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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: Surprising Friendships and Love
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: 5
Characters: Various
Word Count: 1715
Warnings: nothing
AN: I am exhausted but I’m getting some things done. Enjoy the chapter.

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After all was said and done, the café had made quite the tidy profit for the art classes and clubs, and they had nearly run out of ingredients for everything. Ichigo took the rest of the ingredients for the cookies, along with the hot cocoa makings while Hitsugaya took the lemonade and coffee makings. The rest of the class got left over cookies and sandwiches between cleaning up the rooms.

With everything done, Ichigo on crutches, muttering about knees and hot baths, Shuuhei followed after him with the bags of ingredients, shaking his head. Aizen chuckled and trailed along, driving them home.

At home, Ichigo took the elevator up to his room, Yuzu taking the ingredients from Shuuhei with a squeal of happiness, Karin asking if she would make her coffee brownies again with everything. Shuuhei headed up the stairs to use the girl’s bathroom to shower while Ichigo took over their bathroom to soak his knee and back.

After dinner, Ichigo was lounging in a recliner while Shuuhei was laid out on the floor, pouting at a video game. Yuzu and Karin were sitting at the coffee table, doing their homework while Isshin was going over some paperwork.

“Do you want to tell me, Shuuhei, why have you been pouting most of the day?” Aizen asked. Shuuhei just slumped down further on the floor, Ichigo looking up over the top of his computer before turning back to his own homework.

“He found out that Matsumoto is a bit free with her affections,” he said finally, getting a glare. “It’s every man or twin for himself when it comes to parents. You’ll learn this fast enough.”

Isshin snickered while Aizen huffed. “I take it that she’s the school bicycle?” he asked, making Ichigo choke on air while Yuzu sighed and pull out her headphones. She wasn’t that naive, but she didn’t want to hear about things like this.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Ichigo gasped, shaking his head and grabbing his glass of water and draining half of it.

“I didn’t know that,” Shuuhei whined, shaking his head as he killed his opponent in his game, continuing with his run. “Really.”

“Not many really talk about it since her dad has money. They all think that he’ll go after any idiot who insults his ‘baby girl’,” Ichigo said.

“Let me guess, he’s not?” Isshin asked, Ichigo smirking.

“Yep. He has some pretty high expectations for her. He wants her to get through school and have a good life without him having to do what he did with her older sister,” Ichigo said, reading back over his last paragraph.

“Wasn’t she the one who got in all of those fights?” Shuuhei asked. “Our nurse now, right?”

Ichigo nodded. “Yep. Unohana-san took her mother’s maiden name and went to nursing school outside of Karakura so she could restart her life. She only came back because of some asshole stalker and the fact her dad could keep her safe. But he got her paperwork done and told her that if she ever wanted to marry someone that he’d set it up for her so that she could do it under Unohana instead of Matsumoto and still get all of the family support,” he said.

Isshin snorted. “My son, the spy master. I swear if it wasn’t for his knee, he’d become a private investigator and make so much money learning shit about people,” he drawled, putting his paperwork to the side, finished with them for the moment. Ichigo rolled his eyes.

“Like I told Shuuhei, I’m kind of ignored at school outside of my friends. I see things,” Ichigo stated, putting his drink aside before continuing with his writing. Aizen and Isshin shared a look while Shuuhei huffed and Yuzu put her headphones aside. Karin just rolled her eyes and went back to her own homework, asking Ichigo to borrow a DVD for a report that she had to do.

The following week had Shuuhei watching Ichigo. He also hung out with him in his room when his knee swelled up like a grapefruit and needed someone to stay with him to get him things and help him into the bathroom when needed. They watched various movies when they weren’t doing school via the camera set up that was streamed to Ichigo’s TV or played games.

And through it all, found that Ichigo had a rather fun attitude and dry humor. He wasn’t all that surprised that the day he went back on Friday, he told their father’s that he was staying at Sado’s and would be back Saturday afternoon. The girls were going to visit their mother for the weekend and would be heading that way on Friday themselves. With Aizen and Isshin heading out of town for a short medical convention, Shuuhei decided to have Nnoitra and Grimmjow over for a night with the boys.

Ichigo had already handed over several movies with the requisite threat of removing valuable body parts if something was damaged on certain movies. Shuuhei promised that if a movie got destroyed, he would replace it.

Stepping into the house that Sunday, Ichigo pulled off his shoes with a soft groan, rotating his ankle around as he tried to work the kinks out. Picking up the bags from his shopping spree, he walked left the entry way and padded down the hall, looking into the kitchen and then the living room, sighing softly at the sigh.

It looked as if Shuuhei and his friends had gotten happy with the beer while he was gone. Sighing, he placed bag and shoes into the elevator for the moment before going to the kitchen to grab a bag, moving around the three men with ease. Rolling his eyes as they watched him in their drunken haze, he picked up the empty cans, chip bags and other bits of trash before looking over the three men. “Grimmjow, Nnoitra, you two can make your ways to the guest room, right?” he asked, speaking of the small room on the bottom floor.

It had originally been storage before Ichigo had cleaned it out and turned it into a guest room for anyone who came to visit.

Grimmjow waved a hand. “Not a probl’m,” he slurred, smiling up at Ichigo. “You really pretty,” he chuckled, Ichigo rolling his eyes.

“And you’re really drunk. I am so glad I went with tights today,” he groaned, reaching down to drag Shuuhei up and off the floor. “Come on, you great lump, let’s get you upstairs. We’re takin’ the elevator,” he drawled, Shuuhei humming and smiling like a loon.

Ichigo just rolled his eyes again and hauled him towards the elevator, opening the door and pulling him inside. Pushing the door closed again, he set it to go up to their floor with a sigh, keeping the other man standing by pushing him up against the wall and using his body to brace him there.

Getting off on their floor, ignoring his shoes and bags for the moment, Ichigo helped Shuuhei get to his bedroom, kicking clothes out of his way along with the occasional text book. “You need to clean your room,” he stated, the older male snorting at him. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s get you into bed, you dork.”

Shuuhei chuckled. “I’ll clean lat’r,” he promised, Ichigo rolling his eyes and dragging him towards where the other had set up his own bed. Unlike Ichigo’s room, that had a wall already created in it, making two different rooms in one room, Shuuhei’s room was open. Shuuhei and Aizen though had put up curtains that ran along a track that reminded Ichigo of the American hospitals that he and his father had visited.

But the curtains were just a plain black, a heavy cotton that allowed him to separate the two parts of his room.

Walking through the curtains, Ichigo dropped Shuuhei into his bed, sighing as he stood straight, stretching with a groan of pain. He squawked as he was pulled down into the bed, Shuuhei carefully rolling them over so that he could cuddle into him. Wiggling and trying to get out of the now passed out Shuuhei’s arms, groaning when he couldn’t get free.

“Damn, mother fucking strong ass jerk,” he muttered, reaching down to tug off his belt, tossing it to the side with a groan. At least he wasn’t going to be uncomfortable. Shifting around slightly, he pulled his phone out of his sweater pocket before reaching out to grab the secondary charger, knowing that Shuuhei often worked on a tablet while in bed. Plugging in, he settled in for a long night, glad that he didn’t have to pee for the time being.

Huffing, Ichigo pulled off his shoes and decided to read a book that he was working through for his end of term report that he hadn’t even started writing outside of his notes.

He didn’t notice when he finally fell asleep, only muttering softly when Shuuhei got up about three to hit the bathroom and grab some water from downstairs. He squinted at the older male when he came back and climbed in, apparently not caring that he was there before huffing and curling back up with a groan.
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