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Title: He’s an Idiot Arc: 2 Part: 4 Fandom: Bleach Characters: Ichigo/Jyuushiro Word count: 1,896 AN: Ah, another chapter, another cackle. *cackles* Anyways, enjoy the fun you guys. *hugs*
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Sighing lowly as he rubbed at his shoulders, Ichigo moaned happily as he packed the last of his things. His college was getting a two week semi vacation since the grounds had to be sprayed for a sudden and nasty infestation of water roaches. Seeing as that was what was happening, all of their teachers would be using their class blogs to give the lessons information over and their assignments.
Ichigo was going to use the sudden break to head to Soul Society and talk with some friends, get to know them again seeing as he hadn’t seen several of them in so long due to being so busy with school and work. He was also going to take the time to help Hanatoru, Yumichika and Ikkaku with their continuing problem with Ganju. Jyuushiro would be escorting him back after he had spent the last week in the Living World.
Slowly stretching his arms with a groan, he cracked his back, moaning softly in pleasure. Seeing that he was completely packed and ready to go, he smiled and picked up his duffle bag, heading down the stairs and out the door. Ichigo had said goodbye to his family earlier that morning before they had headed off to their respective duties for the day and was now heading toward the Shoten where Urahara had promised to keep his body in safe keeping.
It wasn’t long before he was sliding the shoten’s door close behind him, already feeling more relaxed than before. Jyuushiro looked up with a smile from where he was sitting at the small table as Ichigo padded into the back area. “Hello, Ichigo-kun, what a delight to see you here so early,” he teased, chuckling when the younger shinigami flushed.
“Sorry about that. I guess I just wanted to get out of there and fast,” he said, smiling slightly as he shrugged before shoving a bit of hair out of his face.
“It’s quite alright. I hope you don’t mind waiting for a few hours before we leave,” Jyuushiro chuckled, getting a shake of Ichigo’s head.
“I don’t mind, not really. I kind of figured that I would end up having to wait, so no worries, Jyuushiro-san. Where’s Mr. Hat and Clogs?” Ichigo asked as he dumped his bag down onto the floor and took a seat across from the silver haired man.
“Making an American style breakfast for us,” Jyuushiro replied, raising an eyebrow at the sudden look of anticipation on Ichigo’s face at the thought of it. “What?”
“I love his American style breakfasts. He always makes waffles or pancakes, bacon, sausage, toast, hash browns and on occasion, when he’s really wanting some meat, he makes ham steaks,” Ichigo moaned, a gleam of anticipation in his eye as his face flushed lightly. “It’s always so damn good. I am suddenly very glad that I came early.”
Jyuushiro chuckled with a smile, leaning forward on his elbows as he watched Ichigo go on about Urahara's American style breakfasts, amused at the sight. He knew that the younger man had a few true loves and it seemed that his lover’s breakfasts were one.
“Oh, but I enjoy his Italian. The real Italian, not the fake shit,” Ichigo stated, wiggling in place at the thought of it. Jyuushiro laughed lightly at the look of disgust on the sweet face at the thought of subpar Italian.
“So I take it you’ve tasted quite a bit of Urahara’s cooking?” Jyuushiro asked with some interest, wanting to know just how much time his lover and Ichigo spent.
“Yeah. While I was training my hollow, before we came to save Rukia, he cooked often because he would run me ragged. And then after the Winter War, I was over here every weekend or free day that I could get away to continue training. I knew even then that my training was lacking so I wanted to fix that. And I was glad whenever he cooked for us,” Ichigo admitted, blushing lightly before shrugging with a smile on his lips.
“Sounds like he spoiled you while you were working on getting things done,” Jyuushiro chuckled, getting a shy nod from the young man.
“Yeah, he kinda did. He actually installed that very large tub for me because I needed something to relax in at night that’s not the hot springs down in the training room,” Ichigo said, sitting up as Tessai came out with a tray that carried cups, milk and juice on it.
“Would you like some tea, Jyuushiro-san, Ichigo-san?” Tessai asked as he laid out the cups and drinks along with silverware.
“Please,” Jyuushiro hummed as Ichigo nodded. Once the large man had left for the kitchen to make the tea, the two males turned back to each other. “I’ve used that tub on occasion. It works well for when I must open my lungs back up. I have permission actually to bring the tub and whatever else I need to set it up to Soul Society.”
“That’s good. I know that it works better on sore muscles then the hot springs.” Ichigo rubbed at his shoulders with a frown, shaking his head with a sigh. “Though, depending on how long we have, I might just use the tub and relax. Last night a hollow decided to pop up and I was tossed around by it.”
Jyuushiro made a soft sound of displeasure at the thought of missing the hollow while he was supposed to watch it. Ichigo smiled and waved a hand at him as he sipped at a bit of orange juice. “I suppose that I missed it. How embarrassing.”
“Don’t worry about it. I only found it because I was walking down to the store for Yuzu for some ginger ale. Karin had an upset stomach last night and needed some,” Ichigo promised with a sweet smile. The look spread heat through Jyuushiro’s body, making him shift on his floor pillow as Urahara and Tessai came out with the platters of food.
They settled in and happily ate, Ichigo making little sounds of pleasure as he ate, eyes closed and fueling fantasies for the two men that were wanting him. After breakfast, Ichigo did indeed use the bathtub, soaking in hot water that was laced with a special oil that Urahara had created for such uses. Later that afternoon, he and Jyuushiro walked through the gate, landing in the Thirteenth Division’s courtyard, being greeted by the taicho’s two third seats.
“Ichigo-san, how about you stay with me for your time here? It’s quiet and away from most people,” Jyuushiro offered with a smile on his lips, getting a slight blush.
“Yeah, that sounds really good,” Ichigo hummed, nodding his head as he hefted his duffel bag up further on his shoulder. Jyuushiro noticed that the young man had dressed in different clothes, a pair of jeans and a long shirt that fell around lean thighs, and that his hair was falling around his face in a bit of curl.
Jyuushiro thought it was absolutely adorable and wondered if he would see the look often.
“Come along. It’s not far from here,” Jyuushiro hummed with a smile, leading Ichigo towards his home that turned out to be a rather cozy one story home that sat on a good sized piece of land that was covered in a garden with a few crops here and there. “Your room shares my bathroom, so I hope you don’t mind,” he said, smiling as he showed Ichigo where the room was, opening the door and allowing the red head to step through the door.
“This is fine,” Ichigo promised, smiling at the other man with a smile before dropping his duffel bag down onto the bed and turning to Jyuushiro. “I’ll unpack later. You did promise me tea and some of those cookies of yours, right?” he asked, prodding with hope to have some of the chocolate, chocolate chip cookies that Jyuushiro often made. He had gotten hooked on them after getting a batch as a get well gift from the other man.
“Of course,” Jyuushiro chuckled, leading Ichigo into the kitchen and letting him perch on a stool at the breakfast bar as he found the pre-mixed dry ingredients, adding the wet with easy movements. As they baked, he made some hot cocoa to go with them, the scent of chocolate soothing Ichigo as he laid his head down on the bar, eyes watching the silver haired man move around with an easy grace that made him jealous of it.
“How’s Shunsui-san?” Ichigo asked as he took the cup of cocoa, stirring it with the offered spoon before tasting it. The burst of slightly bitter chocolate made him moan and close his eyes to enjoy the taste of it.
Jyuushiro chuckled with a smile at the sight of the other enjoying the cocoa. “He was doing fine the last that I spoke to him. He has been intent on courting somebody and he’s not telling me who it is,” he said, smiling at the curious look on Ichigo’s face as he tilted his head to the side.
“Oh? I would have thought he would still be after Nanao, especially after he had been after for so long,” Ichigo mused as he continued to enjoy his treat, the scent of the cookies filling the air. Jyuushiro looked in on them and shook his head with a smile.
“That was mostly him flirting with her and trying to get her to loosen up just a bit,” he said, getting a curious sound as he pulled out the cookies, letting them cool on their trays. “He’s not too fond of females as lovers. He does enjoy flirting with them and teasing them, but to sleep with? He’s not that into them,” he admitted, shrugging one shoulder with a smile on his lips. “The cookies will be ready to eat in a few.”
Ichigo gave him a pathetic look at being denied his cookies. “Fine,” he sighed, going back to his cocoa. “So what about you? Why are you with Urahara?”
“Because I loved him even when we were both taichos, even before he was exiled because he helped the Vizards,” Jyuushiro admitted with a soft smile. Ichigo hummed lowly and ran a finger around the edge of the cup before him. “What about you? Do you have anyone?”
Ichigo flushed. “No, not really. I…have a thing for someone but I’m not going to try to do anything with them,” he hummed, shrugging with a sad smile on his lips.
“Why ever not?” Jyuushiro asked as he handed over a still warm cookie. He blinked as Ichigo slid off of the stool and picked up his cocoa with his other hand.
“Because I don’t want to get between their relationship,” Ichigo stated, once more shrugging. “I think I’m going to go unpack now, Jyuushiro-san.”
“Alright,” Jyuushiro mused as he watched Ichigo leave the kitchen, his mind analyzing what he knew and what he had just found out before smirking. He shifted to stand straight and chuckled lowly before moving to follow after Ichigo. “Oh, Urahara, I’m going to have to make sure that you get something special for this,” he chuckled, finding Ichigo licking his fingers as he put clothes up into the closet.
“Jyuushiro-san?” Ichigo queried, getting a smile that promised pleasure.
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