A/N: Today's my birthday, so I decided to post something. I came up with this while I was sleeping last night and I would have forgotten it, but I woke up to find an awesome birthday gift sitting at the edge of my bed... an Abarai Renji plushie! I was planning on making this a lot longer, but my sister wants to take me to a movie or something, and I'll be moving furniture for the rest of the week.

So Duration proudly presents her first ever uber short IchiIshi, unbeta-ed (sorry) fanfic. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Renji says that I can't own Bleach because I wrote Naruto fanfictions first. I don't know, but for some reason he got really angry when I asked him if he were jealous. ;P


Uryuu walked across his house trying to ignore the pains that protested against his movements. Sitting down at his kitchen table, he adjusted the bandages on his left leg, and then the ones on his right arm. The bruises that covered his body reminded him of his earlier mistake. Stupid. What a stupid, stupid thing of me to do. He gritted his teeth before hopping over to the couch.

A knock was heard at the door and Uryuu shouted a quick "come in" before dropping his head onto the pillow.

The door opened and the guest looked around to find the person he was looking for resting lazily, feet propped up on cushions, looking completely content for the moment.

Ichigo knew that this would not last long. He didn't bother saying any greetings as he shut the door behind him. Instead, mumbling something the along the lines of "Stupid idiot" and "Being a fucking servant".

"Kurosaki," Uryuu lifted himself up slightly, wincing from his unhealed injuries. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"You know, a nice 'hello love' would be greatly appreciated by the person who supposed to be helping you out today." Ichigo growled and pulled up a chair to sit next to the boy on the couch.

"I don't recall your greeting being any more pleasant." He paused. "And I didn't ask for your help."

Ichigo smirked here. "I believe that being the generous boyfriend I am, I should take care of the cripple anyway."

Ishida was about to retort when lips were crushed against his, wiping any smart-ass comment from his mind.

Ichigo played gently with the dark hair and ran his tongue along the seam of the other's lips, silently asking for entrance.

Uryuu then pushed him away lightly and smirked at the redhead's puzzled expression. "No. I'm tired and I need to rest, and I believe that being the generous boyfriend you are, it's your responsibility to take care of me by making me something to eat. Be considerate of the cripple." He tugged the bandages on his arm and smiled playfully while Ichigo looked horrified and wished nothing more than to not have such a big mouth.


Thanks for reading!