A/N: This is the chapter where things start setting into motion. It's longer than the previous chapters and therefore took longer to write. Sorry for the wait. Please leave reviews if possible, as they always help any author continue their writing journey.
Now for something that I forgot that is VERY important.
DISCLAIMER: All the characters mentioned in this story are owned by Tite Kubo and all the people involved in the production of Bleach. No money is being made through the publishing of the story.
Phew. Managed to remember before someone decided to throw me in jail.
Chapter 3- Surprises
In an instant, the sun transformed the night into a red haze of cloud and sky. Dawn had broken, bringing another seemingly ordinary day into existence. Time travelled slowly here. Compared to the workings of the Shinigami realm, time here seemed to be progressing at a snail's pace. Such trivial things did not matter today. Today was special; different.
A circular shape materialized in the brightening sky, growing in size until it was roughly a human's height in diameter. A set of doors appeared, windows shining brightly, bathing the immediate area with white light. Unseen to the occupants of the town, two black butterflies fluttered out of the open doors. Two figures, clad in black robes, followed, striding out of the gate. They observed the surroundings for a few seconds before vanishing into thin air, the slight hissing sound the only reminder of them ever being there.
"GOOD MOOOOORNING, ICHIGO!" Kurosaki Isshin was suddenly airborne, flying from the ceiling for a drop kick. Ichigo woke with a start, launching into a sitting position, arms first. Both arms punched the flying man in the gut, sending him catapulting across the room, into the bedroom wall.
"Hey dad." This man was currently on the floor, lying on his back.
"I'm so proud of you, son. You're so strong, daddy is so happy." The tears flowing out of his eyes were totally at odds with the goofy smile he was wearing.
"Yeah, yeah. I get it, now shut up." Ichigo dressed quickly, grabbed a piece of toast from the table and left for school with a fading "See you, Yuzu, Karin!"
Two teenagers walked through the gates of the school, and were greeted with a sudden rush of enthusiastic people. "You're back!" "Where did you go?" The two questions were echoed by most of the group present.
"Just over some issues. You don't need to bother, they're not that important." The shorter of the two was the one that answered. She looked towards the other, and he nodded. "What issues? Come on, we want to know!" Keigo was the one who posed the question, eyes shining with curiosity. He never got a reply. The bell rang, and the unconvinced crowd was forced to dissipate.
Ichigo was one of the last few students to enter the classroom, bag slung over his shoulder, whistling a tune that he had picked up. The traditional scowl was still in place, despite the seemingly good mood he was in. His eyes traversed the room, a habit that he had developed.
Ichigo froze on the spot, feeling like someone had just placed a Bakudo on him. What…was this? He blinked. Am I dreaming? What are they doing here?He was staring at the two people currently sitting atop the desk next to his, like they were ghosts. "Rukia?...Renji? What-"
"are we doing here?" The black-haired girl finished the sentence for him. "We'll tell you later." Ichigo continued to stand there, mouth slightly open, looking dazed?
"Oi, stop gawkin'!" The other person, a red-haired male with visible tattoos on his forehead and chest came up to Ichigo, and slapped his palm on Ichigo's shoulder, breaking him from his shock.
"Ouch! What was that for?" Ichigo gave Renji an accusatory stare. They're back…he's back. But why? A scene abruptly played itself through his mind, making him tingle from head to toe, a red tinge creeping into his cheeks.
He was in his bedroom, pressed against the wall, staring into Renji's red-tinged black eyes, clouded with pleasure from the intense kiss they were in. His mouth was being smothered by the other's, lips completely connected. Their tongues were joined, sliding over each other and intertwining themselves as they battled. His hands were tangled in the redhead's crimson hair, let down from its usual ponytail. The other's strong body was pressed against his, pushing theirs chests together. He felt complete, blissfully complete. "I love the way ya taste, Ichi." Renji's deep, rough voice was seducing him, making him want more. More…
"Ichigo, are ya alright? Ya seem ta be spacin' out a lot today." Hoping that the redhead hadn't noticed him blushing, he walked to his desk, plonking himself in the seat.
"I'm fine. It's not like I want you to be here, so drop the 'concerned' act." Ichigo could feel his cheeks flushing again. I don'twantyou here, Ineedyou here. I need you next to me, I need your mouth on mine. I need to touch your strong, warm body, to caress it and kiss it. He quickly shut out his thoughts before they overloaded, saving himself and his pride just in time.
"Suit yaself. Wouldn't matter even if ya did want me here." The passing comment struck him over the head. He glanced over at Renji. He looked completely relaxed, unaware of the magnitude of that one sentence. Does he know? Ichigo's pace quickened, a tinge of fear creeping into his mind. No…there's no way. I'm so stupid, reacting whenever he says something. Get a grip!He knew that if the redhead found out, there would be no end to the teasing comments. A silhouette of Renji popped into his mind, laughing wildly. HAHAHA…ya liked me? Ya crack me up, Ichigo, ya really do. Besides, I'm not inta guys, so I wouldn't choose ya anyday.Their hard-earned relationship would be in shambles, slowly drifting apart from each other.
Renji would get married, have a family. Ichigo knew this, and he was willing to accept it, as long as they could still see each other. As long as they were still friends, he could handle living in solitude. If they were separated, though… Life would be hell. Ichigo's subconscious answered that question for him in a split second. His mind shifted to wondering who he would get engaged with. He was placing his bets on Rukia; they had been friends since they were still small children. Renji shared some deep bonds with her, so the idea of them getting married was plausible. Ichigo wasn't one to feel jealous; that was one of the emotions he almost never experienced. Sometimes, though, he still felt a little regret over his seemingly dead-ended relationship with the redhead.
Sometime during his thoughts, he remembered that there were now two Shinigami in the same classroom as him. Ichigo hastily pushed the strand of Renji's reiatsu further apart from his, making sure it was completely isolated and unidentifiable. It had been trying to mesh again, and right now that could be extremely dangerous. If they sense it and find out, my cover will be completely blown.
The history class flew by, Ichigo not taking in much of what the teacher said. She was talking about shoguns and daimyos, I think…Lunch time had come, and the two newcomers joined Ichigo, Chad, Inoue and Ishida under the large oak tree in the yard.
"So why are you two here?" Ichigo had spent too much time wondering in class, and his curiosity was at breaking point.
"Why else?" Rukia's eyes were serious. So it's Soul Society's orders."Yesterday, strange reiatsu signatures were detected in the real world. Right after the signature stabilized and was recognized by Soul Society's systems as a high-class Hollow, you guy's reiatsu was detected at the scene. The Hollow's signature disappeared quickly afterwards."
Renji filled them in on the rest. "A captain's meetin' was called shortly after, an' it was decided tha' one Division would be in charge a' investigatin' the issue. Me an' Rukia volunteered our Division, since we both knew the most about the real world out of all the Shinigami in the Gotei 13. So here we are, ta help you." He leaned over and whispered to Ichigo, "I told ya. Knew ya would need help." Ichigo pushed him away, scowling.
"Shut up Renji. Did you come all this way just to tease me?" Then Ichigo realized something. "Wait a minute…did you say 'our division'?" Renji's grin grew wider.
"Did ya notice? I'm taichou a' the Fifth Division now an' Rukia's my fukutaichou. Ya know, ya should've addressed me as Abarai-taichou."
"No way in a million years, Pineapple. Just because you got promoted, doesn't mean I can't whoop your ass in a fight." Renji flushed at that, pushing his head forward so that his forehead was jammed against Ichigo's.
"Ya wanna test your luck, Strawberry?" Ichigo found himself face to face with Renji. Dammit. I forgot the habit he has for doing this. He could feel Renji's breath on his face, sending tingles running down his spine from the proximity. He looked into those two red and black orbs, enchanted by the intensity of his challenging glare. His eyes travelled upwards, landing on the eyebrows. Ichigo was always amazed by how they joined and linked with the tattoos on his forehead. He teased the redhead about them, but inside, he thought they suited him. There was also his blood-red hair, his sharp chin and his angular cheekbones. Everything about him seemed to radiate perfection, alongside a roughness that Ichigo had grown to admire.
Ichigo's found that he could've stared at Renji's face for all eternity. But, he was suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to touch it. He wanted to actually feel Renji's skin under his hand, so that he would remember the warmth of it when he wasn't around. Of its own accord, his hand began to rise, rising slowly up a path that's end was the Shinigami's cheek. Before he got the chance to make contact though, his wrist was grabbed by Renji's.
"Whatcha doin'? Never knew ya were the type a' person who slaps." He looked amused by the orange-haired teenager's sudden action. Broken from the trance that he was in, Ichigo shook his hand from the other's grasp. Before he got the chance to spit out a retort, he found his head bashed against Renji's.
"Do you two do anything apart from fight and bicker with each other?" Rukia looked clearly annoyed as she lifted her palms from their heads and sat down. Both of them placed a hand to their forehead simultaneously, rubbing the swelling bruise that had appeared there.
"Damn, she packs a punch when she's angry." Ichigo decided not to argue with that; it was true anyway. They settled back, and resumed the conversation they had been having.
"So how long are you staying for?" Inoue had joined in, brimming with interest over the arrival of her two friends. Ichigo could sense what the answer would be. It sounds like they'll be here for quite a while.
"Well, until things get better, I guess. Could take a long time, for all we know." Ichigo could tell that Rukia was quite happy about the statement she had made. Guess she likes being in the real world.
Renji, on the other hand, suddenly looked downright gloomy. Ichigo was surprised by that. What's making him wear that expression? He decided to question it.
"Hey, Renji, what's got you all down?"
"Dammit! I'm not spendin' my time here at Urahara's. Not again. I can't bear it there, bein' treated like a servant an' all."
Rukia was quick to reply. "Come on, it's not that bad! You just don't know how to get your act together!"
"If ya think it's tha' easy, try it then! I might have ta cancel the mission at this rate!" Renji's annoyance gave way to full-blown anger.
Rukia stood up. "Fine, I will! How about this? I'll go live at Urahara's and you can stay at Ichigo's place. Happy?"
Ichigo's attention spiked at that. "What? No way!" I'm not having him in my room!
"For once, co-operate Ichigo! Let him stay at your place or I swear the next time you leave your body at Urahara's, I'll have him strip you naked and throw you onto the street!"
That shut everyone up, including Ichigo, who looked quite shocked at the rebuttal. Guess she has some good tricks up her sleeve. He scowled, feeling annoyed at the development.Damn, I'll just have to deal with it. Well, having Renji crashing at my place isn't that bad, we are best friends after all. Better than Rangiku, anyhow.
Renji was surprised. This is unexpected. Never knew I'd end up stayin' at Ichigo's place. I guess Rukia decided that she does need some leg room; Ichigo's cupboard musta been a pretty bad place ta sleep. Ha! Wait until ya have to do the chores at Urahara's. He'll have ya running out the door in no time.
Somehow, he liked the idea of staying at Ichigo's. One positive factor would be that he definitely would not get bored. The second would be that he could finally spend some time with the Shinigami Daiko.
After Ichigo left, Soul Society had become horribly boring for Renji. He had never realized just how much he enjoyed the other's company. He had missed the fights they had, the electricity running through his blood as they sparred, the relaxed conversations they enjoyed together. By the time the first month since Ichigo's departure came (remember that time in Soul Society travels at around thrice the speed of time in the real world), things had gotten pretty clear.
~2 weeks ago (Soul Society time)
"Dammit! How can there be so many documents when it's not even wartime?" Renji's fist collided with the tabletop, causing one of the calligraphy brushes to topple out of its holder, splattering the desk with a dollop of lumpy, black ink. He glared at the stack of papers in front of him, cursing it. If looks could smoulder, then the paperwork would have burst into flames. "I should be outside, takin' in the fresh air an' sparrin'. You've completely ruined my day!"
Rukia walked in, taking in the scene in front of her.Well, look what we have here. The captain of the 5th Division is shouting at his desk.She made her way over to where Renji was standing. "Renji! Stop shouting, I need to talk to you!" Renji looked up, face a little red from his ranting. "Sorry, Rukia, didn't see ya there. Yeah, what is it?"
"I've been notified that there's a Captains meeting in half an hour." Renji groaned and muttered something that sounded like "Go on, make my day even worse." "Finish as much of the paperwork as you can in the time before the meeting. After that, I'm letting you go find someone to spar with. I can see that you really need to blow off some steam. I'll fill in the rest of the papers."
Renji was slightly stunned by that, but quickly accepted the offer.Anythin' ta get away from this.
"Thanks, Rukia. Ya know, ya really are a life-saver sometimes." She gave a knowing smile in return, quickly pushing him down into his seat. "Now, work."
"Doesn't mean ya can boss me around. I'm the Taichou here." Rukia just rolled her eyes at the threat, before retreating to her desk.
Later on, after Renji dragged himself through another painstakingly boring captains meeting, he found that no one was available to spar with. Ikkaku and Shuuhei were both out drinking, Byakuya was busy and he didn't dare ask Kenpachi, in fear of being mortally wounded.Shit, ain't there anyone up for a fight? My first time off work, an' everyone winds up busy? Dammit, just wish Ichigo were here. At least he's always up for a sparrin' session.He ended up having to train by himself, working on refining his tactical skills. It was boring business, and he would've preferred if someone was there to be an opponent.
He walked back to his quarters, feeling angry and dejected.Such a stupid day. I don't get how the last month has been so fucked up.He ended up lying on his futon, staring at the ceiling and thinking.Ever since Ichigo left, I've been feelin' so unsettled. Guess I really miss him…a lot. We had so much fun together, everythin' felt right when we were by each other's side, talkin' and fightin'. Now that he's left, I think I'm falling apart. Damn, do I actually like him more than a friend?He couldn't deny that he did find the orange-haired boy attractive. He was strong, both physically and mentally, passionate and caring. They completely trusted in one another when they fought in battle, so much that they knew the other would be safe, without needing help. He always felt a spark ignite when he was in Ichigo's company, like they were meant to be together. Adding on the factor that they had become close friends, Renji began to realize just how much they had gone through. He was amazed that he hadn't thought about this sooner.Guess you really only stop ta think about someone when they leave.Something he was sure of was that the feeling he got when Ichigo was around was very different to what he felt whilst in Rukia's company. Could it be…a sign?
Renji was not considered a "kid" anymore in Shinigami society. He was 52 years old, and that was the prime time for any Shinigami to start getting into a relationship. He had quickly turned to the one person available in his life-Rukia. It had started off well, as a bit of fun and as an attempt to maybe forge something long-term. They had started dating, taking each other to different parts of Soul Society to enjoy late nights out. They had kissed, Rukia giggling wildly through it all. Soon, though, they realized that kissing was as far as it could go. Renji didn't feel anything that remotely resembled the sort of love that kept couples intact when they were together. Neither did Rukia. Everything was just for fun, and the notion of a real relationship between them was ridiculous. He gave up, realizing that Rukia was just too close to him. All he felt for her was a familial love, as she had become a sister to him. He would willingly die to protect her, butthatkind of relationship between them was just absurd.
Soon after, he was once again struck by another revelation. He liked the company of men to women. He felt tingles running down his body not when a woman with a huge set of breasts passed by, but when he saw a strong, male, Shinigami training with the top half of their hakama off, revealing their toned chest and abdomen. At first, the young Renji was horrified with the change, but soon, he embraced it, accepting it as part of him. He knew, though, that these things were not looked upon highly by Soul Society, so he put on a mask. Gradually, the mask became so attached that it seemed always on, so spotting Renji flirting and messing around with girls seemed to become part of everyone's perception of him. No one ever suspected.
When Ichigo arrived in his life, the long abandoned fire inside of him seemed to start burning again. After he became an ally, they quickly established a friendship. At the time, Renji didn't think much of it. His inner desires had lain dormant for so long, re-awakening would take a long time.
Only now, angry and a little lonely, thinking about the Shinigami Daiko while lying on his bed, did he realize that maybe…just maybe, the feelings that he had for Ichigo were different.
So when he heard, 2 weeks after, that they needed a Division to volunteer to go to the real world, he submitted his interest in the matter almost immediately.
It ended up going pretty smoothly. Renji and Ichigo had walked back to the Kurosaki residence after school finished, Rukia tagging along just to make the explanations easier. To be honest, Renji didn't need much of an explanation. Isshin and Karin both knew the true identity of the redhead, as one was a fully fledged Shinigami and the other had been saved by him, whilst out of his gigai. Only Yuzu didn't know, as her spirit perception was shady at best. So, for her sake, Rukia had come along, imposing as Renji's cousin. She would tell Ichigo's youngest sister that he was homeless, and now that she had found a home, she was hoping that they could lend a helping hand to a relative in need. Obviously, the plan worked out well, with Yuzu bursting into tears, again, with pity and Isshin running to the poster of Ichigo's mother on the wall crying, "Oh, Masaki! Daddy has found another noble son!"
Rukia left shortly afterwards, shooting a withering glare at Renji when he cried out "Have fun at Urahara's!" They had dinner together, and it turned out to be quite a boisterous night. Renji had a knack of being able to fit in perfectly in any environment, and soon joined in with the wild conversation at the dinner table. He managed to tackle three conversations at once, answering Yuzu's questions, chatting loudly with Isshin as well as deflecting Karin's interrogative enquiries. He helped Yuzu with the cleaning up afterwards, somehow succeeding in jamming the dishwasher by placing all the plates backwards. That took Ichigo and Renji 20 minutes to undo, finally finding a method to extract the dishes without having to pull off the front hatch.
It was decided that Renji would have to sleep on the floor of Ichigo's bedroom, as the closet was much too small for someone as tall and broad as the redhead. Grudgingly, Ichigo managed to find a mattress and blankets to accommodate the new member of the household, warning him firmly that if he annoyed him during the night, there would be hell to pay in the morning. Ichigo didn't realize that what he really needed to worry about was still to come.
When Renji entered the bedroom right after he had showered, Ichigo just managed to stop a gasp escaping from his lips. The powerful Shinigami was standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Time seemed to stand still as he took in the amazing sight that had been presented to him. Renji's hair was down, still dripping slightly, the little droplets of water sliding down the strands of fiery hair to land on the broad shoulders of the man. His chest was covered by a striking pattern of tattoos, dark lines weaving their way over muscled flesh to join with the jagged lines running in a triple band down his biceps. One of his arms was currently resting in his hair, the hours of battle and hard training showing its influence on his body, as the muscles of his upper arm flexed, stretching the tattoo upwards over hard, smooth skin. The tattoos continued on the redhead's toned abdomen, the twin fanged black stripes travelling over rising and dipping planes of muscle to reach his waist. Renji radiated an aura of strength, which added to the stunning body of his made Ichigo want to tackle him right there and then, before exploring every centimetre of the Shinigami captain's body with his mouth and tongue.
Ichigo blushed heavily, turning away to resist the temptation as Renji asked, "Ya have any spare clothes here? I didn't bring any an' I don't wanna sleep naked." That statement made Ichigo feel like he was on fire, sending his pulse skyrocketing. Not only do I want you to sleep naked, I want you to sleep in my bed, next to me, so that I can touch you. He quickly pushed the thought away as desire shot through his mind again.
"Ahh, yeah, they're in the wardrobe over there. Just find something that fits you." He still had his head turned away. Renji frowned a little as he saw that Ichigo was determinedly looking away from him. He felt a small amount of disappointment thread its way through his mind. Am I disgustin' him 'cause I only have a towel on? Damn, guess he really ain't inta guys. He decided to query Ichigo's actions anyway.
"Ichigo? Why are ya lookin' away? Am I scarin' ya or somethin'? I know ya'd prefer Rukia ta be here but I'm tryin' my best alright?" Ichigo mentally released a sigh when he heard that. Phew. He hasn't guessed. I'm safe for the time being. He urged himself to return his gaze to Renji, cheeks inevitably colouring a little as he did so, but he ignored it.
"I know, I know. I'm just not used to it, that's all."
Renji decided in the next second that he would boldly make a move. He walked over to Ichigo's bed and sat down next to him, juggling his next words around in his head. "Yanno, when ya left Soul Society, it got so boring for me. No one there had the time ta spar with me, no one was interesting enough to talk to 'cept Rukia, so I felt angry an' sorta abandoned. I realized that I missed ya, Ichigo. I like havin' ya around, even when we get inta fights. You're fun an' you're a great friend."
When Ichigo heard those words come out of the mouth of Renji, his first reaction was of shock. Who knew he actually did have feelings? Then, when he actually took in the context of his words, something inside him felt like it had burst. Emotion flooded through him, driving itself like a battering ram through his heart. It felt like he was falling, and a sense of dizziness overcame him. He desperately wanted to reach out, grab the Shinigami sitting next to him and seal his lips to the other's mouth. Fortunately, he managed to regain composure just in time, stopping himself from making any moves that he would regret.
Renji was lost in thought, feeling a little happier now he had revealed the reason behind everything bugging him. Without realizing, he leaned over, resting his head against Ichigo's shoulder, sighing. We've gone through a war together, and now we finally get some time in private.
Ichigo stared at the head now located on his shoulder, and his heart began thumping violently. He looks so relaxed. I've never seen him like this before. Never knew that he had this side as well. It's kinda weird, but I'm glad that I get to see that he can be nice when he wants to. Sensing that Renji's position was making him enter the danger zone again, he slowly stood up, gently pushing the other's head off. "I'll go shower. We should get to bed soon; it's been a long day."
Renji couldn't help but feel a little rejected by Ichigo's actions. Guess I was expectin' it anyway. Well, it did feel good. At least I get ta be around him now. Damn, I'm gettin' too soft. All the way through his shower, Ichigo had been thinking. What he said made me vulnerable for a second. I should really be more careful. Jumpin' at the small comments he makes. I'm expectin' too much! Stop and think about it! Renji will only ever regard me as a friend! He scrubbed a little too vigorously on his arms, causing the skin to turn a little red. He turned off the shower, toweled himself down and went back to his bedroom. Renji was already settled on his mattress, sitting there, having donned a singlet and, Ichigo noticed, a pair of his favourite underwear. That made him blush again. What? For like the tenth time today? I feel like a freakin' girl. "Hey, Strawberry, mind doing one last favour for me?" His usual attitude had returned.
"Yeah, what is it?" Ichigo didn't feel like starting an argument this late at night, so he just ignored the nickname.
"I usually sleep with my hair done up in a braid so it doesn't annoy me too much. I'm pretty tired, so could ya braid it for me?" Ichigo wavered at the sound of the bizarre and blatantly embarrassing request coming from Renji.
"Why the fuck would I do that?" I'm not bein' his babysitter!
"Well, unless ya wanna be woken up in the mornin' by me and ya dad throwing ya off the top a' the staircase." Renji was leering at him, his grin in place again.
"You wouldn't dare." The expression on the redhead's face seemed to say otherwise. Ichigo gave in. "Fine, you win. Come over here, don't blame me if I make pigtails instead."
"Heh. I know that ya can braid hair. Ya have two younger sisters, so obviously ya would've learnt how ta over the years." He was interrupted from further talk by a sharp tug on his hair.
"Hey! Watch it there! Wait a second, I'm moving over." Renji shifted his body so that he was sitting directly in front of Ichigos' bed. That gave Ichigo an unimpeded view of his back. Once again, he found himself at a loss for words.
Renji's back looked like a canvas, the black tattoos resuming, working from his shoulders down to his lower back. He felt a tingle run down his spine when he saw the two final fangs on the redhead's back point downwards, almost acting as an invitation for his eyes to travel lower, down to Renji's…ass. He stopped that track of thought just before the train his mind had been travelling on derailed. The muscles on the other man's back rippled whenever he moved himself, making Ichigo want to touch them using his hand, to map out each hard plane of his friend's body. He remembered what he should've been doing and moved his hands to the long, crimson mane of hair lying on Renji's shoulders. Ichigo ran his hand through, marveling at how soft and smooth it felt. He had always thought that it would feel rough, spiky almost. Clearly, the ponytail that Renji wore it in masked the real nature of his hair extremely well. It was the first time the orange-haired teen had ever touched any of his friends so intimately, but with Renji, it felt strangely right. He didn't feel embarrassed like he thought he would. On the contrary, it felt comfortable and pleasant. Ichigo worked quickly and efficiently, arranging the mass of hair in a neat braid and tying it off within a matter of minutes.
"See? It wasn't tha' hard was it?" Renji smirked at him, although the gratitude was clear.
"Shut up." Ichigo gave him a small smile, the first one for quite a while.
Ichigo turned off the lights and climbed into his own bed, feeling satisfied. Maybe havin' him here won't be that bad after all. With that comforting thought, he closed his eyes, ready for sleep to embrace him.
Then, Renji's spirit communicator went off, beeping like crazy.
~Chapter 3 Omake
J: …
J: Yesss! They're not here! Finally, some peace and quiet.
J: They're probably busy sparring.
Elsewhere…
Ichigo: Fuck! Be careful with that ball, Renji! It's heavy!
Renji: Well, I don't get the point of…bow-ling…is that what it's called?
Ichigo: Just chuck the ball down the lane and try to knock over the pins. I'm teachin' you something that should be so easy!
Renji: Actually, that is pretty simple! I bet I can beat ya.
Ichigo: Ha! Don't make me laugh, it's your first time playing this.
Renji thrusts the ball on to the bowling lane and it starts rolling towards the pins.
Renji: I'll get all the ten pins down, just you watch.
The ball continues to roll towards the pins.
Renji: Hado no. 1- Sho!
The ball zooms into the pins, sending all of the flying. Four of the pins break with an almighty crack as the ball slams them into the back of the chute.
Renji: See?
Ichigo: WHAT…THE…FUCK! NO ONE SAID YOU'RE ALLOWED TO USE KIDOU WHEN BOWLING!
