Treason

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Last chapter's vote:

Damn… I have no idea how to do this, some people really like the idea of the lust-thing with Aizen, and the rest of the reviewers really dislike the idea. What to do, what to do?

Oh! Some people think with the Aizen/Ichigo, that they both love each other. It's one-sided; so that means Aizen lusts after Ichigo, but Ichigo hates his guts! nod

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, unfortunately.

Warning: Character-death, Renji/Ichigo and probably yaoi.

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The two boys were left alone in an uncomfortable silence. No one spoke, not that they wanted to.

Renji suddenly felt very cold without his shirt and plopped down on Ichigo's bed. He looked up at Ichigo, who was still standing in the same spot. Ichigo's face was contorted in anger as he was now clenching angrily his fingers in his desk.

Renji hadn't understood what had happened; why Ichigo he was in such an angered state. But what he did understand was the feeling that he didn't want to see Ichigo like this; so full of anger and pain.

He stood up again and walked to the slightly trembling boy. He gazed at Ichigo's back for a while, hesitating if he should comfort Ichigo or if he should not.

He decided he would; if he didn't do it he would hate himself for not doing it in the end. Bruises or not.

He slowly and carefully encircled his arms around Ichigo's shoulders, hoping the action would give some comfort to the other. It didn't work; in fact, it was the complete opposite. Ichigo's muscles fiercely tensed up.

"Don't touch me." He spat venomously.

Renji had never heard Ichigo speak in such a disgusted way, like he had betrayed Ichigo. But he had the feeling it wouldn't be any good if he let him go now, so he only held Ichigo tighter.

"Don't…touch…me!" Ichigo repeated, his voice held so much anger that Renji almost wanted to let him go. But he stubbornly kept his arms around Ichigo.

"What's wrong, Ichigo? Why are you suddenly like this?" Renji calmly whispered in Ichigo's ear. "Is it something that that arrancar said?"

Ichigo didn't respond, he was still tense in Renji's grip and he was actually afraid he might hurt the other. He was not directly angry with the redhead. He was just… he didn't know; he felt he had to blame someone, anyone! And that someone was now Renji, the one closest to him since the incident, the one he trusted most since the incident.

But the problem was; he felt it was hard to trust shinigami or anyone else in the matter. Ulquoirra had referred to them, and his sister, Karin, also said about shinigami before she died. There just wasn't any other way.

Ichigo clenched his eyes shut and turned to Renji. The other, surprised by this sudden action, let go. Ichigo opened his eyes again and locked them with Renji.

Renji was surprised how many mixed emotions swirled through those brown depths. Sadness, frustration, anger, betrayal, and so many more he could not describe.

"I-I just don't know anymore, Renji…" Ichigo looked down, hiding his eyes from view.

"I don't know…" He whispered, repeating it over and over again to himself.

"Ichigo…" Renji didn't know what to say, he didn't even know what was wrong with Ichigo.

"I don't know…" Ichigo repeated.

Renji looked down, what actually was he to do? Not even a minute ago; he could have sworn Ichigo wanted to kill him and now, here was the other mumbling the same sentence over and over again as if he was in some kind of trance.

"I don't know." Ichigo repeated, but this time it was said in a louder tone.

Renji took a step back when Ichigo's head suddenly shot up. He looked in Ichigo's widened eyes, but they held nothing; all the emotions he saw a minute ago were all gone and replaced with nothingness.

"Ichigo… stop this, get a grip on yourself." Renji growled nervously as he grabbed Icihigo's shoulders and shook them.

"I don't know!" Ichigo yelled suddenly and slammed his clenched fists against Renji's chest. He kept slamming his fist against Renji as frustrated tears ran down his pained face.

Renji didn't stop him; he just let Ichigo push out his built up frustration on him. The punches didn't have that much force behind them; they were weak, like Ichigo was tired of something.

The punches slowed down and he heard Ichigo inhale shaky breaths of air, almost choking in hold back tears.

"It's okay, Ichigo." Renji comforted the other. He again encircled his arms around Ichigo's shaking form, resting his chin on top of the soft orange hair. This time Ichigo didn't tense up; he braced the warmth that Renji granted him with his whole body and leaned his head against Renji's muscular chest.

"I-I'm sorry… Renji…" Ichigo said, his face still hidden in Renji's naked chest.

Renji could feel the soft brushes of eyelashes against his chest and gave a small smile. "It's okay…" He repeated.

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Next morning Ichigo awoke in the warm embrace of Renji. He didn't really remember what had happened after he had calmed down, but he now found himself draped over the redhead's naked chest on his own bed. A protective arm was loosely draped around his waist as he felt soft fingers stroke his hair.

He gave a small groan and lifted himself up with his elbows; he gave Renji a dazed look and rubbed his eyes with his fists.

Renji watched the smaller male and grinned at Ichigo's unknowing cuteness. "I see you're awake." Renji slightly tugged at Ichigo's waist, pushing the other closer to his own body.

Ichigo looked at him and nuzzled his head back in the warmth of Renji's chest, giving in. "Yeah… you too." He mumbled, his voice slightly muzzled in Renji's chest. It seamed Ichigo didn't mind it that much anymore to be close to the redhead. He had slightly warmed up after their heated kiss and Renji's support surely made him feel better. Besides, he didn't even feel that sick anymore.

"You okay now?"

Ichigo didn't respond and let himself dwell in the warmth Renji was emitting.

After a while he finally spoke. "Renji…" His lips brushed Renji's skin as he spoke.

"Hmmm…?" Renji looked down at the orange mop of hair.

Ichigo hesitated, did he want to tell Renji what was bothering him or did he not?

"Can I trust you…?" He asked a bit insecure.

Renji looked surprised at Ichigo's brown eyes that were now looking in his own red ones. "Of course you can… but what's wrong?" He didn't get it at al.

"It's just that…" Ichigo knitted his brows together in frustration and looked elsewhere, lost at words.

Renji kept silent, waiting patiently for the other to find his words, looking at Ichigo's troubled expression. "You can tell me another time too Ichigo, I can wait."

Ichigo locked eyes with Renji again and gave a small smile, glad that Renji understood his uneasiness. But it would be better for Renji and himself if he told his story. "No no… I want to tell you now, I want to tell you why I acted like I did yesterday."

"It started with my sister dying in my arms…" Ichigo found it hard to talk. The wounds were still so fresh; it would take a while for them to heal.

Renji nodded understandingly, Ichigo hadn't told this before. He would wait patiently for the other.

"Her last words were… shinigami."

Renji understood now what was wrong with Ichigo, why Ichigo had found it so hard to open up or to trust him. Ichigo thought the shinigami had killed his family. But was it possible, why would they do such a thing? He didn't believe it, he couldn't believe it and he would not believe it. The problem was; that arrancar had also mentioned it. Surely Ichigo would not believe an arrancar in a different situation, but now; in his fragile state he would believe everything that would be thrown at him.

"So… you think the shinigami did it?" Renji said, a hint of unbelieving in his voice.

"You don't believe me…" Ichigo shot up, but was hold down by Renji's arms around his waist that now held a tighter grip.

"That's not what I said, Ichigo. There could be several more possibilities."

"Like what?" Ichigo spat, his face held an angry scowl.

Renji sighed and closed his eyes. "Do you have any more evidence?"

Ichigo didn't respond and looked at the picture of him and his family on the desk.

Renji lifted himself and Ichigo up and encircled his arms comfortingly around the other's shoulders. "Look Ichigo, it won't help a thing if you blame this on someone else if you don't know the facts…" He mumbled in Ichigo's ear.

Ichigo looked down, his nails digging in Renji's back.

"Hey…" Renji lifted Ichigo's chin up with his finger and locked eyes. "It's okay."

Renji leaned down and gave a small kiss on Ichigo's lips. He stroked Ichigo's cheek in a comforting manner and leaned his forehead against Ichigo's.

Ichigo suddenly shot up, hitting Renji in the process. "Oh my god! What's the time!?" He hysterically rummaged through his room, in search for his dearly wanted clock.

Renji rubbed his now painful nose and gave a glare at the hysterical male. They were just starting to have fun.

Renji looked at his watch. "It's half past eight, calm down…" He grunted.

"Calm down!?" Ichigo shot back. "School is already starting, before I get there it's already a quarter to nine!"

Renji gave an annoyed stare at Ichigo and quickly swooped the other in his arms when Ichigo ran by to get his pants. "Ugh… I said calm down. Ye'r gettin me a headache."

"Let me go, let me go. I'm gonna be late!" Ichigo tried to wriggle out of Renji's hold.

"Who cares, you already are." Renji simply said.

"But…" Ichigo could never finish that line since a pair of lips were rudely crushed upon his own. Ichigo eagerly kissed back, immediately forgetting his hysteria over school.

"Forget… about school… just stay here- with me." Renji said between kisses as he roughly pulled Ichigo's shirt off. Renji's hands roamed over the soft exposed skin, moving down to Ichigo's waistband.

Ichigo pulled away in resistance, but soon changed his mind as he felt the hand between his legs, the other hand had sneaked in his pyjama-pants and was occasionally squeezing in his butt.

Ichigo squirmed at the touches and closed his eyes. "Renji…" He moaned in the kiss as he rocked his crotch against Renji's hand, making the other grin in satisfaction.

Renji broke the kiss and trailed down, nibbling on the sensitive skin of Ichigo's neck. Ichigo gave a small yelp when he suddenly bit down, putting his claim on Ichigo. He suckled on the bruising skin apologetically and moved up again. Renji kissed and licked Ichigo's neck up till he reached his earlobe, leaving a small trail of saliva behind him.

"Renji…" Ichigo moaned again as his hands ran through Renji's red hair, tousling and tugging it with his fingers.

"Yes Ichigo?" Renji seductively purred into Ichigo's ear, making the other shiver. "What is it that you want?" He grinned suggestively.

"I-I… want…" Ichigo moaned between breaths as Renji massaged his sensitive ears with his lips.

"Yes?" He teasingly rubbed his hand over Ichigo's crotch, making the other gasp.

Suddenly Ichigo's alarm clock went off, distracting the two. Ichigo realised what they were doing and pushed himself off of Renji. A deep blush was covered over his face as he quickly scrambled to his alarm clock.

"S-So that's where I had kept it!" He nervously stammered, slamming on the poor thing a couple of times so it went off.

Renji grunted, again he was interrupted from his fun. He gave a small sigh when Ichigo continued to run through his room, acting like nothing had ever happened.

He watched how Ichigo quickly pulled on his school uniform and how he quickly gave a small wave of goodbye with his hand as he exited the room. Seconds later he heard the front door slam shut.

An idea popped into Renji's head, making the redhead grin evilly.

"This could be fun."

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Ichigo gave a bored stare as he rested his chin on his hands in an uninterested way. It had not been a problem when he had arrived thirty minutes too late; in fact his teacher had looked quite happy when she saw him in class again. He had only been away for one day, though.

He tapped his finger on his desk as he looked outside over the school's garden, lost in thoughts. He really felt better since he had eaten; he had to thank Renji for that later. Suddenly he remembered his and Renji's little make out scene this morning, a heated blush covered his face as he rubbed the sore spot on his neck.

He saw Inoue give him a worried glance, which he quickly returned with a nervous laugh; showing her, he was just fine.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The teacher walked to the door and opened it, Ichigo couldn't see who it was. She talked to the person outside for a while and then shrugged her throat, gaining attention from the class.

"Students, today we're getting a new student." She sternly looked at the class. "I expect everyone to be nice to him."

Ichigo uninterestedly stared outside again; he only looked back when he suddenly heard an awfully familiar smug voice.

Ichigo shot off his chair as he saw the familiar redhead. "Renji!? WHAT are YOU doing here!?"

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Well, that was a crappy end. I was planning to write more, but I'm already late updating this story, so you'll have to do with this. Sorry.

Ow… I'm such a tease to stop with Renji/Ichigoness just when it's about to get naughty. And I did it in two chapters, in row! Bad me, BAD me! But I promise it'll soon happen; just want to make sure my reviewers have something to look forward to. Hmm… I'm so evil.

This chapter's vote:

Should I make more couples in this story?

Option A: Yes please. (Me: Which couples?)

Option B: No thanks; Renji and Ichi need to get full attention.

Option C: The one-sided Aizen/Ichigo-thing, please.

R&R