Sweet Shop Contest Fic
Title: Duck or Swim
Rating: PG
Words: 1117
Notes: Takes place after/during Bleach the Beach
Disclaimer: I dont' own Bleahc ro anythgin affiliated.
Summary: Urahara does not like this tetsu, not oen bit.
Sorry it's a little over count.
For once Kisuke knew that he wasn’t getting odd looks about his clothing, since he knew he looked good for the beach, even if his trunks were slightly too stiff from disuse and he traded in his jacket for a much lighter one.
"Oh? Is the sand contest over already?" All in all it was a beautiful day out well spent with some old friends. So what if they got there a few hours later than intended, it was still good. Soi Fong managed to get a bathing suit on Yuroichi that didn’t hide too much but it was better than straight up nudity.
"Yeah apparently the third seats from Ukitake’s division won. The Kuchuki’s are little upset." Really, he had to admire Soi Fong stoicism at watching her former captain arch into the sand without even flinching.
"And where is Kurosaki-kun? His mop of hair isn’t anywhere near there."
"He left for the boardwalk." A dismissal? Surely she jested. A coy smile followed. "I think Abarai might be with him."
"Better make sure he doesn’t get into trouble then!" Sometimes he though his oldest friend knew way more than she should.
It wasn’t that difficult to find out where his student was even if he hadn’t been to this beach before. That reiastu of his was screaming for people to find him. They should probably work on that soon or as soon as he could without accidently tearing more of the boys clothes than necessary. Ichigo wasn’t dumb but even the not so bright would realize he knicked the threads holding clothes together too often for coincidence.
Thinking of the many ways he could sneak up on him and spook the daylights out of Ichigo, he didn’t really notice the store he was about to walk into. But there Ichigo was just behind the glass doors and windows breaking his heart into little pieces. Kisuke’s sandals clanked on the board walk wood as he backed up and read the damaged, paint peeling signs.
Tetsu’s Sweet Shop.
Tetsu’s Sweet Shop. Currently being raided and, and perused by Ichigo Kurosaki. Kisuke knew that was a tick in the left corner of his eye and soundlessly flash stepped to the boy’s location between a barrel of watermelon candies and black licorice.
"Holy crap!" A plastic bag splattered to the floor but the illicit goodies didn’t fall all over the place. Can’t win them all. But what business did Ichigo have buying sweets from someone else’s candy store?!
"I had no idea you had such a sweet tooth Kurosaki-kun! You’ve never seemed to eye my stash." Well, what was with that pointed look?
"I don’t really like candies all that much but when Yuzu and Karin heard I was coming to the beach they demanded candy then my dad heard them so I’ve got no choice." And he went back into picking random bits of candy even meandering over to the chewy types.
Kisuke couldn’t see what was so special about this candy. Some of it was obviously flawed with little cracks, discoloration, and some of it was probably even stale.
"But still you’ve never thought to bring anything from the Shoten home to your darling sisters?" He didn’t really like how well Ichigo was ignoring him in favor of the candy that so wasn’t his. He felt like pouting, almost. Still no answer.
"Because I can’t understand why you’d pick such a...limited and dumpy little spot to spoil your sisters with. The candy isn’t even that exotic!" Just because Tetsu had candied pineapples and fudge didn’t mean it was good.
"Cuase it’s candy?"
"I have candy. And I’m not even a stranger Kurosaki-kun." Thank god he wasn’t looking because Kisuke knew his grin was straining to the point of disbelief. Carefully following Ichigo he plucked a few candies out of the plastic bag for a little ‘keep away’. Peh. The density of the sugar melting and the colored flavoring mixing wasn’t even so that candy really wouldn’t melt in his mouth. They’d be bits of sugar crystal left. Tetsu was a liar and a molester. What other men open candy stores?
...With crowds of scantily clothed people and minors to be taken into consideration too, of course. It was all about location.
"I’d like 3/4 of a kilogram of fudge, plain chocolate, no nuts."
"You know Kurosaki-kun how would you know what my store isn’t better than this one?" The counter girl kept glaring at him and oogling Ichigo. Kisuke rather thought he like Ichigo in Heuco Mundo than this place.
Ichigo, it seemed had enough.
"Because I know its watermelon candy! Or Butterscotch! Not one of Tessai’s herbal medicines or some damn science project of yours. I want fudge, not something that’ll make me grow another arm!" Kisuke was sure his face was as wibbled as Ururu’s at Ichigo’s declaration. It wasn’t hard to draw the line of reasoning that Ichigo didn’t trust his candy, because he didn’t trust what he made, because he didn’t trust him.
The surprise elbow to the face a few months ago was less shocking than this one.
"Ah don’t be so angry Kurosaki-kun. I’ll be waiting outside for you then." ‘One more step’ was the manta of a dying man, not of a grown adult walking out of a candy store but that didn’t stop Kisuke from thinking it. To the left of the doors by the beach start was a bench as weather beaten as the rest of the boardwalk and a seagull pecking at some of Tetsu’s Candied Fruits.
"What do you like Tetsu’s more too?" Even a seagull wasn’t listening to him.
Years of special forces made him put his hand up to stop the smack before it connected, but the second later dropped when it was reveled to be Ichigo.
"Well now that is just rude Kurosaki-kun. Smacking an innocent bystander who was watching the birds."
"Innocent my ass. Here." A box? Not from Tetsu’s?! Ichigo was blushing a little as he peeled open the plastic top. It was a hermit crab whose shell had been painted like his hat.
"Kurosaki-kun?"
"Well I didn’t think you guys would be coming so I got souvenirs for everyone at the Shoten. No reason to be jealous of my family for whatever reason you’ve got in that weird head of yours." Jealous of his family? Leave it to Ichigo to pick up on the jealously and yet completely miss the point.
Kisuke slung his arm around Ichigo’s shoulder and brought him in for a good old man hug.
"OH KUROSAKI-KUN DOES CARE ABOUT ME!" He hoped that flash was Yoruichi taking a picture, because he doubted he’d ever get away with this again.
Take that, Tetsu.
Rating: PG
Words: 1117
Notes: Takes place after/during Bleach the Beach
Disclaimer: I dont' own Bleahc ro anythgin affiliated.
Summary: Urahara does not like this tetsu, not oen bit.
Sorry it's a little over count.
For once Kisuke knew that he wasn’t getting odd looks about his clothing, since he knew he looked good for the beach, even if his trunks were slightly too stiff from disuse and he traded in his jacket for a much lighter one.
"Oh? Is the sand contest over already?" All in all it was a beautiful day out well spent with some old friends. So what if they got there a few hours later than intended, it was still good. Soi Fong managed to get a bathing suit on Yuroichi that didn’t hide too much but it was better than straight up nudity.
"Yeah apparently the third seats from Ukitake’s division won. The Kuchuki’s are little upset." Really, he had to admire Soi Fong stoicism at watching her former captain arch into the sand without even flinching.
"And where is Kurosaki-kun? His mop of hair isn’t anywhere near there."
"He left for the boardwalk." A dismissal? Surely she jested. A coy smile followed. "I think Abarai might be with him."
"Better make sure he doesn’t get into trouble then!" Sometimes he though his oldest friend knew way more than she should.
It wasn’t that difficult to find out where his student was even if he hadn’t been to this beach before. That reiastu of his was screaming for people to find him. They should probably work on that soon or as soon as he could without accidently tearing more of the boys clothes than necessary. Ichigo wasn’t dumb but even the not so bright would realize he knicked the threads holding clothes together too often for coincidence.
Thinking of the many ways he could sneak up on him and spook the daylights out of Ichigo, he didn’t really notice the store he was about to walk into. But there Ichigo was just behind the glass doors and windows breaking his heart into little pieces. Kisuke’s sandals clanked on the board walk wood as he backed up and read the damaged, paint peeling signs.
Tetsu’s Sweet Shop.
Tetsu’s Sweet Shop. Currently being raided and, and perused by Ichigo Kurosaki. Kisuke knew that was a tick in the left corner of his eye and soundlessly flash stepped to the boy’s location between a barrel of watermelon candies and black licorice.
"Holy crap!" A plastic bag splattered to the floor but the illicit goodies didn’t fall all over the place. Can’t win them all. But what business did Ichigo have buying sweets from someone else’s candy store?!
"I had no idea you had such a sweet tooth Kurosaki-kun! You’ve never seemed to eye my stash." Well, what was with that pointed look?
"I don’t really like candies all that much but when Yuzu and Karin heard I was coming to the beach they demanded candy then my dad heard them so I’ve got no choice." And he went back into picking random bits of candy even meandering over to the chewy types.
Kisuke couldn’t see what was so special about this candy. Some of it was obviously flawed with little cracks, discoloration, and some of it was probably even stale.
"But still you’ve never thought to bring anything from the Shoten home to your darling sisters?" He didn’t really like how well Ichigo was ignoring him in favor of the candy that so wasn’t his. He felt like pouting, almost. Still no answer.
"Because I can’t understand why you’d pick such a...limited and dumpy little spot to spoil your sisters with. The candy isn’t even that exotic!" Just because Tetsu had candied pineapples and fudge didn’t mean it was good.
"Cuase it’s candy?"
"I have candy. And I’m not even a stranger Kurosaki-kun." Thank god he wasn’t looking because Kisuke knew his grin was straining to the point of disbelief. Carefully following Ichigo he plucked a few candies out of the plastic bag for a little ‘keep away’. Peh. The density of the sugar melting and the colored flavoring mixing wasn’t even so that candy really wouldn’t melt in his mouth. They’d be bits of sugar crystal left. Tetsu was a liar and a molester. What other men open candy stores?
...With crowds of scantily clothed people and minors to be taken into consideration too, of course. It was all about location.
"I’d like 3/4 of a kilogram of fudge, plain chocolate, no nuts."
"You know Kurosaki-kun how would you know what my store isn’t better than this one?" The counter girl kept glaring at him and oogling Ichigo. Kisuke rather thought he like Ichigo in Heuco Mundo than this place.
Ichigo, it seemed had enough.
"Because I know its watermelon candy! Or Butterscotch! Not one of Tessai’s herbal medicines or some damn science project of yours. I want fudge, not something that’ll make me grow another arm!" Kisuke was sure his face was as wibbled as Ururu’s at Ichigo’s declaration. It wasn’t hard to draw the line of reasoning that Ichigo didn’t trust his candy, because he didn’t trust what he made, because he didn’t trust him.
The surprise elbow to the face a few months ago was less shocking than this one.
"Ah don’t be so angry Kurosaki-kun. I’ll be waiting outside for you then." ‘One more step’ was the manta of a dying man, not of a grown adult walking out of a candy store but that didn’t stop Kisuke from thinking it. To the left of the doors by the beach start was a bench as weather beaten as the rest of the boardwalk and a seagull pecking at some of Tetsu’s Candied Fruits.
"What do you like Tetsu’s more too?" Even a seagull wasn’t listening to him.
Years of special forces made him put his hand up to stop the smack before it connected, but the second later dropped when it was reveled to be Ichigo.
"Well now that is just rude Kurosaki-kun. Smacking an innocent bystander who was watching the birds."
"Innocent my ass. Here." A box? Not from Tetsu’s?! Ichigo was blushing a little as he peeled open the plastic top. It was a hermit crab whose shell had been painted like his hat.
"Kurosaki-kun?"
"Well I didn’t think you guys would be coming so I got souvenirs for everyone at the Shoten. No reason to be jealous of my family for whatever reason you’ve got in that weird head of yours." Jealous of his family? Leave it to Ichigo to pick up on the jealously and yet completely miss the point.
Kisuke slung his arm around Ichigo’s shoulder and brought him in for a good old man hug.
"OH KUROSAKI-KUN DOES CARE ABOUT ME!" He hoped that flash was Yoruichi taking a picture, because he doubted he’d ever get away with this again.
Take that, Tetsu.