This story is dedicated to the relationship between Yumichika and Ikkaku. I will try to maintain a level of consistency with the charcters. Hopefully you will all enjoy it!
I do not own Bleach, any of the characters etc...
Beauty and the Yankee
Section 1: No one ever said looking good was easy
No one ever said looking good was easy. In all honesty, it could be the most enduring and contemplative task, if you were able to reach it. Ascertain it more or less.
I mean primping in the mirror, blow-drying, paying EXUBERANT amounts of money for manicures, pedicures, hair appointments, foundation, clothes….
Yet I digress, you can't choose the role the role of beauty queen (or king). It is a god given right that is bestowed upon birth. I just so happen to be that very lucky person who has been blessed ten fold.
However, no matter how damn sexy I look, some people will never notice me. They will never see me as more then just a great friend. They will never gaze at me with longing and passion as Romeo and Juliet. They will never whisper softly into my delicate ear, "je t'aime mon chéri."
Regardless, I will dress to impress. At the very least, Ill look hot doing it
Section 2: Getting in the game
"Oi! Yumichika! Get your head in the game!" Ikkaku spat out over the lengthy bridge. I was reluctant to follow him in fear of interfering with his battle (and looking undesirable). However, these feelings quickly subsided as I realized he needed help with a distant hollow. I quickly trotted over the bridge and lunged into the fight.
"That's more like it! Don't let your guard down!"
"I can take care of this myself. Don't interfere baldy!"
Ikkaku grunted and scowled at me. I giggled internally at the rage he had for his nickname.
"Don't call me BALDY," Ikkaku screamed at the top of his lungs. In a matter of seconds, he thrashed about and killed every hollow in his path. I elegantly killed my hollow and sighed. He was a complete and utter moron. But he was my moron.
"One day, Yumi, I swear to god I will get you back," he claimed, walking towards me.
"Yeah, and maybe one day you're head will be shiny enough to use as a defense mechanism, a sort of blinding tool. Or maybe a lighthouse to signal to all shigami."
"THAT'S IT!" Ikkaku grabbed my arm and throught me to the ground. He clenched his fist and I braced myself. Suddenly, his hand dropped and he stared off into the distance. I slowly got up, dusting myself.
"Sorry bout that Yumichika. Lets get outta here. Captains prolly looking for us."
He held out his hand in a gesture of friendship. I slapped his hand away and glared at him.
"You. Got. Me. Dirty."
Ikkaku started laughing. I tried to make a pouty face, but eventually fell into laughter along with him. It was hard to resist his contagious laugh.
"Yumichika, you're the girliest man in soul society."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
Ikkaku smiled and hit me in the arm.
"Come on pretty boy, let's go!"