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Bleach Mini Stories And Snippets	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 27548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: The Right Time
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Urahara/Ichigo
Part: 1/3
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AN: This right here is a freebie to the ever lovely cutsycat that I promised her. I hope you enjoy and review. *smiles*
Posting now because I’m going to be busy tomorrow.
Reviews: afrieal: To butt into your regularly scheduled smut-athon between the three hotties, I present this piece of nummies. *nods* Anyways, I'm glad that your cats are blissed out on cat nip. I don't think they need to be attached to the ceiling any more after all. ;) And I sure heard you. You have a fangirl squee going for you there, sweetness. I'm glad that I could make your day better and I hope this three parter makes your day even better now.
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He was going tell Urahara exactly how he felt about the man, one way or another. He was intent on doing it finally after three months of trying. The first time he had gone to try, he had been called into work. The second time his heel had snapped and he had gone to see his father for a rather nasty sprain. After that, five skirt hems had forced him to beg Uryuu to fix them for him.
But now he was going to go over there and tell Urahara and see where the chips would fall.
Ichigo smiled as he smoothed down the gypsy skirt that Urahara often said he looked good in as his thoughts turned to the changes in his life.
After the war had ended, Ichigo had felt almost lost, uncomfortable in his own skin and wondering just who he was. One day he had ended up spilling something on his clothes while visiting with Orihime, which had forced him to wear a rather nice looking sundress that had surprisingly enough fit. The moment he had gotten home, he had tossed his clothes into the washer before sitting down and really thinking about why it had felt so nice to wear the dress.
From there, he had talked with his father, gone shopping with Yuzu and told his friends about his new choice of life styles. Ichigo had gotten all of the support that he could want, and when he found out that he still had his powers, and they were awakening once more, everything had become perfect for him.
And through it all, Urahara had been there, supporting him and being a friend even as he kicked his ass back into shape.
Pulling on the peasant’s top that went with the skirt, Ichigo went still at the scent of something burning reached his nose. “Of fuck no,” he moaned, rushing from his bedroom and into the kitchen. Cursing lowly, he waved a hand before him and opened the window to let out the smoke, airing the kitchen out as he turned the oven off and opened it up. He moved once more as he pulled out his burnt casserole, setting it on top of the oven with a sigh. Ichigo reached for his phone with a scowl on his face.
“Hi, this is Kurosaki in apartment 40C. My oven just burnt my casserole after only being in it for 5 minutes,” he sighed, rubbing at his nose. “Are you going to change it out?” he asked, listening to the babbling going on the other end. Groaning, he told the woman that she needed to fix the damn oven and soon. Flipping his phone closed, he glared at the dish before deciding that he didn’t need it to tell the other man his feelings.
With that in mind, he grabbed his purse and keys, and slipped on his shoes before leaving his apartment, making sure to lock it up behind him. Gazing up at the sky, he smiled at the clear view of dark blue, leaving his apartment building and starting down the road. He had a bit of a walk to Urahara’s, but he had every intention of using the time walking to clear his head and settle his nervousness before he talked with the man.
A drop fell onto his forehead, making Ichigo flinch before he touched the spot and the finger came away wet. “Damn, rain,” he muttered as even more drops started to land on the ground around him. Muttering, he turned around and jogged the five minutes to his apartment building, intent on getting his umbrella. Just as his hand grabbed the door handle, the rain clouds that had been gathering as he walked back to his apartment opened up and dumped a torrent of rain onto him.
He sighed and squished his way to his apartment, closing his front door behind him and heading for his bathroom. Stripping out of his clothes, Ichigo hung them up to dry and let his hair down from the bun that it had been in, squeezing out the water. Pulling the wet locks back, he padded, nude, to his bedroom and redressed, going for a pair of gray jeans and a rich blue sweater.
“Okay, let’s try this again,” Ichigo muttered, pulling on his shoes. With his umbrella in hand, he once more left the apartment building, making sure that he was under the umbrella and away from the rain. As he walked, he thought of the man that had caught his heart so well and just how he had come to realize just how much he loved Urahara.
He had been working on his forms again, going through the motions as he talked with Zangestu when the spirit had mused that Ichigo seemed to speak of Urahara quite a bit. The spoken thought that he loved the shop keeper if any indication of his voice was had knocked him down on his ass. After a good 10 minutes of denying his feelings, he finally admitted his feelings to himself and Zangestu.
He had then started to think about how he was going to tell the older man about his feelings. Three months later, he was bound and determined to tell the other, not letting split skirt hems or rain stop him.
He stopped at a crosswalk, watching as the lights flickered, pressing the button and standing there. Ichigo was excited about finally getting to tell Urahara about his feelings, eyes bright. He knew that there was that chance of being rejected but it would stop him either. He had to do what he needed to do.
Looking up, Ichigo smiled brightly as the light changed and stepped down from the sidewalk, heading across the street. He didn’t notice the truck coming down the road, the rain falling around him muddling most of the noises of the world around them. He did hear the warning cry from behind him, prompting him to look up and finally catch sight of the truck lights that were bearing down on him, freezing him in place.
As he braced himself for the impact, Ichigo was slammed into by a large body, the both of them landing out of the way of the truck. He landed with a grunt, losing his breath as he sprawled out on the asphalt, arm throbbing as the man who had slammed into him grunted.
He laid there, trying to gain his breath back, not really noticing the water that was soaking into his clothes from the road much less the rain that was still falling down. The man who had saved him sat up and helped the shivering Ichigo up and off the road before helping him limp to the side walk.
“Hey, you okay?” the guy asked, squatting down before the still shocked Ichigo. Brown eyes looked up at brown eyes and black hair, noting that the guy didn’t feel human but he didn’t care about that then.
“Yeah, I am. Thank you,” Ichigo breathed, noting that the rain was starting to slack off finally. “Really.”
“Not a problem,” the guy said, smirking at him as he helped Ichigo stand up from the side walk. “Do you need any help getting home?”
Ichigo shook his head, wet hair flopping limply behind him. “No, no, I’m fine if not rather on the sore side,” he said, rubbing his shoulder. “Again, thank you,” he said again, finding his umbrella on the ground. Closing it, he smiled and left as a pretty red headed male called out for a Yusuke and his savior greeted him with a smile.
Ichigo headed home with a pronounced limp, locking himself behind his door. Before going to his bathroom, he ordered a couple of pizzas from a favorite pizza place. As he waited for his pizzas to arrive, he took a hot shower, clothes in his washer and waiting for him to start it up. Once he was done, he dressed, finding himself happy to be warm and with a spreading bruise on his arm and hips, he happily took the pizza’s from the delivery boy and paid for them. Putting one into the fridge, he slid the other into the oven and very carefully watched as it finished cooking, scraping the casserole out of its dish.
Once the pizza was done, he flipped off the oven, pulled out the pizza and sliced it into parts. With a plate of pizza in one hand along with a cup of rum and coke in the other, he flopped down and noticed that it was only two in the afternoon.
“So many things going wrong in only two hours. Just my fucking luck,” Ichigo snorted, biting into his pizza. Once he had eaten and cleaned up, clothes in the dryer, he once more sat down on his couch and let the rum work on helping him relax.
It was an hour later that he smelled the first hint of smoke, making him frown heavily at the fact that he was smelling smoke. Standing up, Ichigo padded to his kitchen, following the scent of smoke. His eyes widened at the fact that the smoke was coming from his oven. Cursing lowly, he was quick to grab a fire extinguisher from under the sink, and after making sure that it was one specially made for electronics and appliances, yanked open the oven. Aiming, he doused the fire inside as another fire started to climb up the wall that was behind the oven.
He doused that one to, leaving him to open a window to clear out the smoke and stare at the now gone oven. Ichigo sighed and grabbed his phone to report what had happened, muttering about cheap apartments and their faulty appliances. Once the officers, building managers and his insurance agent had come and gone, he started to pack up everything and call around so he could find a place to stay for some time.
He was officially without a home.
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