This is a response to a challenge that was thrown down. I made no money and I don't even own the shoes that I'm wearin' 'cause my mom bought 'em.
He crossed his arms over his chest, back pressed into the bricks of an old building, and his head bowed. He hated days like this, when it was cloudy and he had nothing that needed taking care of. It always gave him to much time to think. If he were to be totally honest with himself, then he would admit that it wasn't her fault people were talking about him behind closed doors. They made him angry. In fact, he was downright pissed. But it ran deeper than that. Sometimes it made him sick, self-doubt and loathing rolling around in the pit of his stomach until it climbed into the back of his throat to settle. It burned, like warm sake, leaving him feeling empty and a bitter taste in his mouth. There were times when he wondered if she knew what they were saying.
'What could she possibly see in the stray dog of the Seireitei?'
'Does he really think he has a chance with her? How pathetic.'
There were others, of course, but the more he thought about it, the more resentful he became towards her. It was a mystery to him as well. What was it about him that kept her by his side? Why would she want to spend her time with a tattooed freak like him, when there were so many others to choose from? He'd asked her that once.
A black cat lay on the floor of Urahara's shop, eyes closed in obvious bliss while its sleek, muscular tail waved back and forth with lazy abandon. "Oi woman, don't you have somewhere more important to be?" He sat across from it, resisting the urge to reach out and stroke her shimmering fur coat.
The tail hesitated, unable to decide whether it should fall back to the left, or continue on to the right.
He arched a heavily tattooed eyebrow. Being ignored by her wasn't much of a surprise, but he still had expected at least a snort. "Didn't you hear me, wench? I asked if you had somewhere else to be?"
Her ears flicked in response before she lifted her head to stare at him, her head tilted to the side.
Renji couldn't help but smirk. Only Yoruichi could pull off a look of pure annoyance while wearing the appearance of a feline. "What's the matter? Does the kitty need a nap?"
She sat on her hind legs, pale colored eyes narrowed as she studied his unnaturally serious form. His eyes were down cast, almost as though he was afraid to look at her. His fists lay in his lap, clenched so hard that the knuckles were turning white.
He jumped when she curled up in his lap, her velvet- like paws pressing firmly against his chest. "Yes, I do have somewhere I should be, but it can wait for now."
Tilting his head back, Renji blew out a sigh. She was comfortable with him for now. The only question left was, how long would it be before he lost her?
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