His punch connected hard to his opponent's face, the muscle in the cheek bone tensing as a grimace pulled onto the other's face.
Sweat dripped from both of their faces as their half an hour boxing match extending into the final minutes. Both have gotten exhausted and were throwing weak punches but neither wanted to give up.
The red hair of his opponent looked tousled about and the black tattoos that scaled his body seemed to glimmer perfectly in the lights. His muscles looked sculptured by the gods themselves. Overall his opponent was making his will to give up and hit the shower incredible. His need to get himself away from preying eyes and away from the temptation in front of him was over-powering.
He dodged another half-powered punch from the red head, taking more space away from the beauty then needed and was just about to say something to try and call it a draw when the red head threw up his arms.
"I give!" He heard. "I'm tired and I've got a date to go on." He said turning and heading towards his bag. "See you, Ichi! Good luck on your match tomorrow night!"
"I'll take that as I win!" Yelled Ichigo after the retreating figure. "Thanks for the training Renji!" He watched as the beautiful muscles of his training partner vanished out the door after pulling a tank-top over his chest.
Ichigo sighed, while looking around at the now empty ring. He and Renji had asked the owner, Urahara, for the spare key so they could train on Sunday, in preparation of Ichigo's big first fight for the S.S. (Soul Society) tournament.
The tournament stretched over a coupe months with each fighter getting to fight once a week and whoever wins the most bouts is the winner of the tournament.
Renji usually entered these tournaments with Ichigo but he was busy with his new job, new partner and soon to be new place, and for the first time Ichigo felt the overcoming sense of loneliness.
He and Renji had dated, and had only stopped dating a little over two months ago. It hadn't worked and to Ichigo's dismay the red head had cheated on him. They were still friends though, how couldn't they have been?
Back in high school they did everything together; homework, training, partying, they even fought over the same girl's heart a couple times. But the last year of High School had bought them closer then they thought they would ever get. After the mock College Exams they had both gone to a friends place to get "smashed" as the red head had put it.
In the morning they had both awoken to swore backs and splitting headaches, and the new fact that they had indeed had sex with each other. And after further investigation both found out that they had made-out with multiple guys and girls at the party and Renji had admitted that he truly didn't care for which sex he went for "as long as they weren't horrible on the eyes."
Ichigo however had admitted that he wasn't really attracted to either sex, but his long time friend he wouldn't mind having his virginity taken by. That statement had gotten him a slap and a storming out, crying ex-girlfriend, Orihime. He didn't regret it though, he knew his friend Tatsuki had been after those large breasts for many a year. And in the end those two did hook-up.
After that incident the two had started dating and having sex. Ichigo had to emit that he did have a crush on the red head, but after only a couple weeks their relationship had turned into a Sex based one, where they only really got together and "dated" when either of them had the craving for a round (Or five).
The break-up had been mutual on most parts with Renji admitting after a night of clubbing with a friend he had ended up drunk and went home with a tall, dark beauty. Who he had fallen nearly head over heels with in the morning, when he wasn't a fumbling mess of drunken-ness.
And since the break-up all of Renji's time was now devoted to things and people other then Ichigo.
Ichigo sighed again, walking to his bag he picked up a towel inside it wiping off the almost dry sweat from his skin and deciding that perhaps a shower back at his apartment would be a better idea. So after locking and closing the door after himself and he turned and walked the few blocks to his small place wanting to have some time before he went to his night job.
Ichigo's hand ran through his hair as he travelled down the hallway for his small apartment. It was cosy, and his father had helped him pay for all his furniture, not that he could fit much.
He reached for the TV remote on the small table, which he ate most of his meals at. The TV flicked on and showed the current news, not that Ichigo was interested he was more wanting the sound of another person(s) to fill the flat inside of the deafening quiet.
The pondered over put his clothes on, considering he had not bothered putting any on yet, instead opting for the nice fluffy towel with strawberries all over it. He hated his sister, Karin for the joke gift but the towel was extremely nice to feel after nearly an hour of hard training.
A commotion outside distracted him from the thought of clothes and he wondered over what it was about. He then heard a high pitched scream and males yelling at the top of their lungs.
Ichigo stormed to his front door swing it open about ready to yell at whoever was making such a noise and disturbing the quiet apartment complex. But when he opened the door all he could do was stare.
In front of him stood five people, the biggest group of weirdoes he'd ever seen. Two of them were lugging a couple boxes filled with things while a green haired woman and a blue haired sex god were carrying a couch, or at least were. On the couch lay a nearly two meter tall man with long black hair, and a huge piano grin which told Ichigo that the man was extremely proud of himself for making a commotion.
"Nnoi! Get tha' fuck off! Your too fucking big and fat!" The blue beauty yelled. Ichigo grimaced at the language, the stranger may be handsome but he could already tell he was going to be an ass.
He didn't realise that his presence had been noticed by one of the box carriers.
"Sorry, we must be disturbing you." A short man with black hair and amazing green eyes said. All around him, his friends went quiet observing the random person who had shown himself.
Ichigo blushed slightly and turned away scratching his cheek.
"It's nothing, I just heard a scream and thought someone might have been in trouble. I'll ju-" Ichigo pointed back into his house and almost turned around to retreat into it. But as soon as he made the motion he felt a sudden weight on his arms as it was grabbed by the woman.
"Hi! I'm Nel! We'll be your new neighbo-" A fluttering sound caught everyone's attention, most of the men in the group already smiling hugely in humour. Ichigo looked down in horror and before anyone could say anything he slipped out of Nel's arms and was in the house slamming the door in her face before anyone could even get close to laughing at him.
It didn't mean they didn't, he walked straight into his bedroom and all he could here were the echoes of full-hearted laughter coming from outside his place. It continued every time one of the walked passed his door, no doubt moving more of their stuff. He sighed from the kitchen as he made himself instant noodles after he had gotten dressed. This would be his final meal before he left the door's to go to his work, hopefully his new neighbours wouldn't be waiting for him.
This is my first fanfic ever... Please be gentle with me. I also have mild dyslexic... So excuse the stupid mistakes and I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense.
REVIEWS WOULD BE AWESOME BECAUSE THIS IS MY FIRST ONE!
Next Time: Ichigo goes to work... That's all I've thought about so far. X)