D'awe. I gave you guys a little present in the middle. Even though it probably sucks. Haha. I made a funny. :x You'll get it. So please excuse my extremely lame joke. This chapter has some sexy time for Renji and Ichigo.

I'm in a happy mood today and decided to upload the second chapter. I haven't started on the third one yet, so you'll have to wait a bit.

"Y-you... don't remember?" Renji stuttered, looking as if he would cry at any given moment. "Of course I don't. I've never met you in my life!" Ichigo shouted and pushed Renji away. "Ah... I see. I must've mistaken you for someone else. Sorry." He gave Ichigo a fake smile. How could he have forgotten? Someone doesn't forget people and events that huge...

"Anyways. I'm Ichigo Kurosaki." He held out a hand for Renji to shake. I'm just wondering why Rukia sent me if someone was already here... Ichigo shook the thought out of his mind. He would have to call Rukia - if they even had reception - and see what was up. "I'm Abarai Renji. I beleive you're in my cabin." Renji gave Ichigo's hand a shake. It was painful. He didn't want to start over with Ichigo. He wanted the old Ichigo back. His Ichigo. "Well, we should get back down there. They're probably even more worried now." Renji suggested and they walked back down the gravel pathway.

"Renji?" A woman on the other side of the telephone answered. "Rukia... why is Ichigo here?" Renji was using the telephone in the main building. "Ahhh. I sent him there for a mission. Why? Aren't you happy? You guys get to meet each other again!" Rukia chirped, quite proud of herself for reuniting these two. "Yeah I'm happy I guess... Ichigo doesn't remember anything, though." It was silent for a bit too long. "Well... why don't you tell him?" Renji laughed. "Yeah. That'll go well. 'Hey Ichigo. You don't know me apparently, but we used to be lovers. I took your virginity. Surprise!' Yeah, I'm sure that'll work." He frowned "Listen Rukia. If anyone knows what happened to him, it would be Captain Kurotshuchi. Can you ask him for me?"

"Yeah, sure. But try and figure out something that could trigger is memory if it is just a psychological thing. Maybe bring something about his past up. It might not work, but it is better than sitting around and doing nothing, ne?" Rukia suggested softly. She could tell how much this hurt Renji.

"But why is it that he only forgets me!?" He said perhaps a bit to loudly.

"Renji, I don't know. I will go ask Captain Kurotshuchi like you requested. But I can't promise you that he will remember, alright?"

"Right. Thanks Rukia." Renji hung up then let out a long, sad sigh. "Ichigo..."

The whole time a certain strawberry was standing beside the doorway, shocked, confused, and... guilty? For some reason he felt that this was his fault. It looked like he wasn't going to need to call Rukia after all. That was enough information for him.

For the rest of the day, Renji and the rest of this cabin - including Ichigo - just stayed in and unpacked, getting to know everyone in the process. Ichigo didn't say a word. All he did was think, and hard. What exactly happened? Why did I lose my memories? Did I want to forget them? Does that mean they're bad? It drove Ichigo insane. Why couldn't he remember? If what Renji said was true - about them being lovers and all - it would be impossible for him to forget the man who was his lover, and the same one who took his virginity. Just the thought of that made his face turn a tad darker. "What about you Ichigo?" An unfamiliar voice asked him. Probably one if his cabin mates. It's not like he paid attention to them. "Uhm. Sorry, what?" Ichigo snapped out of it. "Do you want a candy?" Candy wasn't allowed in the cabins, but Renji let them eat in anyways, which gained a lot of respect from his cabin. "Sure." He was handed the piece of cinnamon candy and ate it. It tasted familiar. Well, it tasted like cinnamon - no shit- , but it tasted like something that wasn't a candy, and it was just something else to put on Ichigo's list of confusion.

Suddenly, Renji's cell phone rang. "What the hell! I thought you said that we had no reception here!" Half of them pulled out their own cellphones while Renji just ignored them and stepped outside. Luckily for Ichigo, the window was opened just a crack.

"So? What did he say?" Ichigo had to press his ear up to the glass to hear anything. He wasn't usually the nosy type, but if it included the man who took his virginity and totally forgetting both the person and the whole event, then it was definitely something that he wanted to figure out. "Psychological? So what do I have to do?" It was a good 5 minutes before Renji spoke again. Ichigo wanted to know what Rukia was saying so bad, it was killing him. "Alright. Thank you." Renji moved back to the door and re-entered the room, seeing Ichigo shift at the corner of his eye. The kids had put their cellphones away. "How come you get reception and you don't!" One of them said, but it was looking like they were all about to say the same thing. "Dunno." Renji simply said. He didn't want to make up some lame excuse. Well, that was a lame excuse, but it is simple and wouldn't bring up any questions. If the cellphone can call to a whole different dimension, it can call from a small island.

"Ichigo, can I talk to you outside for a minute... or two." He said and Ichigo hesitantly stood up. "Yeah... sure." Renji led them both down a small dirt path. Why were they going so far away from the cabin? Renji suddenly stopped in a small clearing, just a bit wider than the path itself. "How much did you hear?" The redhead said, not turning around. "A lot." Ichigo replied quietly. "So... you know what is going on?"

"Slightly... All I know is that I've lost all my memories of you and... us." Having a lover you didn't even know was a bit awkward, Ichigo had to admit.

"Do you know why you lost your memories?" Renji asked, his voice low. Ichigo shook his head.

"No. Sorry."

"My last question. Has there been anything that seemed oddly familiar to you?"

Ichigo hesitated a bit, and shifted. "Seeing you at the beginning of the day, and then... the cinnamon." Ichigo was still confused. What does a flavor have to do with any of this?

"Cinnamon?" Obviously, Renji was confused too.

"Hey! You said that would be the last question!" All Ichigo wanted to do was go to bed and pretend this was all a dream. He had a splitting headache, and was extremely tired.

"I know! I'm sorry! But that actually might be something!"

"Well... when I ate the candy something felt really familiar. I mean, I've had cinnamon before but I feel like cinnamon is related to something else..." Indeed it did...

"Nn...gh! Ichi..." Renji was almost completely arched over Ichigo, who was on his knees between Renji's legs. His hands clutched those silky orange locks as Renji could feel the pleasure start to coil up in his abdomen. Both were panting, but only Renji was making soft gasps and loud moans. Ichigo had a firm grip on Renji's hips as he took all of Renji in his mouth, causing him to try and buck up with no sucess. The other laughed at Renji's disoriented state, and that caused a vibration. Yes, vibration was good. Way too good. "Gods... Ichi... so close... so close." Ichigo completely wrapped his arms around Renji's waist as his head was being pushed down further, taking up more of Renji. He probably would've choked if he hadn't had so much experienced with Renji. That strong grip on his hair made spine tingle, and moaned in appreciation. Even when Renji didn't know, he was pleasuring Ichigo. "I-Ichi!" Ichigo knew that that meant and could feel Renji's whole body start to spasm and he moaned in pure bliss. The warm fluid quickly filled Ichigo's mouth, and he didn't pull away until all the spasms stopped. "Sorry Ichi..." Ichigo swallowed and ignored the apology. What was there to apologize for? He started to trail both his hands and tongue up Renji's chest. He tasted so good. He met his mouth, giving him a slow kiss, which soon escalated into a lustful one. Renji was pushed down onto the bed on which he had been sitting and Ichigo pulled away. "What the hell do you bathe in? Cinnamon?"

How could Renji forgotten?! That was their first time together! Just the though shot blood to both his face and lower regions. "A-ahem. Well, it's good to know that your memories are still there. They are just probably shoved into a corner somewhere." For some reason, that hurt Renji. Just the way he phrased it. Ichigo could also feel the tension after that last sentince. "I think we're done. You can go back now."

"Wait so you know what the cinnamon relates too?" Ichigo said, relieved that he wasn't insane.

"Yeah. But I'm pretty sure you don't want to know what." Renji said, clearing his throat once again.

"Of course I do! I want to regain my memories!" Wasn't that just saying that he wanted to be with Renji again? That brought a small blush to his face. "But I'll regain them without you telling me."

"Sounds good. You can head back without me. Tell the others than I went to the washroom to take a shower." Renji said. It wasn't a total lie, but he wasn't exactly going straight to the showers either. He had a little problem to take care of and this was probably the only private place he could get to at the moment since the showers were shared.

"Renji. I'm sorry. I'll try and remember as soon as possible." And without letting Renji reply, he headed back with his hands in his pockets.

Renji waited for him to be out of hearing range. It just so happened that Ichigo had great hearing and could hear the fumbling of a belt and the unzipping of jeans. He could already tell what was going on without thinking. He obviously still wasn't thinking when he quickly hid behind a bush that gave him a good sight of Renji. No doubt, his body still remembered Renji. Both of them already had their pants down to their ankles. "Ichi..." He moaned as he started pumping himself. Ichigo did the same, trying to be as quiet as possible by stuffing the hem of his shirt inside his mouth. This was dangerous. Way too dangerous. Even though they were lovers - and technically still are - it seemed to Ichigo like he was masturbating to someone who he had just met today. But lover or not, Renji was fucking sexy and Ichigo knew it. Anyone would be attracted to him. Ichigo whimpered as his head flew back and reached his quick climax, his fluids shooting to the ground. Renji heard it, and recognized that whimper right away. "I-Ichi... wha-" Renji was interrupted by his own climax and moaned in pleasure. Despite his lack of breath, Ichigo used the distraction to sprint to the washrooms and clean himself up.

Renji ran towards where the voice was coming from, nothing was there besides the remains of Ichigo's pleasure. He gave a small gasp, then smirked. He is still mine. He felt relieved. If this kept up, Ichigo and Renji would finally be able to be with each other again. But the question that killed him was why did he loose all the memories in the first place? It was something Renji wanted and also didn't want to know.

Ichigo quickly returned to the cabin and jumped into bed. "Oi. Where'd Renji go?". "Showers." Ichigo simply said, and quickly forced himself to sleep. It would be way too awkward to see Renji right now.

Around 20 minutes later, Renji returned and was squeaky clean. Ichigo was finally asleep, dispite the fact that his cabin was probably the loudest. That is, until Renji told them to keep quiet. Of course, every camp has to have one person that goes to sleep really early, while everyone else has to whisper at the top of their god damned lungs. Renji somehow managed to calm them all down though.

After all that chaos there was trying to get into bed - pillows and clothes were flying everywhere, sinks were overflowing, and few tried to abuse Ichigo's face with a marker - the cabin was finally quiet. All the could be heard was snoring, but in Ichigo's mind, a lot more than snoring was going on.

Yay. A longer chapter! Gah. I did the stupidest thing ever today. I was sitting down in my computer class, needed to get my teacher to check something for me so I went to go up to the front. There was a chair behind mine, and not noticing it, I did this odd swirly thing to squeeze through the desks and tripped over the chair. Thank god my hands stopped my fall, or I'd be typing thins with a broken nose. Gross.