Artheph's New Note: AUGH I know you must think I'm FREAKING RETARDED. I mean how pathetic was it that I put this in the wrong frisking category? I assure you, if someone had done it, I'd have thought they wouldn't really deserve to write fanfiction.Well, okay, maybe not to that extent, but I would've thought they were pretty freaking stupid. Which is how I feel right now. So to everyone who has nicely (and rather bluntly) said that I put it in the wrong category, it is FIXED! I think. It might still be swimming in other Naruto fanfics, but whatever. I'm sick of getting reviews about it, especially when the person implies that I'm a stupid ho. Augh, I've tarnished our name...forgive me Crysthur!
Artheph's Note: Oh ehm gee, get out the confetti because it's my first venture into another anime! No, ok I lied. I wrote some Card Captor Sakura that's sitting in my computer, waiting to be editted. So I suppose it should be...it's my first venture into Bleach! Yay! This was heavily influenced by a dream I had (which just shows how freaking addicted I am to Bleach), and it's kind of dedicated to our friend who's becoming a RenjiRukiaIchigo-love-triangle-or-angle-as-we-like-to-call-it-fan. And is it just me, or is my writing style different? Anyway, enjoy!
It was strange really to wear this confined, elegant tuxedo. He would much rather wear the flowing robes of a death god, even if those sandals were a bit troublesome to run in. (He really should propose to wear those sneakers Ichigo wears in this world at the next meeting.)
And it was awkward really to sit among this throng of squealing mortal women, whose supposed whispers were loud enough to be echoing shouts. Ichigo must have mischievously placed him far away from his fellow colleagues. (Seriously, he was the only immortal, the only male, in fact, in this area of the seating chart.)
"I can't believe my luck! That guy with the eyebrows is so hot!"
"Where in the world did Ichigo and Rukia meet these people?"
"Eyebrows? No way! The guy with the hair things is hotter!"
"Orihime is the cutest! Look at her walk down the aisle!"
He had to laugh at that, especially when Ishida instinctively tightened his hold on Orihime's arm. So the quirky Quincy did have feelings for her.
And he supposed it was stupid really to hold a bouquet of flowers when he wasn't the bride or the maid of honor. His original and rash plan of crashing the wedding and proclaiming his love for his one and only was completely ruined when he received a pretty white invitation to attend the damn ceremony. Now he'd just go with the flow. Perhaps he should rage in protest when the priest asked if anyone objected? Or maybe throw himself down in front of them and profess his everlasting love?
But now they were already walking back down the aisle. Ichigo looked like he was having his first bite of ice cream on a hot summer day. And that smile Rukia had…God, she was beautiful in pale yellow. (She had refused to wear white, saying it reminded her of pretty awful times.) He had to do something now…he had to…but he couldn't.
Renji decided then that he loved to see Rukia smile, even if he wasn't the one to receive it.
So, when the pair passed by, he forced a little smirk and handed the bouquet to Rukia, no matter how unconventional it was. (Heck, the entire idea of mixing death gods and regular mortals into one huge ceremony was rather unconventional.) And Ichigo gave him a look, one of those wordless expressions that only males can comprehend, despite different societies, despite different worlds - a look that held gratitude, respect, honor, and understanding.