Greatest Desire [Ichikei] [Bleach] [Giftfic!]
Title :: Greatest Desire
Pairings :: Ichigo/Keigo…sort of. 8D Tatsuhime implied.
Rating :: PG-13 for language
Wordcount :: 736
Summary :: Asano Keigo would not shut up, and Kurosaki Ichigo could never formulate a good plan to save his life - or his dignity.
Notes :: bloodbath-party asked for Ichikei with Tatsuhime on the side, and because I adore the Karakura kids I could not help but comply. :D I hope you like it~! ♥♥♥ (It may not be as shippy as you wanted, but I was trying to keep them both IC, and…well. XD;)
Ichigo would never, ever admit it - not even under threat of death (or worse, threat of sparring with Kenpachi) - but Asano Keigo had, unfortunately, been his first kiss.
It wasn’t like he’d planned it that way, or anything. But the damned kid just would not shut up.
“Oh god girls hate me,” this, and “Oh god I’m going to die a virgin!” that, and finally, with tears pouring dramatically down his face, a wailed, “I HAVEN’T EVEN BEEN KISSED YET! I MEAN, TALK ABOUT INJUSTICE!”
And Ichigo just could not take it anymore.
So, with a bellowed “Shut the goddamn hell up!” he grabbed his friend by the collar and kissed him hard himself. (So hard, in fact, that Ichigo was half-hoping he’d knock out a few of his teeth. Serve the bastard right.)
It wasn’t like he’d planned it or something. Ichigo never really planned anything; he just saw a need and filled it - he acted.
And if Keigo needed anything, it was to be quiet.
Ichigo supposed it wasn’t something that normal boys did, kissing other boys, but hell if Ichigo had ever been a normal boy to begin with. He had more important things to worry about.
At least Keigo had shut up (and was staring at him, dumbfounded, with wide eyes somewhere between manic and fearful), which meant the immediate goal was accomplished. Problem solved. Ichigo only cared about just getting it done, so what the fuck ever.
Judging from Keigo’s traumatised expression, at least it wasn’t like he’d ever have to hear about this mess again.
And so, of course, Keigo ended up telling everyone.
(Ichigo spared just a moment to reflect that really, he had to stop being so damn wrong all the time. It was getting to be unfortunate.)
Why he’d even agreed to drink with the rest of their class to celebrate their graduation, Ichigo would never know. (Perhaps it was because Tatsuki had threatened him with bodily harm, and shinigami or no, his oldest friend could still throw him through walls and possibly out windows.) Not surprisingly, Keigo turned out to be even more annoying when he was utterly plastered.
“Hey, guys!” he managed in a half-slur, half-giggle. “It’s time for drunken sex talk!”
Oh, god. Ichigo immediately shot an imploring glance in Tatsuki’s direction, hoping she would get the hint and beat their friend into something resembling silence.
Tatsuki, however, was curled contentedly next to Orihime, and looked far more interested in simply watching Keigo humiliate himself.
And left unchecked, Keigo merely rambled on.
“D’you wanna know who my first kiss was?”
Ichigo’s only hope now was that his slurring would render his words incomprehensible.
“Him! R’over there!” A pointing, crazily waving finger, more or less in his direction.
Well, shit.
“Yup! Kurosaki Ichigo! Totally mouth-raped me!”
Everyone stared.
And then they continued staring.
And then finally, Tatsuki laughed so hard she snorted.
“Should’ve - oh god - known,” she gasped between sharp peals of laughter. “That’s why you’re so damn afraid of boobs!”
“IT WASN’T LIKE THAT,” Ichigo shouted, face turning almost as red as his hair. “I JUST WANTED HIM TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Tatsuki, by this point, was so deep into her fit of laughter that she had rolled across Orihime’s lap, and his words did absolutely nothing to stop her. Orihime looked down at her in slight puzzlement, but didn’t bother to even try moving her.
“Really, it’s not so bad, Kurosaki-kun,” Orihime chirped, looking up and offering him a shy smile completely belied by the way her own lips were quivering, as if she wanted badly to laugh too.
“She’s right,” Tatsuki managed, softening her laughter into snickers and sliding her arms around Orihime’s waist, giving Ichigo a sly Cheshire grin that he did not like at all. “I was Orihime’s first kiss, after all.”
It was then Ichigo’s turn for a blank, vaguely terrified stare.
(“He makes that face a lot, Tatsuki-chan, like aliens are taking over his brain,” Orihime murmured down to her best friend - or, oh hell, was that even what they were anymore? Ichigo really didn’t want to know. “It kind of worries me a little!”)
As far as he was concerned, there was only one course of action left to take:
Alcohol. Lots of and lots of alcohol.
And he really needed to invest in some fucking earplugs.
Even Zangetsu couldn’t save him from shit like this.
Pairings :: Ichigo/Keigo…sort of. 8D Tatsuhime implied.
Rating :: PG-13 for language
Wordcount :: 736
Summary :: Asano Keigo would not shut up, and Kurosaki Ichigo could never formulate a good plan to save his life - or his dignity.
Notes :: bloodbath-party asked for Ichikei with Tatsuhime on the side, and because I adore the Karakura kids I could not help but comply. :D I hope you like it~! ♥♥♥ (It may not be as shippy as you wanted, but I was trying to keep them both IC, and…well. XD;)
Ichigo would never, ever admit it - not even under threat of death (or worse, threat of sparring with Kenpachi) - but Asano Keigo had, unfortunately, been his first kiss.
It wasn’t like he’d planned it that way, or anything. But the damned kid just would not shut up.
“Oh god girls hate me,” this, and “Oh god I’m going to die a virgin!” that, and finally, with tears pouring dramatically down his face, a wailed, “I HAVEN’T EVEN BEEN KISSED YET! I MEAN, TALK ABOUT INJUSTICE!”
And Ichigo just could not take it anymore.
So, with a bellowed “Shut the goddamn hell up!” he grabbed his friend by the collar and kissed him hard himself. (So hard, in fact, that Ichigo was half-hoping he’d knock out a few of his teeth. Serve the bastard right.)
It wasn’t like he’d planned it or something. Ichigo never really planned anything; he just saw a need and filled it - he acted.
And if Keigo needed anything, it was to be quiet.
Ichigo supposed it wasn’t something that normal boys did, kissing other boys, but hell if Ichigo had ever been a normal boy to begin with. He had more important things to worry about.
At least Keigo had shut up (and was staring at him, dumbfounded, with wide eyes somewhere between manic and fearful), which meant the immediate goal was accomplished. Problem solved. Ichigo only cared about just getting it done, so what the fuck ever.
Judging from Keigo’s traumatised expression, at least it wasn’t like he’d ever have to hear about this mess again.
And so, of course, Keigo ended up telling everyone.
(Ichigo spared just a moment to reflect that really, he had to stop being so damn wrong all the time. It was getting to be unfortunate.)
Why he’d even agreed to drink with the rest of their class to celebrate their graduation, Ichigo would never know. (Perhaps it was because Tatsuki had threatened him with bodily harm, and shinigami or no, his oldest friend could still throw him through walls and possibly out windows.) Not surprisingly, Keigo turned out to be even more annoying when he was utterly plastered.
“Hey, guys!” he managed in a half-slur, half-giggle. “It’s time for drunken sex talk!”
Oh, god. Ichigo immediately shot an imploring glance in Tatsuki’s direction, hoping she would get the hint and beat their friend into something resembling silence.
Tatsuki, however, was curled contentedly next to Orihime, and looked far more interested in simply watching Keigo humiliate himself.
And left unchecked, Keigo merely rambled on.
“D’you wanna know who my first kiss was?”
Ichigo’s only hope now was that his slurring would render his words incomprehensible.
“Him! R’over there!” A pointing, crazily waving finger, more or less in his direction.
Well, shit.
“Yup! Kurosaki Ichigo! Totally mouth-raped me!”
Everyone stared.
And then they continued staring.
And then finally, Tatsuki laughed so hard she snorted.
“Should’ve - oh god - known,” she gasped between sharp peals of laughter. “That’s why you’re so damn afraid of boobs!”
“IT WASN’T LIKE THAT,” Ichigo shouted, face turning almost as red as his hair. “I JUST WANTED HIM TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Tatsuki, by this point, was so deep into her fit of laughter that she had rolled across Orihime’s lap, and his words did absolutely nothing to stop her. Orihime looked down at her in slight puzzlement, but didn’t bother to even try moving her.
“Really, it’s not so bad, Kurosaki-kun,” Orihime chirped, looking up and offering him a shy smile completely belied by the way her own lips were quivering, as if she wanted badly to laugh too.
“She’s right,” Tatsuki managed, softening her laughter into snickers and sliding her arms around Orihime’s waist, giving Ichigo a sly Cheshire grin that he did not like at all. “I was Orihime’s first kiss, after all.”
It was then Ichigo’s turn for a blank, vaguely terrified stare.
(“He makes that face a lot, Tatsuki-chan, like aliens are taking over his brain,” Orihime murmured down to her best friend - or, oh hell, was that even what they were anymore? Ichigo really didn’t want to know. “It kind of worries me a little!”)
As far as he was concerned, there was only one course of action left to take:
Alcohol. Lots of and lots of alcohol.
And he really needed to invest in some fucking earplugs.
Even Zangetsu couldn’t save him from shit like this.