A/N: This note could be so, so long. This is a multiparing story, please have that in mind. If you just want pointless sex, go find a one-shot.
Music: TV on the Radio - Love dog

My Soul Pleads For You

Prologue pt.2/My Soul Pleads For You pt.1

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If you're looking for a nice story to get carried away in fantasy with, don't bother with this.

There's a lot of things that are more worthwhile than reading something like this. Surely you have a job you need to take care of. Or homework, cause I could bet money on the fact that there's a big pile lying right next to you. Or maybe you're not even 13 years old yet, so that pile of work doesn't really matter yet- a little fucker of a virgin, sitting there and trying to read yourself some experience. Oh, let me tell you, you'd get much more experience elsewhere. Trust me.

Get out.

In this story, no one finds the right person, no one gets their happily ever after. At least if you go by my luck, the one that doesn't even exist in the first place. But fuck it, here I am again, falling in love – again. And is it the right person this time? No, no way.

This one gives me the worst vibes so far. Living a happy life with this fellow? Well, hello sir, do you want my heart served on a silver plate, or would this plastic one be enough?

I don't get why I even care, it's all about chemicals in the end. Love, that's just the name of a dude that works at one of the local bars.

Bitter much, Renji?

Yeah, you could say that.

Visiting Rukia usually cheers me up, pulls me back up and together, but my mood was as lousy as ever as soon as I closed the door behind me and saw his head poking up from the couch. The idiot waited up for me.

And there it goes again, the fucking butterflies, the fist around my heart, the outer space in the back of my throat. And that deep desire to smash my head against the wall- which I don't do but really, it's hard not to.

My shoes land neatly in the pile in the hall and I cross the room and round the couch so that I can see if he's still awake. He's not, and fuck, I wish he was. I hate seeing him like this - if he's awake he can punch me in the face if I would... slip.

My fingers goes through his slightly resisting hair, wax trying to fight an ever loosing battle. Kid spends a fortune on this fat free shit, to think of it, he spends a fortune on everything he buys. Even his socks are from some hi-tec brand or another. He smells like pineapple.

Slowly my motions wake him up, and he must have fallen into a deep sleep 'cause his voice is a bit groggy.

"Renji?"

"Hey kid, I'm home." I crack a grin, and he matches it – a bit lazily.

"Don't call me that." His brows knit together in that way that they do. "How was the trip?"

"Good, I'm feeling at peace now again." Lies. "And I wrote another song, wanna look it over?" I pull the paper that's been folded ten thousand times over from my back pocket and give it to him.

I don't know why I keep trying.

Spilling my heart out in these damn lyrics, trying to get him to catch the drift, trying to get him to realize that they're all about him.

Well, there's the part about making a living too. Sell one of these scribblings to the right artist and you'll make a fortune. Sell it to anyone who've ever been played on the radio and you'll have the rent handled for at least a couple of months.

Well, that is if you ever even make it out of the box of nobodies.

"Cool. I'll do it tomorrow." he says and then grabs my arm to pull himself up from the couch. Hate when he does that, once he stands up he's too fucking close, and I can feel my fingertips tingle and my breath taking a spin; not knowing if it wants to stay in or take a hike. Thank whoever that it doesn't last for long as he push his way past me and heads for his room. "Goodnight Pine."

"Yeah, see ya Berry."

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I'll have Epilog pt.1 up soon, I think. That one too is pretty short.

The paring/people that this story is written under will change through the chapters - if I focus on some other pair in that chapter. This is because I focus on more than one paring in this story, and I want ppl to who want to read of the parings that they ship to be able to find this, if you think that this is wrong - please tell me. That also means that it this was for ex. under a "Grimm/Ichi" label when you pressed it and you're bummed over the first chapter being RenIchi, do not worry - the next it GrimIchi xD

That also means that if would be wise of you to remember the title if you wanna be sure to find your way back here soon! xD