It's all the same to you, but I've been here before [CLOSED]

[flight_15]

Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki, Kimihiro Watanuki, and Luppi
Content: An attack has been ordered, but it finds the wrong target. Old memories are like ghosts, and ghosts are like old memories. Nothing in this world is chance.
Setting: The plane hangar near the racecourse.
Time: Late afternoon/evening, the day of the qualifiers.
Warnings: Blood,

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[flailingbento]

Watanuki had waited a good hour for Ichigo to show up for his bento. He’d actually put a little more effort than usual into this one (not that Ichigo was going to find that out). After all, even if he was a stupid bastard, Ichigo had gotten through the qualifiers. A little ship pride on Watanuki’s part wasn’t misplaced. And so the bento was slightly more elaborate than most days, with elegant garnish and a carefully-molded rice ball in the shape of a plane.

And then the idiot hadn’t shown up to claim it. Upcoming race or not, that was unforgivable. After an hour and a half of frenetic waiting, he finally threw down his apron, grabbed the box, and stormed out of the kitchen, bent on making this the most miserable receipt of bento that Ichigo would ever experience

[flight_15]

......and there went his buzz. What the hell was Watanuki doing all the way out --

....oh. The bento he was waving around like a flag explained that. Had today been a bento day? Ichigo thought for a second. ......yeah. Yeah, it was.

Oops.

"What the hell are you doing all the way out here?" Ichigo demanded. "Don't tell me you came all the way out here just to complain at me!" He'd just been heading back, anyway, but he wasn't in the mood to reason with Watanuki. Besides, it'd probably just piss the kid off more to know he'd come all the way down here for nothing. Damn, but Watanuki was loud. "If you don't like making them, then quit!" Ichigo shot back, tossing the dirty cloth into the small toolbox he had with him, and double-checking the area around him for anything he might have left. No point in putting his shirt back on -- it'd just get dirtier, and besides, it was the middle of July, and the weather reflected that. He'd just carry them back to the ship

[ivy_girl]

Luppi had his orders.

From Gin Ichimaru, they never seemed like such, but the little security guard had got the distinct impression that there would be more than hell to pay if he didn't agree and go through with his requestsTest the boy, he'd said. Well, that wouldn't be a problem. He was a pilot, not some sort of warrior, so it shouldn't be too much of a chore to kick him around and gather the information that Ichimaru needed, even with the ban on flashy-reiatsu work and his release in place. Besides, it never hurt to do a favour for your boss's favourite little fox, did it

[flailingbento]

Watanuki didn’t even notice the newcomer, as his back was to the hangar entrance and he was rather distracted making Ichigo sorry. “Lost track of time?!” he cried, his voice rising in inflection to almost a shriek. “Ninety minutes! An hour and a half of my time! I could have been making dinner! I could have been sweeping my cabin, which I have neglected to do this past week because of the ridiculous amount of preparation this race requires of me, but no! Instead I sat in the kitchen and waited for you to show up because you insist on coming to get the damn bento yourself and I sure as hell am not letting you run rampant in my kitchen unsupervised! I had it ready and made and still warm and you neglected your responsibility and left me to wait!”

He paused briefly to breathe and then picked up right where he had left off, adding in wildly waving arms for effect. “In conclusion!! You are an ungrateful, inconsiderate idiot and you had better not think you’re touching my bento box until you clean up!”