Title: Love, Alcohol, and Soccer Balls

Pairing: Kensei x Shuuhei

Rating: K+

Warnings: Some language and possibly sexual innuendo. Maybe I should have rated this T? Ah, who cares.

Disclaimer: I'm homeless, and therefore I own nothing.

Yay for my first on-going series! I hope it goes well and I don't bail on it D: So sorrez if I do.

But um yeah, I hope you enjoy. I've kinda been in a stump lately and this is the only thing that I wrote that I actually liked, so I hope you like it too! Alright I'll shut up now and let you read. DERP.

Hisagi shifted in his seat, seeking for a more comfort in vain. He sat on a mat in one of the room at Urahara's shop, listening to the blond former-captain bicker with Renji about freeloading or something. He had just arrived to the human world an hour ago, and transferring his soul into his gigai was never a pleasant experience.

Urahara sighed, "Just don't come smashing through the doors in the middle of the night drunk, alright? I'm already losing enough as it is with you staying here."

"What's that supposed to mean!" Renji hollered, angry at the insinuation that all he was good for was mooching. "C'mon Hisagi, let's go."

Before Hisagi had any time to respond, his wrist was quickly grabbed by the younger shinigami and dragged out of the shop. Once they had exited, Renji let go of his arm and slowed his pace.

"What was that for?" Hisagi grumbled.

Renji smiled, showing no signs of his previous irritation. "Just needed a reason to get outta there," he winked.

Hisagi eyed him and rubbed his wrist as they continued walking. He already knew where they were heading; the Kurosaki household. He knew that Renji had a thing for Ichigo, even though they both were aware that he had almost no chance with the human. After all of the battles have been settled, Ichigo found out that he didn't hate a certain blue-haired arrancar that much, after all.

They walked in peace. For the first time in a few years, Hisagi was able to enjoy a more leisurely stay in the material world. He and Renji were sent to discuss a few matters with Urahara, and were given a good two months to do so. Considering that they were living with the man, the two had plenty of time to enjoy themselves and almost consider as a vacation.

Hisagi inhaled deeply and smiled. It was nice to have a carefree trip once in a while. He walked at a slow, leisurely pace, enjoying the sights. The sun was setting behind the tall buildings, but signs of autumn life showed. High school students walked home, kids played on the streets, and older ladies walked around carrying shopping bags. The two took a detour through a park, which was sparsely populated with kids playing on the playground, lovey-dovey couples, and families. They passed by a soccer field which hosted a small scrimmage game between middle-school kids.

Hisagi watched as the game proceed. The team definitely had some members with great potential. He didn't know much of the game, but knew the basics and was able to see talent in an individual.

Renji noticed Hisagi slow down. "Wanna join? I'm sure it'll get ya used to your temporary body."

Hisagi was about to shake his head, until he saw a figure standing by the sidelines.

A tall, muscular man stood with a whistle in hand. He was dressed in typical soccer coach garments: a matching track suit. His hair was white and from this distance, Hisagi thought he saw piercings.

Before he knew what to think, Hisagi was already making his way down the hill. Renji turned around to say something, but was startled to find Hisagi half way down the hill. His distant, "Oy!" was unheard by the man.

With a screech of the whistle, the practice was over. The kids came in, taking off their makeshift jerseys and grabbing their stuff. They exchanged a few words with the coach, which returned all of their remarks with smiles and pats on the back. All the while, Hisagi stood a few feet away, watching.

Finally, the boys left and only the coach was left, packing his things in a duffel bag.

"Can I help you?" He asked, without turning around.

Hisagi choked, startled. He swallowed, and tried to think of what to say. "Um, I—"

"Practice is over, and I need to get home," the man said, turning around to face Hisagi. He slung his bag over his shoulder. It's him.

"I—" Hisagi stared at the ground.

"I don't know what's bothering ya, but smile, dammit!"

Hisagi's head shot up at the familiar words. He met the warm, amber eyes of the grinning man who saved him a hundred years ago.

"Muguruma Kensei," Hisagi said confidently.

"My my," Kensei grinned, "Hisagi Shuuhei. Look at how much you've grown."

Hisagi didn't know what to say. He was so elated, so relieved that his hero had remembered him. He had so many questions to ask, but he had no idea where to begin.

"C'mon, let's take a walk," Kensei walked towards him and put his hand on his shoulder as a friendly gesture.

And so Hisagi left with the older man, eager to finally meet the man he had revered for so many years.

Renji smiled. From the top of the hill, he saw the two walk away. He was glad for Hisagi. He knew where things would go, so he decided to leave them alone. He turned on his heels and started heading to his favorite substitute shinigami's house.

So there's the first chapter. I kind of loved the idea of Kensei as a soccer coach for little kids. I'll explain why I like it later. The other choice was a personal trainer or boxing coach, but again, I'll explain the reasons why I chose soccer coach later.

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