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Ornaments

By:
Vamprina

Disclaimer:
I do not own Bleach or any of it's characters/merchandise. I am not
making any money off of this fanfiction, nor am I making any kind of
profit or getting any sort of reward for this fanfiction. It is
purely for entertainment purposes only.

Warning:
Possible OOC, language, shounen ai

Dedication:
To my friend Rose, who gave me the idea for this.

Ichigo
glared at the red-haired menace standing in his living room. “What
the hell, Renji?! I have to put up with your annoying presence in my
life at Sandalhat's, and when we're fighting fuckin Hollows...not to
mention I never know when yer gonna show up and make my life
miserable at school...And now you have to show up at my house in the
fuckin daytime??” Ichigo growled out. He swore Renji was so
damn lucky his dad and sisters weren't around right now.

“What's
wrong with me showin up?” Renji asked, glaring. Here he'd
decided to be nice and pay some attention to the damned strawberry
and he got yelled at! It wasn't like any of his other stupid friends,
other than Orihime anyway, wanted anything to do with him most of the
time. It always seemed to Renji that Ichigo was only good to have as
a friend when there was a Hollow or some other kind of threat around.
Normally Renji wouldn't have cared, but Ichigo had sort of grown on
him and he felt bad for him.

“Nothing,
except that I don't know what to tell my family about you. And, not
to mention it's sort of embarrassing to have the neighbors see
somebody that looks like they just stepped out of a fucking time warp
from the 1960's.” Ichigo answered as he walked into the
kitchen.

“What're
you doing? Don't walk away from me!” Renji yelled, following
Ichigo into the kitchen as if it were his house and not Ichigo's.

“I'm
gonna make some tea, ya bastard!” Ichigo yelled, turning and
glaring. “I was trying to be nice, since you invited your damn
self over!”

“Well,
I didn't know, ya could'a told me! Most people ask first, anyway!”
Renji yelled.

“Well,
you don't get a choice! You invite yourself over, you get what you
get and that's fucking it. Now sit down at the fuckin table or I'm
gonna throw you out the window! And I won't open it first!”
Ichigo retorted.

“I'd
like ta see ye try!” Renji challenged.

Ichigo
growled and went over to the table, pulled out a chair and pointed at
it. “Sit down, shut up, and when I make your tea drink it. If
you're real good, I might throw in an edible treat.” Ichigo
said, smirking as he went over to start making the tea.

Renji
growled, but at the promise of food he sat down. Maybe he'd get more
here than he did at the Urahara Shoten. He looked up at Ichigo as he
got started on the tea, watching his ass intently whenever the
orange-haired spitfire bent to take something out of a lower cabinet
or something. Renji wasn't really paying attention to what Ichigo had
bent over for. He was occupied by the wonderful view of the boy's
ass.

“You'd
make a good wife to someone, ya know that?” Renji said,
smirking a bit. He could play the insult game just as well as Ichigo
could. Perhaps better, since Ichigo was so easily riled.

“What
the hell did you say?!” Ichigo cried out, whirling around to
face the tattooed jerk sitting at his kitchen table.

“Ya
heard me.” Renji said, smirking as he saw that Ichigo was so
flustered by the very thought that Renji would say such a thing that
he couldn't really even speak.

Ichigo gave
a sound that was almost a growl obviously born of frustration and
anger, and turned on his heel, going back to the tea he was making.

“Get
out of the kitchen!!” Ichigo yelled, pointing to the doorway.
The look on his face must have let Renji know he was not playing this
time, because the red-haired Shinigami actually did what he was told
for once. He thought, belatedly, that he should've told him to leave
the house altogether. It was too late now, though. He was likely only
allowed one moment of Renji listening to him per century.

It wasn't a
moment or two later that he heard it. A sort of muffled shout of
surprised disgust.

“What
the hell did you do now, bastard?!” Ichigo yelled from the
kitchen. He swore if Renji was tearing up his house he was going to
beat him down, up and sideways before he was through with his ass!

“This
tastes awful!” Renji yelled from the living room, as if that
explained it all.

Ichigo
blinked, quite sure there wasn't anything edible in the living room
at the moment. He sighed, he'd just have to wait until the tea was
done.

Luckily it
had almost been done when Renji yelled about something tasting bad.
He finished making it, bringing out two cups of tea on a tray as he
entered the living room. He blinked as he noticed Renji standing in
front of the fully decorated Christmas tree situated in the living
room, presents already beneath it.

“Renji,
what the hell are you doing, now? And what tasted bad?” Ichigo
asked, as he set the tray in front of the couch on the coffee table.

“This!”
Renji said, turning around and showing Ichigo a half-eaten
gingerbread man ornament.

Ichigo
blinked. “Renji...you're kidding, right?”

“No...why
would I joke about it? What is this, anyway? It's nasty as hell!”
Renji said, taking another bite.

“That's
because you're not supposed to eat it! It's an ornament for the tree!
And what the hell are you still eating it for if it tastes awful?!”
Ichigo exclaimed in exasperated irritation.

“Because,
I was hungry, bastard! What the hell would they make this look like a
cookie for if they didn't want you to eat it?!” Renji huffed,
putting the half-eaten ornament back on the tree.

“Because,
gingerbread men are just as much part of Christmas these days as that
fake pine tree is!” Ichigo yelled. “And DON'T put that
back on the tree now! It's ruined! Give it to me and I'll throw it
away.” Ichigo didn't wait for Renji to comply, he went over and
grabbed it off of the tree and left the room to throw it away.

Renji
grinned a bit as he watched Ichigo walk into the kitchen where the
trash cans were likely located somewhere unnoticeable. He went over
to the tea and picked up a cup and sipped it, smirking a bit as he
waited for Ichigo to come back.

“God,
I love watchin him walk away all huffy-like. He's so fuckin cute. And
besides that, his hips move just right when he walks away all mad.”
Renji muttered to himself, grinning as he took another sip of tea.

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