Rating: T - Mainly for safety; AU and might be OOC.
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo-sensei owns Bleach and all its characters; I only use them fer writing funtimes.
Author's Note: I'm a little ticked that even though I've been getting a load of ideas, I can't seem to let them flow out as I'd like them to. Grr. So, a friend suggested I use this challenge to help me get back on track. Apologies for not having ten each, as it's supposed to be; I'm still unnerved.
With heavy, tired, half-lidded brown eyes the carrot-top stood from the rickety wooden chair he had been sitting in and instead began to slowly pace around the small confines of behind his desk. He was tempted to walk in front of the few filled jail cells, a reticence of his youthful deviance, but he then shivered at the thought.
Last time he'd gone and caved to the impulse, and almost ended up being locked inside the cell instead. And it would not have bothered him as much as it was now; if it hadn't been for the fact that he is one of the most prodigious officials in the area. Well, that and the fact the prisoner had been an electric blue-haired man he honestly wouldn't have minded spending the night with.
Flustering, he shook his head as well as the translucent thoughts from his mind. No, he'd simply had too much sake to drink that night, with fellow officer Abarai. Briefly, he snickered quietly, despite the time.
It may have just been a rumor, but he had even heard that Renji had finally confessed his feelings to his superior, due to the bravado the alcohol gave him.
Without a doubt, it shook their squad to the very core, but he wasn't one to think wrongly of his best friend for having tried. Ichigo also had a short crush on the Kuchiki heir, yet another faint reminder of the stupidity of his youth, but he'd gotten over it just as quickly. He did not want to make it any more awkward with Rukia than it had to have been. That and he acknowledged the telltale signs Abarai had made of "this is mine; back off, bitches." Ichigo snorted and wondered evanescently if Byakuya had a thing for dirty talk.
Leaning a thin hip against a disheveled desk, he stole a glance to an empty cell to the right of him. He could still remember that day like no other.
He'd made the assumption the man was just another drunk who'd gotten caught driving - or at least something stupid - and had cat-walked condescendingly before him quite a few times. It was obvious Ichigo had done it to mock Grimmjow, but the carrot-top had never expected to have teal eyes ogle his inadvertently offered ass. Nor the approving growl-like purr.
A pink hue tinted his cheeks once more, and the redhead looked away towards his desk for a moment.
However, perhaps he was guilty of complying with the fervent kiss he was given after a sudden tug of his collar pressed him flush against the thin cell bars.