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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Somebody I Used to Know

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing/Characters: Shuuhei/Ichigo, Renji

Collection: Tales of a Broken Society

Word count: 1,329

AN: Another story down, another week passing. *sighs* So tired.
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Ichigo gave his lover a look before disappearing down a hallway, leaving Shuuhei standing in the doorway with Renji. The two had been told to work on the security and patrols around Soul society, meaning nights at each other’s homes. Which made Ichigo unhappy about having his time with his lover shortened so much and so often.
“Come on,” Shuuhei grunted, leading the way to the guest room that Ichigo had turned into an office with his lover’s permission.
“I’ll be in our bedroom,” Ichigo said as he walked out of the office, a pile of books in his arms. Renji had to force himself not to watch as Shuuhei smiled and shared a slow, very loving kiss with his mate. “Don’t work all night, yeah? I want time with you sometime today.”

“I’ll make sure of it.” The promise in his voice sent jealousy shooting through Renji’s heart.
“Good,” Ichigo chuckled and walked into their bedroom, closing the door behind him. Shuuhei looked at Renji before walking into the office, his fellow fukutaicho following after him.
“So let’s get this done so my lover doesn’t glare at me all night,” Shuuhei drawled as he sat down on a floor pillow. Renji placed his bag down across from him and took in the details of the room like he had with the rest of the house. The floors were brand new bamboo floors, Ichigo having paid for them after one too many splinters in his feet from what Shuuhei had said. The walls were a soft peach color and shelves ran across one wall filled with books and scrolls. The window was covered by matching peach curtains that, by the way the light that was coming through them, was sheer.
All around, the office was a perfect mix of Ichigo’s and Shuuhei’s taste in styles, just like the rest of their relationship. Renji winced at the stab of jealousy, knowing that he had no real right to feel such an emotion.
“Alright, let’s get down to work,” Renji said, pulling out the lists of people and the patrols that needed to be filled. Shuuhei found his own copies and started to look over it, the two settling into their work, Ichigo only coming in once to feed them.
Shuuhei finally broke the silence as he stretched his arms and back. “Saw that Kuichiki-taicho had a rather pretty looking ring on his finger.”
“Yep. I asked him to marry me about a week ago,” Renji said, shuffling his papers as he gagged Shuuhei’s reaction. The tattooed male just nodded his head as he dipped a tostada into some salsa that he knew Ichigo had made his last day off of work. “He’s happy and his clan elders like me quite a bit. How’s your relationship going?” he asked, Shuuhei smirking as he bit into his food, finding it fresh and hot.
“It’s going rather well. I’m looking into a bonding bracelet actually,” he drawled, green eyes sparkling with his pleasure.
“Why not a ring?” Renji asked as he broke his own tostada in half and bit into one half. The spices spread over his taste buds, reminding him of a time that Ichigo had practiced his cooking on him. Shaking the bittersweet memory off, he scooped some of the salsa onto his next bite as he waited for the answer.
“Because quite frankly, I like my dick right where it is and I like sleeping next to a warm, willing body,” Shuuhei chuckled, shrugging one shoulder. “When we saw the ring Kuichiki-taicho was sporting, he flat out told me that if we made it that far, the only ring he wanted was the actual wedding ring, not an engagement ring. I’ve been looking for rings before hand, but nothing really fit him and his personality,” he continued.
“Have you found a bracelet yet though?” Renji asked, ending up amazed at how much love was shining through Shuuhei’s eyes and face.
“Yeah, I have. I’m just waiting for the engravings to be done actually,” he said, smiling softly at Ichigo as he passed by the door. The two waited for the sounds of the younger Shinigami cleaning in the kitchen before talking once more. “Our two year anniversary is coming up here soon and I plan on taking him out and asking him then.”
“Sounds like you have it all planned out,” Renji mused as he finished his dinner and wiped at his mouth.
“Why did you fuck Ichigo over the way you did?” Shuuhei suddenly asked, eyes staring at Renji, his gaze heavy. Renji took a deep breath and rubbed at his face in though.
“I know that I fucked up big time with him,” Renji finally said, eyes closed as he placed his elbows onto the table and his forehead against the palms of his hands. “When Byakuya first showed interest in me, I was…so damn happy about that fact. I had wanted him for so damn long before then.”
“And you couldn’t actually break up with Ichigo and save him some heartbreak?” Shuuhei asked, voice strained with pain for his lover.
“You wanna know what’s really fucked up about it all? I didn’t think that he actually loved me. He never said a damn word about it, not once, and in my screwed up mind that meant that we were nothin’ but fuck buddies,” Renji snorted, red ponytail swinging back and forth as he shook his head. “Man, I don’t know what I was smoking at the time,” he sighed.
Shuuhei picked up his tea cup and started to swirl the iced coffee that Ichigo had brought with dinner around, the ice clinking against the side of the glass. “Does Byakuya know?” he asked.
“Yeah. I got really guilty and got drunk a couple of months later, about the time that Ichigo accepted your offer for a date and started your relationship,” Renji admitted, shrugging with a frown. “I spilled it all, we talked the next day and we’ve built a relationship that is pretty strong. It’s been slow but steady.”
“Which is good,” Shuuhei drawled, finishing his iced coffee and placing the cup to the side. “Did you learn to think before you do something to fuck up?”
Renji snorted, piling their dishes to the side. “Yeah. I had to do some seriously heavy thinking for those first three months after I screwed Ichigo over so spectacularly,” he sighed, once more resting his arms on the table. “The thing that I regret most was the fact that my actions made it really hard for him to accept your invitation out on a date. Also that I ruined a good friendship that could have continued on through the years.”
“Yep, you really did. It’s gonna take you years before he even sees you as anything beyond an ally and a fukutaicho,” Shuuhei warned, Renji nodding his head. “Let’s get back to work on the patrol schedules.”
“Yeah, sure,” Renji hummed, missing Ichigo peeking into the office and smirking at his lover. Shuuhei smiled back before pointing out a name on their list. Once they had gotten most of the day’s work done, Renji left, Ichigo watching with careful eyes and a blank face.
“So, you had to listen in, did you?” Shuuhei asked, coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around the lean wais, smiling into the soft hair of his lover.
“Yeah, I had to,” Ichigo chuckled, leaning into the strong body. Sighing, he stroked over the leanly muscled arms, feeling them twitch under his touch. “I was going to come in but then I heard you ask him why he had fucked me over, and since I wanted to know, I listened in. I’m still not all that happy with him.”
“Didn’t think you would be,” Shuuhei chuckled as he led his lover towards their bedroom. He was intent on enjoying his night with his mate and making him enjoy a night by his side.
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