Here's another prompt based drabble fic for you guys.
Hope everyone enjoys.
Cosplay
"Ichigo, why are those people dressed like that?" Toushiro asked, indicating a large group of teenagers dressed in brightly coloured wigs and fake armour and weapons, making their happy way through the shopping centre.
Ichigo smiled; it was extremely endearing how the world of the living was so mysterious to Toushiro. He was constantly asking questions every time they went out. Ichigo found had to struggle not to smile when he explained simple things such as how to use a vending machine or how to open a juice box.
"Cosplay," Ichigo answered, wrapping an arm around Tosuhiro's shoulders as he followed the teenagers with his eyes. "There must be a convention in town."
Toushiro raised an eyebrow, still obviously confused.
"Um, cosplay... it's when people dress up as characters from animes and mangas."
Toushiro tilted his head. "Why?"
"...Because it's fun."
Toushiro eyed the group of teenagers sceptically.
"We should try it some time," Ichigo grinned, "I can think of a few characters you'd look cute as."
Toushiro scowled and shoved Ichigo's hand from around him in favour of crossing his arms across his chest. "In your dreams, Kurosaki, I'm not cute."
He listened patiently, however, as Ichigo listed off numerous characters which he thought would suit him.
E-reader
Ichigo was beginning to wonder if the Kindle he had gotten Toushiro for his birthday was threatening his position as boyfriend. He really shouldn't have been jealous of an electronic reader, but, here he was, glaring at the thin, black tablet in Toushiro's hands and plotting ways which he could destroy it and make it look like an accident.
Toy Dragon
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" Toushiro snapped and held the blue, stuffed dragon at arm's length.
"Don't you think it looks like Hyourinmaru?" Ichigo asked.
"Not at all."
"Oh come on, I spent all that time trying to win it for you. That game wasn't easy you know; I bet it was rigged."
Toushiro huffed. "I didn't ask you to..."
"Well, you could always pass it on to Yuzu or Rangiku, I guess." Ichigo shrugged and ran his hand through his hair, trying not to sound as dejected as he felt.
Toushiro rolled his eyes. "Why would I do that? You got it for me."
Ichigo smiled when the small shinigami tucked the toy dragon under his arm and shyly reached for his hand.
Kitten Videos
"Oh my god, Shiro, you have to see this!" Ichigo shouted over his shoulder.
He heard Toushiro sigh, "What is it, Ichigo?"
"Look." He pointed to his laptop screen. Toushiro huffed and moved to stand behind him.
He replayed the video of a fluffy kitten playing with a piece of blue tinsel on a stick. The poor thing was so excited it didn't know what to do with itself. Not to mention it had the biggest pair of eyes he had ever seen. He felt himself smiling widely and something melted inside of him. Even Toushiro chuckled a bit. He turned to the white-haired boy shaking his head with the ghost of a smile on his face.
"Wasn't that the cutest thing you've ever seen?" he asked.
"It was pretty cute," Toushiro admitted.
"It's like you're long lost twin."
Toushiro raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about, Kurosaki?"
Ichigo grinned. "If you were an animal, you'd be that kitten."
Toushiro sighed, but decided to humour him. "Why?"
Ichigo cocked his head. "Well, you're adorable, and you're kinda pretty fluffy."
Diet Pepsi
"This tastes weird; I don't like it." Toushiro pulled a disgusted face as he swallowed the bubbly, black liquid that Ichigo had forced upon him.
"It's not that bad. Lots of people here like it," Ichigo said, tilting his head.
Toushiro scowled at the glass in front of him. "Well, I'm not one of them. It has a weird after taste; my tongue feels strange."
"It shouldn't have an after taste." Ichigo frowned and took a sip from Toushiro's glass. "Ugh, that's diet; no wonder you don't like it. Here," he pushed his own drink to his boyfriend, "taste mine."
Toushiro eyed Ichigo's glass with mistrust, but took a small sip anyway. He didn't recoil in disgust this time.
"Better?" Ichigo asked.
Toushiro shrugged. "I suppose so, but it's sweet." He paused. "Is it supposed to bubble so much-"
He was cut off by a rather loud belch. He covered his mouth with both hands and glared at the glass again. Ichigo laughed loudly, throwing his head back; absolutely howling with mirth. Toushiro glanced at him mortified and a pink blush spread across his cheeks.
"Don't worry; that's supposed to happen too," the redhead explained in between chuckles.
"When did you take this picture of us?" Toushiro asked. He looked over the laptop screen to his boyfriend who was currently leafing through a chemistry textbook.
"Which one?" Ichigo asked, chewing the end of his pen.
"This one," Toushiro turned the laptop towards him, "It's your 'profile picture' I believe?"
Ichigo turned to the laptop so quickly that he gave himself whiplash. "How the hell did you get on to facebook?" he exclaimed snatching the computer from his boyfriend.
Toushiro shrugged. "It was there when you gave it to me. Is it a problem?"
Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck and hesitated. "I guess not." He handed the laptop back to Toushiro. "Sorry that was just a reflex; Keigo likes to mess with my status whenever he can..."
Toushiro's face was blank.
Ichigo sighed and moved to sit next to the shinigami and pulled the computer on to his lap. "This is facebook," he explained. "It's like this online community for all your friends. You can share pictures and statuses with people." He scrolled down his news feed, showing Toushiro all the stories and pictures his friends had posted. "And your friends can comment and 'like' your stuff."
Toushiro titled his head, "Can't you do all that in person?"
"Yes, but this is easier. You can still keep in contact with people who aren't around."
"I see. So that picture... all of your friends can see it?"
"Yeah, is that a problem?" he clicked on his profile picture to enlarge it.
He thought it was a nice picture of him and Toushiro. The smaller boy was resting his head on Ichigo's shoulder and staring at the camera with a raised eyebrow. Ichigo was smirking and had his head tilted to rest his check against Toushiro's hair. Almost all of his friends had 'liked' it and he had gotten more than a few comments saying how cute they were together and asking if Toushiro was is boyfriend and inquiring about their relationship. It was the most comments he had gotten on any picture before.
Toushiro was silent as he regarded the picture and read some of the comments. "I guess not..." he said after a while. "Who's Keigo? I don't think I've met him before."
Ichigo sighed and looked to the comments. He remembered Keigo being the first one to comment when he changed his profile picture.
'Who's that? He's smoking hot tho... when can I meet him?'
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "I don't think you'd want to."
E-bay
"What is this? This is not what I ordered," Ichigo growled, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"What is it?" Toushiro asked, nudging the package with his toe.
"It's not what they showed in the picture, I'll tell you that. It's not even the right colour. And some assembly required my butt. It came in three boxes! That's the last time I order anything from E-Bay."
"Well, the seller was called SexyassPrisionPrince69... I mean, you should have figured."
Ring
Toushiro was nervous for many reasons. One; Ichigo was missing and that was never a good thing. The redhead was like a puppy or a small child; the moment Toushiro took his eyes off him chaos always ensued. Two; he had left a small, black, velvet box on his desk in his haste to find his missing boyfriend and if Rangiku saw it all hell would break loose in a matter of seconds. Three; he was going to ask Ichigo to marry him.
He shouldn't have been nervous for the third reason; he and Ichigo had been dating for a very long time now and Ichigo had been making a few offhand remarks about marriage since he had graduated med school and was wrapping up his internship at Karakura General Hospital later this year. Toushiro had been thinking about calling the redhead his husband, as well, and had plucked up the courage to finally ask him. He needed to find Ichigo first, however, and get the ring from his office.
...
"I know I said I would come to see you first, but that idiot, Renji, literally attacked me with his zanpakuto as soon as I got here." Ichigo exclaimed as he and Toushiro walked hand-in-hand back to the Tenth Division. "Were you worried?"
"I always worry, about you," Toushiro sighed, "if you haven't noticed you attract trouble like bugs to a light."
Ichigo elbowed him lightly. "That's not true anymore."
"Sure."
Ichigo bowled into the office as soon as he slide open the door, intending to face-plant on the couch and take a solid nap, but he spied a tiny, black box on Toushiro's desk and went to investigate instead.
Toushiro groaned inwardly. He should have gone back for the ring before going to find Ichigo. He fought down a heavy blush when Ichigo picked up the box and flipped it open. The redhead went completely silent as he stared at the sliver ring which sat innocently on a bed of white satin. Well there was no backing out now, Toushiro thought and sunk to one knee like he had seen a few people do in the world of the living.
Ichigo turned around, still eyeing the ring, but his mouth dropped slightly and his eyebrows rose into his hairline when he saw Toushiro. One hand flew to cover his mouth, but Toushiro could tell from the wrinkles around his eyes that he was smiling widely.
Toushiro struggled to find his voice for a few seconds, but spoke clearly with a large smile of his own. "Ichigo Kurosaki, will you marry me?"
Ichigo removed his hand from his mouth and slowly went over to gently pull Toushiro up from the floor. The next thing Toushiro knew Ichigo had hoisted him up and was kissing him fiercely. He had no choice but to kiss back and wrap his arms around Ichigo's neck, his legs went around his waist.
"Whoa whoa whoa, keep it PG in the office." They hadn't even heard Rangiku enter and reluctantly broke apart. It was as if she had a sixth sense for when something juicy was going down. "What's the occasion?"
Ichigo grinned and Toushiro blushed again.
"He asked me to marry him," Ichigo said breathlessly and adjusted his hold on the small captain.
Ragiku's jaw dropped then her open mouth slowly turned into a wide smile. She jumped up and down clapping her hands, but then stopped suddenly and tilted her head. "Wait, Captain asked? I thought you'd be the one to propose, Ichigo."
"Yeah, me too," the redhead admitted.
Toushiro huffed. "Why does it matter who asks? The outcome is the same either way." He rested his head on Ichigo's chest and tightened his arms around his neck.
Ichigo gasped softly, "Oh shit, my answer is 'yes' by the way."
Rangiku chuckled and Toushiro rolled his eyes. "I know, you moron."
Tattoo
"Is it going to hurt?" Ichigo asked, chewing the inside of his cheek.
The tattoo artist grimaced, "I'm not going to lie; so yeah."
Ichigo sighed and turned to his boyfriend.
Toushiro chuckled softly, "This was your idea, don't go chickening out now."
"Alright, you said hip right?" the tattoo artist asked with a grin, "you just lie down here and we'll get started."
Ichigo swallowed as he lowered his pants to expose his hip and hoped onto the smooth, leather platform. Toushiro stood off to his side with his arms folded across his chest and an amused smirk on his face.
"Don't be nervous, Kurosaki, I'm sure this isn't going to be the worse pain you've ever felt."
"Pain is pain, Shiro."
Toushiro rolled his eyes. "Baby."
The tattoo artist took a few more minutes to get everything ready. Ichigo chewed his bottom lip when the tattoo gun started buzzing and he squeezed his eyes shut. It was a stinging, burning sensation that caused him to hiss sharply. He heard Toushiro sigh softly then a small, cool hand grasped his own and held it tightly.
"Just breathe, Ichigo." Toushiro said soothingly and pecked him lightly on the cheek.
The tattoo took around an hour and a few minutes and by the end of it Ichigo was breathing through his teeth, but had succeeded in ignoring most of the pain in favour of running his thumb over Toushiro's knuckles. However, he grinned as he examined his hip in the full length mirror in the store. His skin was red, raw, and very puffy, but the artist had done exactly what he wanted. A delicately detailed dragon – that looked eerily like Hyourinmaru, even though Ichigo insisted that it was not; Toushiro knew better – surrounded the short kanji phrase 'strength in family'.
Toushiro hung back and watched as Ichigo gingerly prodded his hip. "I like it," he said after a short while and Ichigo turned to him, his smile widening. He had to admit that the mark accentuated the hard lines of Ichigo's lower abdomen, if not looking a little suggestive with the placement. He had been a little sceptical about Ichigo's idea to get a tattoo, but it had turned out well and was... sexy.
"You should get one too," Ichigo suggested, "we could match."
"No, I like it on you, only you."
This set of prompts was gaciously donated by Scarlett Foxie
If anyone has any prompts they would like to see done feel free to leave them in a review.
-Mymomomo
