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Good News From the Front	By : Polymer Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female > Ichigo/Rukia Views: 5033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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While Rukia traveled to Kuchiki manor, Sentaro escorted Ichigo around Sereitei on what he called ‘the third seat’s tour’. Impatiently awaiting Rukia’s return Ichigo relented and went with him, knowing it would help kill time. That is if someone did not kill him first with Senbonzakura or something else. Halfway through the streets Ichigo suddenly slammed into two very soft large objects.
“Ichigo! Where have you been you little devil!” Matsumoto giggled.
“Hi… Matsumoto,” Ichigo mumbled as he backed away quickly. His eyes immediately took in the immense and generous breasts that were at eye level. Quickly he glanced up at her eyes but Matsumoto seemed quite flattered at his blue.
“Always so cute and modest. Considering what’s happened I’m surprised,” she said as she wrapped an arm around him. “I’m so proud of you! Finally!”
“Uh well…” he trailed off.
“I was thinking though for a while you’d end up with Inoue san… but she and that Quincy are so cute together. I suppose that I was hoping you two would be an item but I am just so happy for you. You’re growing up, kiddo,” Matsumoto teased, rubbing his hair affectionately.
Breaking away Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck before he glared at her. “Yeah… right. About that. Did you give Rukia that love potion?”
“Who me? I may have slipped a tiny bit,” Matsumoto said as she tried to wipe the guilty look off her face.

“You’ve got a hell of a lot of nerve,” Ichigo growled.
“Ichigo, by the way are you staying here for a while?” Matsumoto asked quickly.
“Don’t try to change the subject. I am staying here at squad 13, and you didn’t answer me!” Ichigo snapped.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Ichigo. I may have given it to her but you shouldn’t’ complain! After all it did help you get together hmmm?” Matsumoto blurted out, waving her hands.
“MATSUMOTO!” yelled Hitsugaya as he stood to the side hands on his hips. “You left me with the paperwork AGAIN! Stop screwing around and get back here!”
“Taicho… I was just er… catching up with Ichigo!” she said as she kept an arm around him.
“Kurosaki,” said Hitsugaya as he gave him an even glance with those turquoise eyes.
“Toushi… Hitsugaya…” mumbled Ichigo as he tried to remember his manners. “Taicho…”
“You must be more shaken up then I thought. You actually remembered to call me by my proper title,” Hitsugaya sighed as he rolled his eyes. “So you and Kuchiki san are a couple?”
“So everyone knows,” said Ichigo with a sigh.
“It’s so wonderful!” Matsumoto said. “C’mon Taicho let’s all have a DRINK!”
“I’d rather not,” Ichigo said.
“Don’t be a poop,” said Matsumoto pouting.
“Kurosaki’s right. There’s paperwork to be done. So if you don’t mind… I’ll just take my fukaitaicho back,” Toushiro said as he grabbed Matsumoto by the arm and marched her after him.
“Right, good idea!” said Ichigo.
“Ichigo, we’ll talk later! Sake’s on me!” she called before Toushiro dragged her off towards squad 10.
Sentaro stood to the side the whole time with a huge grin on his face. Ichigo spun around on him and glared daggers at the third seat. “What?” Sentaro asked.
“Fat lot of help you were,” mumbled Ichigo sourly, resting his hands on his hips.
“Man you looked JUST like Rukia when you gave me the stink eye,” Sentaro teased.
“Just shut up and let’s get on with the tour,” Ichigo mumbled, blushing pink for the millionth time.
***
Sentaro rounded the corner, hoping to bypass squad six as he motioned Ichigo to go after him. They passed by a restaurant and the third seat motioned Ichigo in. “This is one of the best little cheap hangouts. They have the best pulled pork!”
“Fine, I guess I could do with a bite,” Ichigo said as he let Sentaro drag him in. Shinigami clustered around the counter at the rear where a short order chef fussed over a wok. Another called out orders that were shoved towards him on slips of paper. Other Shinigami carried their baskets of food to small tables with simple stools.
“You order over here and…” Sentaro began but Ichigo shrugged him off.
“Just like the eateries in the living world,” said Ichigo. He soon ordered the cheapest thing on the menu after counting his money, not sure how long he would be here. Once he grabbed his order and Sentaro snatched his own up, they searched for a table.
“There’s one over there,” Sentaro said enthused, leading the way. As Ichigo stepped over to follow him, something collided with his face. He saw stars, red, and staggered back hearing his tray slap on the floor. Instantly Ichigo’s face connected with the respective jaw of whoever hit him.
Hands grabbed him by the front of his shihakusho and Ichigo seized the front of the other person’s. Two punches landed and they struggled, Ichigo seeing bright red hair and jagged tattoos as he kicked his assailant in the stomach. Instantly his opponent swept his feet from under him and swung another punch. Ichigo grabbed Renji by the front of his kimono and tugged him forward.
“Oi what the hell is your problem?”
“You’ve got a LOT of nerve showing your face around here, you son of a bitch,” Renji growled. Suddenly his brow collided with Ichigo’s and he felt his head ringing like a gong.
“I didn’t start this!” Ichigo yelled ramming Renji with his shoulder. All too soon, he felt two people grabbing him and tugging him back. One of them was Sentaro and the other was Hisagi Shuuhei.
Meanwhile Kira grasped Renji’s left arm, Iba his right. Both struggled hard to restrain the furious redheaded Fukaitiacho of squad six. As if tugging the leash on an attacking guard dog they grimaced and leaned back. It didn’t help matters since Ikkaku and Yumichika chorused, “Oi, let ‘em fight!”
“No fighting in this establishment!” Kira also urged peeking out from beneath his fall of blonde hair.
“Never stopped me before! Since when?” Renji shot back, turning his head towards his classmate.
“Since the rules say so,” Kira answered, pointing to the small placard by the bar.
Ikkaku snorted, “Screw that! Listen Renji, you two had better take it outside then!”
“Sounds fine t’ me!” Renji answered, glaring daggers at Ichigo who returned the death ray stare. Sparks seemed to flicker as the two gazes met in the middle. Reiatsu crackled fiercely in the air separating them.
“Now calm down you two!” Hisagi snapped, twisting Ichigo’s arm enough to pinion it behind his back. “And you two stop egging them on! I don’t want to get anyone else in trouble!”
“Trouble my ASS! Renji threw the first punch!” Ichigo shouted.
“Ichigo, cool down!” grunted Sentaro. ”You don’t want to make Ukitake Taicho angry do you?”
“Enough!” Hisagi shouted. “I’ll arrest you both if you don’t calm down!”
“Please Abarai, this isn’t the place or the way to settle it,” Kira urged, trying to calm Renji down. Both redheads were flushed with blood and the fever of battle, their adrenaline surging.
“Look these two are gonna beat the crap out of each other even if ya let ‘em go,” said Ikkaku. “So why not have ‘em do it at squad 11?”
“He has a point. Far better to have them settle this in a far less hideous fashion,” said Yumichika as he eagerly clapped his hands together.
“Fine, then let’s do it,” Renji snorted.
“Whatever,” Ichigo growled. “You wanna piece of me?”
“Right, let’s get them out of here,” Hisagi sighed, nodding at Kira. Both sets of Shinigami wrestled their hotheaded captives out and shoved them out of the eating establishment. Instead of letting them go, they maneuvered Ichigo towards squad 13 while Renji tugged at Kira and Iba.
“Damn it, he’s mine!” Renji yelled.
“Let me at his ass!” Ichigo yelled back as well. Ikkaku looked at Yumichika, and both of them walked over to Renji and Ichigo each. Yumichika whispered, “It’s an ugly place to fight in the street. You two should settle it at squad 11 now, all right?”
“Don’t be stupid Renji. C’mon and let’s watch you beat the hell out of each other where we do it best,” Ikkaku whispered to Renji.
“You two had better not do anything stupid,” Hisagi said. “If you do go through with this, I won’t be responsible for your problem. It isn’t…”
“Let them sort it out with their fists if they see fit,” Kira sighed. “At least there it’s a fair battleground.”
Ichigo realized they were seriously going to let him and Renji duke out their differences when the two Shinigami holding him captive marched him towards squad 11 first, followed by the others with Renji. Still Hisagi and Kira held onto them, keeping a close watch. Ikkaku and Yumichika swung open the doors to Squad 11, motioning their guests to enter a large ring.

***
Just how they convinced him and Renji to agree to combat in a dojo instead of a street brawl Ichigo was not sure. Yet he was not complaining because he and Renji were literally beating the living daylights out of one another with kendo swords instead of their zanpakuto. Both Zabimaru and Zangetsu were confiscated and held by Hisagi and Kira. Ikkaku eagerly acted as a referee, tossing them both bokken and yelling the rules to them. No sooner had he given the order to fight then Renji charged, swinging his weapon down. Ichigo dodged and then brought his up to block. For a fierce moment, they pushed before breaking apart.
Several times Renji hit him hard with the flat of the stick, followed by blows given by Ichigo in retaliation. Torn shihakusho hung around Renji’s waist revealing his tattooed chest, panting as he circled Ichigo. The Shinigami substitute held his weapon in front of him with both hands, anticipating Renji’s next move. Blood dribbled down from his forehead obscuring his view.
Just as Renji charged towards Ichigo, something pink and glittering fluttered between them, causing Ichigo to back up. He recognized the crushing spirit pressure that slammed down from behind them, causing Ikkaku to curse, and Hisagi and Kira to murmur sighs of relief. Immediately Renji backed away, cursing, “Kuchiki Taicho!”
Ichigo spun around seeing light gleam off the set of kenseikan atop the noble head. Steel blue eyes glanced down disdainfully at both of them as Byakuya strode regally in. The ends of his long scarf fluttered in the updrafts of his reiatsu clearing a path before him. At his side strode Rukia, her own eyes hard and fierce with anger despite her regal expression mirroring Byakuya’s. Neither frowned but you could tell from the expression in their eyes that they were not amused.
“What is the meaning of this Abarai Fukaitaicho, Kurosaki Shinigami Daiko?” Byakuya rumbled, his voice as icy as Sode no Shiraiyuki’s aura. Indeed Ichigo felt a tingling drop in temperature from Rukia’s proximity.
“You fools answer his question at once,” Rukia also declared, her brow set with the identical glare of her brother towering beside her.
“He started it, Byakuya… Sama,” Ichigo answered, as he stood as straight and tall as he could.
“Kuchiki Taicho!” Renji mumbled, bowing his head. “I’m sorry. I just…”
“You just what?” Rukia asked, marching over to him. “Decided to resort to violence to solve your problems like a pair of uncivilized boors? I expected better of you!”
“Enough Rukia. Kurosaki explain yourself,” said Byakuya coldly.
Bowing his head Ichigo cleared his throat. “It’s your fukaitaicho’s fault! I was taking a tour with Sentaro just like Ukitake Taicho told me to do. I was minding my own business getting lunch when this jerk introduced me to his fist!”
“Is this true, Abarai Fukiataicho?” asked Byakuya. Renji glanced up quickly before he hung his head.
“Wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it after what he did,” Renji muttered bitterly. “Anyway what the hell is he doing here anyway?”
“I had permission you dumbass! If you’d have bothered to freakin’ check you’d realize…”
“Be silent!” Byakuya sharply scolded. Immediately Renji and Ichigo snapped their jaws shut, glaring at the floor.
“Kurosaki, Rukia has informed me of the reason for your visit. I will consent to an audience with you. However I do hope that you will not continue to comport yourself as an uncivilized unmannered peasant.”
Before he could protest, he felt the chilly presence of Rukia’s reiatsu sweeping over him. She marched over to him and said, “Ichigo, you should apologize to Nii sama at once.”
“I’m sorry,” Ichigo said, realizing from Rukia’s glare that he had to apologize even if Renji was responsible for this fiasco. “I’ll behave. Even if other people want to start things.”
“Sorry Kuchiki Taicho,” Renji mumbled, on his knees.
“Abarai Fukaitaicho report back to squad six. I will speak to you later. Do not interact with Kurosaki again until I have spoken to him and resolved this. Do you understand?”
“Yes Kuchiki Taicho,” Renji murmured as he rose.
“Dismissed,” Byakuya said, nodding his head. Glaring at the others he said, “You are also dismissed. I will leave with Kurosaki Shinigami Daiko now.”
“Right Kuchiki Taicho,” said Hisagi and Kira together.
“Kurosaki, you will accompany me to Kuchiki Manor immediately,” said Byakuya sternly. “You will explain yourself more thoroughly.”
“That’s what I wanted to do in the first place, Byakuya…” Ichigo began, and then added, “Sama.”
Hearing his honorific Byakuya cocked a brow inquisitively. Ichigo kept his head bowed and his eyes averted just as one would pay the proper respect. Pride shone in Rukia’s eyes as she stood next to him and then turned to her brother. He cleared his throat and then turned around. “It is time to depart.”
“Ichigo, you need to come with us,” Rukia said quietly as she strode past him.
“Yeah, I get it,” Ichigo said as she led the way, and then nodded to a place behind her. Immediately he strode out of the dojo making sure he stayed the exact number of steps behind Rukia. Only because he wanted to do things the right way did he subject himself to this.
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