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Title: Surprising Friendships and Love
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: 2
Characters: Shuuhei, Ichigo, Grimmjow, Nnoitra
Word Count: 1,727
Warnings: AU,
AN: Ahhh, a chapter that is actually on time? Yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.

Enjoy!

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Lounging on the couch was Ichigo, but in a way neither of them had ever seen before. While at school or at work, his clothes tended to be rather plain, at home it looked as if he went for comfort and ease of access to his legs. He was wearing a long skirt that split into two parts, the panel in the front being the smaller of the two parts, allowing him to prop his leg up with an ice pack on it.

He was wearing a sleeveless turtleneck and had a lap desk over his legs, laptop open and something playing on it that included explosions. The fire colored hair that was usually tamed into a bun was hanging from a ponytail, trailing down to barely brush past the armrest of the couch. Bits of his hair escaped from the ponytail and fell around his face, rectangular glasses the color of turquoise sitting on his nose.

Both men noticed that on one side of Ichigo’s leg, the left one that was propped up, there was a scar that curved around the knee. The two men figured that the younger male most likely had surgery on it.

“I was fifteen turning sixteen and it was the summer before we started school again,” Ichigo said, not looking at them but continuing to watch whatever he was watching. “I pulled something loose somehow and they had to reattach it. I still have some issues even nearly two years later. They’re talking about going in before college to just replace what needs to be replaced,” he continued. “And yes, I can see you out of the side of my eye and see you staring at my leg. I take it you’re here with Shuuhei?” he asked. He reached out to the small moveable table on wheels to grab a cup of juice.

“Yeah,” Grimmjow grunted, Ichigo humming and sipping from a straw.

“He’s coming if you’re done staring at me,” Ichigo replied, looking away from his documentary and towards the two men. Shuuhei indeed did step up next to them with two large bottles of soda and a bag of snacks in hand. “Hello, Shuuhei.”

Running his eyes over Ichigo, Shuuhei nodded. “You need anything?” he asked, Ichigo shaking his head.

“No, Aizen-san has been checking up on me. I can get around, but I’m have issues carrying more than a few things,” he said. “I believe he’s in his study if you need to speak with him.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Shuuhei said. Nnoitra caught sight of the giant CD binder that was open, one of the slots empty but the rest various DVD’s of documentaries, his eyes going wide.

“Holy fuck, is that Budo: The Art of Killing, and Abduction: The Megumi Yokota Story?” Nnoitra asked, eyes wide as he walked over to the binder and looking at them. Ichigo snorted in some amusement.

“Yes. This is mostly my documentary binder. I have like eight of these things,” he said, watching Nnoitra move the huge CD binder around.

“Eight of them? All of them filled with DVD’s?” Shuuhei asked as he walked over. He looked over his friend’s shoulder as the man flipped to the front, finding that they were filled first with A Haunting DVD’s.

“Mostly,” Ichigo said, Shuuhei blinking. “If you help me haul my stuff up to my room, I’ll let you raid them and show you the cases of the one’s you want to borrow. I mostly keep them in there because it’s easier to haul these around instead of a pile of cases with movies in them,” he admitted.

Looking over Ichigo, Shuuhei shrugged and nodded. “Sure, why not,” he said, Nnoitra already claiming the huge binder. Grimmjow grabbed the cup, laptop and other odds and ends, including Ichigo’s large bag full of his school supplies. Ichigo stood, holding the ice pack in his hands, grabbing his crutches.

“Let me put this away real fast then I’ll take the elevator on up,” he said.

As Ichigo headed towards the kitchen, using his crutches easily, Nnoitra turned to Shuuhei and raised an eyebrow. “You have an elevator?” he asked.

Shuuhei snickered. “The reason why my dad and Isshin-san picked this place. Since me and Ichigo here live on the third floor while his sisters and our parents live on the second, it’s kind of needed,” he said, pointing to a door down the hall. “It’s behind that and goes up the back of the house, entering in the small hallway. You can only get up that with a key and only family have one,” he said.

Grimmjow hummed, the two men heading up the stairs to the third floor while Ichigo headed up. Turning to Ichigo’s door as it was pushed open by Ichigo, he just raised an eyebrow before stepping into the room.

Much like they knew Shuuhei’s room was, it was separated into two parts. The first room was more of a small greeting room while Ichigo’s bedroom was in the second half of the room. A thick curtain that was mostly closed, hanging from rods that were hooked to the ceiling, separated the two halves. Ichigo’s room took up a good chunk of the first half of the third story while Shuuhei’s took the other portion. They had a shared bathroom, each pocket door open but with a door hanging to give some semblance of privacy..

“Go ahead and put things there please,” Ichigo said, pointing to a coffee table next to a love seat that had a moveable desk before it. He crutched over to the pile of boxes that were lined up along with one wall in order. Next to them were the large binders, each one labeled as to what was in it. A smallish entertainment stand stood before the couch and beanbag chairs, a new TV, DVD and Blu-Ray player, and speakers to hook up to a smart phone sitting on it.

“Nice room,” Grimmjow whistled. Ichigo shrugged as he grabbed one of the binders and hobbled his way over to the couch.

“My mom went a bit nuts. I think she’s overcompensating,” he said, wrinkling his nose as he sat down with a groan. “Or has been since I started dressing like a girl. Some bullshit about me trying to get attention after their divorce.”

“And you’re not?” Shuuhei asked as he sat down. Nnoitra looked at the binder that Ichigo had put down.

“No. I just like my skirts and heels,” Ichigo drawled, letting his leg stretch out before huffing. “Grimmjow, can you hand me that brace there?” he asked, pointing to a lump of black that sat on a small table next to the bedroom door. Grimmjow shrugged and walked over, blinking at the weight in it before carrying it over. “Thank you.”

The three watched as Ichigo yanked it up and over his leg to settle around his knee, grasping the hidden metal and using it to shift it around until it was sitting correctly.

“Alright, now this binder,” Ichigo started, pointing to the one that Nnoitra held, “is the basic one-shot show documentary binder. This one is the multiple show documentaries.” He placed the binder on the table and unzipping it. “None of my movies leave the house unless they’re going with me. I’m kind of picky since some of these are a bit of a pain to find unless you have friends in the bigger cities or go there to do your own shopping.”

“Not a problem. As long as ya don’t mind me comin’ over randomly ta watch shit on my laptop,” Nnoitra drawled, nearly drooling over the collection that Ichigo had. Ichigo just rolled his eyes and allowed the other teen to look through, making a note on which ones he was interested in.

Once Nnoitra narrowed them down to what he was interested in for the day, and which would help start off his research, Ichigo chuckled and stood, limping over to the boxes. They weren’t normal totes, which usually had indents on the side were bigger on the top and shrunk down on the bottom to be easily stackable. Instead they looked more like cardboard boxes turned plastic. Straight sides and flat tops with indents on the top where each box could sit on without issue.

Shuuhei quickly stood and moved to help Ichigo move the boxes, Ichigo pulling three boxes from the piles with a small smile and a nod. “Thanks.”

“Not an issue,” he said, shrugging and leaving the boxes in place.

“If you want to borrow a movie, the cases are separated out according to genre and if you noticed on the slots of the holder there’s a number with a letter. That’s according to what box and what genre the case is in. You take the case and make sure it goes back into its proper spot. If you’re not sure, just check the list,” he told the three males as he opened the top of the first box.

Nnoitra’s eyebrows raised up as he stared at the fact that there were two layers to the box, an insert separating both layers. It looked like it kept them neat and allowing Ichigo to find the case that he wanted. “What? You got OCD?” he asked, Ichigo looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Not ta knock it. Hal got it and she’s my cousin. I’m just askin’.”

Ichigo chuckled. “No. I did it because I found that it was just easier because my collection is starting to get huge,” he said. He put the two cases he wanted out of the first box aside. Shuuhei put the box back into its spot before piling the boxes that were a part of that pile onto it. Ichigo did the same thing with the other two before straightening with a wince, limping back to his couch.

He pulled the DVD’s from the case carefully and put them into the right case and handed it over to Nnoitra. “If I’m awake or home when you’re returning them, go ahead and just put them back,” he said, Nnoitra smirking and nodding.

“Thanks,” he drawled, the three men leaving while Ichigo limped over to his desk. He sat down before turning on the desktop that he usually did his homework and such on, intent on getting some work done.
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