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Orange Blossoms

By: Belle Keat

Disclaimer: I do not own and
am not affiliated with Bleach or anyone who owns/holds rights to
Bleach. This fanfiction is strictly for entertainment purposes. No
profit or award/reward is being garnered from this fanfiction.

Warning: humor, language,
possible OOC, implied shounen ai, alcohol

Summary: Ichigo refuses a
drink that Renji made for him, resulting in a fight.

Prompt set: Indigo

Prompt: 03, Mixed Drinks

Date: 5/16/08

Word Count: 711

Orange Blossom: 2 oz gin, 1
oz orange juice, 1 tsp sugar, 1 orange slice (optional). In shaker
half-filled with ice cubes combine gin, orange juice and sugar. Shake
well, strain into cocktail glass, garnish with orange slice.

Reference:
http://www.barbrews.com/drinks/orange-blossom.aspx

A/N: This is horrible, I
know. I apologize in advance for inflicting it upon you. I have been
out of the loop for a while as I hadn't had the motivation to write.
The ideas, yes. The motivation, no. Anyway, it's been a while so it
sucks. Please take that into consideration.

Abarai Renji was getting
sick and tired of Ichigo's emo attitude. He was fully aware that
Ichigo was still young even by human standards. And that was another
thing, Ichigo was human. But, this emo shit was getting old. Why did
humans have to be so emo about shit? And to top it all off it was
rubbing off on Rukia.

“I don't see what yer
problem is, Ichigo. It's not even sake!” Renji insisted,
pushing the glass over to the offended-looking Shinigami
Representative.

“I don't care! I'm
too young to drink for one thing! And for another, I'm not drinking
any kinda drink that has the name “orange” in it.”
Ichigo insisted, pushing the glass back over to his redheaded
comrade.

“Listen, yer getting
on my last damn nerve. I went through the trouble of makin this
stupid thing for you, the least you can do is drink it! So what if it
has “orange” in the fucking name? Everybody knows yer
hair's orange and here's a fucking newsflash for ya. Nobody cares!!”
Renji cupped his hands over his mouth to yell that last part before
pushing the glass once more toward the offended carrot top.

“Yer just tryin to
make me look stupid!” Ichigo yelled, standing up immediately
with a growl to his tone.

“Nobody cares what
you look like! Besides, you do a good enough job of makin yerself
look stupid for everybody!” Renji yelled, also getting up. He
was about to leap over the table when he suddenly had a mouthful of
Ichigo's fist.

“I'm gonna pretend I
didn't hear that!” Ichigo shouted, though he had clearly
already not followed through on that statement before he'd even made
it.

“Oi! That was a dirty
trick, I wasn't ready, teme!” Renji yelled, leaping over the
table, spilling the drink that had started the fight to begin with,
and tackling Ichigo to the ground.

As the two men rolled
around on the floor, punching, kneeing and otherwise trying to injure
the other in hopes of getting their points across. It was too bad
that neither of them likely had the sense to realize that they had
forgotten the point once by the second time Ichigo had refused the
drink.

Rukia had had quite enough
of this. Every time they saw each other they couldn't seem to be in
the same room, or at least anywhere within earshot or seeing distance
of each other or they would get into some type of knock-down,
drag-out. It was ridiculous! She went over and picked up the glass
that had previously contained the Orange Blossom that Ichigo had
refused due to the affiliation of the name of the drink and the color
of his hair.

She went over to kick each
idiot in the ass and watched them tumble. When they finally stopped,
staring at her with indignant looks, she folded her arms and waited
for whatever stupidity they were going to come up with to say to her.

“What the hell was
that for?!” They opted for, in unison no less. Well, that was
fine with her, at least that meant she didn't have to listen to their
stupidity in different intervals.

“I'll tell you what
the hell that was for! You are so rude! You, Ichigo, could've at
least tried the drink! But, Renji, you should have known better than
to mix him this drink in the first place, knowing how sensitive he is
about things like that!” Rukia was just plain tired of this.

“Sensitive?!”
Ichigo cried, outraged indignation evident in his voice.

“Yes, sensitive!”
Rukia insisted. “And WHY can't you two keep your hands off of
each other for two seconds when you're both in the same room?!”
Rukia cried out.

They looked at her as if
she'd grown a second head, before they looked at each other the same
way.

It was only a second later
before they jumped two feet away from one another.

“PERVERT!!”
they each cried at the same moment, both pointing at each other.

A vein above Rukia's left
eye began to twitch. However, she decided to keep her mouth shut
about the fact that Renji had learned to make that drink just for
Ichigo.

Renji would just owe her
one.

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