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Sing Me a Lullabye	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 7184 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: A Vizards Love

Fandom: Bleach

Chapter: 7

Story: 1

Characters: Shuuhei, Renji, Ichigo

Word Count: 1,521

AN: I seriously need to get on a better sleep schedule.
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Staring at his friends as they smiled innocently, or not so innocently as was the case with them, Ichigo huffed and scowled. “You two just had to go have a talk with Kensei and Shinji, didn’t you? I had those two bitching about you two being all over protective of Kira-kun and Hanataro-kun,” he complained, Renji flushing slightly and shrugging one shoulder before offering a cup of sake. The younger male took the cup and drained half of it.
“Aww, come on. We had to do it,” Renji complained, Ichigo rolling his eyes with a huff for the other male. “We’re protective of them. Especially since Kira is still smarting over Gin’s betrayal and Hanataro has this thing with being a sweetheart who is kind of...innocent. Vulnerable,” he said, shrugging as Ichigo huffed and stole some of his noodle dish, putting it onto a small plate.
“They may seem sweet and innocent but I have it on good authority that Hanataro is far from innocent, as sweet as he is,” Ichigo stated, shifting on his knees. Shuuhei and Renji shared a look between them, knowing what was going on. Ichigo, in some deep instinct, had adopted Kira and Hanataro as his kin, just as he had done with the Vizards. It was a hollow trait, something that all of the Vizards dealt with and seemed to just go with it. Ichigo included.
It was kind of cute and they had decided to put their new knowledge from Kensei and Shinji to good use now that they had threatened the two Vizards to make sure that they would behave. The two had decided that they would make a good partner to Ichigo and finally give him a stabilizing point for him. They had started that without really thinking about it when they had become his friend, but now that they knew, they were going to work on getting him as theirs permanently as they had planned. Or had been planning for the last three days.
“You’re both idiots,” Ichigo stated, nibbling on his food, Shuuhei chuckling and sliding off of the couch to kneel next to him and pull some of the take out closer.
“I know we are but we’re your idiots,” he chuckled, opening a container and finding the jojo’s that he had bought.
“Where do you find these places?” Ichigo asked, stealing one of the heavily seasoned fries and dipping it in the offered sauce.
“Remember how there was that rash of death’s in the Asian countries of people from over in the America’s and Europe and the such? Well, since they died in those countries, they fell under our jurisdiction for about five years,” Renji said. “So, since then, we get influenced to accommodate tastes. We actually have this really nice little restaurant that is more a world restaurant than anything. There’s an American style restaurant to, focusing on the various dishes of the states,” he continued.
“I went to the American style and found that they have a few traditional dishes, Japanese mostly because our main land is Japan, which is where I went for this,” Shuuhei explained, splitting the jojos between them all before opening the other containers. Within were various finger foods, two dishes needing to be actually heated up, as per his request. “I’ll heat these up. Not as good as those mozzarella sticks that you made, but passable,” he chuckled, getting a soft smile from Ichigo.
“Yeah, I bet,” Ichigo snorted, watching as Shuuhei stood up and went to heat the sticks and what looked to be pizza bites. “I think I created monsters when I introduced you two to different foods of the world,” he said, Renji smiling innocently.
“Nah, you just broadened our horizons and what we eat on occasion. We still do our traditional dishes and all that, but we do enjoy your Italian when you decide to make it,” he said, Ichigo smirking at him. “Even though we end having to buy the stuff since you’re doing it when you could be relaxing.”
“You don’t buy the stuff all the time,” Ichigo protested, throwing his napkin at him, causing Renji to laugh and nod.
“That is true. Sometimes you just pop up with the good stuff randomly for us,” he drawled, shifting on his feet. “Though, can you help me with something? I want to do a dinner party kind of thing for Shuuhei when his next birthday comes up. You, me, Kira-kun, Yumichika-kun, Ikkaku-kun, Iba-kun, maybe Rangiku-chan really. Small. Play some mahjong, drink a bit, eat good food. I’ll buy the ingredients and you make it for us?” he asked.
Ichigo hummed and sipped at his sake before shrugging. “Yeah, I suppose so. Most of it will have to be made the day before the party so I can cook it all and make sure it’s nice and fresh, but otherwise I can. His birthday is what? Three days away?” he asked.
“Well, two days and a few hours now,” Renji hummed, checking his watch.
“We’ll go shopping tomorrow then,” Ichigo groaned, rubbing at his head. “Which means no getting drunk for me tonight. Pleasantly buzzed maybe, but not getting that wasted,” Ichigo sighed, standing up from the table and moving to the small desk that sat in the corner. Digging around in one of the drawers, he found a pen and a yellow legal pad before taking his seat once more. “Okay, so, I take it you want to focus on his favorites right?” he asked, Renji nodding.
“Yeah. I’m doing a traditional breakfast in the morning and then I figured nibble foods for the rest of the day along with some traditional foods tossed in,” Renji hummed, checking to make sure that Shuuhei wasn’t watching at the moment, intent on watching the food and pulling out non-alcoholic foods.
“Let’s see. Prosciutto and melon, crostino, bruschetta, tagliatelle al ragu, focaccia and breadsticks for Italian. Enchilada’s carnitas, taquito and tamale for Mexican. Anpan, dango, manju, taiyaki and amanatto for our Japanese. Various other finger foods to fill in the rest,” Ichigo muttered, making his list quickly before hiding it as Shuuhei walked in with the bottles of sparkling cider.
“What are you two doing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the two who just smiled.
“Nothin’. Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Renji chuckled as Ichigo finished off his cup of sake and set it to the side, taking the cup of cider with a nod of his head.
“You’ll find out in a few days. But I can’t drink any more tonight if I want to do what I need to do tomorrow. And I’m stealing Renji tomorrow to,” Ichigo warned, Shuuhei smirking and raising an eyebrow.
“As long as I get him back in one piece. Even if it is a limp, content piece,” Shuuhei drawled before walking back into the kitchen. Renji burst into laughter as the words finally hit and Ichigo turned a brilliant red color before groaning.
“Oh for the love of all that’s holy,” Ichigo whimpered, shaking his head and turning to his food to eat, ignoring the leering Renji.
“And what are you going ta do with me?” Renji purred, getting a glaring pout from the younger taicho.
“I’m going to turn you into my personal pack mule. I hope you have a lot of money saved up for this shit to,” Ichigo hissed, Renji nodding his head and pulling out a thick envelope that was obviously stuffed full of money.
“We’ve all pitched in for this, no worries,” he promised, tucking away the money once more as Shuuhei came out with their now hot finger foods.
“Good,” Ichigo hummed, taking the plate of his part with a smile and a nod. “Thank you for buying all of this.”
“We may not know how to cook worth shit but we’re really good at finding some of the best restaurants that have some of the good stuff. We can also make some of the simpler things that are good,” Renji admitted, shrugging with a smile and a very slight blush.
Ichigo chuckled and nodded his head, taking the small dish of marinara sauce that was also nice and warm. “Thank you, again,” he hummed, dipping one of the mozzarella sticks into the sauce and eating it with a hum of pleasure that made the two males with him think of sex and the sounds that they could drag out of him if they ever wanted to.
“Anyways, who wants to play gin? I think we can do with some unwinding as we eat dinner,” Shuuhei said, clearing his throat when he heard his voice crack a little. Ichigo raised an eyebrow as Renji just smirked at him and nodded, pulling out a deck of cards.
“Sounds like a perfect plan,” Renji chuckled, shuffling the cards before dealing them out, the three settling in to talk about their people and what had been going on in their week.
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