Chapter one: Avoidance
A Renji X Ichigo story
M for Man, RenjiIchigo is hawt!
Set: I guess ya could say…um…after the Soul Society/Rukia retrieval arc, in some weird ass way. I watched a few Bount arc episodes though. (Heh, episode 60-something or so had me in hysterics when Ichigo tried to make Renji take off his gigai. That episode had me screaming 'Boy Love!'…in front of my little sister!) So, yeah and blend that up with a little of the Arrancar arc, and ya got my freaky little AU-ish setting.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters, but damn it, I would chew off my left foot and shave my head for just one go at Renji! All those tattoos, yummy washboard abs and silky hair!! Whooo!!
By: Midnight Kyuubi
Note: This is my second RenjiIchigo fanfic, so I hope ya enjoy. It's a sequel duh, multi-chaptered 'cause surprisingly, you guys liked it…Ugh, this was kinda hard 'cause I've been so tired lately with school shit—and it hasn't even started yet…Well, you read, and I'm a' go and take a nap…yawn…
After that night
(also known as: And the Kurosaki sisters never slept right again)
Chapter one: Avoidance
Renji was ninety-five, if not one hundred percent sure that after that fateful night of Inoue's party, Ichigo had been avoiding him.
He hadn't spoken to, or saw the loud, surly orange head for almost three days if that was evidence enough.
There had been several thoughts running through his head after he'd gotten his ass handed to him, and sadly, regret wasn't among them. He didn't, and still wouldn't even put the unnecessary notions of remorse, or something stupid like that in his mind, but he had to admit—
—He had probably come on a little bit too strongly…
Renji had gone to Orihime's apartment with pretty good intentions in the beginning. It wasn't entirely his idea, but after many threats from Rukia, Renji realized it was probably going to be in his best interests to go and help, if he wanted his hair or balls.
What he hadn't anticipated, was that he was going to be alone with one certain substitute shinigami.
He was pissed off at first. He already knew that when those initial feelings of more than platonic affections appeared for Ichigo, it would be hard to control himself around the scowling teen. It was a situation Renji had silently fought valiantly against the moment he was assigned to Karakura Town.
The problem was, restraint was always an obstacle he had to conquer, so who knew how long Renji could stop himself from jumping Ichigo alone.
It became evident that it wasn't very long.
After his quick shower to get that cake crap off, he felt the atmosphere get slightly charged, and Ichigo's always chaotic reiatsu fill the room with tense energy. It had caught Renji's attention and he ran with it until he noticed his careful control had slipped.
Every blush and hardly surreptitious glance Ichigo threw his way emboldened him. That fact that Renji may have been too forward didn't occur until Ichigo was shuddering, throbbing in his slick grasp.
Renji wanted to say the whole thing was Ichigo's fault—the boy had enticed him so much it should have been illegal—but he wasn't that stupid. He was older, much older, and he should have been able to rein his desire in.
Ichigo was younger, and it bothered him at first. Unfortunately, the more time he spent with the shinigami teenager, that attraction grew. Ichigo didn't act his age most of the time anyway—who would when you more or less, had the fate of two worlds placed on your shoulders. There was just something about Ichigo's eyes that screamed intelligence beyond his years.
As an unnecessary perk, the boy also oozed an undeniable sexiness even if he was to dense and naïve to know. Seriously, Renji hadn't met a fifteen year old with the type of body Ichigo was flaunting.
All that aside, any shinigami was considered an adult, contrary to human standard, so eventually; Renji put thoughts of 'cradle robbing' out of mind. Ichigo didn't reject him outright, so that meant there was still a chance for Renji.
The only thing Renji was half-way concerned about was the fast pace his advances had taken. He just hoped Ichigo wouldn't feel sexually harassed or anything.
Going back wasn't an option, but he was going to try and preserve their solid partnership. Just doing that wasn't going to be enough, though. He'd had a taste of the force that was Ichigo, and wanted more.
The ice was broken. Now all Ichigo needed was a little extra persuading…
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Yuzu frowned as she dried her damp hands on her apron. It was common knowledge that the Kurosakis were far from normal with all of their supernatural abilities to sense ghosts, but even she had to admit—her older brother was the weirdest.
It started a little while after his fifteenth birthday. He was sensing and seeing ghosts more often, and his attitude had gotten steadily worse. Only a few months after that, Ichigo started disappearing hours at a time, and she'd kept it to herself, but often heard him talking to himself at night.
Ichigo'd reached his strangest last summer, and Yuzu knew something was up. Karin told her to stop worrying, and her father said it was just teenage hormones, and 'his baby boy was finally becoming a man. Masaki would be soooo proud'. She let it go, but this time, she wouldn't.
'This is just getting ridiculous…'
"Karin-chan, Ichi-nii is still on the sofa! It's been going on three days now, and he hasn't moved yet."
Her raven haired sister boredly walked in with a scowl etched on her face. Headphones were around her neck, blasting music, and it was obvious she had been busy.
"What?"
"You're going to go deaf with your music that loud." Yuzu warned.
Karin shrugged. "So?"
The auburn haired girl rolled her eyes. 'Karin-chan is so much like Ichi-nii, it's scary.'
"What?!" Karin growled through clenched teeth.
"Oh yeah, Ichi-nii is still there. He hasn't moved, and he's eating up all of the snacks."
"O-kay, Ichi-nii's a fat ass. He eats all the food anyways." Karin reminded helpfully. They had always teased Ichigo about how much he ate, food seeming to just melt off of his lean frame.
"He eats bottles of chocolate syrup, for god's sake."
"I know, but it's bad, Karin-chan." Yuzu sighed, wringing her hand on her apron.
"Calm down, you're probably over-reacting." Karin slipped her earphones back on, and turned to go. Yuzu grabbed her shirt from the back.
"I'm not. I'm telling you. He's watching Al Pacino movies. He's watching Scarface right now, and he's doing the voices, Karin, all of them, women, too. Don't tell me I'm exaggerating, Ichigo's gone off the deep end."
Karin frowned, and pulled her phones off. "That is bad, huh? Dad's in the clinic now, so we can't tell him. Let's go see for ourselves."
The girls went into the front room, and cautiously looked over the sofa. What they saw made Karin sweat drop.
Ichigo was buried in the cushions, head propped on the arm of the couch. His skin was a bit pale, and dark circles surrounded his eyes. A spoon stuck lopsidedly out of frowning lips, and he was wearing a t-shirt and bowers—from three nights ago.
'Ew…' Karin thought in distaste.
His orange hair had officially reached disarray of an entirely different level. All together, Ichigo looked like crap.
"Say hello to my little friend!" He yelled angrily at the television.
"See," Yuzu pointed out, worried eyes fixed on her big brother. "I told you so."
"You wanna fuck with me?! Huh?! Take this!"
Karin cringed, and probably would have laughed, if Ichigo wasn't disturbing the hell out of her. She crossed the room grabbing the remote. The television clicked, and annoyed light brown eyes snapped to her.
"What the hell was that for? Turn it back on."
"No, break's up, lazy-ass. Did you even go to school today?"
"I didn't feel up to it—hey!" His hands flailed to grab the covers that were being torn away. "Lemme alone!"
"No." Karin balled up the stolen sheets to toss to Yuzu. She flinched, nose scrunching up at the smell.
"Yuck, Ichi-nii! I just washed these sheets…"
"So?! Go away!" He growled, kicking at the small hands around his ankles. Karin snarled, and yanked harder. "Wash 'em again."
"What is your problem?" Karin yelled between tugs. How 'bout you wash yourself? You stink!"
"How 'bout you leave me alone?"
Karin suddenly let go of his feet, force sending her flying on her bottom. A light of realization shined across her face soon after.
"Fine, you won't get up, I'll make you get up." She hopped up and sprinted to the kitchen.
"Karin-chan…?"
Ichigo huffed, pulling his legs up under him. He didn't stink; he just didn't smell all that great at the moment. That's all…
He was jolted out of his internal mutterings, when a bucket of cold water drenched his body.
"Argh!!"
"Get up, jerk-face!"
Ichigo's face was an outraged mixture of red and purple as he gasped up at Karin, pail still in her hands.
"Y-You…you…you…"
"Karin, Ichi-nii is gonna—"
"—kill you!" The substitute shinigami dove at his sister, and she dodged, circling around the sofa.
"Can't catch me, slowpoke." She taunted. Ichigo snarled, the uncomfortable feeling of his t-shirt sticking to his body, angering him even more.
He darted again, and Karin took off, scrambling down the hall. Before Ichigo could run after her, his foot caught a discarded bag of chips, and he flopped forward, nose-diving to the floor.
"Argh!!"
Yuzu stared in disbelief, then snorted as she tried to muffle her giggles. Indignant brown colored orbs burned into hers.
"Stuff it, you evil brat."
He got up stiffly, and stomped up to his room. The door slammed loudly seconds after. Not even two minutes later, Karin stuck her head out of the room.
"He gone?"
Yuzu sighed, and began picking up Ichigo's trash left on the floor.
"Yeah. You know, you didn't have to throw water on him. I'm gonna have to clean all of this up…"
Karin rolled her eyes, going to open up the curtains. A chilly breeze swept in, rustling their hair and the papers around them.
"That'll help. It's not my fault Ichi-nii wouldn't get up. Need any help?"
The loud ringing of the doorbell drowned out any answers Yuzu had. The sisters exchanged curious glances.
Karin swung the door open, with Yuzu not far behind. Her eyes widened, hitting vivid red hair and wild dark tattoos. The tall stranger looked down at her, and a grin spread slowly across his tanned features.
"Are ya Ichigo's sister?"
The raven haired girl crossed her arms, meeting his open friendly gaze with a glower.
"What's it to you?"
Renji chuckled to himself. 'Yeah, definitely Ichigo's sister, cute like 'im, too.'
Yuzu pushed Karin to the side, smacking her on the back of the head. "Yes, he's upstairs. Would you like to come in?" She asked, blushing slightly. 'Ichi-nii has cute friends…'
Renji grinned even wider as the girls let him in, although Karin made a face at him as he slipped of his shoes. He returned it, and she smirked, sliding headphones up on her ears.
This was going to be easier than he thought…
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Ichigo snapped the steamy shower off, and stepped out, shivering at the air that hit his heated flesh. He wrapped a towel around his waist, grabbing as extra to cover his dripping hair.
A scowl deepened his features, as he stared himself down in the misty mirror. With a puff, he swept his hands across the surface, and his eyes traveled down to his neck, studying the faint bruise resting on his collarbone.
'Three fuckin' days, and it's still there.' He thought angrily, fingering the marked space. In the privacy of his bathroom, Ichigo let a pink flush tint his face, remembering the sharp teeth and slick tongue that bit and licked him to the point of bruising.
"Stupid perverted pineapple-headed shinigami bastard." He mumbled.
As plain as anything, it was clear that Ichigo was still pissed off. What wasn't crystal was that Ichigo didn't know if he was more pissed with himself or...or—
"That man." Ichigo growled, snatching his toothbrush up and wetting it. He squeezed a streak of blue paste on the brush, shoving it into his mouth and scrubbing roughly.
He still couldn't believe how he'd gone so far as to forget just who he was. He was Ichigo Kurosaki, a shinigami, not the panting, stuttering fool that man had made him into. No matter how good that man had made him feel, that was one fact he should never forget. No matter how good it felt.
Ichigo snarled, and rubbed even harder, trying to tear those rebellious thoughts away. He winced soon after, feeling the cut his merciless cleaning had left on his gums. He spat, watching red tinged foam swirl down.
What really annoyed Ichigo was that he couldn't even face that man anymore. Hiding had been easy on the weekend, but when Monday came, all he could think of was seeing that grin, supple pink lips over white teeth, and those heavy lidded crimson eyes, shining with amusement.
Or rather, hunger, because that was the last way Ichigo had saw them.
"Hunger…for me." Ichigo remember. A shiver raced down his spine, and he leaned forward, head resting on the cool mirror. Images of their tongues rubbing together had him whimpering, breath fogging up the glass.
"Fuck!" He gasped.
He did everything to get those types of pictures out of his mind, from sleeping to watching television. Sleeping didn't work; it was actually worse because then, he imagined hands sliding over his body, fingers tangling tightly in his hair, and husky whispers ticking his ears.
Movies had seemed to do the trick, but his sisters ruined that, and the disturbing images came back with a vengeance.
Ichigo was immensely surprised that man hadn't seeked him out. Their parting words had not been pretty after Ichigo attacked with outrage; outrage mostly misplaced because truthfully, he had wanted to pummel himself.
Unconsciously, Ichigo's fingers slipped back over his neck. The tawny eyes staring back at him through his reflection were dazed, undeniably recalling deft digits palming his erection. He wanted to punch something all of a sudden, preferably a cocky, annoying redhead.
He blinked, realizing with irritation that after Orihime's party, he hadn't been patrolling Karakura.
"I haven't been trainin' either. Well, that's because my usual sparrin' partner put the thought in his mind that gropin' and molestin' me was fine and dandy."
Despite his brooding, searching out a hollow to take his anger out on didn't sound half bad right about now.
"And if I see him, that's even better. I ain't finished with him yet. I'll have Zangetsu this time." That put a smirk on his face as his thoughts turned violent. "He'll see I wasn't bullshittin'."
Turning to go and dress, he noticed for the first time, that his bathroom door was open. It was odd because he'd positively recalled slamming it.
"Karin, is that you?" He called, scowling towards the open doorway.
That was when Ichigo felt it: the presence of reiatsu. But as soon as he sensed the energy, it was gone, leaving an empty space. It couldn't have been Rukia because she was at school—this reiatsu had been close, and plus, he knew her signature from familiarity.
Ichigo stalked to his room, prepared to chew the intruder out, but instead, was met with a firm chest.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…"
"Yo, Strawberry, long time no see, eh?"
But the tattoos and widely grinning mouth gave no room for doubt. Ichigo belatedly recognized the obviously suppressed reiatsu.
Oh yes, he was fucked…
End of Chapter
So, yeah, I'm posting the sequel...I'm dead suprised you guys liked it...Okay, I'll admit it...I'M SO HAPPY! I thought, 'oh if I get 8 reviews, the story is okay, but I got 13 the last time I checked... Argh, this was so hard to get posted, I had stupid fuckin' band camp, and I've been so sleepy (sigh) but, I did it!
I was kinda worried 'bout the first one 'cause instead of giving Ichigo his chocolate brown eyes as of the anime, I wrote him with amberish eyes, 'cause that's how they look to me in the color pictures of the manga. It seemed not to matter, 'cause if it did, I would have changed it to brown in this story, oh well.
Yes, Ichigo uked-out in the first one, and maybe even the first and next chapter of this one, but I really want it to be RenjiIchigoRenji...I'll see...
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