Title: Forgotten Homework
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: R (citrus-y, lime-ish...)
Characters: (A myriad of people... mentioned) Renji/Ichigo
Word Count: 1,068
Author Note: (curses softly under her breath) I knew I shouldn't have messed with it… No! I shouldn't have posted in the summary that the new chapter was a lemon… Stupid! (bangs head on nearest wall) I'm reposting this because it was was murdered due to the lemon I chanced to put up in the latest chapter. This first drabble consists of Ichi-bon and Renji. It's spoiler-ish, I guess, because it takes place around the latest chapters. I jumped ahead a little bit and used my imagination. (smile)
Forgotten Homework
The dysfunctional group parted way two blocks from the Kurosaki clinic. Yumichika and Ikkaku went one way, arguing loudly about some trivial matter, a distressed Keigo stuck between them for he was now hosting them at his house. Hitsugaya, after glancing around warily, took to the rooftops. Ichigo glanced to his left and found Rukia heading down a side street with Rangiku.
"Girls' night out," the brunette shouted to him with a wide smile. "I'll see you at school tomorrow!" She waved and turned back around.
"Aa…" Ichigo mumbled, slinging his case over his shoulder as he continued home. He cracked open an eye and took note of the crimson red bobbing alongside him.
Renji waited, hands tucked deep into the pockets of Karakura High's school slacks, as the building was opened. Ichigo sensed no threatening presence of his father and heard nothing resembling his little sisters. A note was tacked to the fridge and he ripped it off after quickly scanning it, opening the door; the rest of the family would be back tomorrow morning.
"Did you want something?" Ichigo asked his guest as he helped himself to a bottle of water. The redhead shook his head slightly. "Your loss." Ichigo tossed the empty plastic bottle into the trash and they continued up to his room. He had a distinct notion of why the usually rowdy Shinigami was so quiet: Arrancar.
Everyone had experienced their first fight with the new, special species of Hollow created by the traitorous Sousuke Aizen; Ichigo knew he was a little shaken up. "Mi casa es tú casa," he mumbled as he emptied his school case onto the desk. "I have an essay to write."
"The one from your English class?"
"It's your English class, too. You could try reinforcing your guise as a high school student and do homework."
"Already went to school," Renji stated, glancing out of the single window in the boy's room. "Besides, this is your world, not mine."
"Once… it was yours."
The redhead smirked and pushed himself away from the wall, crossing the room. "Before you were even thought of, kiddo." He freed his right hand from the pocket and grasped Ichigo's chin between his fingers, tilting the boy's head upward. "How long are you going to ignore me?"
"I told you… I have to write that paper," Ichigo snapped, jerking his head away.
The sounds of a frenzied scuffle ensued, audible throughout the empty house, followed by a crash. Pens and pencils rolled to a stop on the floor and papers fluttered downward. The two bodies had fallen just out of the reach of the setting sun's light as it poured through the window, casting them into shadow.
Renji smiled smugly up at the boy, his eyes hiding nothing. "…Then can I finish my paper?" Ichigo grumbled.
"Fine by me," the Sixth Division Vice Captain chuckled.
§§§
The streetlamps were now on, all light seeming to flood Kurosaki Ichigo's dark room. The shadows shifted, only they weren't shadows. Entangled, naked, were the two earlier occupants of the room.
Guiding a hand along Renji's thigh, Ichigo clasped the underside of his knee and helped to lock the appendage around his waist. He gently latched onto the soft earlobe with his teeth and nibbled. Renji's right arm fell from the orange hair and landed in the patch of light. His fingers twitched ever so and soon became entwined with the substitute Shinigami's.
"Abarai…"
The following morning, the door to class 1-3 slammed open and Ichigo stormed in. Students gathered in back of the room parted like the Red Sea for him and he made his way to his desk, dropping into the seat and slamming his case down. Renji strolled in moments later, a wide grin on his face and eyes hidden behind dark shades. As he made his way to his seat, Kurosaki slouched down in his chair and kicked the desk in front of him further away.
Inoue flinched, joining almost all the other students in staring at the boy. Ishida remained motionless and nonchalant near the window. Before anyone could comment on the boy's behavior, the second door at the front of the class opened then closed behind their teacher.
"Abarai-kun, take those off and fix your desk."
Ichigo's scowl tore a hold in the back of his head and he laughed, placing the dark objects atop his head. "Can I, just for today, sit between the school's two best?" Freeing his other hand from his pocket, the Shinigami properly fixed his desk between Rangiku's and Inoue's.
The female Vice Captain shot him a look that read along the lines of "What did you do now?"
Ignoring her, he took a seat. "There."
The woman blinked once behind her glasses then sighed, placing her hands flat atop the podium. "All right. Now that that's settled, is there anyone that didn't complete the assignment for today?" Renji raised his hand proudly, along with Yumichika, Ikkaku, and a few other true students of Kurakara High. "Kurosaki-kun?"
All heads swiveled around to stare at the back of the classroom where the orange-haired substitute Shinigami had his hand up. Even Ishida glanced over his shoulder.
"A first," the teacher murmured, pushing up her glasses. "Care to explain?"
Ichigo shot Renji a subtle, heated glare then shook his head. "Not really."
"It's because of me," the redhead suddenly spoke, standing.
"Sit down and shut up," Ichigo hissed, fingers digging gouges in the wood of his desk.
"He really did try to do his paper yesterday," Renji continued, rubbing the back of his neck as he grinned. "But… we ended up having hot, 'steam-up-the-windows', sex and—"
Ichigo now stood, his shoulders rising and falling in rhythm with his chest and deep pants.
Renji straightened his back and the desk thrown at him—Ichigo's was currently missing—fell to the floor. "Itai…"
"Well." At the front of the room, the woman rapped a ruler against the edge of the podium to once again gain everyone's attention. "An understandable reason. I'm sure you used protection?"
"No. The latex material's bothersome. We did it… au natural," Renji drawled. He laid his cheek atop his upraised hand, his lips curving upward in a lazy, yet coy smirk.
The sudden deathly silence seemed to stretch on for an eternity until everyone soon clamored at the window, several grabbing at Ichigo to keep him from jumping.