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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: 6
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AN: So…last Friday AO3 had issues. Issues that made posting impossible and me being me, I hate not being able to post on all my sites in one sweep.

So I missed last week and I am horribly sorry!

I’m getting back on schedule with this today and I’m hoping you enjoy.

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Shuuhei smiled slightly as Ichigo buried himself back under the blankets, laying back onto his bed and trying to remember just how he had gotten from the living room to his bedroom. Much less with Ichigo in his bed.

Fully clothed much to his distaste.

Pausing as that thought flitted past him, Shuuhei examined it for a moment, ignoring the slight throbbing in his head, glad that he had at least brushed his teeth. ‘Why am I unhappy about Ichigo not being naked in my bed?’ he asked himself, shifting slightly and looking at Ichigo again. The other man had apparently come home with a braid in his hair already since it was still in his hair.Tthe length of it was longer than what he had remembered it being when they had first moved in together.

It had been nearly six months since his dad had moved in with his lover and his lover’s children, bring him along with. Isshin was a cool enough guy, his daughter’s worth respecting like the princesses that they were. But Ichigo…Ichigo was something else.

When he had said that he was the one who tended to forget was around, he hadn’t lied. Outside of his close-knit circle of friends, Ichigo was easily ignored for all the good that it did. He could see things that most would miss, and it was kind of a turn on knowing that Ichigo was always watching.

And usually with a thoughtful expression on his face. His lips twitched often, sometimes pulling down, sometimes quirked upwards in an amused half-smile; eyes half lidded as he stared at something or watched someone do something. Sometimes he even played with whatever pretty but basic bracelet or watch he was wearing. Sometimes it was just a bit of hair that got lose from the prison that was his hair bun.

He had noticed all of this since the day that he had really talked with Ichigo after finding Rangiku getting fucked in a closet.

Shaking his head, Shuuhei flipped over and reached out, deciding that since he had Ichigo in his bed, he would get to hold him. It was only fair after all. Ichigo simply muttered, wiggled slightly and continued to sleep, making him smirk and fall into his own sleep.

The next morning found the three friends nursing migraines while Ichigo made breakfast. Grimmjow was clinging to a mug of coffee while squinting at the offered flavored creamers and types of sugar. Nnoitra was nursing his own cup, having gone with no creamer and just a bit of the organic sugar. Shuuhei was groaning softly into his perfectly made tea.

Ichigo just rolled his eyes and made food to combat their hangovers. Fresh, fluffy bread was resting, having been pulled out just five minutes before the three had stumbled down. Eggs had been whipped with just enough milk to make them fluff up while sausage patties and bacon cooked on a grill pan. He had wanted to make pancakes but didn’t have the proper ingredients for them so had decided to go with a more American breakfast.

He had been able to escape close to two hours before when Shuuhei had gotten up to stagger into the bathroom to piss. He had taken advantage of that fact by mixing together some bread, taking a shower while it rose, and then dressing after he had kneaded it again. Once it had cooked, he had started breakfast, the scent of coffee, tea and bread drawing the three men out.

“How can you be so damn awake?” Grimmjow grunted as he watched Ichigo move around the kitchen, wearing a knee-brace over his tights, but moving easily.

“I’ve been up for nearly two and a half hours already,” Ichigo stated as he poured the egg mixture into a large pan, pushing it around. He checked the meat and pulled off the cooked bits, placing them onto papertowels to drain. He put the last of the meat down and continued to stir the eggs. “Don’t worry. This will help those hangovers. That and the pain killers that you’ll be taking with them.”

“You…are a gift to all mankind,” Nnoitra declared before he drained his cup and poured more coffee into his mug. He added some of the cinnamon vanilla coffee creamer and pushed a bottle of Irish cream towards his friend.

Ichigo rolled his eyes and watched the eggs carefully. “More like there have been times where I’m the one taking care of my sisters,” he drawled as he continued to cook. It took him close to another ten minutes to get everything cooked, set onto serving plates, bread sliced, and condiments laid out along with plates, forks, knives, and chopsticks. “Alright, go ahead and eat.” He reached out and snagged some of the bacon and sausage for himself.

They sat in peace, eating nearly everything outside of a loaf of bread that Ichigo planned on slicing and letting grow stale for bread pudding. As he told them, he had recipes that he wanted to try. Shuuhei and Nnoitra took over the dishes while Grimmjow took clean up, all of them feeling better and agreeing that since Ichigo had cooked, they would clean.

Ichigo had just shrugged and offered them space in his room to watch movies for the day since the girls weren’t going to be coming to the house until the next day along with their fathers. The three friends agreed with that and sent Ichigo upstairs, promising to brings drinks up from the pantry.

Ten minutes later, they walked in, finding Ichigo sitting at his desk, desk top on as he opened a couple of programs, notes and books spread out but TV on to the history channel. “If you guys don’t mind, I have a history report to type up,” he said, looking up. Grimmjow and Nnoitra went still at the sight of Ichigo wearing a pair of rectangle framed glasses the color of turquoise.

Shuuhei walked around, saw the other male and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, not an issue, Ichi,” he said. He was used to seeing Ichigo in his glasses and even he could admit that the guy was hot when he had his hair loose and glasses on. “Any requests on movies?”

“Nothing with history for now,” Ichigo said, pulling his notebook closer to himself and setting it up so that he could read from it as he typed. “I am done with history,” he huffed.

Nnoitra snorted, still eyeing Ichigo as he moved to collapse on one of Ichigo’s recliners, Shuuhei moving to dig around and pull out a few movies. “What are ya doin’?” he asked. Grimmjow took flopped out on a part of the couch, leaving Shuuhei to set up the movie.

“I decided to focus on Egypt for my world history. And I decided to focus on the Heian period for Japan’s history,” Ichigo replied. He frowned and opened his writing program, setting it up to start typing. He had hand written his first draft, then hand written the second draft to smooth it out a bit more, but now he was typing up the third draft. He was planning at least two more drafts, one to be handed in for review and suggestions by their teacher.

Their teacher took on some of the American style of teaching in regards to their history lessons and he found he liked that.

Nnoitra grunted and sprawled out a bit as Shuuhei set up some American action movie and flopped down next to him. For the next four hours, Ichigo typed and double checked his information while the three males watched movies. After the second movie, Grimmjow stood and grunted.

“I’m thinkin’ of going out, getting take out,” he said, popping his back. Ichigo looked up before looking at his phone, checking the time.

“Damn. I meant to go shopping before now,” Ichigo muttered. “Now the bus is going to be packed.”

“I can drive ya,” Grimmjow offered, shoving his hands into his pockets and rocking on his feet. Shuuhei and Nnoitra stood and stretched.

“How about we all go? I can help Ichi with his shoppin’ while you guys figure out what to get for lunch,” Shuuhei drawled, not trusting his friend. Ichigo stood and nodded, moving into the bedroom area of his bedroom suite, intent on a pair of shoes to wear. Grimmjow pulled a face as the smirking Shuuhei while Nnoitra rolled his eyes.

With shoes in hands, the group headed downstairs, Grimmjow pulling on a pair of lightly tinted sunglasses and letting them climb in, Ichigo sitting up front. Grimmjow drove the group to the market place that Ichigo preferred to buy his things at when he wasn’t buying a huge amount of things from the new bulk store. Parking, the man stared at the store fronts and hummed.

He pulled off a key and handed it over to Ichigo, getting a curious look. “So you can put whatever you’re buying away into the car,” he said, pointing to the back of his car. “The trunk is huge and there’s a cold chest back there to. I use it when I need ta shop more than one place.”

“Ah, I see,” Ichigo hummed, taking the key and nodding. “Thank you, Grimmjow,” he said. Opening the door, he slid out, reaching down and pulling the seat lever, letting Shuuhei climb out while Grimmjow did the same for Nnoitra. Ichigo pulled out his list and headed for the first store, Shuuhei tucking his hands into his pocket and following after him.

Grimmjow and Nnoitra shared a look before heading to hunt down possible lunches.
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