Adult-FanFiction.org : Bleach

Bleach Mini Stories And Snippets	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 27548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and Batman, or Weiss Kruez. Please See full disclaimer within.

Chapter List
- 59
- 60
- 61
Title: A Vizards Love

Fandom: Bleach

Chapter: 9

Story: 1

Characters: Shuuhei, Renji, Ichigo,

Word Count: 1,781

AN: Yay for another chapter!
*~*~*~*
The following afternoon found Ichigo up and doing well considering he had gotten just buzzed enough to make him very happy with life at the moment. He had woken up, pressed close between his two friends, his head laying on Shuuhei’s chest over his heart as it thumped under his ear. Renji had plastered himself against his back, his arm wrapped over his and Shuuhei’s waist to hold them close.
After a bit of a lay in where he just enjoyed the warmth of the two males, he had wiggled out from between them and gone to the kitchen so he could start the cleanup and make breakfast. He had found that they didn’t have anything that could be used for breakfast and had huffed unhappily at the fact that he had nothing to make for food. Renji had stumbled out of the bedroom and had groaned when he had been pinned by a dark look from their younger taicho. He had willingly swallowed his pain killers, showered and gone out to get breakfast makings as Ichigo had curled back up in bed for a while longer.
When Renji had arrived back at the home, Renji found Ichigo wrapped up in Shuuhei’s arms, back pressed against the taller male’s chest and both of them resting peacefully. Shuuhei had ruined that particular illusion quickly by cracking his eyes open and glaring at him for disturbing them with the light from the hallway. After leaving them to continue sleeping, the redhead had put away the groceries that he had gone to buy for him before he crawled into bed with them. He wasn’t going to miss out on some prime time to squish Ichigo between them. Even when the younger male wiggled and muttered about being hot and flipping over so he could use Shuuhei as a personal pillow.
After that particular nap, Ichigo had climbed out of bed once more and took a very hot shower as Shuuhei stumbled out to make something fruit like and make a list of what they needed to buy. Ichigo came out, wearing one of Renji’s older day kimono’s that had shrunk in the wash one time since he had discovered that someone had gotten sick into the bag he had brought with him. Shuuhei leered while the smaller male had a towel over his head, rubbing at his hair and trying to get as much water out of the long locks as much as he could. He had to admit that the slightly long kimono that brushed the floor and hid cute feet from his gaze was something of a treat to he and Renji. Gazing at said male as he stumbled into the kitchen and headed straight for the coffee that had been made instead of tea, he shook his head in some amusement.
“Not all here, Ren?” Shuuhei drawled as Ichigo sat at the small table, hair pulled over his shoulder as his fingers continued to use the towel to rub water from the locks. “Looks like you went ten rounds with a menos instead of lounging around and drank last night,” he teased as Renji drained the cup once he had cooled it down with an ice cube.
“Did it really take it out of you dealing with the markets this morning?” Ichigo asked, raising an eyebrow. Renji grunted and shook his head before swaying it side to side, his loose hair swinging with the actions.
“Somewhat,” Renji sighed as he poured a second cup, adding a bit of sugar and creamer to the cup instead of straight black. “I had to watch my stuff like a hawk because apparently I bought the best peaches for the day and a little old lady got really pissy at me.” He snorted. “So she stalked me through the markets and tried to lift them from my bag a few times. She finally got told off by one of the patrolling Shinigami. Apparently she tries to do it to everyone who buys early morning peaches and the next time she tries she’s getting tossed into jail.”
“Sounds like either a mental problem or a compulsion,” Ichigo mused, Renji and Shuuhei staring at him before the brunet went back to pouring the smoothies and chopping up the fruit that had been grabbed for breakfast. “What? My dad was a doctor remember? I got interested in the mental fuck ups of the world and learned all I could. I still am so I can spot problems within my division if I need to,” he sputtered, flushing.
Renji smirked and cocked an eyebrow as he gazed over the rim of his coffee cup. “I never knew that about you, Ichi,” he hummed, Ichigo shrugging as he laid the towel over the back of his chair.
“Not many do. It’s something I’d like to keep quiet so people don’t think I’m analyzing them,” Ichigo hummed, smiling as Shuuhei laid a plate of slice fruit with a bowl of greek yogurt and placed the smoothie next to it.
Renji was handed his and he smirked at his lover. “What? No cute arrangements for me to?” he asked teasingly, dodging the swipe at his head as Shuuhei sniffed in annoyance.
“Annoying brat,” he drawled as he grabbed his own breakfast and sat down across from Ichigo. “So has your knowledge helped you since you’ve taken over your division?” he asked, watching as Ichigo carefully used a spoon to eat a bit of yogurt with a strawberry quarter.
“Yes, actually. It’s helped me spot a few of the older division members with PTSD. They just had so much stress heaped on them between patrols, the Winter War and Aizen’s betrayal that they just couldn’t handle it any more. They now have administrative duties in the divisions archives or other desk duties. And are seeing therapists for their PTSD,” Ichigo responded, the other two nodding.
“Yeah, I’ve had to do some shifting of my own people, send them in for various tests to make sure that they can continue working their posts and the such. A few are now on desk jobs that needed to be filled anyways, but they’re happy,” Renji hummed, mixing his fruit in with the yogurt, making Ichigo and Shuuhei roll their eyes at the move.
“I think every taicho has had to do that. And see the therapists themselves to make sure that they are mentally stable,” Shuuhei said.
Ichigo snorted after eating a delicate red grape. “The tests that they use are easy to fool. I had the therapists that saw my division use one that’s really hard to fool since each question and thought have multiple answers. Got a better bead on my people,” he said.
“I think they started using that test after you started sending your people in,” Renji hummed, musing about that before shrugging. “Either way, we now have ways of testing our people, which means we lose less of them to senseless deaths.”
“Which soothes the worry of everyone,” Shuuhei continued, Ichigo nodding his head. “Anyways, want to shop together today?” he asked, looking to Ichigo who looked up.
Ichigo hummed before nodding his head. “Yeah. I could use the help with some of my bigger purchases,” he said, rolling his shoulders. “I have to buy my stock of meat this time.”
“Oh? Is it that time already?” Shuuhei asked, raising an eyebrow at the other male and getting a nod from Ichigo. “Damn, you’re right. Renji, when you’re done can you go check what meats we need? I know that you had to buy some of the stuff that Ichigo here used for last night so I need to know what.”
“I hope you don’t mind me using your kimono for today,” Ichigo hummed, Renji waving a hand with a smirk on his lips.
“There’s a reason why I kept it,” Renji hummed, standing up and moving to the cellar where their freezer like object sat keeping their meat frozen for them. Ichigo blushed softly and returned to his breakfast, enjoying the treat and making his own list when Shuuhei slid over a pad of paper.
As Ichigo and Shuuhei were finishing breakfast and cleaning things up, Renji came back up, holding a few bags in his hands, smiling brightly. “What did you find?” Ichigo asked as he dried off his hands.
“Some of those bags that Urahara made to haul a lot of stuff around. I forgot that we had them until I found them. They’re still good but I figured that they would help in the long run with our food runs today,” Renji replied, Shuuhei taking it and feeling the kidos that was woven in around the bags with a careful touch.
“Yeah, they’ll certainly come in handy today considering that none of us have had the time to go shopping for anything. I think we all need to buy non-foody stuff to,” he said, humming softly as he left the kitchen, pad in hand and thoughtful expression on his face.
Ichigo whined and rubbed at his face as he checked his own list of items, shaking his head. “Shit, we are going to be spending quite a bit today,” he grumped, Renji patting his back with a smile.
“At least we have the money seeing as we don’t really spend it,” Renji snorted, heading to take his own shower and to get dressed himself for the day. Ichigo huffed and rolled his eyes, making a note that he was going to be spending quite a bit of money today to get everything that he needed to stock his house, sitting at the table as he continued to make his list.
Not an hour later found them walking through the markets, Ichigo walking between the two men as they worked their way down the middle of the marketplace, stopping here and there. He ignored the fact that the two males seemed to be buying quite a few things that they knew he enjoyed the most even as they also bought the various things that he used in his bathroom, letting them do what they wanted to do.

He had his own plans after all, so there was no need to worry about what they were doing at the moment. All in all it spoke to the instincts that came with being a Vizard and made him feel firm in his plans for them the next time they were off of work for a day or two. Renji and Shuuhei exchanged looks over Ichigo’s head when he just smiled a secret smile.
- 59
- 60
- 61
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Bleach Mini Stories And Snippets