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IT'S TIME TO GO TO VEGAS.
~Marlode~
Bleach In Vegas
Chapter One
A hell butterfly flittered around Soul Society; it flew into the gates of the fifth, the ninth, and the sixth squad offices. The message it distributed said:
"Kuchiki Taichou, and Abarai fukutaichou…"
"Shuuhei fukutaichou…"
"Izuru fukutaichou…"
"You are all going to Vegas, pack your bags today and be ready to leave by noon. The Soutaichou has decided that certain squads will partake in a vacation from work; whereas the other captains will guide the third and fourth seats to run your squad for the next few days. Kurosaki Ichigo will be waiting for you in the real world; he shall serve as your guide in Vegas, for he knows the workings of the modern world. Be ready in one hour, and make your way to the gate.
All four receivers of the message were slightly confused, but they simply nodded their heads and took off to their homesteads to pack their belongings.
They all had a common thought; 'What, and where, is Vegas?'
After Arriving In the Real World
Ichigo stood outside of Urahara's shop, waiting for Renji, Byakuya, Shuuhei, and Kira to come through the gate and meet him outside.
"Why the hell do I have to do this?" Ichigo grumbled while glaring at the ground. He closed his eyes as they twitched angrily "This is going to be such a pain. In. the. ASS!" he bellowed.
"What's gonna be a pain in your ass Ichigo?" questioned a rough voice behind the irritated soul reaper.
Ichigo flung himself around, "YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME! DAMN SOUL SOCIETY! DAMN THEM! DAMN YOU!"
"Calm yourself Kurosaki, I will not be yelled at a by an incompetent fool with the maturity levels of a one year old," said a calm Kuchiki.
"Kurosaki- san," said a hesitant Kira, "please take us where we need to go; this is an ordered vacation!"
"Yeah, yeah, at least I'll be able to get away from here for a while," said Ichigo, who also thought, 'And away from my annoying, stupid father!' But as he looked at the group trailing him, he realized that he had only traded one hell for another.
On the Plane from Japan to Vegas
Byakuya was seated by Hisagi; they were in front of Ichigo and Kira, and Renji had gotten placed in front of the four of them and seated by a brown haired man.
Renji twisted around in his seat, his loose hair almost whapping the person beside him.
"Kuchiki taich—"
"Abarai, calling me by my last or first name would be more appropriate while we are in public exposure; and for the rest of this 'vacation."
Renji nodded, "Well, Byakuya, why can't I sit by one of you? Why am I the one stuck by a stranger?"
The 'stranger' looked at Renji from the corner of his eye.
"Abarai, that was out of our control; it is simply how we were sat according to the directors of this, ah, facility, I presume."
The red head pouted, and turned himself all the way around so that he was kneeling on the seat and facing Byakuya and Shuuhei, while bumping his head on the cargo holder above.
"Taaahh Byakuya, could you please switch spots with me so that I could sit with Shuuhei?"
The Kuchiki shifted uncomfortably; why did he have to move? Didn't Renji want to sit with him? "No, Renji. I am staying here."
Shuuhei gave his childish friend a sympathetic look, showing that he wanted to sit with Renji too; maybe they could have had a party on the plane? But not with Kuchiki Byakuya sitting beside the 69 faced man.
Renji harrumphed and twirled around in his seat, plopping onto the seat, and noticed briefly that he had whapped the man next to him with his hair.
"Ah, I'm sorry! I just—"
The man smiled, "It's fine, Renji?" Abarai nodded. "Your hair smelled good, so it's fine."
Renji stared at the (handsome and lean) man beside him, and moved a little closer towards the window.
"My name is Tristan, I'm an American; but I know some Japanese." He held his hand out for Renji to shake. "I'm heading back to my place in Vegas, but Karakura sure was nice, if not a little small."
Renji reached out and shook Tristan's hand with a strong grip.
"Yeah, uh I'm from, somewhere out of Karakura, sorta, like not a lot, but just… Agh! I'm from out of town!" said the flustered lieutenant.
"Ah," said a smiling Tristan, "Have you ever been to America?"
Renji shook his head slightly, "Naw, but I hope they have taiyaki!" Abarai said excitedly.
"Yes, that is some good stuff." Tristan was looking the obliviously excited Renji up and down; man did the red head have a great body! And his face was very nice to look at too, and those tattoos were hot. Maybe he could get him to come to his place?
"Say, Renji, you act like a kid," said Tristan, which turned Renji's smile into a glare, "and I think it's really cute."
Renji's eyes widened and his cheeks blushed a hazy pink.
"I- I'm not—" Abarai stammered, "I'm not, cute! I'm not cute!" he said defiantly, turning his body to his left to look at Tristan.
"Okay then, you're hot." Stated a still smiling Tristan. "And that blush is hot too."
Renji is a dominant male character, loud, brash, courageous; but all of these comments were making him meek as a mouse.
"And those tattoos are sexy."
Renji inched up farther towards the window, gulping.
"Wow," laughed Tristan, "You're pretty shy when it comes to stuff like this!"
"Shu- shut up! I am not!"
"Oh, then is it that you don't like guys like that?"
"Shut yer mouth!"
Tristan grinned, the red head hadn't denied liking guys. He leaned over to Renji's ear, "If I shut my mouth," he whispered, "then how am I supposed to do all the things I want to do to you?"
Byakuya had been listening to the conversation, and with his closeness to the two seats in front of him, he had heard what Tristan had said to Renji, and it was the last straw; no one talked to HIS Renji like that, especially in front of him!
The Kuchiki's eyes widened; 'My Renji? It's not like I care, right?'
Nonetheless, Byakuya stood up, even though the plane was flying by now. He glared down at the man named Tristan, who felt a shadow fall over him, and looked up into Byakuya's protective gaze.
"Stop harassing Abarai," commanded Byakuya in a chilly voice.
Tristan smiled at Byakuya, and shoved his hand underneath the nervous red head, and gave his ass a squeeze.
"What the hell?" yelped Renji, who had arched his back off of the seat to avoid the offending hand.
"Renji, why don't you stay arched like that? It looks like you're doing something naughty," winked the (handsome) brown haired creep. "And I can see your tattoos going down into your jeans; did it hurt to get them done in that sensitive of an area?"
Renji's mind was in overload, and he simply stayed arched and staring uncomprehendingly at the man beside him.
Byakuya swiftly swept his hand and hit a small part of Tristan's neck. Tristan immediately slumped, and began to snore.
'At least that Demon Cat Yoruichi taught me some useful things,' thought a grimacing Byakuya. He then noticed that Renji was still arched off the seat, staring at Tristan. The Kuchiki reached over, placed his hand over Renji's chest, and pushed his lieutenant into a sitting position.
"That piece of scum will not bother you anymore," conceded an irritated Byakuya.
And the plane continued to make its way to Vegas, with a sleeping Hisagi, a zoned out Ichigo and Kira, an irritated Byakuya, and a shell shocked Renji.
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