I have been horrible and evil and not updated either of my stories in ages and ages. So instead of doing that, I'm posting two new stories. In one day. OH MY GOD. It's unbelievable. Reviews are still very welcome, although flamers will be mocked mercilessly by me and my plot bunnies. Enjoy!
As always, I do not own Bleach or its characters. The annoying blob of hair is mine, though. Renji's hair is always perfect.
Damn. There it was again. The rest of his hair was smooth and sleek and shiny, but this one stupid lock of hair kept popping up every time Renji tried to make a ponytail. He held onto the ponytail with one hand and tried to smooth down the infuriating lump of hair. It split into two smaller lumps and Renji could have sworn they were laughing at him.
A loud knock on the door interrupted him as he attempted to flatten the stubborn lock with water. Oops. Byakuya had still been asleep when Renji had gotten up that morning. He'd tried to be quiet. Evidently not that quiet.
"Renji?" The sleepy voice of his lover drifted through the door.
"Just a minute!" the lieutenant called back, desperately trying to smooth out the cowlick. Now two others had appeared on opposite sides of his head, defying all attempts to remove them. Renji knew he could just put his headband on over them and no one would be the wiser, but he would know and it would bother him. He kept trying.
Byakuya knocked again. "Renji…" he said with a warning tone. "I refuse to sleep at your house again if you don't relinquish the bathroom." Renji swore under his breath as Byakuya continued. "I really don't understand why you would choose a house with only one bathroom."
"Because I lived alone when I moved in!" Renji snarled. He'd given up on the ponytail for the moment and was frantically brushing his hair. He could almost hear Byakuya raise his eyebrows.
"There's no need to take that tone with your superior, Abarai-fukutaicho." The sarcasm laid on his title was almost sickening. Byakuya was surprised when Renji didn't answer. He'd been expecting a tasteless joke about being superior in bed or at least an outraged noise in return. He started to get worried. "Renji?" He blinked in surprise when the door flew open. Renji stood before him, hair loose, eyes wild.
"How do you do it?" he demanded, grabbing the front of the hakama Byakuya insisted on wearing to bed. "How is your hair always perfect?!?"
Byakuya pried his vice captain's hands from his clothes and swept past him into the bathroom.
"Kidou," he shot frostily over his shoulder and slammed the door in Renji's face.
Omake!
Later that morning, two female shinigami sighed wistfully as Renji strode past them. "I love it when Abarai-fukutaicho wears his hair down," one said, watching the lieutenant's retreating back. "It's always so perfect."
So? So? Good? Bad? Only one way to let me know!