Both roommates opened their eyes, sitting up on their beds to see Renji standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, both seeing that he was wearing a black outfit with the number three stitched on the shoulders.
"I came to escort ya t' Yuroichi's office,"
Both groaned, slowly getting ready, yet Hichigo laid back down, staring at the ceiling with his eyes halfway lidded. I don't wanna be here... he thought, slowly sitting up and crawling off his bed, grabbing the red shirt and slipping it on. If only she hadn't arrived...
Ichigo blinked, realizing his roommate wasn't getting ready, so he turned, looking up at the snow white locks. "Hey, Shirosaki, get up." he called in a gentle tone, watching the albino sit up with a grunt. "Come on, we need to go," He tossed the frowning form his uniform, "besides...this Yuroichi sounds really serious, like he'll kick our asses if we're late."
Hichigo easily caught the outfit, climbing down and stripping, pulling a new pair of boxers on and then the uniform, shrugging as he looked up with those oddly colored eyes, Ichigo turning and going over to the surface glued to the corner in the wall, reaching up.
Standing on the tips of his toes, his fingers brushed against the sunglasses, frowning as he wrapped his fingers around them, sensing that Hichigo was behind him, a quirked brow once he turned around, handing him the coverage for his eyes.
"I wasn't gonna steal them, geez," Ichigo rolled his eyes. Hichigo shrugged, taking them and sliding them onto his face with grace, grinning at Ichigo and reaching a hand out.
The vibrant haired teen grabbed onto it, both gripping each other's hands, letting them uncoil so they brushed, and a smile slowly forming on Ichigo's face.
"Thanks," he said after the white haired teenager turned, walking out the door, stopping halfway out when the young Kurosaki spoke, turning and looking at him with a confused look.
"For what?"
"For...I guess..." Ichigo swallowed the lump that began to swell in his throat. "Being my friend?"
Hichigo's golden-black eyes widened painfully, then grinned, "Not a big deal, besides...you're actually t' only real one." He brought his shoulders up, stuffing his hands in his pockets, walking off in the direction Renji was in, a guy with teal hair walking up to both forms with a smug smirk. "What t' hell do ya want, Grimm?"
"Jesus, ya always greet friends like tha'?" he chuckled, crossing his arms, his uniform's sleeves rolled up as he leaned back, glancing at Renji to see that he was receiving a glare. "C'mon, Ren-ren...don' be tha' way, okay...so I pissed Hisagi off yesterday, big deal,"
"Shut t' fuck up, Grimmjaw," Renji hissed angrily, taking a step forward, fists clenched at his sides, Ichigo frowning and walking out of the room, shutting the door and traveling over as Hichigo sighed, shaking his head. "It took me until half-way between lunch t' calm him down, you know t' bloody Hell not t' tease him wit' tha' secret stash of drugs ya got i' our room! I told ya over and over again 'bout i', listen t' m'! I don' give two shits 'bout ya and yer gang, so back t' fuck off!!"
His breathing was heavy and labored, both newcomers staring with wide eyes, fascinated by the redhead's mouth and use of language, seeing that he was glaring holes into the smug teal haired teen who's grin only increased.
"Yeah, yeah, Ren-ren," he chuckled, turning and walking off while waving, "see ya later Shiro."
The young Shirosaki frowned with a hiss, "I told 'im t' stop callin' m' tha'!"
Renji just shook his head as he turned to both of them, breathing steady once again as he shook his head again, shoving his clenched hand into his pockets, nails leaving dents in his pale skin as his reddish-brown eyes were glazed over, as though in thought.
A few seconds later, he looked at them with a smug grin. "I may not look i'...but...I'm in here for being addicted t' fightin', yeah, t'is place deals with other stuff too," he explained slowly, as though hesitant to tell his life's story to the two first years, "and Grimmjaw and I go way back, 'fore he became t' jack ass tha' he I' now. Tha' secret stash...we're wha' ya call...druggies. We sold drugs t' get some money, ya know?" Renji's eyes slowly fell down onto the ground. "Grimm's...i' here for tha' specific reason, bein' addicted t' i'. I didn' know 'till he came in. We...our friendship died out jus' last year...when he hooked up wit' Aizen."
They then began walking, Hichigo's arms crossed as he looked to the side with an uncaring expression, yet, deep inside, he pondered on how they could be so close, and only after a year, be so far apart.
"I let him get away wit' havin' drugs in t' room, though I shouldn'..." he continued in a saddened, depressed tone. "I'm s'posed t' take care of t' ones tha' come t' live in t' room wit' me."
"Ya can' expect t' take care of everyone," Hichigo blurted suddenly, looking at the redhead with narrowed golden-black eyes, "listen t' m', Renji...when I was young and had parents who actually loved m', I thought I could do anythin', nothin' could stop m'. But then when I found out tha' those fuckers left m' t' rot alone in t' world, I jus' kept on walkin'."
Ichigo blinked his auburn eyes, watching as Hichigo dropped his head, snow white bangs covering his face as he gnawed on his lower lip for a while, then released it.
"Wit' m' head held high, flippin' t' world off. I only allow t' ones I trust int' m' life. Kurosaki's m' roommate, and I'll protect him i' I freakin' have t'...as well as ya and your friends. But don' go thinkin' ya gotta take care a everyone, jus'...take care of t' people who need ya most, got it?" He slowly looked up at the third year, seeing a warm smile spread on the tattooed form's face, wrapping an arm suddenly around the albino's neck and using his opposite hand to ruffle up the protesting form's hair.
The bright haired teen on the other hand was stunned. Though it had lost points for decreased vocabulary, his bunk partner proved a vital point. Protect the ones who need you the most...then the other few who seem like they needed the protection. he thought with a warm smile spreading onto his features. That was a very surprising speech, Hichigo Shirosaki.
Said teen had finally gotten away from the beaming redhead and had a stubborn look on his handsome features, which only looked like an adorable pout since his hair was badly messed up.
"Thanks, Hichigo," the red haired Abarai spoke, tone warm and welcoming, "I'll try t' remember tha'."
"Whateva," the snow white colored haired boy mumbled, his eyes half-lidded as a small smile tugged at the ends of his lips.
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Both look-a-likes stared at the figure before them as Renji shut the door to Yuroichi's office. A woman with caramel colored skin sat behind a desk with her violet hair tied back into a ponytail with braids, her white sleeveless shirt tight around her busts, a deep half-purple, half-pink skirt hugging her hips and thighs, light brown nylons, as purple high-heeled shoes left for the end of the show.
Hichigo leaned over and whispered into Ichigo's ear, "She looks like a prostitute...a hot sexy one at tha'." That comment earned him a jab in the side from Ichigo's elbow.
"You pervert," he hissed. Pulling his elbow back as the woman stood, stretching, some soft skin peeking out from below her shirt, both teen's eyes noticing that she was wearing a laced thong. "Yeah...she looks like a prostitute," he muttered as a blush adorned his features.
Her deep golden eyed gaze landed on them, a cat-like smile crossing her lightly pink painted lips, "So...you're the new bad boys here, eh?" she questioned in a strict business woman-like tone.
Both slowly nodded, lips parting to introduce themselves.
"I'm Hichigo Shirosaki..."
"I'm Ichigo Kurosaki..."