Ichigo narrowed his eyes as he looked at the screen with a determined face yet Renji, on the other hand, was grinning. His reddish-brown eyes so full of life, though he barely knew what he was doing.
First vehicle he rode in the human world though, was a motorcycle. Almost got Rukia killed on it as well, a few slaps across his face afterwards as well.
Ichigo's brown orbs shifted over to the redhead, staring at that all-so carefree grin, yet was snapped out of his musings when he heard Kiego cry out, "Dude, pay attention to your screen!!"
Gasping, he quickly leaned into Renji's direction, the chains connected to his wallet clanging against the model of a motorcycle, Renji tilting towards Ichigo's direction, a growl passing the young Kurosaki's pale lips, furrowing his brows as the dancing game's music roared, covering up the threatening sound. Tightening his grasp on the handlebars, the vibrant haired teenager bit his lower lip, both going back to sitting up straight.
Tatsuki walked over with Orihime, both quirking their brows, seeing that both shinigami were going almost two hundred miles in the video game, both staring at the orange haired Kurosaki, seeing a small smile grace his features, seeming as though it would help him play better.
Like it was the Zabimaru possessor, since he was leaning forward, pressing his foot down on the brake before Ichigo purposely crashed into him, which made him hiss angrily. The two competitors already on the eighth racing site.
Orihime pulled on Tatsuki's sleeve, looking at her with a shy look. "Tatsuki...um..."
The dark haired girl smiled, patting her childhood friend's head, nodding. "Yeah, here you go," She reached into her left pocket, rummaging through it for a while, then pulling out a white chocolate Reese's, "we'll share, okay? It's my last one, besides; I only have two fifty-six left."
The bright haired Inoue nodded excitedly, coiling her fingers around the wrapper, both tearing it open and reaching in, pulling out a white chocolate Reese's, popping it into their mouths with warm smiles, yet Tatsuki blinked once she heard a loud curse echo throughout the arcade.
And it sounded oddly like Renji.
Both teenaged girls stood on their toes, seeing that the redhead had Ichigo's elbow embedded into his side, his own elbow collided with the lightly tanned boy's chin to cheek, a low curse slipping past Ichigo's lips.
And both released the gas, slowly slowing down, rubbing the injured sites, yet Renji smirked over at the spiky haired teen, who's brown eyes widened, cheeks a deep crimson. "Y-you cheat!" he cried before the taller form slammed his foot on the gas peddle, Ichigo following soon after, grasping one of the handles, flicking his wrist, increasing the speed, zooming past Renji in the game, leaping backwards off the bike with a grin. "I win ya cheatin' bastard!!" he hollered, throwing his fists in the air, laughing as everyone around them cheered, some groaning, having bet that the Zabimaru possessor would win.
Renji simply shrugged as he got off, stepping over to the gloating teenager, smacking him upside the head.
"OW!!" he cried, glaring at the redhead as he crossed his muscular arms. "What the hell?! I won, don't you remember the deal?!"
"Yeah, but ya don't have t' gloat, shorty."
"I'm only an inch or so shorter than you!!"
Renji blinked, his reddish-brown eyes widening, finally noticing the grin on the usually scowling boy's face. Chuckling, he nodded, uncrossing his arms as he turned towards an opening through the crowd, walking out as the spiky haired teenager quirked a brow, following the tattooed Abarai.
He smiled, that's quite unbecoming of him, the shinigami thought with a soft smile as he heard the rushed steps behind him, turning to see a flushed Zangetsu possessor standing before him once he turned. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're having fun, Ichigo.
Panting, Ichigo lifted his head, still smiling. "Hey, you're supposed to do whatever I tell you too now," he grinned, "hmm...what to make you do?" He placed a curled up fist under his chin, biting his tongue in concentration. "I wonder...hmm..."
Renji smirked, leaning back against the wall to the ladies' restroom, looking up with brown eyes, Ichigo's face brightened swiftly, way lighter then anyone could imagine.
"Go into the ladies' restroom!"
"W-what?! Ichigo, that's – it's wrong for a manly man like me to go into a women's bathroom!!" he protested, now regretting the bet he had made with the boy. "Y-you're...not...kidding, are you?"
"Nope!"
Renji sighed, turning and walking towards the restroom, pressing his left hand's palm against it, looking over at the orange haired teen with a pleading look, only to be complied with a manic-like smirk. Growling angrily, he pushed open the door and walked in.
Looking around slowly, he released the air he hadn't noticed he was holding, the tiles were scrubbed to cleanliness, shining brightly, almost blinding him as he looked across the sinks, seeing that they were doing the same thing.
Taking a small step forth, a stall slammed open, a small girl with raven colored hair exiting, deep violet eyes peering up, and a familiar childish face staring back.
A few second later, the girl's shoed foot was introduced to his jaw, being literally kicked out of the bathroom, flying through the sliding door, crashing into Ichigo, who had gotten worried, thinking that Renji had gotten too nervous to walk back out, and since he was sent spiraling out, his chest was against the young Kurosaki's, hands on both sides of the teenager's head, elbows bent, lips connected as Ichigo kicked him off, spitting on the ground, a deep crimson blush on his face.
"What the hell?! Why'd you kiss me, you faggot?!"
"Rukia kicked me..." Renji wheezed, rubbing his jaw. "...and as you can tell, it was strong enough to send me flying...is that what you people mean by 'kicked-out'?"
Ichigo shook his head slowly, lifting his right hand and wiping his mouth, mind racing as he slowly stood, taking his hand away, tasting metallic and salt on his tongue, seeing that Renji accidentally bit his lower lip with those sharp canines.
"No, geez...you two are insane." he stuttered, words forced out as girls ran over to the orange haired Kurosaki, helping him stand, yet he just simply told them he was fine. "Dammit, Renji...if any one of my friends saw that, I swear to God...I'll kill you!!"
"Ichigo!" Orihime's voice chirped, rushing towards him, eyes full of worry. "Are you alright? Y-you're bleeding!"
"I'm just fine, Orihime," he muttered, walking past the crowd, shaking his head roughly as Renji ran to catch up, placing a hand on Ichigo's shoulder, forcing him to turn around as his brown eyes widened, expecting it to be the bright haired girl, who might've gotten bold, only to see who he didn't want to see at that moment. "Go away, Renji..." he hissed, blush still gracing his features. "O-Orihime saw it...and now...Jesus...what am I gonna do?! Sending you into the girl's bathroom was a stupid idea!!"
"But your pride made you do it, you idiot," the redhead sighed, shaking his head, "and you wanted t' humiliate me, which you succeeded in doing. But...satisfying your own wants...is what made that happen, it's a double-edged sword with Rukia, you dolt."
If it was even possible, the orange haired teen's face grew redder as he dropped it.
...yeah, double-edged... He looked up at the redhead with half-lidded eyes. What's this...feeling in my stomach...? Feels like butterflies...are fluttering, oh hell no!! I-it can't be! I...
He pushed the redhead away, turning and running off somewhere in the arcade as Renji slowly sat up. "What was that for, you asshole?!" he called, his tattooed brows furrowed.
