the first of which was that Rukia appeared to have used up all of his favorite shower-gel.
"Hey, block-head! If you're going to stand still to try and remember which toothbrush was yours again, would you mind doing it somewhere else?" the second thing said, sounding grumpy and not entirely awake enough to pick a fight yet, but getting there.
"The green one," Ichigo said automatically.
"Congratulations." Renji hadn't quite warmed up to the idea of toothbrushes yet, only he saw the potential; he wasn't an idiot, after all. Ordering someone you could boss around to clean a courtyard with one of them ... yup, definitely some potential there. As long as it wasn't him getting the order, of course. "Now move it, carrot-top."
"Who you calling a carrot-top, bandana-boy?"
"Who do you think? You see anyone else around here?"
"No." Ichigo lowered his voice and gave the door to the bathroom a suspicious glance.
"Afraid of your family finding out you're not going to get a family of your own any time soon?" Renji sneered, proud to hear he didn't sound the least bit bitter.
"You obviously haven't met my family," Ichigo said.
"Yeah, well, whose fault is that, huh? Oh, and you're still in the way."
Ichigo moved aside by a distance that Renji might have estimated at a whole two inches, if he'd been feeling generous, which he wasn't right now. He was feeling a bit sore, a lot grumpy, and wonderfully pissed off at the world in general and Rukia in particular. Luckily, Ichigo was there to take his annoyance out on; unlike Rukia, Ichigo really did hit like a girl most of the time.
"This isn't like me," Ichigo said, in the tone of someone who's just been given a glimpse of the unknowable, or the ultimate reality, or some such shit - Renji had never been much for all that spiritual enlightenment stuff, as the normal world was hard enough to figure out sometimes already.
"What?" Renji snapped. He wanted a hot shower, and he wanted it ten seconds ago. Then, he wanted a nice breakfast (after getting dressed, obviously). Then, he'd be ready to deal with whatever denial and self-doubting Ichigo wanted to bother him with ... maybe. Truth be told, Renji prefered not to stick around for that part of the date, but Rukia'd probably come and get him if he bailed.
"It's a friggin' Sunday!" Ichigo said.
Renji decided he'd just give shoving Ichigo a try - to his surprise, it actually worked. "So?"
"I should be in bed, not ... not fooling around with some crazy Soul Reaper in my bathroom! I mean, what am I going to do for the rest of the day?"
"We could have more sex," Renji offered, his tone implying that while he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, he wasn't red-hot with enthusiasm either. "Hang out and beat some people up." That was what Renji usually did on his time off. He liked to think he was rather good at it.
"Forget it! Once I've had a shower, I'm not going to go back to bed. Ew! That'd be gross!"
"You really are a block-head, aren't you?" Renji said, checking out the available shower-gels. Strawberry, vanilla or ... Mean Spirit? Renji blinked, and decided he'd go with the strawberry - in both meanings of the word. "Doesn't that door have some sort of lock?"
"It does, and if you want to see Karen kick down the door after five minutes, you should definitely use it," Ichigo grumbled. Renji gave him a look. "What? It's true. I told you: my family's friggin' insane!"
"Big surprise there." Renji smirked.
It actually took Ichigo a few seconds to catch up. "You're so full of it!" he sputtered. "And don't turn on the shower without closing the curtain first! You want to spend the rest of the morning cleaning up?"
"Whatever." Renji dared say he was better at avoiding clean-up duty than Ichigo was. "You going to come in or what?"
"Me? Taking a shower with you?" Ichigo gave him a look as if he'd gone crazy.
"If you think you can't handle it ... "
"Hah. We'll see who can't handle things."
Renji rolled his eyes. Ichigo really was too easy to bait - which, admittedly, was one of his more likeable characteristics, and one of the reasons why he was here, instead of somewhere else.