Lost Love Notes: The Evening at the Bar
Author: thecheshirekatt
Title: Lost Love Notes: The Evening at the Bar
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kira/Renji
Warnings: Nothing much to put here.
Summary: Izuru gets embarrassed and runs away. Renji does not put up with this.
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach or its characters. This is purely for my fun and enjoyment, as well as for others to enjoy. I make no money from this.
Izuru wandered down the silent, and seemingly lifeless street of the Rukongai. He never imagined coming out here for more than patrols, or training exercises. It's not that he was too good to go there, he just never had much of a reason to travel that way. Tonight was a different story though, tonight he was here to meet Renji.
Several days before, he was shocked to find a messily penned note telling him to meet at a small bar in the Rukongai at 9 pm on Friday. The note was signed, if one could call it that, with only a drawn picture of a face smiling and winking. Izuru would have thought that someone was playing a cruel joke on him, had he not run into Renji later that day. As he passed, trailing behind his captain on some sort of business, he shot Izuru the most wicked grin and wink that the shinigami had ever seen. He had been left stunned for several moments, only being snapped back to reality by a subordinate come to ask a question of him.
Now here he was, plodding down a little dirt path, closing in on the specified little bar. He was punctual, as was his nature to be, but he could not help but hesitate when he reached the threshold of the building. What would he even say to Renji? He had gone over prospective conversations in his head for the last several days, but just as with his multiple failed notes, nothing sounded right.
Heaving a large sigh, and steeling his fragile nerves, he stepped into the bar. It was dimly lit inside, and had a rather thick atmosphere, as if someone had made the air a visible object. After a few moments of looking around, he spied Renji in a corner of the bar that appeared to be more dimly lit than the rest of the place, if that was possible. As Izuru slowly edged his way towards that corner of the bar, Renji noticed him and stood to greet him while leering at him, if only slightly.
“Oy Kira-san! Glad ya could make it. Had ta say... I thought ya might not show up...”
Izuru felt ever so slightly tempted to tell Renji that perhaps if he signed his notes with his name, that maybe he would have known for sure who he was visiting this evening. Nerves, and a strong desire to not screw this up kept him silent as he sat down. After a few moments, he finally worked up the courage to say something.
“So.... what, ah... what was it that you wanted to talk about?” He couldn't help but catch a brief glimpse of what he thought was a lecherous sneer.
“Well, first I wanted to know more about them notes ya have in that box. So, speak up, what were they meant for?”
Izuru couldn't help but silently curse himself for keeping those notes instead of doing something more sensible with them such as, say, burning them? But here he was, Renji eagerly awaiting an explanation from across the table, and him sitting in silence with what he could only imagine was a deer in the headlights look on his face.
“They, um, were for me to look at later... remind myself of what I already tried and didn't like...” Renji gave him somewhat of a blank look before he started.... laughing? What was he laughing for? Izuru couldn't help but think that Renji was being rude after he had put all of his courage up to saying what they were for.
“Aw hell Izuru, why didn' ya jus' tell me? 's not that big a deal. No need to be all embarrassed.”
He glanced away at that, feeling stupid for this whole situation, as if it could have just been that easy. The urge to leave became unbearable at that point, and he couldn't help but bolt from his seat and to the door. Stopping only when he reached a small alley several meters from the bar, he just could not believe the sheer humiliation he felt.
Renji took all of this far too lackadaisically for his taste, and it just made him feel worse for keeping all of this to himself for so long. It was almost as if his mental image of how all of this would go, and what he had built Renji up to be surpassed what the actual guy was like. Maybe after a week of avoiding him, he would try to keep things on friendly terms again, just no more hopes of a romantic pursuit. He had managed to screw everything up, just as he was afraid he would. This always happened in his notes, why should this conversation have been any different?
As he turned feeling rather defeated to go home, he found himself roughly pinned to the wall.
“Oh no, don't think I'm lettin' ya go that easy.” Renji had him squarely by the shoulders, his face mere inches from Izuru's.
“Wha...” was all that he could get out before Renji gave him the most passionate kiss he could have ever received.
“What's say we head back ta' your place for some...in depth talkin', hm?”
A shocked nod was all that he could give before being promptly dragged by the arm back in the direction of his home.
Title: Lost Love Notes: The Evening at the Bar
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kira/Renji
Warnings: Nothing much to put here.
Summary: Izuru gets embarrassed and runs away. Renji does not put up with this.
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach or its characters. This is purely for my fun and enjoyment, as well as for others to enjoy. I make no money from this.
Izuru wandered down the silent, and seemingly lifeless street of the Rukongai. He never imagined coming out here for more than patrols, or training exercises. It's not that he was too good to go there, he just never had much of a reason to travel that way. Tonight was a different story though, tonight he was here to meet Renji.
Several days before, he was shocked to find a messily penned note telling him to meet at a small bar in the Rukongai at 9 pm on Friday. The note was signed, if one could call it that, with only a drawn picture of a face smiling and winking. Izuru would have thought that someone was playing a cruel joke on him, had he not run into Renji later that day. As he passed, trailing behind his captain on some sort of business, he shot Izuru the most wicked grin and wink that the shinigami had ever seen. He had been left stunned for several moments, only being snapped back to reality by a subordinate come to ask a question of him.
Now here he was, plodding down a little dirt path, closing in on the specified little bar. He was punctual, as was his nature to be, but he could not help but hesitate when he reached the threshold of the building. What would he even say to Renji? He had gone over prospective conversations in his head for the last several days, but just as with his multiple failed notes, nothing sounded right.
Heaving a large sigh, and steeling his fragile nerves, he stepped into the bar. It was dimly lit inside, and had a rather thick atmosphere, as if someone had made the air a visible object. After a few moments of looking around, he spied Renji in a corner of the bar that appeared to be more dimly lit than the rest of the place, if that was possible. As Izuru slowly edged his way towards that corner of the bar, Renji noticed him and stood to greet him while leering at him, if only slightly.
“Oy Kira-san! Glad ya could make it. Had ta say... I thought ya might not show up...”
Izuru felt ever so slightly tempted to tell Renji that perhaps if he signed his notes with his name, that maybe he would have known for sure who he was visiting this evening. Nerves, and a strong desire to not screw this up kept him silent as he sat down. After a few moments, he finally worked up the courage to say something.
“So.... what, ah... what was it that you wanted to talk about?” He couldn't help but catch a brief glimpse of what he thought was a lecherous sneer.
“Well, first I wanted to know more about them notes ya have in that box. So, speak up, what were they meant for?”
Izuru couldn't help but silently curse himself for keeping those notes instead of doing something more sensible with them such as, say, burning them? But here he was, Renji eagerly awaiting an explanation from across the table, and him sitting in silence with what he could only imagine was a deer in the headlights look on his face.
“They, um, were for me to look at later... remind myself of what I already tried and didn't like...” Renji gave him somewhat of a blank look before he started.... laughing? What was he laughing for? Izuru couldn't help but think that Renji was being rude after he had put all of his courage up to saying what they were for.
“Aw hell Izuru, why didn' ya jus' tell me? 's not that big a deal. No need to be all embarrassed.”
He glanced away at that, feeling stupid for this whole situation, as if it could have just been that easy. The urge to leave became unbearable at that point, and he couldn't help but bolt from his seat and to the door. Stopping only when he reached a small alley several meters from the bar, he just could not believe the sheer humiliation he felt.
Renji took all of this far too lackadaisically for his taste, and it just made him feel worse for keeping all of this to himself for so long. It was almost as if his mental image of how all of this would go, and what he had built Renji up to be surpassed what the actual guy was like. Maybe after a week of avoiding him, he would try to keep things on friendly terms again, just no more hopes of a romantic pursuit. He had managed to screw everything up, just as he was afraid he would. This always happened in his notes, why should this conversation have been any different?
As he turned feeling rather defeated to go home, he found himself roughly pinned to the wall.
“Oh no, don't think I'm lettin' ya go that easy.” Renji had him squarely by the shoulders, his face mere inches from Izuru's.
“Wha...” was all that he could get out before Renji gave him the most passionate kiss he could have ever received.
“What's say we head back ta' your place for some...in depth talkin', hm?”
A shocked nod was all that he could give before being promptly dragged by the arm back in the direction of his home.