Ok people this is different from my usual Naruto obsession based stories. Its bleach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm real bad at summaries, so read. Its about Ichigo and Renji...possible yaoi lemon in later chapters!!!!!! RR!

Hey, this is the beta of Poisonous Flames story, Cry Out. I posted this for her, so if the summary sucks, blame me. I know nothing about Bleach, so give it a chance. I only fixed the grammatical errors. RR PLEASE!


-SilverScarecrow

Cry Out

"Renji, don't go" he whispered to his back. "You'll die."
"I have to go, he is there," Renji replied, not looking at the orange-haired boy
"It will make all our efforts pointless! Why should we have even bothered to save Rukia if you just going to turn yourself in!?" Ichigo shouted at Renji's back. Renji turned to face Ichigo.
"Shut up stupid! Do you think I don't know that"? He yelled back. "This is hardest on me you bastard"!
"Renji your being a total ass; you're not going to leave like this. If you leave now she'll be found again! Is that what you want?" Ichigo yelled unyielding at the redhead. "She'll be found and executed for real this time. Neither one of us will be able to save her again! I'm in no condition to fight anybody right now, and you wont be here, so think about it Renji. Is it really worth it"? Renji looked at the boy in font of him now. He unhappily realized that his words were true. If he went to Rukia's brother now, he'd be killed for helping an outsider. However, if he didn't the hunt would continue until the whole of the Soul Society collapsed around their ears. He would have worked so hard to save Rukia only to have her killed.
'Shit' he thought. Renji sighed and looked at Ichigo.
"You bastard, you make a point".
"Hell yea I do! You're stayin' here," Ichigo snapped.
"Fine, but we will have to hide Rukia better from now on. They're catching on, and we can't hide her in the human realm. Too obvious. Damn it, Ichigo, why does this have to happen to us," Renji growled out, dropping to his knees.
"Because we saved her," Ichigo whispered, looking down at the redhead.
"Why couldn't she have just come back like she was told? None of this woulda happened," he whispered as well. "I can't leave her, and I can't take her with me either. All those years we spent together, they seem pointless now. We were mere children then, we didn't have it easy then, and we don't have it easy now," Renji continued in a whisper to himself.
Ichigo watched as his friend mentally tore himself up.
"How can this be happening? Damn…"
Ichigo sat on the floor by his bed and held his head in his hands. It was minutes before he heard Renji stand up and walk over to him. Ichigo looked up tiredly.
"What now, idiot?"

Renji didn't answer; instead he sat beside the orange haired boy. He put his elbows on his knees and sighed.
"It's harder because we both love her," Renji said in a pained voice. Ichigo didn't look up when he answered.
"It was bound to happen."
"She told me she would never love someone that she couldn't. Her duty to the Soul Society was more important," Renji said.
"She said she wouldn't fall in love. She might not have. We might have fallen for a girl that cannot and does not love us back." Ichigo leaned back against his bed and sighed heavily.
"Yeah, then this would be even more pointless then it already is."
"Shut up. I wonder where yoruichii is," Ichigo pondered.
"Who knows, she's everywhere."
"Yeah. I'll just have to wait for her to get back." Ichigo closed his eyes.
"We should probably train or something. I feel so useless."
"We should, but I'm in no condition to use my zanpakuto. I hate this, I want to fight!" Ichigo growled, mad at his current state of well-being. He remembered the fight he had with the four lieutenants. He might well have died had it not been for yoruichii.
'I wonder how the others are doing' he thought. He could not stop thinking about them. As soon as he had met up with them all, he'd lost them again. After he had fallen, they were left alone, unprotected. He remembered nothing after that. He had woken up in some odd place all bandaged up and sore as hell.
"Your doing better, you'll be back before long," Renji said, trying to ease up the tension in the room.
"But how long is long?" Ichigo asked, clenching his fists on his knees, instantly regretting it as immense pain shot though his hands, up his arms and down his spine.
"UGHHHH," he growled as he released and fell on his side, hands held out in front of him. Renji stood up immediately and retrieved the ice water. He grabbed the bucket and placed it in front of Ichigo.
"Here let me," Renji said, taking Ichigo's hands and removing the bandages slowly. Renji slowly submerged the bloody hands into the freezing water. Ichigo hissed as the water stung his wounds.
"You will not heal if you keep reopening your wounds," Renji said reprovingly. "You've got to take it easy, don't get too angry, or you will be out even longer than necessary," he smirked while holding Ichigo's hands under the water.
"I can't help it! This pisses me off, and I can't even do anything about it." Ichigo closed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain. It wasn't easy. The pain that shot through his hands and arms was irritatingly strong.
Soon Renji released Ichigo's hands and looked him in the eyes.
"You ok now? Do you want me to get you anything"? Renji asked, kinder than before.
"No I think I'm good," Ichigo said, looking down at his hands in the water. The water was tinted red; fresh blood swirled in intricate patterns from his wound. He turned his hands over in the water and looked at them. His palms had torn open from gripping his zanpakuto too tight.
Renji looked at the handsome man in front of him. It pained him to see Ichigo like this. Ichigo had always been the strong one, the one who couldn't get hurt. The level between their powers was great, but Ichigo could withstand more of a beating than he himself could. He was closing the gap quickly though. Renji stared at the odd orange hair Ichigo possessed. It was unusual, bright as a burning flame in a dark room.
"What's wrong, why are you looking at me like that?…Renji? Hello? Anyone home? RENJI!!!" Ichigo screeched angrily.
"Huh? What...oh, it's nothing. You need anything"? Renji asked again, dazed. He had just imagined Ichigo from days before, laid out on his bed without a shirt. All bandaged up and bloody. The sight had not repulsed him; it intrigued him. He was oddly attracted to the sight of Ichigo without a shirt. He wondered, briefly, what it would feel like to have their bodies pressed against each other.
'No, I can't think of him like that, no' Renji scolded himself. He looked away and stood up. He walked to the door and said,
"I'll be in the other room if you need me." He left, shaking his head.
Ichigo watched as the former vice captain of the 11 squad disappeared from view. He wondered what was with Renji; he was staring off into space, evading his questioning of the uncomfortable staring. Ichigo looked at his now numb hands. The bleeding had stopped. He removed his hands from the bucket and picked up a towel next to him. He dried his hands carefully, not wanting to re-open the wounds. Ichigo looked for new bandages to wrap his hands in, but found none.
'Crap, where are they?' he thought impatiently. He stood and looked for them, not touching anything with his sore fingers.
'I guess I'll have to ask Renji.'
"Hey Renji, where are the bandages?" Ichigo called as he opened the door walking out into the hall.
"On the table in the kitchen" Renji called back timidly. "Do you need help putting them on"?
"Yeah, I think I will." Ichigo walked into the kitchen. Renji followed soon after him, in picking up the bandages that had been set upon the table, unwinding them.
"Put your hand out."
"Hmm." Ichigo obliged to the command. Renji took Ichigo's hand in his own and turned it, palm up. He placed the end of the bandage on the wound and proceeded to cover it, spinning it gently but firmly around it.
"Next." Renji grunted after he finished. Ichigo held his other hand up for Renji to wrap.
"Renji, what's wrong." Ichigo asked offhandedly, voice light and uncaring.
"Nothing I'm fine you idiot. Now shut up and let me finish your hands," Renji replied tonelessly.
'Something must really be bothering him' Ichigo thought.
"Something has got to be wrong, you're too quiet. Usually you're going on about how much better you are then I; now you're not saying anything," Ichigo pointed out. Renji sighed as he finished the other hand. He dropped his hands to his side and said
"Why can't you just leave it alone Ichigo? Why does something have to be wrong?! Shit…" Renji looked thoroughly annoyed now.
"Its not right, you don't have many problems that you let bother you, and here you are obviously ticked and you won't tell me," Ichigo shot back, scowling irritably.
"I swear Ichigo, can't you just drop it?"
"No I can't, now what's wrong!?" They were shouting now, over something so very trivial, or so it seemed.
"Damn it, Ichigo…I swear…Fine. If you can't leave it alone, I think I love you, okay!? And I can't stand seeing you like this, always in pain. IT KILLS ME!" Renji shouted, throwing his arms up above his head.
Ichigo stood, arms at his sides, shocked at what he had just heard.
'This is a lie, it can't be. He loves Rukia. How can he love me'? Ichigo questioned himself. His face was void of expression. It had hit him too hard and too fast. But then, he allowed a portion of caring to take over, sympathy for the redhead overpowering his will to stay stoic.
"Renji," Ichigo whispered. "It took you long enough you asshole."

Renji's expression changed from anger to shock.
"What?" He asked stupidly. Ichigo looked down to the floor.
" I thought I was just having a phase, that I wasn't attracted to you at all in any way. But I guess I was wrong," Ichigo said.
"So…you mean…that you love me as well"? Renji questioned.
"Yes, I do," was the orange haired man's reply.
They stood in the kitchen, for what seem like hours, in silence. Neither could bring themselves to look at one another. A powerful sort of tension was building between them. Not a threatening one, but one that made them desire to comfort the other. They were at odds with themselves. Here they both agreed that they loved Rukia. Now they claimed to love each other. Either way, they were in love, and nothing could stop that. Renji spoke first.
"Ichigo…I-" He was cut off suddenly, almost violently. Ichigo had crossed the room and closed all the distance between them in a single fluid motion. He kissed Renji. Renji stood shocked at the action, but slowly he warmed up to the contact. He closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss. He was slightly taller then Ichigo so his head was bent down at a slightly awkward angle. Ichigo licked Renji's lower lip, asking, nay, begging for entrance. He got it. Slowly they explored the warm caverns of each other's mouths.
'God, how long I have waited for this,' both thought simultaneously.

Yeah, that's it for now. Thanks for reading, and I'll be sure to update soon! Providing you do your share and leave me some loverly reviews! RR AND THE UPDATE WILL COME SOON!