Thanks for your reviews, I'm always grrateful for others' points of views on things. (And I hope no one gets offended by the random sprinkles of Renji/chigo... it's not really intentional, but when yer a hardcore Yaoi fan like me... things tend to turn out like that wether ya want them to or not. But I think I've managed to do it pretty subtelty at the least.)
Oh and I really hope they're not completely out of character... that would be bad.
man how I rant on today...
Don't own Bleach, never have never will.
Chapter 7… Tricks and Teasing
Tricking people could be a hell of a lot of fun in Renji's opinion. Making fun of them was a thing he liked to do to. Once, on Halloween, he'd dressed as the soul reaper (or whatever the humans called him) and knocked on a door, the thing was that he acted like the real thing, good enough to almost make the woman answering the door faint. Man, her face was worth a million bucks at the moment he grinned and told her he was just joking.
Making fun of people was also a really fun thing to do. Like recently, ever since that drunken night, he'd gone around calling Ichigo by a new name. The name he was stuck with now was; Deathberry. Ichigo, while it wasn't really the correct meaning of this particular Ichigo's name, (and Renji knew this) could mean strawberry. And he WAS a substitute shinigami, and shinigamis are death god's after all, hence the name Deathberry.
He'd never gotten the idea if it hadn't been for that tattoo, oh how he laughed at it. Of course, he didn't tell anyone about it, Ichigo had made that perfectly clear that that was restricted area. And while Renji wasn't a genius, getting threatened to get your intestines pulled out through your throat and then be strangled with them would make ANYONE realize that it wasn't a good idea to disobey. (And the looming cloud of terrifying reiatsu filled with bloodlust really could help to tip in on how serious the guy was… really).
Oh well, it was just as fun calling Ichigo Deathberry while receiving a murderous glare from him and questioning and confused glances from the others. And Ichigo's many tries to hurt him were equally funny, but it was scary at times, but the good definitely won over the bad. For some reason, most things about Ichigo did.
Renji was thinking about some of the tricks he'd pulled on the dead spirits he had to guide to Soul Society when he was still pretty new to the 13 squads. One woman had been so set on the fact that she was going to hell (because she had stolen a candy bar, once) that she refused to let him use soul burial on her.
-Flashback-
"You'll send me to hell! I know it!"
"No, lady. Ye ain't goin' te hell."
"You're lying! I know you are! Don't come near me!"
Sigh. Alright then… suit yourself.
"Fine… I admit it, you ARE goin' te hell."
Sob.
"I knew it!"
More sobs and whimpers, and some talking to herself.
"How 'bout we make a deal?"
A puzzled look.
"A deal? What kind of deal?"
"If yah promise never to tell anyone 'bout this, then I'll send ye to heaven anyways. How about it?"
Distrust.
"Can I trust you?"
"If I can trust you."
"Alright, then it's a deal then… you'll send me to heaven and I won't tell anyone."
"Good then."
-End flashback-
Man, that woman had been fucked up. Renji still felt his eye twitch slightly, even at only remembering it. How much wrong has there have to be in your head for you to believe that you're going to hell because of a candy bar? Seriously, it was ridiculous. That was one of those times when Renji was really glad that he was a good liar and trickster.
A new morning in school, same daily routines all over again, the teasing is ALWAYS the first thing on the schedule. "Mornin' Deathberry." And that's always followed directly by threats. But, for some reason, today was different, very different, because Renji didn't get a snarl in return for that comment. Something was wrong.
Ichigo grabbed Renji by the collar of his shirt and growled into his ear: "I've been nice for days by keeping this secret. I ain't the only one who got themselves a tattoo…" Renji had freaked when hearing about what kind of tattoo he'd gotten, and where. He hoped so badly that it was just a trick or something, but when he checked in the mirror of the guys bathroom, he realized that Ichigo wasn't lying.
On his lower back, a bit above his ass, Renji had the tattoo of a sun, with a happy smiley face. If that wasn't utter embarrassment, then Renji didn't know what was. The second he found out that Ichigo wasn't tricking him, he'd instantly wished that he had been. Tricks and lies were sometimes SO much better than the truth. Because now Renji had to help Ichigo locate that tattoo parlor in which the tattoos were made, if only so that they would finds a way to get them removed.
Final note: Tricks and teasing are some of the best things on earth, when they're not directed against yourself (And sometimes when they ARE directed against yourself. It depends on the situation).
Owari
A/N: Oh well... bah. Got suggestions for something that Renji can ponder about? Share 'em. Got construktive critism? Share it. Got flames? Stuff 'em.
