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Ah, this is the second part of the Going Away Party Chapter…it's one big scene, and it was nerve-racking to write... All I'm going to say is that this is my first Bleach Romance scene I've ever written…I'm not sure how you'll take it…but let me know!
-So, Rated TEEN for Alcohol and some romantic scenes-
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Romania Black
Chapter Twelve
Overconsumption is sometimes better than Starvation.
The living room was crowded with people, looking nervously, some anxiously, toward the kitchen, but keeping a distance from it. Rukia fought her way through several people, trying to see if she could spot Renji. She looked for crimson hair, but instead saw white.
"Captain Hitsugaya!" Rukia called out. Most of the people there stared at her as if she was crazy, some backing away in slight recoil. The small Captain, however, glanced back quickly, his teal eyes widening.
"Rukia!" He responded, in a mix of surprise and relief. "Come here, quickly!"
The female Soul Reaper shoved past three people in front of her until she'd met up with Toshiro. To her own surprise, Ururu, Jinta, Yuzu, and Karin were standing with him, all four looking as concerned as Toshiro, but none as disgusted as the small captain.
"There you are," Yuzu smiled. "We were wondering where you ran off to!"
Karin stared silently; she knew Rukia had been talking with Ichigo. She had sensed her near herself and Yuzu upstairs. Karin looked towards the staircase; she wondered if Ichigo had already left for the Hollow World or not. Did Rukia know why he was going there?
"What's happening?" Rukia questioned, her brows furrowing in a concerned stare. Karin sighed, rubbing the back of her head with her hand. Rukia didn't know what to make of this. "I heard a crash earlier—" She started, "—I didn't know if it was—"
"Renji?" Karin raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, that was him all right."
Rukia stared blankly, "Is he alright? Where is he?"
"He's in the kitchen," Ururu stated quietly, "But everyone's afraid to go in there…" her voice trailed off as she turned to look back in the kitchen.
"I was about to go in there myself," Toshiro added, his eyes looking cold as steel. Obviously, he wasn't thrilled about this in any way, shape, or form.
"What—wait—everyone's afraid?" Rukia stammered, dumbstruck. "Why?"
"Don't you know?" Jinta looked up at her with light honey eyes that reflected cold fury, "Because he's drunk off his ass that's why!"
There was a pause, and all eyes in the group fell on Rukia and Jinta, who huffed in impatience and annoyance at Rukia's naivete. Rukia stared into the kitchen blankly, her face expressionless.
"This is ridiculous," Toshiro mumbled, "I should just go in there myself—"
"COMING THROUGH!" Isshin burst from the kitchen, to the gasps of the crowd gathered around. He was sweating heavily, the top collar of his pink kimono drenched. He smelled like liquor, and the spots splattered across the fabric suggested someone had spilled a drink or two on him. Isshin rushed out of the doorway, Keigo behind him, looking pale and flustered, his shirt soaked as well. The group noticed that Isshin was carrying someone over his shoulder, someone with short black hair.
"Tatsuki!" Karin yelped, her eyes widening. She gave her father a furious look, "Were you drinking with them, Goat Beard?!"
The girl on Isshin's shoulder let out a small groan and clasped her hand across her mouth, as if to hold something in. She was sweaty, and smelled of heavy liquor. Toshiro grimaced at the sight of her.
"What happened?" He tried to hold his breath; she reeked so much of alcohol.
"Looks like our friend had a little too much to drink," Isshin smiled clumsily, obviously sweating due to the fact he was hoisting her on his shoulder. "Too much Whiskey'll do that to you," He mused, almost reminiscing. He looked at Karin, "Mr. Asano and I are going to put Tatsuki to bed in your room if that's okay," He glanced at Yuzu too.
Both girls nodded, Tatsuki looked like she needed to lay down, fast. "That's fine," Karin said softly, staring in amazement at Tatsuki, who looked near unconsciousness.
"Rukia," Isshin glanced at the female Soul Reaper, his gaze sharpening and growing more stern. "Your friend's had a little too much also…"
"It's alright," Rukia answered, nodding her head curtly, "I'll get Renji and we'll leave here, so he doesn't break anything else or cause a stir."
Isshin nodded, making a small smirk on his lips. "Thank you, Rukia." She'd never seen him this stern or serious before. It was almost frightening; she didn't know what to make of it, except that Renji must be extraordinarily drunk. To be honest, she'd never even seen him drink before.
"Go on, Rukia," Karin nudged her forward, and Captain Hitsugaya nodded his head deeply; he was ready to leave this dreadful place.
Rukia timidly walked into the kitchen, the others outside giving her space and backing from the doorway almost silently. She looked in the doorway as she took a step and spotted Renji at the kitchen table immediately. She let out a small gasp.
The table bore several small clear glasses; some turned over, alongside three large jugs that had the trace of brownish-orange liquid on the corners of the glass. If Renji and Tatsuki had consumed all this liquor, it was a hellish amount, definitely more than a human should consume in a single sitting.
Renji was standing, but his hands were slammed against the table for support, his crimson hair half in the ponytail at the back of his head, the other half hanging in his face that was looking toward the ground. His breath was in deep quiet breaths, sweat beading on his brow. Rukia could smell the whiskey from the few feet away that she was standing.
She moved slowly towards him, stepping over the crinkling porcelain under her feet. It appeared as if the two had tried to pull more glasses from the cabinet, but ended up pulling down a set of china instead. White pieces of china, like bits of a hollow's mask, were scattered across the linoleum.
"Renji?" Rukia asked softly, reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder.
The Soul Reaper looked up so quickly, Rukia nearly yelped in fright. His eyes were bloodshot, looking at her as if she was far away. "R—Rrrukia," He slurred. "'Sow's, err, Swhere's ya been, Rukia?" He asked, an almost cheerful sarcastic grin bearing on his face, "You're late for the contest."
Rukia glared at him and tried to steady him to his feet, as he was swaying unsteadily in his place; she was afraid he'd fall and crack his head open if she didn't do something to help. "Contest?" I've never seen him this drunk! Then again, when's the last time he ever drank?
"Yeah, Ti—Tatsu—ukiki—and I were havin' a drinkin' contest," He stammered and fell against Rukia, looking down at her as she held him up. "I'm a man, Rukia," He stated in drunken triumph, referring to having successfully out-drank Tatsuki with the 'man's drink' of whiskey. But Rukia didn't know that's what he meant.
She stared in angry incredulity at him, "I know you're a man, Renji," She stated, her eyes narrowed; she realized why she'd never seen him drunk. Who would want to be around him when he's like this?
"Nah, nah you don't," Renji stuttered angrily, as Rukia tried to get him away from the table. "Let's get another d-d-drink and—and I'll show you," He reached out his arm feebly towards one of the cabinets, the one where the broken dishes had came from.
"No, Renji," Rukia, who had one arm hoisting Renji up, tried to swing around and grab his arm to stop it.
The arm changed course and instead wrapped itself around Rukia's waist. She was happy in that instant that he'd decided not to go for the drink, but quite unsure what to make of this new move.
"Renji, are you okay?" Rukia glanced up at him. The whiskey didn't reek as bad once you were used to it, but he still looked on the verge of collapse. "I don't think you've drank this much before."
"I'm a man, Rukia," Renji slurred proudly, his chest stuck out despite his drunkenness, "I can take this stuff."
Rukia's eyes narrowed in fury; he was starting to tick her off with his drunken stupor. "Renji, that's it, we're leaving now…I don't think you could last another minute in your state anyway!" She started to walk him swiftly out the door, but he grabbed her body as if it was a rag doll and backed it against the wall near the table, blocking them from view of the crowd.
Renji had her pinned against the wall, his hands now gripping her shoulders. Her knees seemed to almost bend as she was propped against the wall, her arms almost trembling at her sides.
She was about to yell out something about his stupidity and how he could have hurt her just then, but the drunken Renji didn't offer her a chance to do this. Instead, he bent down and fiercely dove in to connect his mouth and hers.
Renji kissed Rukia so hard, she thought that her head might crash through the wall into the living room. His mouth sucked on hers, his breath intoxicating and strong, almost making her head fuzzy as Renji's hands slowly slid down Rukia's smooth arms and tucked around her waist, pulling her in to him, his crimson hair falling against her head and shoulder.
He rubbed her back with his large hands as he drunkenly tilted his head from her, disconnecting the kiss, his reddened eyes glancing down at her as his mouth formed a smug look of satisfaction.
Rukia stared at him with a look that bridged the feelings of confusion, terror, ecstasy, and pure unadulterated rage.
Renji leaned back towards her, "Rukia…"
She punched him so hard in the face; he ricocheted off cabinets beside them and tumbled into the living room floor, amidst a group of curious and confused people. All of who had not witnessed what had just happened.
Toshiro stared at Renji lying unconscious on the floor to Rukia, who was wiping her mouth, looking both stunned and oddly pleased with herself. She glanced at Jinta and Ururu.
"You two go upstairs and grab some of Ichigo's boxes and meet us outside. We can get the rest tomorrow." The two employees nodded hesitantly and turned to the stairs.
She looked down at the limp Vice Captain's body drooling below her, her mind filled with a million thoughts, but none of them making any sense to her. The most obvious thoughts were why would you do something like that, Renji? Is that really the effect of alcohol on you? And then, surprisingly to her…
She found she wanted him to do it again.
She quickly threw these thoughts from her mind and turned at the Captain in front of her. "Toshiro, help me carry Renji…I think we've overstayed our welcome here tonight."
"I agree," He stated with no reluctance, much to Karin's dismay. She had hoped they would stay longer; she really didn't have any time to be around Toshiro at all. The captain looked down at Renji, his eyes mingled with disgust and pity, "Who knew he was such a light weight…"
"Toshiro," Karin timidly called his name as him and Rukia drug Renji across their arms and started walking out the door. The white haired boy turned and glanced at her indifferently.
"What?"
"Can I come and see you guys tomorrow?"
The Captain turned and gave her a curious stare. Why was she asking him?
"Toshiro," Rukia was struggling holding half of Renji up, "We have to go, before he wakes up." She didn't want the events of the kitchen repeated…at least, not in front of all these people.
"Y-yes," Toshiro replied quickly, and Karin's eyes lit up, "You can come by…of course. It's not my place to say no." He turned and the three walked out the door, leaving a hopeful Karin, excited by this acceptance, and a very confused audience including Yuzu and Isshin standing in the living room.
"Wow," Yuzu breathed, stunned at the incident.
"Yeah…" Isshin stared at the three leaving with wide eyes, "Who knew my Daughter could punch like that!?" He shouted happily, and the other guests laughed out loud, resuming their conversation as if nothing had ever happened.
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