A/N: These are partly my thoughts on busses. I hate them! they're yucky and warm an... ick. oh well. A very short chapter horribly short actually.
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Chapter 5... Busses
Busses. Busses were even more horrible than knitting. Renji knew this because he was currently sitting in one. They were going on a fieldtrip apparently, and the bus was filled with him, and Ichigo's classmates. They'd gotten assigned someone to sit with, sadly… Renji sat next to Ichigo. Which made him remember those "horrible" three nights of sleeping in the same bed as the younger man next to him. They weren't speaking, so it was just Renji and his thoughts.
Back to the bus musings. Even though it wasn't overly packed with people, the bus was still very warm and smelled sweat and was really sticky in general. Renji was dying for some fresh air, of course, he could stick his head out through the bus window (if he opened it… which was against the rules) however, that would mean leaning over Ichigo and just… no.
Renji picked up the water bottle he'd luckily brought along and drank some. The water wasn't cold anymore, but at least it was wet. And since it was wet, it was better than nothing, and at the time, Renji wasn't picky.
Renji glance out the window, firmly ignoring Ichigo who was currently glaring holes in the seat in front of him, outside there seemed to be endlessly many green fields. They reminded him of the part of Rukongai where he and Rukia had grown up. He fell back in memories, only to be shaken awake when the bus bounced and started to shake and cringe due to the uneven and bumpy road it was driving on.
Busses were health hazards. They were warm enough to make you delirious, it was crappy in turns and shook enough when driving to wake up a dead man, a bunch of weird sounding noises came from the front of the bus, and its speed slowed down until it stopped. Fucking shit, the bus' engine had broken down. There was another reason for Renji to hate buses.
The gym teacher, who'd, tagged along for the trip, told all males to stand up. Then he studied every single one of them closely before saying: "Alright. Abarai, Kurosaki and Yasutora, you three, go outside. After we get the motor running you'll have to push the bus a bit to get it running smoothly again. I want no objections."
Renji twitched, Sado just went out and Ichigo's face had darkened immensely before he left the bus. Renji took a sigh of relief as he came outside. While it was still hot and the sun was shining, there was a small cool breeze that just made Renji happy.
Busses. Yes, they really, really sucked in Renji's opinion, and having to push a bus along with only two other males made him hate them even more. No, busses took the place as the bane of Renji's existence and therefore pushed knitting out of its place. And as a now even sweatier Renji sat down to a sweatier Ichigo, he couldn't help but to plot a revenge action towards the gym teacher… maybe something nasty smelling in his desk or something.
Owari
A/N: It was short. It sucked. I'm tired. Reviews are appricated, tell me what I do wrong. By that I mean constructive critisism not flaming. Though I doubt this story is even worth it. Oh well. ...ZzZzZz...
