Here is the first part of the sequel to Oreo-ooo.
Author: Gabby0214
Title: Sweet Revenge Part 1
Rating: M/ NC 17
Warning: Strong Language, Slight Sexual References
Summary: Sequel to Oreo-ooo
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach! If I did, you would get an eyeful of Renji and Ichigo's escapades. This is a fan fiction based on fictional characters that have grown older, and are of the legal age. Ichigo in this story is twenty.
Community Disclaimer: All characters depicted in sexual situations in this post/ fanfiction/ fanart (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these may be in the material they are derived from.
Beta: Vindictivefreak
Sweet Revenge
Part 1
"Hey, Jinta what are you eating?" asked a curious Renji.
Jinta snickered back at him, "Why Freeloader, ya want some," as he took another bite.
"Ya teme," Renji grabbed Jinta by the shirt, "I should break ya in half for that kinda shit ya've put me through." Renji lashed as he lifted him off the ground.
Jinta, not intimidated in the least, while his body hanging in the air like laundry on a clothes line, smirked, "Freeloader, ya wouldn't dare! Urahara-san would kick your freeloader's ass out if ya touched one little red hair on my precious head. Plus don't cha want ta know what I'm eating, hmm?"
"Damn it! Ya fuckin brat, what is that?" Renji huffed in an act of surrender as he put him back down on the ground.
Jinta's lips turned upward as he let out a split ass grin knowing he got one over on the Pineapple. "It's called a Twinky, a kind of dessert cake, baka. Why ya want ta know anyways?" Jinta asked slightly curious as why Renji would take an interest in the dessert.
"None of y'er damn business, ya dipshit!" answered the now very pissed off red head shinigami. "I suggest ya get y'er ass out of here before I decided that I don't give a fuck what Urahara might do ta me if I wasn't able ta control myself from given ya a spankin you so surely deserve."
Jinta snickered back at Renji, "Ooo, I'm so scared of the big, bad shinigami!"
Renji eyes flashed with a murderous intent as a sinister grin spread a crossed his face in response. Jinta, not being a total idiot, backed away from the smiling man making a hasty retreat, but before he fully left the room, he stuck out his tongue at Renji.
"What a cocky bastard!"
Renji strolled back to the small, sparse room he was currently residing in. He slide the door open, stepping inside sighing in frustration. "Now how am I going to get that damn dessert, what was it again? Oh ya, Jinta, that little shit, called it a Twinky." He slide the door closed and plopped down onto the futon, smirking, "It would be perfect to get back at Ichigo for the Oreo incident. His been ignoring me for over a month and damn it I want my Strawberry." Renji crossed his legs and rested his elbows upon his knees, chin in hand. "But how am I gonna get them, it's not like I have any money or even know where to go! I'll just have to get someone ta help me, but who?" His hand dropped away suddenly, "Oh, I know! I'm sure he will want ta help me cause he would love ta get one over on the Berryhead. The Quincy! I'm sure I can convince him to help me."
Following day…
"Yo Ishida, wait up damn it!" Renji bellowed running down the hall of Karakura HighSchool. Ishida Uryuu ignored him, and just continued walking, but now at a faster pace than before. Renji finally caught up with the stiff, pompous Quincy. "Fuckin A, didn't ya hear me callin out ta ya."
Ishida turned towards him, and repositioned his glass on his nose with his finger. "Abarai-san, I do believe the whole school heard your overly exuberant bellow."
"Well, why the hell didn't ya stop then?"
"I simply didn't feel like it," responded Ishida indignantly.
"Why ya…" Renji stopped himself from rippin into the egotistical bastard. Mustin forget I need a favor, damn it, quickly pondered Renji.
"So what do I owe the pleasure of your attention?" slyly smirked Ishida knowing he was grating on Renji's nerves. Man, it's just too easy to get a rise out of him, he thought, just like Ichigo.
Biting his tongue, Renji swallowed his retort and asked, "I was wonderin if you would be able to help me get some Twinkies?"
"What, why would I want to help a Shinigami? If you have forgotten, the Quincy and Shinigami are enemies."
"But Ishida, if you do this I can get back at Ichigo, don't ya want to see him get all embarrassed."
"Huh, how can ya do that with a Twinkies?" Ishida looked perplexed at him.
"Well, I have my ways, but if ya really need to know I'll tell ya, but you got to keep it a secret. Can ya give me your word?"
Ishida stared back slightly mortified by the shinigami's gall. "Hai, I'm a Quincy and my pride would not let me do anything but," Ishida preached as if giving a sermon.
Renji kept himself from gagging at the overstuffed shirt. "Kay, here is my plan." As Renji told him about his undercover operation, the Quincy started to blush profusely at what the red head shinigami was telling him. One or twice he stopped the redhead's explanation with a huh, or an oh my, or man that's just wrong. At the end of the exchange, Ishida was clearly put into a stupor.
"So what cha think? Is it worth helping me get what I need?" Renji said with a wicked grin as he basked in his own craftiness.
After the Quincy shut his gaping wide mouth and took a gulp of air, he responded "I never knew you had it in you to be so devious. I can't wait to see Ichigo's reactions to, umm, that. Oh, and are you two, umm, you know, ahh, together so to speak?"
"What do you think, baka? Of course we are! Everyone thinks Ichi is so innocent. Let me tell ya, he most defiantly isn't. He could give that pervert Urahara a run for his money."
"Really? I always wondered about that. The way he phrases things, I mean, especially after that hall incident."
Renji couldn't stop the small blush from rising to his cheeks. "Yeah, that was, unexpected! But he likes to play like that sometimes. You should see what he can do with just a cookie." Renji lushly smirked at him.
This time it was Ishida's turn to blush, "I would rather not know." He said as he raised his hands in a please don't go there gesture.
Renji chuckled at the Quincy's actions, and then they went about setting up a time to get together to pick up the contraband. Renji felt like he was about to burst. He couldn't wait for the opportunity to get back at Ichigo, and now since he knew he had Ishida's willingness to help him, he was one step closer to his Sweet Revenge.