Title: Sets
Inspiration: Random thought particles sleeting through my brain
Pairings/Characters: Renji, two cameos from elsewhere
Warnings: Switching from instory to offstory, might be confusing
A/N: You know this would happen if they were real actors.
These were the best days.
Renji looked up into pale blue sky, watched the clouds spread over the expanse of azure emptiness, let himself drift into non-thought. On such days, he could really stop thinking. Especially about his confusion over the Kuchiki adopted-siblings, and definitely stop thinking about how much he wanted to marry Rukia and how badly he wanted to kiss his taichou.
"Oi! Pineapple!"
Of course, such days didn't last long.
"Stop calling me pineapple!"
Renji frowned. Then he sat up. He wasn't the person who yelled that, although he was supposed to. Over on the other side of the roof, a dark-haired kid with a deep green jacket was talking very loudly with a blonde. The boy had his hair in a high ponytail. The blonde girl had hers in four ponytails. They weren't shinigami.
Odd, that.
"If you won't respond to my pages of course I get to insult you," the girl was saying.
"Tch, the batteries were dead. I was resting after my mission with Team 10, woman. Now scoot and let me cloud-watch in peace."
"Uh..." Renji had to interrupt. "Who are you and what are you doing in Seireitei?"
The dark-haired kid raised a thin brow. He looked pissed and sleepy at the same time. "This is the Konohagakure outdoor studio. I think you got yourself into the wrong set."
Renji looked about him. Then he chuckled embarrassedly, and hopped off. No wonder Urahara hadn't yelled at him at all for the past twenty minutes.
"Where the heck is Renji? Bya-kun has been waiting for him for ages!" fretted Yoruichi.
"In the meantime, Urahara," said Byakuya, striding over to executive producer-director-scriptwriter-pervert, "Let's renegotiate the cutting of the rated scene, shall we?