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Title: He’s an Idiot
Arc: 2
Part: 2
Pairings: Ichigo/Urahara/Jyuushiro in various forms
Word count: 1,743
Beta’d: Cutsycat
AN: Almost forgot to post this. Oops.
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Walking into the large library, eyes sliding over the amazing amount of book shelves that were stuffed with several books, Ikkaku shoved his hands into his jeans, wandering down the aisles as he looked for Ichigo. Finding the young Shinigami, he stood at the end of the aisle and watched the kid as he pulled down a book, opened it, read over a part and then slid it back onto the shelf.
Ichigo looked up from where he was standing before raising an eyebrow at him, pulling another book down from the shelf.
Ikkaku smirked slightly at the sight of Ichigo in a pair of purple rimmed glasses that were sliding down the pert nose.
“Hey there, Ichigo. Mind if I talk with you?” he asked, strolling down towards the other male as Ichigo looked at the book and put it down onto a metal cart that had several other books on it already.
“I don’t mind. What do you need?” Ichigo asked as he started to push the cart towards where his stuff sat, waiting for him to find his books and walk back to the desk. The area around him was clear of anyone being there, allowing him the needed privacy that Ikkaku was hoping for. As the younger male sat down, he pulled off his glasses and set them aside. “So what can I help you with? Hanatoru-kun or Yumichika-san aren’t sick, are they?”
Ikkaku smiled and shook his head with a smile. “No, they’re not. But we’re having some problems with Hana’s ass of an ex,” he stated, shrugging as he frowned heavily at the thought of Ganju.
“Ganju Shiba wasn’t it?” Ichigo asked, picking up a pen and tapping it on the table as he frowned heavily in thought.
“Yeah. Hey, aren’t you friends with him?” Ikkaku asked, raising an eyebrow at Ichigo, getting a heavy scowl from the younger man.
“Fuckin’ asshole decided that just because I’m not formally trained through the academy that I can’t know shit,” he growled, turning away from Ikkaku as he tried not to break his pencil, knowing that at the moment, it was his only one and he wasn’t going to break it over that ass of an ex-friend.
“You? Not know anything?” Ikkaku barked out a laugh, shaking his head with a smile, eyes dancing as he shrugged with a leer. “Not only did you kick the ass of a fully trained, very powerful Shinigami where not even Yamamoto-soutaicho could, but you have achieved bankai at the age of 15, months before your sixteenth birthday. You can kick anyone’s ass now after so many years of training and fighting,” he stated, watching a flush spread over cheeks.
“Shut up,” Ichigo huffed before he shook his head and smiled slightly. “I guess it’s one of those things where he thinks going to an academy is better than one on one training. So I kinda stopped talking to the ass after he tried to convince me to leave my human life early. I’m going to have to leave before I turn 40 anyways, so why am I going to shorten it even more just to go to an academy where I can run circles around the teachers? Even my kido is getting better.”
“Yeah, you’re gonna end up a taicho by the time you come to Seireitei, there is no doubt about it,” Ikkaku stated, shaking his head with a smirk. “Anyways, the idiot’s been trying to fuck with our relationship with Hanatoru and pissing me and Yumichika off something fierce. We’ve stated that he’s ours, that no one is allowed to fuck around with him or anything like that but he’s intent on really ticking me and Yumi off.”
“Sounds like he wants what he can’t have,” Ichigo drawled, waving his pencil at Ikkaku, an eyebrow twitching at the thought of the other man trying to fuck with an obviously happy relationship. “Damn, what is the idiot thinking? I’m surprised you haven’t seen his sister coming after him and kicking his ass for his attitude.”
“I think he’s been playing a good boy for her when he’s not at the eleventh and not been telling her what he has been doing in the last few months,” Ikkaku said slowly, rubbing at his chin with a frown tugging at his mouth once more. “Even taicho is getting annoyed by the bullshit that Shiba has been pulling lately.”
“Tell me what he’s been doin’,” Ichigo requested, lacing his fingers together and leaning forward as he stared at the other man with a curious expression on his face.
“Between just being an annoyin’ pain in the ass, he’s been late to at least 3 shifts every two weeks, which is not good considerin’ that taicho likes to have a meeting to go over for the day’s plans before shifts start. That’s also about the time that we’re supposed to get what we’re doin’ for the day for anyone not me, taicho, fukutaicho, or Yumi-chan.” Ikkaku rubbed at his face as he sat back, face thoughtful. “Hell, even Yachiru is getting irritable and those who are forced to watch her are about ready to kill whoever is pissing her off.”
“Damn, this is bad,” Ichigo sighed, shaking his head once more. Rubbing at his head, he let his head fall back and his eyes shut. Ikkaku allowed himself to indulge in looking at the pretty male before him.
He and his lover’s had really talked about Ichigo over the last few months, wondering just how they would help him find someone to make him happy and they all agreed that while Ichigo was strong, his build was lean. He was meant for face to face melee combat instead of brute strength and it showed in the way he moved and the way he was built. Ichigo wasn’t also quite handsome, but was more on the pretty side when he wasn’t scowling.
Not that a lot of people knew that since Ichigo was more likely to scowl then smile or have a soft look on his face.
But Ikkaku, Yumichika and Hanatoru had all seen a soft look of some kind on the young Shinigamis face, and they all knew that only Urahara, and surprisingly enough, Jyuushiro, had seen them to. All five men could happily say that he was, simply put, gorgeous.
“So, not only is he trying to break you guys up and play the knight in shining armor, so to speak, but he’s also slacking off of his duties?” Ichigo finally said, startling Ikkaku out of his mental contemplation of his friend.
“Yeah.” Ikkaku shook his head and leant forward, resting his elbows on the table with a look of concentration. “We need to figure out what we need to do about the jack off. The fact that he’s fucking with our relationship will probably take a backseat to the fact that he’s slacking off his duties in the eleventh division.”
“Okay, so you need to first get him to stop slacking, and then you need to get him to stop meddling.”Ichigo contemplated what they could do for the time being before rolling his shoulders. “I’m suddenly very glad that I don’t have to deal with the ass anymore. I do suggest in concern to him fucking with your relationship, go to his sister. She’ll kick his ass for you and enjoy doing so. But do it as a last resort.”
“Not a problem. Me and the others were talking about doing that,” Ikkaku hummed, Ichigo nodding his head.
“Yeah. As for his slacking during his shifts, I say that you guys get him to start doing that one program, the tutor program, and do it with one of the toughest, bitchiest bastards you have. Then set it so that he’s kept busy every single day and can only get out once a week to visit his sister,” Ichigo said, smirking at his friend, looking decidedly mean about what he had just suggested. “If he wishes to act like a spoiled brat, then he should be treated as such. I’m sure Kenpachi will happily sign the forms for this to happen.
“Aww, man, Ichigo-kun, you’re a mean, mean guy,” Ikkaku snickered, eyes flaring brightly at the thought of really fucking Ganju over. “And doing the program will keep him busy, won’t it?”
“Yep. He’ll both be so busy and so exhausted during the time that he won’t have many chances to really fuck things over with you. Or at least try to since you three are so damn close,” Ichigo hummed, a bit of his loneliness shining through with the words.
Ikkaku stared at him with an understanding look on his face before clearing it as Ichigo looked up from his papers. “Okay, so we have him keeping busy which will help us in the long run in regards to the relationship between me, Yumi-chan and Hana-chan. So what do you think we should do for actually keeping him away from our relationship?”
“I say you stake your claim. Take Hanatoru out on very public dates; get people talking about how sweet you are to him. Never once did that happen when he was dating Ganju. But then again, the only really nice place that Ganju took Hanatoru was some little hole in the wall that is nice but too small to really matter in the long run,” Ichigo drawled, smirking at the other man. Ikkaku smirked back. “Take him to the festival that is coming up in the next few weeks. Buy him this very pretty kimono that he’s been eyeing for the last three weeks at that one store and show him off. If you have to, before you go to Ganju's sister, play exhibitionist and fuck your little healer in an alley way after making sure that he’s going to be nearby.”
Ikkaku blinked several times before smirking at the other. “I love your naughty little mind,” he chuckled, watching Ichigo flush brightly and look away.
“It’s just a thought. I’ve been hanging out with Yourichi way too much,” he grumbled, causing Ikkaku to chuckle lowly.
“I’m sure that Urahara loves it when you curse, Ichi-chan. No wonder he loves to tease you every chance he gets,” the bald man teased, getting a piece of paper tossed at him before the two settled in to plan out just what would be needed to be done in the long run.
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