'You're nuts!' Renji yelled in shock.

Shinji just laughed crazily as he dragged the redhead out of the scuffle in the café. They stumbled down the street, never stopping. One time Renji fell into the street and almost got run over by a car if Shinji hadn't dragged him off to God knows where.

'You do know what "nuts" means, right?' Renji panted when they finally stopped to catch their breath. 'Insane! Crazy! Loco! Not normal!'

'Who said I was normal?' Shinji gasped and leaned against a wall. He then leveled his gaze with Renji and winked. 'I like living on the edge, baby!'

'Fucking psycho,' Renji muttered. He looked around. Where were they anyway?

'Well,' Shinji sighed and straightened out his button up off white shirt. 'Since you got nothing to do and I got nothing to do, I thought we'd hang out. You like mini golf?'

Renji blinked in surprise.

'Woah, woah, woah! Who gave you the right to decide I got nothing to do?' Renji demanded and scowled. 'I gotta find Ichigo! God knows what happened to him when that fight broke out!'

'And anyway, I am not spending time with this creep! Who knows what gay guys mean by "mini golf",' Renji thought and shuddered. He pulled out his cellphone and walked a few feet away from Shinji.

'Come on, come on, get a signal,' he muttered. The phone began to ring. He grinned. Yes!

Couple of rings later, someone picked up. And wherever that someone was that place was playing really, really loud music that Renji had to keep the phone a few centimeters away from his ear.

'Ichigo?' he yelled into the mouthpiece. He heard a laugh that he distinctly recognized as Ichigo's. 'Ichi, where are you?'

'Huh? Renji?' Ichigo's voice buzzed. 'I-Grimm! Cut that out! It's-hey! That tickles! Hahaha! Okay, okay! Renji, I-!'

The phone clicked off. Renji stared at his phone. What the hell just happened?

'Any luck?' whispered a teasing voice in his ear as arms wrapped around him, trapping his arms to his sides.

'DUDE! Do you have any respect for personal space!' Renji yelped and wriggled away, his heart pounding erratically against his ribcage.

Shinji grinned lazily and leaned against a building while folding his arms.

'I'll answer your question if you answer mine,' he teased.

Renji felt his face burn him. He glared at his phone. He so hated Ichigo for getting him stuck with this guy.

'He's with Grimmjow,' Renji muttered. 'Don't know where but there's a lot of loud music so I guess he's safe.'

Shinji was quiet. Surprised, Renji looked up and saw Shinji frowning at the ground. Renji raised an eyebrow. Was Shinji upset that Grimmjow was with Ichigo? Or that Ichigo was with Grimmjow? Wait, did Shinji have feelings for Grimmjow?

His eyes widened. Maybe Ichigo had it all wrong! Maybe it was Shinji that was messing around with Grimmjow or something! It would make sense too. The way he was acting and stuff. But he couldn't jump to conclusions. This was just Renji's theory. He needed more proof. And the only way to do that was to spend time with the blonde.

Renji gulped. Great.

'So, uh, about that mini golf plan?' he said in a small voice. 'Still up for it?'

Shinji looked up in surprise. Renji almost wished he hadn't said that. What was he thinking? Was he going insane now? From the looks of things, Shinji was probably a big flirt and he might just try to get Renji to go all the way.

FUCK! He was not ready for that! He was not-

'Uh, Renji, you okay? Hellooooo?' Shinji muttered as he waved a hand in front of Renji's face.

'Huh? What? Whazzat?'

'I just said, "Sure, let's go," but you'd zoned out on me with this horrified look on your face. What? Am I that bad?'

'Wha-What? Noooo! I was just thinking of…stuff.'

'Meh. Whatever. Shall we?'

'NO!' Renji's mind screamed. Renji smiled uneasily.

'Yeah,' he squeaked.

'Oh my God, Cher, take me to heaven and douse me in cheesecake! That ass is fine with a capital F!' Shinji thought. He wiped his mouth, hoping he wasn't drooling as Renji turned around to return with his golf club.

'I've kinda never done this before,' Renji muttered nervously.

Shinji grinned widely. Oh, the number of possibilities of being able to touch said fine ass suddenly opened up with that piece of information.

'Don't worry! I'd be happy to teach you!' Shinji offered as he guided the redhead to the golfing area.

The place was littered with miniature world wonders like the Taj Mahal as well as the Rio de Janeiro statue. They started with the simple course. Basically you putt the ball through a tunnel and into the hole on the other side.

'You first,' Shinji stepped aside, hoping his smirk wasn't too obvious. Renji stared at him in surprise and clutched his club tightly.

'Aren't you going to start and show me how?' he blurted out. Shinji tapped his chin in mock thought.

'I think a hands-on teaching will do the trick,' he answered casually.

Renji's eyes furrowed in confusion as he stood in front of the tee with the golf ball perched on it. Shinji quietly sidled behind him, bringing his arms forward to grab the club, barely brushing Renji's hands. Renji jumped and tried to pull away but Shinji held him in place with the golf club as a barrier.

'Hey, you wanna learn, riigghht?' Shinji sang, bringing his body closer to Renji's tense one. Thank God he didn't have a boner or the redhead would be screaming "rape" for the entire golf course to hear.

Renji hesitated, his breathing getting lax. Then, his body relaxed but his shoulders remained stiff as he nodded to acknowledge Shinji's statement.

'Then you gotta let me teach you my way!' Shinji finished gleefully.

He helped Renji lower the club till the end was hovering in front of the golf ball. Shinji slipped his hands down so that they covered Renji's on the stick.

'Open your legs a bit,' Shinji muttered in his ear. Renji squeaked in terror which almost had Shinji laughing.

God, this guy was too much! Though maybe Shinji wouldn't mind his words meaning whatever Renji thought if they were in Shinji's bedroom…

'You need a better stance, Quatschkopf!' Shinji laughed and pushed Renji's feet apart with his own.

'What the hell does quatsi-whatever mean?' Renji said sharply. Obviously, he thought that Shinji had insulted him.

'Forget what I said and concentrate! Now, focus on transferring your energy to your arms and then swing. Not too hard or you might lose control but enough to get the ball going. Got it?'

'This is stupid.'

'You mess this up you'll look stupid. Now concentrate.'

Renji breathed deeply. Then exhaled. Shinji released his hold a little to give Renji berth to swing. The redhead had got this. Or at least, Shinji thought he did.

'What the fuck is he-?' Shinji thought as Renji pulled his club way too far and swung with it way too fast.

Before he could even move, Renji had connected with the ball and sent it ricocheted off the tunnel, out of their course, almost taking Shinji's head if he hadn't ducked, and bouncing off the Eiffel Tower before disappearing somewhere in the bushes.

'What the hell?' Shinji yelled and stared at Renji in bewilderment. 'I thought I told you not to swing that hard!'

'I didn't!' Renji yelled.

'Then what was that? A friendly pat?'

'I panicked!'

'You're playing mini golf!'

'You were making me nervous!'

Shinji raised both eyebrows. Then he grinned. Then, he began to laugh.

'Oh God, you're rich, you know that!' he guffawed and grabbed his stomach because it was hurting so much.

'Sh-Sh-Shut up!' Renji snapped. Shinji didn't have to look to know that the redhead was turning as dark as his hair.

'Okay, okay,' Shinji finally uttered, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. He grinned widely at an angry Renji. 'God, if we were dating, I'd kiss you right now.'

'I'm straight!' Renji uttered quickly and looked away, his hands fiddling with the club.

'That's what they all say before they meet me,' was what Shinji was about to say. But he didn't want to scare away his potential boy toy for the week. Hell, make it two weeks. This redhead was really making his nether regions dance.

'Cute,' he ended up saying. He tossed his club in the air before catching it. 'Guess I'm next.'

Renji quietly stepped aside as Shinji placed another golf ball on the tee and took his stance.

'Now watch a pro,' Shinji thought smugly.

'So, you bring all your dates here or something?' Renji asked. He sounded really reluctant in asking and by his tone, Shinji could tell Renji even felt uncomfortable asking. Well, he could humor the boy.

'Sometimes,' Shinji answer and kept looking from the golf ball to the tunnel, getting the best angle to score a hole-in-one. 'It's not impressive but I guess it's pretty romantic to me.'

What's so romantic about mini golf?'

'Dunno. I got to hold you for a couple of minute so you tell me.'

Shinji knew he was teasing the poor guy to bits. But he couldn't help it. It was his nature. Now he just needed to reel the guy in and-

'So, uh, do you bring Grimmjow here sometimes, too?'

'Huh?' Shinji, who had been about to swing, hit the ball too weakly and sent it wobbling off to bounce into a corner.

'I mean, well, I don't mean like a date or anything but, umm, you know, to hang out and…' Renji began to babble.

Shinji narrowed his eyes. What was this redhead getting at?

'Yeah, Grimmjow and I come here but as friends,' Shinji explained. He crossed his arms. 'Why'd you ask?'

The redhead was suddenly interested in his club's handle.

'No reason,' he replied a little too quickly. 'Just…uh…I respect bro-time and all that between a guy and his…gay best friend…'

Oh, damn! So Ichigo probably set Renji up to ask if anything was going on between him and Grimmjow! Well, not that Shinji was mad or anything, it was only logical for a boyfriend to be suspicious and not want to ask their beau directly in case it made them angry. Guess he respected that. As long as they didn't touch on the topic of Gin, Shinji was willing to deny every suspicion Ichigo had of Grimmjow.

God, Shinji was such a good friend. Grimmjow owed him so much. Like maybe a free bar tab for life.

'Woah, hey, if you think I'd hit on Grimm I'd never do that!' Shinji suddenly said. 'He's mein bester Kumpel and thinking of Grimmjow in that sense is kinda gross to me to be honest.'

Renji looked relieved. And to an extent, so was Shinji. He just hoped that was Ichigo's only suspicion.

'Well, that's good to know,' Renji exclaimed. 'I mean, Ichi-!'

He stopped himself and his eyes widened in horror. Shinji just yawned.

'It's okay! I kinda guessed Ichigo set you up to this!' he remarked with a sly grin. Then he walked up to Renji and leaned forward so that they were barely a few inches apart. 'You're kinda easy to read. Like right now I can tell you don't like me being this close to you.'

'No, so could you move, please,' Renji muttered, a tone of irritation in his voice. He was leaning back to maintain the space he preferred with Shinji. Shinji just snickered and leaned even closer.

'Keep leaning backwards and I might just have to catch you,' Shinji murmured with a raised eyebrow. 'Didn't know I had the ability to sweep you off your feet on the first date.'

'Shut up,' Renji muttered and gathered enough courage to push Shinji back so that he could straighten out.

He fixed his shirt which had ridden up from having to lean back so far. Shinji flickered his eyes down before that bit of skin was hidden from his view.

Mmm, so the redhead worked out, huh? What Shinji would give to lick those well-sculpted, toned muscles and coc-

'I wonder how long Ichigo and Grimmjow will be out for,' Renji remarked. He was now walking to the other course which was down a path behind a restaurant building, completely blocked from the rest of the crowd's view.

'Who knows,' Shinji sighed, disappointed at being interrupted from his fantasy. 'Those two hadn't seen each other for a while so maybe they're going to have a little fun. If you know what I mean.'

He winked.

'Just hope Grimmjow knows what he's doing though,' he couldn't help thinking in worry.

Sure, he looked out for Grimmjow and liked it when the blue-haired teen had some fun but he didn't want to see Grimmjow get hurt in any way.

'Wouldn't Grimmjow's parents get worried?' Renji persisted.

'Not really, no. He's a big boy. He can take care of himself.'

'Sure nobody's going to worry about him?'

Shinji narrowed his eyes. He really didn't like it if his dates talked about anyone else on their time together, regardless of whether it was Grimmjow or not. And he really didn't like where Renji was going with this either. The redhead was up to something. He kept on bringing up Ichigo and Grimmjow, Ichigo and Grimmjow. It didn't look like he was worried about Ichigo. More like…

Shinji's eyes widened.

'What the-hey!' Renji squawked as Shinji pinned him to the wall by his forearms. Their clubs clattered to the floor but Shinji wasn't paying attention. 'Shinji! What're you-!'

'You got a crush on Grimmjow or something?' Shinji demanded quietly. Renji stopped struggling and stared.

'What the-no! No! Fuck, double no! He's Ichigo's! Like hell I'd be crushing on him! Didn't I tell you I was straight!' Renji quickly explained. His wriggled his arms a little. 'Dude, could you let go of me now?'

'Huh, you're pretty loyal to Ichigo, by the way,' Shinji remarked as he let go. He bent down to retrieve their clubs. 'That's some friendship.'

'Yeah,' Renji muttered and took his club. 'I'd kinda do anything for the guy. Don't know why. I just would.'

'Yeah?' Shinji crossed his arms. 'Same with me and Grimmjow. If he needed me I'd be there without hesitation. There's just something about him that I just can't abandon him when he needs me.'

Renji tilted his head to one side in curiosity. Then, he glanced down at the club.

'Here.' He handed Shinji the club who stared at it in surprise. 'I kinda need to go. Though thanks for taking me here. I had fun.'

He turned to leave. Shinji stared at the club and then Renji's retreating back. Fuck, why couldn't he say something witty like he normally did on his dates? Why was he standing around like some idiot? Just what kinda of hold did this guy have on Shinji?

'Hey!' he managed to utter.

Renji looked over his shoulder in confusion. Shinji licked his lips. Now what?

'Uh, don't I at least get a hug?' he blurted out.

Really? A hug? He should just smash his head against the wall right now. Really? That's the best he could come up with?

'You serious?' Renji asked in surprise.

'Why would I be asking?'

'…'

'…'

'…Argh, I feel so stupid,' Renji muttered as he stomped over and hugged Shinji around the middle.

Shinji stared at the redhead now nestled against his chest. Then, he slowly brought his arms up and hugged back. He even rested his chin on Renji's head.

Hm, this actually felt nice.

'Happy?' Renji asked before he pulled away.

'No,' Shinji almost replied sullenly. That was too damn short to be called a hug in his opinion. But he let it go. Instead, he just grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck.

'See ya around I guess,' he ended up saying with a casual wave. Renji saluted and was off.

Shinji covered his face with his hand and groaned.

'Shit,' he thought. 'That guy's in love with Ichigo.'

'Damn it,' Renji muttered as he ran down the streets back to his hotel. 'Shinji's in love with Grimmjow.'

Thankies once again to danasy for translations! Hope you guys enjoyed a little ShinRenji time! Next chapter will be the dinner! And perhaps an explosion of emotions! _

TRANSLATIONS:

-Quatschkopf: silly head

-mein bester Kumpel: my best buddy