The sequel to "No more Rain"

Renji sat there on the grass, gazing up at the sky with his reddish-brown eyes, wondering how his, new, favorite shinigami was doing on a day as sunny as it was today. Though there was a slight chill, every now and again.

Said 'favorite shinigami' strolled right up to him with a warm smile.

"Hey, Renji,"

The redhead snapped his head up, seeing the orange haired teen smile at him. It was always like this now. They got along, especially after Ichigo allowed him to stay at his house whenever he came around for business or just a small visit.

"How's it going, Kurosaki?" he complied, waving for a short second then dropping his hand as he leaned his back against the tree he was leaning against, his back arched comfortably.

"Nothing much." the vibrant haired teen replied, sinking down to Renji's level, plopping his bottom on the warm, dry, grass. His auburn eyes sparkling in the morning sun. Reaching his right hand up and stroking his hair with a content sigh. "Dad lost it again, he yelled at a resisting patient and kicked him out."

A laugh emitted from the redhead's lips, "That's the fourth one this week."

"Yeah," The eldest Kurosaki sibling began to chuckle, lowering his right hand, curling it into a fist under his chin, bending his knees, resting his elbow on it while letting his left hand rest on his left knee, "kinda ironic. I walked out before I was dragged into it, forcing the man to leave."

Renji nodded slowly, smiling as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"So…what are you gonna do now?" he asked suddenly, causing Ichigo to cease in his laughing, his auburn eyes lowering, half-lidded as he stared down on the ground. "D-did I…did I say something wrong?" The red haired Zabimaru possessor leaned forward, uncoiling his arms, resting his hands on the ground.

"No," Ichigo shook his head.

Lifting it, he wrapped his arms around Renji, yanking him forth and smashing their lips together. It tingled, Renji realized, but felt nice none-the-less. Reaching his hands up, he placed them on Ichigo's shoulders, being pushed back against the tree, yet the orange haired teen parted with a slight blush.

"…I…I love you, Abarai Renji,"

The red haired fukutaicho laughed, "Cut the formal crap, Kurosaki." He shook his head and placed a shy kiss on his forehead. "Yeah…love you too, Kurosaki Ichigo," And that gave him a boyish giggle.

"And you told me not to talk formally,"

"Hmm…it just sounds weird when you say my whole name," Renji closed his reddish-brown eyes, "not to be rude."

"I know,"

"Thanks."

Ichigo smiled, pressing their foreheads together and settling himself into Renji's lap, his back pressed against his chest, and the back of his head located on the tattooed form's right shoulder.

"Welcome."