The bald man stood with laughter deep in his throat his entire body was scratched up and bruised and looked like he had been through ten wars and not one. This was perfect for him though the thrill of a no holds bar battle where death was possible if one wasn't on the ball and the bloodshed made the rocky grounds look like as if a massacre had occurred. Third seat of division Eleven, Ikkaku Madarame was panting heavily and the sweat rolled down his muscular body stinging the open lesions and seeping into the torn black Shihakusho that clung to his worn body like slick plastic on bare flesh. Ikkaku grinned madly as he inspected his opponent's body. His friendly rival was in a worse shape than he was which made that wicked grin even wickeder.
"What's the matter Renji…had enough?" Ikkaku chuckled breathlessly as he looked at the red haired lieutenant of division six
Someone had the brainy idea while there were no threats to the Soul Society to have a little competition pitting lieutenants and seats against each other just for some fun and maybe make some money too. It was the only form of gambling that was in the Soul Society and like most dangerous gambling that involved risking "lives" it was kept mostly hush hush so they didn't find themselves called into the Commanding Captain Shunsui Kyoraku's office about needlessly risking "lives" and then end up getting immersed in some lengthy conversation then essentially so blind drunk that they would have found comfort sleeping up a tree or on a fence somewhere.
"Shut up baldy I am nowhere done with your dumb ass" Renji replied in a just as labored breathing
Calling Ikkaku bald was a sure way to piss the third seat off in his eyes and mind he was not bald he simply had a shaved head and that was the end of the story and as much as he wanted to lose his cool over being insulted and kick the absolute crap out of the red headed pineapple looking jackass for it he knew his Captain Kenpachi Zaraki was watching and while he was sure his superior would have enjoyed the fact that Ikkaku had somehow managed to at least get Renji bleeding he was sure he wouldn't have thought highly if the reason he continued to kick the sixths lieutenant was because the dope called him bald.
Just as Ikkaku moved to raise Hōzukimaru again they were suddenly interrupted by the loud and somewhat high pitched voice of the pink haired Lieutenant of division eleven calling out to her Captain and adoptive father
"KEN-CHAN! Shun-Shun is coming!"
The moment everyone heard that they started to scatter in their directions
"GOD DAMMIT! I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT BALDY REMARK PINEAPPLE BOY, THIS AIN'T OVER!" Ikkaku growled in exasperation
He hated that their battle was abruptly interrupted and that everything came to a halt he could have kept going, hell they both could have kept going, neither of them even became close to releasing their Bankai and it would have been something grand to see if they had. Ikkaku quickly flash stepped to his quarters not giving Renji a chance to reply with some smartass remark.
The moment he was inside the confines of his room he took hold of Hōzukimaru again and grasped the hilt pulling from it the blood clotting ointment. He placed the weapon down on his futon and applied the liquid to the open wounds to stop them from continuously bleeding. He was still slightly short of breath as he patched up his own injuries making sure he got every last one of them before untying the white sash that held together his Shihakusho and removing the torn up garment. He instantly tossed it in the trash seeing as how the only thing it would have been good for was a dog bed and made his way into the bathroom to take a hot shower and rid himself of the crimson smears that tainted his muscular chest and abdomen. Ikkaku let out a hiss as he stepped under the heated water that pleasantly stung the wounds as it washed away the blood and dirt. He closed his eyes and let the water cascade over his shaved head, down his bruised body and seep down into the drain. Once he was sure he no longer looked like someone that was roughed up he finished off in the shower, turning off the taps and wrapping a white towel around his body and observing the damage that was done to him in the mirror. It wasn't all that bad he had taken a couple of blows from Renji's Zabimaru the sharp blade had pierced his flesh but it was nothing that wouldn't heal over in a short amount of time and hopefully at some point they could continue their match and next time Ikkaku was determined to make sure that it would NOT go interrupted. As the third seat looked in the mirror he shook his head slightly he could only imagine the look on Yumichika's face when he saw him.
Yumichika Ayasegawa was his best friend and partner in war the pretty violet haired male was narcissistic and very proud of his feminine yet well-kept appearance that he seemed to take more care in than anything else. He was someone that most found hard to swallow he was vain and he probably cared about himself more than anyone else besides Ikkaku but he was also a great warrior and deserving of being in division eleven he knew the respect that came with one on one battles, he fought like it was a matter of life and death and his loyalty was to his division and to his captain was that of a true division eleven member. Ikkaku and Yumichika were more or less inseparable and he was sure there were those that questioned their relationship but they had a bond that most others in the Soul Society didn't have and that was something that was common in the eleventh division. Deemed as animals or barbarians their captain and lieutenant had an unspeakable bond just as Ikkaku and Yumichika did.
Ikkaku moved out of the bathroom and to his closet to find a hakama to slip on to bed down for the night he wanted to get plenty of rest so that tomorrow he could approach Renji again and hopefully commence their battle even if it was somewhere else other than the Society. He pulled on the black loose pants that made up half of the Shihakusho that all Soul Reapers wore although modified for each individual Soul. He moved Hōzukimaru from the futon and rested his blade on its stand, laid down on the thin mattress and looked up at the ceiling rested his bulky arm behind his shaved head, letting out a deep sigh as he continued to gaze up at the plain white roof not thinking of anything in particular that was until he moved his eyes to the empty futon that laid only a few meters from his own and noticed a pair of yellow feathers that Yumichika wore to adorn his violet colored eyes and matching coloured hair. He wondered where his partner and best friend had been since he was usually already in bed by nightfall getting his "beauty" sleep.
Ikkaku did think that Yumichika was gorgeous not that he would ever say anything. The bald man didn't have it in him to openly admit things like someone else's attractiveness or crushes or love or anything nonsensical like that. Ikkaku was rude and bloodthirsty he lived for the battle and didn't care about much else except his squad and it's captain Zaraki…and Yumichika and he really didn't want to admit that.
Ikkaku felt like he should get up and at least move the feathers out of the way so they didn't end up getting crushed or something even though his best friend owned like a million pairs of them Yumichika treated those feathers with more respect then he would have his own children not that Yumichika would have ever had children. He sighed and rolled his eyes grunting as he got up from his position and moving to pick up the feathers he held them in his hand for a moment and brushed over them with a single finger making sure they were neat. He screwed up his face and quickly placed the delicate eye and hair decorations down on the short bedside table before going back to his futon. He had spent every day for many many decades with Yumichika he was someone that trusted above all others and he knew he could confine in him about everything but the one thing he couldn't say to Yumichika was the one thing he NEEDED to say it was hard keeping a secret from Yumichika and one like this it was more lethal to him then Renji's attacks were. He hated that he felt something towards Yumichika he wasn't supposed to be all lusty for his best friend and a MALE one at that. He could only imagine what his captain would have said if he knew the thoughts that were roaming around in Ikkaku's head or the fact that on those lonely nights where Ikkaku was horny and Yumichika was gossiping with Rangiku, despite the fact he had mentioned countless times that he disliked her he used his best friend as inspiration to achieve the blissfulness that came with having an orgasm…he wouldn't admit to that either.
As Ikkaku rolled over to face the wall he heard the door open and his eyebrow cocked when he heard the sound of bags slightly rustling clearly Yumichika and Rangiku had gone shopping AGAIN and that annoyed Ikkaku since even his wardrobe was filled with Yumichika's shocking amount of clothing that he never wore. He was a serial hoarder for all things sparkly and colorful and what the fifth seat thought was "pretty". Ikkaku laid still and pretended to be asleep as Yumichika tried to tip toe around and keeping the bags as quiet as possible which made Ikkaku's brows furrow even more before he had enough and shot up sitting and looked at his partner
"I CAN FUCKING HEAR YOU YUMICHIKA! STOP SNEAKING AROUND!" Ikkaku yelled rudely
The fifth grinned and dropped the paper bags and looked at Ikkaku with an innocent but clearly guilty look. Ikkaku watched the bags drop and then looked back up at Yumichika
"Ikkaku! I thought you were sl-WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE! YOU LOOK SO UGLY!"
Yumichika shouted before moving closer to Ikkaku and becoming wide eyed. The fifth shifted his side braid tucking it behind his ear and scrutinizing Ikkaku's look further which made the third seat blush slightly
"WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKIN' AT?!"
Ikkaku yelled back and folded his arms over his chest looking off in the other direction trying to hide the sudden rush of heat that he felt in his cheeks.
Yumichika moved even closer kneeling down and squinted reaching his hand out and touching one of the still sore wounds on his right cheek. Ikkaku hissed but didn't move when Yumichika touched him in fact the slight caress made his member jump in excitement and that made him want to stab himself with his Zanpakuto and finish of Renji's job.
"What did you do to yourself? You look like you fell into a pit of blades it's so ugly"
Yumichika said looking down Ikkaku's chest then back up to this face
This time Ikkaku knocked away the hand that caressed his cheek. Yumichika's closeness and the touch of his silky smooth hand made his cock harden even more. This couldn't be happening he couldn't be getting excited over another man and he couldn't be blushing over his best friend.
"JUST GO AWAY WILL YOU AND STOP PESTERIN' ME! IT WAS A BATTLE FOR FUCK SAKES IT'S NOT LIKE I DIED OR ANYTHIN'! SO GIVE IT A REST WILL YOU AND STOP INVADIN' MY PERSONAL SPACE!"
Ikkaku said loudly slightly stammering his words because he really didn't want Yumichika to go away and he REALLY didn't want him to stop touching him but he had to try and force him to go away even if it meant hurting his feelings. He watched Yumichika pull away in silence and without saying anything he watched his friend leave the room slamming the door and even though he kept his poker face Ikkaku felt the slight sting that he had truly upset Yumichika even though he was setting out to do it. Ikkaku flopped back on the futon huffing as the pain shot through him and he sighed deeply wondering if he was too harsh but Yumichika was tough he would get over it but still….Ikkaku was in love with the guy and he upset him whether the fifth seat would admit it or not.