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Companionship	By : TomichanxD Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Ichigo Views: 2539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Rivals
- 2-A Little More Each Day
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Chapter 2: A Little More Each Day
The next day Ichigo rose with the sun; school was the one excuse that the government had for forcing a teenager to wake up at ungodly hours, sit in a classroom for 7 hours, and eat terrible food every day and not call it torture. He got up out of his humble bed and meandered to the bathroom, where he brushed his teeth and prepared himself for the day. Aside from thinking about if he had enough time to shower, the thought of Renji in his room the night before ran through his mind. Did he really want to be friends? He had never seemed to insecure before, which almost terrified Ichigo. The fact that Renji admitted to not having any real friends left him, well, speechless.
He got dressed and walked downstairs to see his sisters and father getting ready for school and work, without any time for a proper breakfast, as usual. Before he could look up from his watch, Ichigo found his father's foot in his face.
"IIIICHIIIIGOOO!" Isshin screamed, causing a ruckus too early in the morning. Karin and Yuzu were not having it, and simply decided to let them duke it out before they left for the day.
"What the hell Dad! It's too early for that! " Ichigo yelled back nasally, as he was hit in the nose with his father's heavy loafers.
"You need to watch your reflexes," he said, then remembering he had to be a parent and note his son's use of profanity and added, "and your language." Ichigo scoffed and walked outside to leave, being wished a good day by his sisters.
Ichigo did recall his promise to Renji the previous night and walked the extra few minutes to Kisuke's place, where he found his red-headed buddy waiting for him in uniform, standing against the wall of the store. Ichigo walked up to him and casually slapped his hand. "Wassup?" Renji asked Ichigo, making him blush, for some reason. He quickly resorted to his normal, smart-aleck self and snapped at Renji.
"Come on, you want to walk to school or not?" he replied. Renji defensively raised his hands and shook his head.
"Hey, sorry! Just makin' small talk. Fine then, let's go." The two of the marched onward to school, turning the corner past the shop. Meanwhile behind the sliding door peered the blond-headed man in the hat we had yet to form an opinion on, Uruhara. His smirk was six miles wide. He was playing his cards well and would enjoy this little experiment for as long as he could keep it going. But maybe he wanted to see if these emotions were real. He's just have to wait and see.
"Take it slow, Renji. Take it slow." He whispered to himself.
At the same time, the two companions walked to the high school in silence. Utter silence. No one thought of a topic to discuss. Renji wanted to say something, anything, but was too afraid of sounding foolish. Ichigo pretended as if he didn't want Renji around, when really he was just as nervous as the other. What WAS there to talk about that wasn't already discussed before and would be too tedious or irritating to bring up again? The Soul Society? The Espada? Aizen? Who wants to talk about that? Renji could not take much more of this. He gulped and opened his mouth to speak but the only thing that he heard was a high voice yell "Kurosaki-kun!" from several meters away. Renji looked up and saw Orihime Inoue, bubbly as ever, waving toward them. "Is that Renji with you?" She loudly asked. Ichigo, slightly relieved that she made a surprise appearance, nodded and replied, "Yeah, where's Ishida and Yasutora?"
Orihime shrugged. "Hmm. Not sure." She waited for the two of them to catch up to and proceeded to walk on to school in between them. The awkward tension only grew from there.
At school, the discomfort between Ichigo and Renji held strong, while people did their best to make it worse, or that's what it felt like. Renji and Ichigo sat together, which was a bad idea on their parts, because Ichigo knew if Renji said anything to him, he'd snap back with a hurtful comment. He figured if he were the first to speak, he could avoid that. He opened his mouth to talk and was quickly interrupted by the sound of the familiar, 5'4 black-haired shinigami they loved to loathe.
"What up?" asked Rukia, plopping herself in the desk in front of Ichigo. She had a kind of uncharacteristic smirk on her face, not like the one she had sometimes, but a different one. "Renji, what are you doing here today?"
Renji blushed, despite his attempts not to let it show. "Nothing, I guess. I just felt like coming today. I had nothing better to do." He glanced briefly at Ichigo and saw that he was looking at the ground. Rukia scoffed and stood to her feet and walked to Orihime and her little pod of friends.
"Why didn't you tell her I invited you?" Ichigo asked without lifting his head. "You practically begged me to start hanging out with you more, and you're waving it off." He lifted his head and looked…genuinely upset by that.
Renji frowned. "I'm sorry…"
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Renji ran back to Kisuke's house anxiously, Ichigo's words still fresh in his mind.
You're more to me than just an acquaintance. You're like a…companion. One I can count on.
He didn't know if Ichigo meant those words, or if he simply said them out of pity, which was the last thing Renji wanted. He hated how vulnerable ha made himself look and would give anything to reverse that moment in time to before he called, or so that he would have never even listened to Kisuke. He hated feeling so awkward.
Renji stormed inside and found Kisuke sitting at his living room table, sipping his warm tea and reading a book in a language that was considered dead to most of civilaization. He cocked his head and winced. "Oh, it's you Abarai, san. You really should knock. I would have sliced your head off had you been an intruder." Renji scowled. "So I assume you talked to Ichigo. How did it go?"
Renji wasn't sure how to answer. How did it go? He rubbed the back of his head nervously and searched for an appropriate answer. "It went well, I guess. He didn't reject me or anything."
"That's rather vague of you," Urahara replied. "What exactly happened?"
"He called me his…companion." Renji replied.
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"Well…I don't know if he said it out of pity or if he really meant it."
"Neither does he." Kisuke stood and waltzed over to Renji, who began to step back in defense. "He's a teenaged boy. He hasn't found true love yet. I doubt he really even trusts most of his friends the way he would like to. And you're in love with him. You're also of the same sex, and he may not know how he feels about that either. You need to take it slow. I cannot stress that enough."
Renji sighed and looked down at his feet. "I know but, I just want him now. I don't know if I can wait for him, or if he'll wait for me." Renji looked up when he saw Kisuke's feet near his and he was inches away from his face. His breath smelled of fresh mint and felt warm on his face; he was closer than he had ever gotten to him.
"Kisuke-" Renji gasped. He was interrupted by Urahara's tongue sliding up and down his neck, his arms against the wall behind him. Kisuke bit down on Renji's exposed neck, causing him to gasp loudly. As much as he wished to fight it, he wished to be enveloped by the pleasure he was receiving. Kisuke clenched his teeth onto Renji's throat even harder, until he released it and left an impressive bruise in its place. Renji placed his hand over it and snarled. "Why did you do that!" he asked, panting.
"To show you that Ichigo is the kind of boy who can't control himself. Had that been him instead of you, he'd have screamed to his mother in Heaven. With some time, I can show you how to please Ichigo the way I can please you or anyone else in this world." Kisuke sat back down and Renji stood against the wall for a few more minutes. He glared at Kisuke and quickly rushed to the bathroom; the only sound that could be heard was that of moaning and panting, and a loud grunt here and there, and then the sound of the toilet flushing. It took all of Urahara's strength not to point and laugh at him when he came from the bathroom (no pun intended). Renji sat down across from Kisuke, but avoided eye contact at all costs.
"I'm uh, going to school with him tomorrow. Just so you know." Renji stammered.
"That's good," said Kisuke nonchalantly. "Tell me how it goes."
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The rest of the day got less and less awkward, thankfully, between Ichigo and Renji. They parted ways happily at the end of the day and went to their homes. Ichigo was lucky enough to have his father work late that night at the clinic, so there would be no kicks to his face or stomach. Yuzu was making onigiri in the kitchen while Karin was half asleep under the kotatsu.
"Hi, Ichigo," squeaked Yuzu. "Are you gonna eat dinner tonight?"
"Probably not," he replied tiredly. "I've got homework, anyways. Save me some, okay?" He marched upstairs and went straight to his room and plopped down on the bed, face down, lost in thought. Renji was acting so oddly lately. Something must have been wrong. Maybe he was losing that confidence that was oozing out of his ears and mouth. He flipped his body over and now was facing the ceiling. He closed his eyes, entranced by his own contemplations about the subject, and despite the fact that he tried to stop, Renji always crept back into his thoughts. A few hours went by and before he knew it, the time was 10:45 p.m. Bed time.
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The next day Ichigo woke up as usual, and was out the door, as usual. He pondered walking the longer way to school to avoid Renji indefinitely, but that was not in his nature. He swallowed his pride and trotted to Kisuke's shop, where Renji was waiting like the previous day. "Oohayo," greeted Renji, and Ichigo said the same. "Ready to go?" asked the red-headed shinigami.
"Uh, yeah," Ichigo stammered. "Let's get a move on." Today started out the same as yesterday. They walked and were eerily quiet. That is until Ichigo opened his mouth to speak.
"So, Renji, how's the Seireitei?" he asked awkwardly.
"Hmm? It's good I guess. There haven't been any problems lately, if that's what you're wondering."
"Oh. Okay." A light pole, and then another, and then another passed before either of them spoke again.
"So there haven't been much hollows lately, as you can see." Said Ichigo, hopping over a divot in the sidewalk.
"Yeah, I've noticed," Renji replied.
Another light pole. A few cars. Other people. "So. Um. How's Byakuya?"
Renji scowled. "I don't really talk to him that much…" He replied.
"You've been acting kind of weird lately, Renji." Ichigo's words made Renji's stomach flip and cartwheel all over the place. "It's like you've become so…awkward. What's up with you lately?"
Renji could not let on what he was really feeling. The urge to take ichigo's face and kiss him passionately was strong, but he knew if he had done that, whatever 'friendship' that they had formed would be over like that. "What're you talking about you little shrimp? I'm not the awkward one around here. Not my fault I don't have anything to talk about with some kid."
"Het who are you calling some KID? This kid has destroyed his fair share of hollows and even saved Rukia from dying! I'm pretty awesome if I do say so myself."
This was what Renji liked. The way they argued and bickered back and forth. That was what they were. Sure, they weren't all sappy, but the friendship was real. There was that word again. Friendship. Renji really didn't know what friends truly acted like. Did they get along swimmingly one hunderd percent of the time? Did they constanly share secrets and trust each other with their lives? If they did, then were they truly friends? Because true friends don't do that, right?
School went by a little bit too quickly for Renji's blood, but he was glad it was over once it was. Ichigo said he good-byes and see you laters to his classmates and met his red-haired friend outside the courtyard. They waved at each other and met together, chipper and happy the long day was finally over.
"So. I guess today was fun," said Renji.
"Yep. So I'll see you tomorrow?" Ichigo replied.
Renji grinned a satisfied grin, one that was truly happy. "Yeah, Ichigo. I'll see ya."
The two parted ways and walked to their places of residence, both happy, but for very different reasons.
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SIGH. I have no effing clue why this took so long. Maybe because I never finish anything. Sigh. Oh well. Hope you liked it. REVIEWS ARE MY BEST FRIEND.
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