Confession: Kurosaki Ichigo style...? Face the music
Title: Confession: Kurosaki Ichigo style…? Face the music
Series: 50scenes Prompt table No.2 (#010-Writer’s choice, Alcohol), sequel to Confession: Kurosaki Ichigo style…? (#004-Change)
Author: Kanon
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: G
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo -> Hitsugaya Toushiro (one-sided)
Disclaimer: Bleach sovereigns over me, not the other way round.
Distribution: Fanfiction and LJ
Summary: It’s next morning and time for Ichigo to rise and shine. Alcohol does wonders.
Spoilers: None
Warning: More of a drabble. Same as the prequel without the OOCness from Ichigo. One f-word.
Author’s Note:
I had originally written it as an omake but I realised it’s almost over half the length of the actual fic so I turned it into another drabble.
:::::Confession: Kurosaki Ichigo style…? Face the music by Kanon:::::
“…Uh…”
“Awake now, you nutcase?”
“Ah, man… My head’s splitting into two…”
“It will be, pretty soon. For real.”
“Huh?”
“Do you remember anything you did yesterday?”
“Uh, do I want to know?”
“Probably not, but then you should at least know why they are slicing you up.”
“What the hell?!”
“Let’s see. You went to Kuchiki taichou and told him his kenseikan looks like noodles stuck in his hair.”
“Well, it does. Wait, I told him?!”
“Yeah, you said that right to Nii-sama’s face. Then you snatched away the bells from Zaraki taichou’s hair-“
“What?!”
“-and gave them to Yachiru who chomped on all of them. Yumichika and Ikkaku are hunting you down for some cleaning.”
“You nearly crushed Soi Fon taichou in a hug. Oh, and you called Unohana taichou ‘okasaan’.” A moment of contemplation. “I guess she’s the only one who’s going to let you off.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. No way.”
“The best’s yet to come.”
Ichigo blanched horribly; he could practically feel all the blood draining from his face.
“No.”
“Yeah. You’ll love it.”
And Renji and Rukia grinned at each other in a perfect mirror-image, boasting 100 per cent synchronisation rate with a pure, unadulterated devil.
-x-
Matsumoto had resorted to the floor for support, keeling over in hysteric laughter as she slapped the polished surface. She had finally succeeded in relaying all the brilliance a certain teen had showered over the dull Seireitei and could now freely give into the cramping aches on her side. On the other side, her captain was not looking all too great, the white eyebrows knitted even tighter than usual while a faint tinge of rosiness fluttering over the cheeks but then her eyes were swimming with tears so they could have been playing tricks on her on the latter.
“This has got to be the most hilarious and best drinking habit ever!”
“That idiot’s not going to survive a minute when he wakes up.”
“Ara, taichou, are you worried?”
“Why the hell would I be worried about that twat?!”
The same grin that he had seen yesterday was now plastered over the face he had seen sloppy more often than not and unknowingly, he pulled away from the killer boobs that were suddenly dangling just an inch from his eyes.
“You say that, taichou, but have you not noticed?”
“…?”
-x-
“Now that I think about it, Hitsugaya taichou was the only one you got, uh, affectionate with.”
“A…Affectionate?”
“Yeah. You kissed him. Right on mouth and all.”
“…Right.”
Countdown; three, two, one…
“…What?!”
“Yeah.”
“…I kissed Toushiro.”
“Smack on.”
“I’m fucked.”
Renji grinned till his face split in half. His friend looked whiter than the tuft of the one he had kissed yesterday.
“Royally. By the way, you said you confessed to him as well. I guess it won’t be long before Soul Society becomes your permanent residence.”
“I confessed to him when I was pissed out of my mind?! Shit, he’s not going to believe me ever again!”
“What, you meant it?”
“Wh,what?! That… I, well, what… You see, I, it’s…”
A mighty roar shook the walls at the time and even before the echo had started to bounce off the trembling structure, the hungover teen was already on his feet with unbelievable, lightening speed, jumping out of the window.
“Ichigo!! Let’s fight!! I’ll let you off the bells if you have eleven death matches with me!!”
Renji blinked when he looked outside for the back of the blur of black; sure, he had had adrink, one or two, last night, but he was certain that the sakura season was long over and surely, he could not be hallucinating that huge bunch of sakura petals.
-x-
“Well, mission success.”
“I’m not sure if we can call that a success. Ichigo confessed but now he’s going to get killed. Literally.”
The cobalt blue orbs looked at the crimson ones frowning slightly as if asking why he was mentioning something so glaringly obvious.
“Renji, I never said a word about health and safety when I talked about the plan.”
“…Oh.”
The grin that surfaced on Rukia’s face that moment tortured Renji in his sleep for days and nights afterwards.