Gah. I'm sorry. I made both Ichigo and Renji a bit OOC in this chapter. ;3; Blah. I wrote the dream down while I was actually watching the 17th episode. Its amazing how much of a weak ass Ichigo was compared to like... 180 episodes later. He is still getting his ass kicked though, but whatever.
"Ichigo! Ichigo, wake up!" Ichigo was waken by a violent shaking. He was in a cold sweat, his whole body shivering and a pain in his left shoulder was still lingering. Renji was standing beside Ichigo's bed, arched over him a bit. "Were ya havin' a bad dream or something? You've been yellin' an' screamin' for a good thirty minutes." The redhead said. It sounded like he was tired; his words were slurred more than usual. But having troubles understanding what Renji said was the least of Ichigo's problems. "Ya look really pale. You alright?" It was still dark out so he couldn't see the clock. It must've been in the middle of the night. Lost in thought, a hand pressed up against Ichigo's forehead and his eyes darted open. "D-don't touch me!" Despite the gentleness of the touch, the hand was immediately slapped away. The shocked expression on Ichigo was replaced with both anger and fear. "Woah. I was just trying to be nice. What the matter?" Without another word from Ichigo, he pushed Renji out of the way, jumped up and sprinted out the door. Like he cared where he was going. Back in the cabin was a very confused Renji and angry, tired cabin mates.
Ichigo found himself back in the washrooms, standing under the shower with steaming hot water washing away the pain in his shoulder. What the hell was that? I mean, it was a dream, but it felt so... real. You don't actually physically feel the pain! You're not supposed too! Ichigo was in the shower for a good 45 minutes and all he did was stand there. Thinking. The water had run out of hot water for a while a now, and was lukewarm. Ichigo couldn't care less. The only thing on his mind was that dream.
"Tch. You cant even ask what your Zanpaktous' name is? A bastard like that is 2000 years old to even be my equal!" The redhead's hands grazed over the side of his zanpaktou, immediately transforming. 'W-wha-?' Renji jumped up in the air, and despite Ichigo's injured state, he was able to block it. Only for a moment though, before the odd sword cut though his shoulder way too easily. It was cold, and Ichigo couldn't scream. His body wouldn't let him. The sword pulled back, each tooth causing extreme pain. The sword left his shoulder, and Ichigo slowly fell to his knees. The last thing he saw was the grinning face of the other, before his vision started to blur.
Was it a dream... or a memory? If it was a memory? How on earth did they get from Renji almost killing him, to them being lovers. At the moment, Ichigo couldn't imagine Renji being like that in the past. The huge gap between the two type relationships scared him. The only way to figure out if this was real or not is to ask Renji. Why does it seem like the more he figures out, the more awkward it is? Ichigo was starting to wonder why he cared about this at all. He normally would think that Renji was on something. They had never met before! But something at the back of his head was telling him to trust the redhead.
After Ichigo had calmed down a bit, he turned off the water and dressed himself in his clothes from yesterday. He didn't exactly have time to grab any clean clothes when he made the mad dash out the door. When he returned to the cabin, he slowly opened the door, not wanting to wake anyone up... again. They were all asleep, but one. Shit. Why does everything have to be so fucking complicated! Renji was sitting on Ichigo's bed in the dark. Had he been waiting the whole time? "Ichi, what the hell is up with you? Why'd you run out like that?" He hissed, not wanting to be too loud. "Nothing. I wanted to shower and I don't like it when people touch me." Ichigo simply stated.
"... at 3am? I know what you're like, Ichigo. Even if you don't remember me, I do." Renji smirked slightly. "And you like being touched. I know that too. You'd beg for me to touch you." Ichigo's face was flushed, both with anger and embarrassment. "Stop talkin' about shit I don't know about." Both didn't realize it, but the were talking at rather volume, not whispering anymore. "S-sorry. But you still didn't answer my question." The smirk off his face long gone. "I'll answer your question with another question, alright?" Ichigo said firmly and Renji nodded. "How did we meet?" He thought that if Renji explained the first time they met, and it was the exact explanation of his 'dream' (more like a flashback) then he would be 100 percent sure that he had to get his memories back. Before anything, Ichigo sat down on the bed next to Renji.
"Heh. Well, we didn't exactly meet on good terms." Check. No shit. Ichigo was keeping an imaginary check list in his head. "I was taking Rukia back to soul society, along with Captain Kuchiki. Your quincy friend - whats his face - showed up and I kicked his ass." Renji seemed quite proud of that. "Just when I was about to kill 'im, you showed up. but when you tried to attack..." Suddenly, that pained expression was on his face. Well, from what Ichigo could see. "... I counter attacked and I gave you that scar on your left shoulder." Ichigo sat there, stunned. So it was a memory! "I had a dream about it..." He said quietly. "So you've regained that memory!?" Renji said, very exited. "I guess so." Renji beamed. He had started thinking that maybe Ichigo forgot him forever, but this gave him a huge boost.
That great big blob of happiness was now hugging Ichigo, who was once again in a shocked state. "R-Renji! Stop! I can't breathe!" Although the was still being held, the grip was loosened and he was able to breathe. Renji pulled back, his eyes rather serious. "Ichigo, I'm really sorry about this." And before Ichigo could ask, he was pinned to the bed by his shoulders and a pair of lips were against his own. He was to shocked to even resist, his eyes wide and Renji's closed. The slight nibble to his bottom lip brought him out of the trance. "R-Renji! Get off of me!" He tried to avoid the kiss by turning his head, and too his surprise the assault on his mouth stopped, and Renji looked down at Ichigo. "Ichi... I miss you so much." His voice was almost as sad as his facial expression. Ichigo's eyebrows furrowed, and Renji once again attached their lips, without the force. Maybe just this once.... Ichigo grabbed Renji's tattooed forearms gently and his eyes drifted shut. He made the slightest noise when Renji nibbled on his bottom lip again, this time able to enjoy it. Ichigo shivered when the abused lip was licked, and he was hesitant, but welcomed the other muscle inside. His tongue was being caressed and his mouth explored until Ichigo was left out of breath and panting. "R-Renji..."
Click.
There they were. The other cabin mates standing beside the bed a distance away, in awe. It looked like they were wide awake. Both of them didn't realize until one of them had the courage to cough. Immediately, Ichigo's face turned a dark, dark red. Now he knew what the rumor of the year was going to be.
Oh ho ho. I was almost about to take the whole kissing thing to the next level but I stopped myself. Review please? 3 I love them!