Oh, this is completely new to me.
Ehm. As most of my readers know, all my previous fics have been in the Yu-Gi-Oh series, with puppyshipping. This is my first try at writing Bleach…and I really hope it will be good!
Well, you see, I asked my girlfriend (Toeba Saki here on ) to give me twenty words or short sentances to write prompts out of, for the pairing IkkakuxYumichika. I am going to upload them with five in each chapter, so in the end there'll be four chapters.
The prompts are not in any kind of order in time, but completely random dots in those two's lovely and sweet relationship.
Well, here we go! I don't own anything concerning Bleach, but if I did, there would be a lot more Ikkaku and Yumichika in the series and they would do a different kind of..."sword" fighting...-winkwink-
1. INTELLIGENCE
Intelligence was not something ranked high in Squad 11. Brute strength was what mattered there. You could not THINK your way out of a battle, they'd snort if you asked. The only way to win a battle is to beat the crap out of your enemy and leave them bleeding and dying behind you.
Ikkaku, despite the way he acted, was highly intelligent. He could think in steps in his way of fighting and he could fool an enemy quite easily with clever tricks. He could make up a strategy to fight, as well as just fighting on a whim. He could win a brawl by simply throwing himself into it and he could win a brawl WOUNDLESS by stopping to think an extra second or two. Mostly, he did not stop to think. Luck was usually on his side anyway.
Despite his intelligence, he mostly let Yumichika be the brain of their team. On missions, he'd let Yumichika take care of planning, economy and the like. In fights, he was the one to get them out of trouble. It was a good strategy, between them, as Yumichika prefered not to get sweaty without a good reason (even if he did love a good fight as much as any Squad 11 member).
Renji had once jokingly said Ikkaku and Yumichika was like a man and wife in their way of handling missions.
Ikkaku had beaten him up for that comment. Intelligently.
2. COLD
In Rugonkai, it had always been cold. Even most of the summer would be cold, the sun gloomy and dark most of the time. You could never really tell the difference between when winter ended and spring started.
In Rugonkai, autumn was the coldest, in Yumichika's opinion. The rain was heavy most of the time, heavy and soaking every piece of clothing he owned. Also, it made his hair stick to his face, waterdroplets running along the beyond smooth strands and down his back.
In Rugonkai, people were cold as well. Of course, some were kind, would offer a smile and a piece of bread if you were starving. But most would stab you in the back for that same piece of bread, or simply stab you because there was nothing else to do.
In Rugonkai, Yumichika only knew one thing that was warm. And that thing, he clung to tighter than anything.
"Nee, Ikkaku." Yumichika pouted, as he sat with his bald friend by the fire one night, the autumn rain loud and heavy outside of the small, leaking cottage. "I'm cold."
"Quit whining." Ikkaku grumbled, poking around in the fire and adding some more wood. "It won't warm you up any."
"But it's REALLY cold!"
"...KEH! Fine. Come here, then. I'll share my blanket with you."
And Yumichika found that Rugonkai was not that cold, on those nights.
Because in Rugonkai, Madarame Ikkaku was always warm.
3. KITTEN
"Mm...I love you, Ikkaku." Yumichika mumbled, curling up against his lover's naked, sweaty chest that smelled of their recent bout of lovemaking.
"Heh. Love ya too, kitten." Ikkaku stroked his smooth, slender side slowly, a grin to his face, eyes closed.
"...kitten?" Yumichika raised an eyebrow, lifting himself onto an elbow to look down at him.
"Mhm. Kitten." Ikkaku cracked an eye open to look at him. "It makes sense."
"Oh, does it?" Yumichika trailed his hand over his strong abs, making them quiver and tense with the tickling touch. "Enlighten me."
"Well. Cats constantly wash themselves. Like you and your hair." Ikkaku stroked his hair gently, a small grin still twisting his lips. "They are prideful and pretty, as are you. And..." The grin grew into a leer and his hand slid down under the comforter along Yumichika's body, grabbing a certain something that made the man mewl sharply. "...they are friggin' flexible."
Yumichika blushed darkly and Ikkaku then proceeded to show just HOW flexible his 'kitten' was.
4. WHISTLE
"OII, OII! BABE!"
"WHAT A PRETTY ASS!"
"COME HERE, SWEET THING!"
Yumichika's eyebrow twitched as he walked down the streets in Rugonkai. He was looking for Ikkaku, whom had run off to gamble with some random brutes again. Not that the gamble would mean anything for whom got the money; it all came down to whom could beat up the other first.
Problem was, Ikkaku hadn't told him to which gambling installment he was heading. And he had run off as fast as those muscled legs could carry him.
And that meant, Yumichika had to make use of his own, pretty legs to try and find him. And he'd need to go looking all over the district. Which was quite the pain in the ass.
Especially when men kept pinching it while he walked. Of course, what they got for that was a smack across the face so hard they'd crash into a wall and break their noses.
And they WHISTLED after him.
Yumichika hated that the most. Whistling after him, like he was some kind of dog that would come running if they did so.
He huffed, keeping his head high as he walked on.
"COME ON, PRETTY THING!" A meaty hand suddenly closed on his arm and Yumichika found himself being roughly turned around to meet the gaze of some tall, muscled brute that was leering hungrily at him. "DUN BE SUCH A COLDFISH! Gimme some love, huh?" He leaned down and Yumichika cringed at the foul breath going up his nostrils.
"Get away from me, you UGLY!" Yumichika huffed, kicking his shin harshly. And winced as in response, the man squeezed his arm so tight he thought he could hear the bones creak in it.
"Now, be nice, sweetcheeks." The man sneered, yanking him into his body. He smelled of sweat and two months worth of dirt and Yumichika felt his stomach turn slightly. "'m not gonna hurt ya! Nope, we're just gonna have some fun!" He yanked on him again, leaning down towards his face...
"OI! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" A bare fist suddenly smacked straight into the man's face, sending him flying into and through a wall and into a fish-stand a few yards behind it.
Yumichika recognized that fist.
And immediately smacked that bald head that owned that fist.
"OW! HEY!" Ikkaku turned to him, a snarl on his face and a bright red mark on his head from the harsh slap. "IS THAT WHAT I GET FOR SAVING YOU?!"
"After first leaving me behind to look for you in this area full of ugly brutes." Yumichika huffed, crossing his arms.
"You're a big girl. You can handle yourself!" Ikkaku grumbled out and in the next moment yelped as another slap was given to his bare head. "OWW! COME ON!"
"I am not a girl." Yumichika pouted. "I am just very, very pretty and every woman should envy me for my good looks and charms."
"WHATEVER!" Ikkaku rubbed his stinging scalp with something akin to a pout on his face. Then, he glanced at Yumichika. "Y'know, if you get in trouble while looking for me, you can always just whistle for me. I'll be right there. I'll hear ya."
Yumichika stared at him in surprise. When he couldn't get anything out in response, his vocal cords shocked mute, Ikkaku looked deeply embarrassed and sputtered out something non-sensical and stomped ahead quickly.
And Yumichika smiled.
There was always one thing he could trust about Ikkaku. He was always just a whistle away.
5. NEW
At his and Ikkaku's wedding, Yumichika wore something borrowed, something blue, something old and something new.
"The borrowed" was the necklace Rangiku always wore, which she had tearfully put around his neck, before crushing his ribs in a hug and suffocating him with her ample chest.
"The blue" was something only Ikkaku would get to see. A very, VERY nice dark blue garter belt, hidden under the white and lilac kimono he was wearing over it.
"The old" was a hairpin he had gotten when he was much, much younger in Rugonkai. It was shaped as a delicate lotus, a deep wine red flower with white streaks on the smooth petals and it was keeping the right side of his hair behind his ear.
And finally, "the new"...
Yumichika smiled down at the silver ring on his finger. The tiniest of diamonds rested on it, engraved inside of a silver rose. Everything small and delicate, the finest of craftwork.
"Just like you." Ikkaku had said when he gave it to him, a dark flush to his cheeks when Yumichika smiled and called him a sap.
"Yo, Ayasegawa." Yumichika turned his head, seeing his gruff captain standing in the doorway of his room. He had dressed up for the occation, in nice white hakama and a sleeveless kodose, with his captain haori on. His hair was let down, smooth and slicked back.
"Taichou." Yumichika smiled, giving a small twirrl. "May I be a bit vain as a bride-to-be, and ask what you think?"
"Hn. Madarame is a lucky bastard."
"You're such a charmer, taichou." Yumichika chuckled, smoothing down the kimono and giving himself a last look in the mirror. "...I think I'm ready now."
"Good thing, too. Madarame is squirming so much I think he's scared ya left him at the altar." Zaraki held out his muscular arm for the other, not really meeting his gaze. "C'mon. I'll lead ya there." There was a certain chokedness to the captain's voice and Yumichika's (feather free) eyebrows shot up.
"...taichou, are you crying?"
"...keh."
"You and Ikkaku are both such cute saps!"
"JUST SHUT UP AND GRAB MY ARM ALREADY!"
MORE PROMPTS TO COME!