dedicated to reviewer: Hurmmm, for his brilliant ideas for Ichimaru's employment xD (And for answering my question about Gin, Thank you :D) I immediately started writing this when I read it. Hope you don't mind me using this! Readers, If you don't get it, just read his comment xD
And No, I don't do any parings here, just to clear things out. Bleach is 99% platonic and that's what I like about it. But as a Yaoi fan I might do some.. ah, fan-service, but nothing too big or OOC.
In Ichigo's living-room floor, Gin flipped through the pages of several newspapers and magazines spread before him. Ichigo set on the couch, with the TV open just for the sounds to fill in the silence. He had a thick book on his lap and was trying to study.
"How about a kindergarten Teacher? 'ma good with kids-"
"No. You look like a Pedophile."
That bolt was fast and hard, hitting him like sixty-five miles-per-our car running over him in the middle of the freeway. Fast enough to strike from nowhere but slow just enough for him to feel every wheel weighing on his bones.
In other words, that hurt. That really really hurt.
"Oh come on, it's your own fault for developing that nasty habit of smiling like a creep. Stop brooding and get back to searching! you want a job, don't you?!"
Ichimaru went silent.
"What? you found something?"
Gin showed him the spot on page. "How about this one?"
Ichigo stared, eyes twitching. "Oh yeah, I'm sure everyone will really appreciate that! No doubt Rangiku-san will be totally thrilled with you working in a shop like that!" Ichigo yelped with accusing finger on the page, face red with embarrassment and slight irritation. The silver-haired pulled the adult magazine back.
"Actually yes, I think Soutaicho-sa' will a appreciate that very much. He's got s very pervert mind, ya know, and I could bribe him with goods! Your friend the Sixth's-lieutenant too and Lisa-shan and-"
"Ok, Ok! I get it! move on already!"
P.S: Gin has a talent for threading needle? Since when? Unless it's... a metaphor for Shinso or something? Or I just didn't understand that line...
*Sixty-five miles-per-our car - about 100 kilometers per hour, little more.