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[notapineapple]

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[rubberpirate]

[Luffy never really gets lost but his crew seems to be missing so what does he do? He goes to the cool looking guy and talks to him.]

Are you a pirate? You look like a pirate.

[notapineapple]

...T'hell kinda pirate do I look like?

[Cause he's not a pirate. But... hey pirates are cool, right?

Samurai are cooler, though. just so we're all clear.]

whoops i never got an email for this one

[rubberpirate]

I dunno, a dumb one?

wow

[notapineapple]

...The hell?! A dumb one?!

[rubberpirate]

Well... Yeah. Only dumb pineapples are red!

[notapineapple]

[He moves closer to him and grabs him by the cheeks.]

Oy! Shut up!

[rubberpirate]

Eh?!

[Luffy just stares at him.]

You shut up!

this will be nsfw

[moonfang]

It was probably just a fling. Both of them so vehemently denied things during the day, but under the cloak of darkness, things were so much different. A stupid teenage tryst, even though Abarai insisted up and down that he was WELL over a hundred years old and definitely not a teenager.

Obviously these meetings didn't happen at Ichigo's house. Hell no. He had two younger sisters and a nosy dad. No, this is what Urahara's underground training area was for. Oh yeah, they got to use it as much as they wanted under the pretense of "training". But there were beds down there.

(Probably for a certain shopkeep and his cat-wife, but who was counting?)

Several "events" into this whole escapade, and a certain someone was curious. Night after night, his master went back to this idiot with a big mouth and ugly tattoos. He had to see for himself what the big deal was.

Ichigo is asleep, deeply asleep. Zangetsu doesn't have to do much to keep him locked in some nice REM while he comes out to play. His control of Ichigo's body and mind is a lot more refined than the kid gave him credit for. And when Ichigo wasn't awake to fight him, everything went so much smoother.

In the early morning hours, the bed shifts, and someone crawls right on top of Renji in the darkness. He'll just... stare creepily until Renji notices. No big deal. He is a patient creature.

super nsfw

[notapineapple]

He wasn't willing to admit it outloud, his feelings for Ichigo. At least, not yet. It would take time, and dammit, he was going to bide his time until it felt right. It didn't get there yet. At least Ichigo seemed to feel the same way and... hey. There were beds. It was night. It was perfect. Bite him.

Which, Ichigo liked to do on occasion, but that's neither here nor there.

After a few wild rounds, they both cleaned up and crash rather quickly. Two futons close together, but not sharing blankets. Just in case Urahara caught them (even though Urahara wasn't stupid). However, Renji slept light enough to know when someone, who was as heavy as Ichigo, climbed up on him.

Slowly, he blinks, and looks in the dark at...

"...Oy... th'hell you doing? Go to sleep..."

IMEAN NOT YET. but soon. soon.

[moonfang]

Ha! And like hell Ichigo would ever admit to anything like that. His feelings stayed bottled up as tight as a weird gay genie.

Oh. Urahara knew. Of course he did. He knew everything. Those stupid knowing eyes under the brim of his hat, behind his fan... eyes that saw everything and knew everything.

"I'm not tired," "Ichigo" says in a voice that is... not like his usual one at all. Ichigo was serious, gruff. This voice was lighter and teasing, though definitely made with the same vocal cords. A strange sort of reverberation found its way into the tone as well. In the dark, "Ichigo"'s eyes begin to glow, turning from that beautiful earthy brown to bright, luminescent gold. Black crawls onto his sclera like ink spreading in water.

Zangetsu can feel the changes his possession brought about coming on, and he preemptively places his hand over Renji's mouth.

"Don't scream, Shinigami. If you scream, you're gonna regret it."

[notapineapple]

Renji could hope. He always could hope. And maybe someday, he'd get the courage up to say it himself.

However, all courage slipped away when he heard... not Ichigo. No, no. He knew Ichigo's voice well. Especially if it was the middle of the night (and Ichigo would threaten him with death if he woke him up again). His eyes went wide when he met the eyes of this man. Black and gold.

Pretty sure Ichigo's eyes are not like that. He just stares at the man, about to say something when his mouth is covered. He starts yelping into that hand, trying to get it removed.

Shit. What did this asshole want?!

[moonfang]

"Ah ah ah~! What did I just say?" The hand over Renji's mouth shifts as long white claws grow from the tips. The white colors spreads and forms spurs on each knuckle. "You need to listen. Listen."

He carefully removes his hand, dragging one claw over Renji's lip as he does so. It's razor sharp, and could easily slice through flesh. A warning as much as anything else.

"My master is head over heels for you, you know. Crushin' like a damn little girl! It's cute. But, I have to make sure you're actually worth his time. So I want you to show me, Shinigami. Show me what makes you so special," the creature wearing Ichigo's face gives an unsettling smile. " 'Kay?"

[notapineapple]

It's conflicting emotions. First of all, he should be prepared to kill this man, but this is still Ichigo, so that's out. Second of all, he's actually... giddy. Because he just learned that Ichigo is head over heels for him. You know, if this guy isn't lying.

And lord knows that'll be embarrassing tomorrow if he is.

But finally, it comes to the fact that he wants to see what makes Renji so special. And this is where he just blinks at him and sighs.

"Does Ichigo even know you're tryin' to get in my pants?" Not that he's actually wearing pants right now. Whoops. "Or is this your way of crushin' on me too?"

[freezetheheavens]

[How long has it been since he's gotten proper rest?

Toushirou doesn't even know anymore, which is why he doesn't bother stopping himself from his training regime. There are small crystals of ice that shimmers around him as he continues to train, pushing his body past the limit.

He keeps on going, only stopping when he becomes aware of a familiar reiatsu approaching him.

A soft sigh escapes from him, his breath showing due to the chilled air that has formed, before he tilts his head back enough to greet the intruder.]

Abarai.

[What do you want?]

[notapineapple]

Hitsugaya-taichou.

[Renji grins as he enters the training arena. He's been looking for the man for a little while. Sure, Rangiku tried to distract him with drinking, but he was on a mission today. He wanted to talk to him.]

Need a break?

[He's even brought green tea.]

[freezetheheavens]

[Toushirou blinks once, as if startled that the older shinigami is the one to ask him to take/need a break. Usually, by now, it would be Matsumoto, but who knows where his lieutenant is.

He's had half the mind to refuse, but he's grown aware of how tired he is, so he simply gives a nod and sheathes a sword.]

Seems like I do.

[What were you hoping to talk to him about?]

[notapineapple]

[Before talking, he heads over to a nearby bench, and places the tea on it beside him for Toushirou to drink.]

Good.

[Was he nervous? Yeah. Yeah he was.]

[freezetheheavens]

[He heads over to the bench, picking up the tea and sitting down. He nurses the cup briefly, glancing over at him.]

You seem nervous.

[notapineapple]

Hah... nah, just thinkin'...

[He's nervous. And his face is a little bit red.]

oh hey there

[shatteringfate]

[Laying there, staring at the ceiling, Ichigo isn’t quite sure what was going on at any given moment between him and Renji. Sure, they’ve been dating for the date’s marked on the calendar a while now, but sometimes it could be a while between them seeing each other. Dating someone technically dead had its downfalls. A huge one? At any given time Renji’s leave could be cancelled and that meant no time for the carrot top.

Ichigo would deny and mean it when he says that he doesn’t want to die just to make things between them work. He just… would like a little more time to see his boyfriend. There was the temptation of spending part of the summer in the Seiretei. The only problem was the nagging feeling that it might just turn into one huge mess with Zaraki wanting to challenge him to a fight, Rukia teasing him relentlessly, and everyone else demanding his attention in some way.

These thoughts and more just kept milling around in his head as he rolls over onto his stomach, checking his phone for the millionth time.]

Is he showing up today?

haaay

[notapineapple]

[Renji tried to mitigate any unnecessary calling in, but sometimes it was completely inevitable. Sometimes, the sixth division needed him and sometimes, something just went wrong. He could only do so much, after all, and it's why they had so many short visits.

He so badly just wants Ichigo to spend the summer with him. Although it might end badly for Ichigo in the long run, with so many people wanting him, at least they'd have the nights together.

And maybe, just maybe...

...Nah.

It's late at night before Renji appears in the window of Ichigo's room, tapping on the frame.]

Yo.

[Raising his hand up.]

[shatteringfate]

[Ichigo had started dozing off, head bobbing up and own a bit as he does. The tap on the window is enough to jolt him awake. Blinking, he looks over at the window and scrambles to sit up.]

You're here!

[Wait... did that sound too much like what a girl would say? He frowns, looking away.]

It's about time.

[notapineapple]

...Heh, lookit my cute girlfriend.

[It did. He moves in to steal a kiss.]

C'mon. Enough is enough, you're stayin' with me for a week.

[Ichigo didn't have school, there was no excuse for it.]

[shatteringfate]

[That makes Ichigo splutter and glare at Renji.]

Girlfriend?!

[The redhead can have a kiss until Ichigo pushes his face away, still glaring a bit.]

You decided this just like that? What if I have plans?

[He... doesn't have any.]

[notapineapple]

...Do you have plans?

[He grins, resting his hands on the windowsill. He doesn't believe for a second Ichigo has plans.

Considering how his boyfriend quickly responds to his texts. So... he's smirking.]