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Moving On
a/n: Huzzah! Another finished request! I feel all successful and stuff!
Also, I have a new story up! The Sweetest Downfall enjoy!
Big thanks to my reviewers and readers! Much love to Yakumo, Elora (Glad you liked!), Kuromei, uchiha mikomi, Jennifer, and emzzzz!
Title: Moving On
Pairings: Renji/Tatsuki; hinted one-sided Renji/Ichigo, Renji/Rukia, and Tatsuki/Ichigo
Rating: T
Warning: Slightly AU, cracky in a way, language, hetkisses
Words: 1052
Description: He was bigger than her and older and supposedly wiser, but there was a vulnerability to him that Tatsuki couldn't ignore.
Dedication: For Bad one, who wanted a Renji/Tatsuki.
It started when she caught him struggling to get out of his gigai, an amusing thing on its own. And after knocking him over the head a few times – to his disbelief – he finally broke down and explained everything. It later reassured him to know that Ichigo survived the same treatment from her on a daily basis. Not that he wanted to be compared to Ichigo or anything.
From then on, Renji became her liaison to the Shinigami. If she wanted to know anything, she asked him. And Tatsuki counted on him to keep her up to date on the war against Aizen and what Ichigo was doing. Now, when she looked out the window and saw Ichigo, she could at least be relieved that she knew what his frequent absences meant. And she could worry for good reason.
She thought she saw something of a kinship in Renji, who had been inexplicably pulled into the web that surrounded her long-time friend. Brooding, dense, stubborn bastard that he was, Ichigo collected people without knowing how or why he was doing it. He had a magnetism to him, a gravitation that couldn't be avoided. One couldn't help but love him; gods knew Tatsuki had tried to throw away her own feelings. And sometimes, when Renji talked about him, she knew he faced the same struggles as she.
In all honesty, it was Tatsuki who made the first move. If she had waited on Renji, she would’ve died and gone to Soul Society twice over before he saw past his own carefully hidden misery. She couldn't wait for him, so she kissed him first.
He had been startled. What man wouldn't be to be kissed out of the blue? Especially since he'd been in the middle of explaining the reason behind why Ishida pretended to hate the Shinigami, even though he kept helping them. The bitterness between Shinigami and Quincy was quite deep apparently.
Tired of sitting around and waiting and watching, Tatsuki had taken matters into her own hands. Renji had tasted sweet, and the crumb leftover from his taiyaki on the corner of his mouth had been almost cute. He was supposed to be a grown-up Shinigami bad-ass man. But really, he was just a kid inside. He was bigger than her and older and supposedly wiser, but there was a vulnerability to him that Tatsuki couldn't ignore. In many ways, he was a lot like Ichigo, but she'd never tell Renji that.
She sometimes caught him looking at that Kuchiki girl as well, a longing reflected in his eyes that ran decades deep. And decades it was because Shinigami lived for a long time after all. Sometimes, Tatsuki looked at herself and realized she couldn't possibly compare to someone like Rukia. Smart and talented and strong-minded. It was Rukia who had caused all the changes in Ichigo, breaking through the sorrow that surrounded him when Tatsuki hadn't been able to reach him at all. And maybe, in some way, she envied Rukia for that.
Surely, there was a reason Renji loved her, too.
Tatsuki couldn't compare, so she didn't bother to try. Just like Renji couldn't be Ichigo, she couldn't be Rukia. And it was so much better that way. Whenever she caught Renji gazing longingly anywhere else, she grabbed his hand. Or dragged her fingers up his spine when no one else could see them. Or blew in his ear just to watch him jump guiltily and flush to his ears. For being so old, he still acted like a virginal, teenage boy.
Sometimes, Renji caught her watching, too. And his answer was to that was to loudly involve Ichigo in some sort of scuffle. He rarely won, but when he did, his pride stretched a grin from ear to ear. As if in some way he had also conquered those pesky, painful feelings that occasionally haunted Tatsuki. It endeared her.
It might have been the first time that Tatsuki saw him in battle that she fell in love. And it wasn't because he won or that he kicked ass or that he tore his enemy apart. It was actually because he barely survived, and that was only after suffering a hefty bit of damage in a particularly unspectacular way. However, he never stopped fighting, and that determination might have been what captured her heart.
When they went into Hueco Mundo after Orihime, it wasn't just Ichigo she worried for. But Renji as well. She’d never told him how she felt, just as he'd never told her either.
She fought because she didn't have anything else to do but worry and wait. Her eyes turned towards the sky, as though Hueco Mundo lurked just behind the clouds. And Tatsuki wondered just how hard it was to get there.
She thought of tracing her fingers along dark lines, but never taking it any further than that because something always held her – them -- back. She remembered running her fingers through long red hair and being enclosed in an embrace made of arms that were too warm to have never held anyone before. She thought of how easily she fit under his chin and how it didn't bother her like it used to. Mostly because she could easily kick Renji's ass if she wanted. She just didn't, you know, want to.
And Tatsuki realized as she watched a cloud lazily drift by that her thoughts weren't anywhere near Ichigo. Sure, she worried for him. She prayed every day that he came back alive because he was as precious to her as Orihime. And she wouldn't know what to do if the scowling bastard wasn't around anymore. Her heart, however, didn't twist into knots at just the mental image of him any longer. Instead, it warmed and throbbed and did strange skipping beats when she thought of a certain brash Shinigami with a rather cute inferiority complex.
Huh.
Stranger things. Somehow without looking, like a snap of the fingers, everything changed.
Her last thought before the bizarre and unnatural sleep overtook her was that the big, loud idiot better return. And if he didn't, Tatsuki was going to find his tattooed ass and drag it back. She had something to say, and he'd better be around to hear it.
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a/n: Just like Renji/Orihime, Renji/Tatsuki has grown on me. I may try to write it again in the future. They're so cute! And I hope you liked it, too!
Also, if anyone is interested, I'm starting a new fic called The Sweetest Downfall which you can find on adultfanfiction or on my homesite. It's a tad too graphic for this site. The description for it is in my profile.
More requests to come! I promise! Including some steamy ones!
Also, I have a new story up! The Sweetest Downfall enjoy!
Big thanks to my reviewers and readers! Much love to Yakumo, Elora (Glad you liked!), Kuromei, uchiha mikomi, Jennifer, and emzzzz!
Title: Moving On
Pairings: Renji/Tatsuki; hinted one-sided Renji/Ichigo, Renji/Rukia, and Tatsuki/Ichigo
Rating: T
Warning: Slightly AU, cracky in a way, language, hetkisses
Words: 1052
Description: He was bigger than her and older and supposedly wiser, but there was a vulnerability to him that Tatsuki couldn't ignore.
Dedication: For Bad one, who wanted a Renji/Tatsuki.
It started when she caught him struggling to get out of his gigai, an amusing thing on its own. And after knocking him over the head a few times – to his disbelief – he finally broke down and explained everything. It later reassured him to know that Ichigo survived the same treatment from her on a daily basis. Not that he wanted to be compared to Ichigo or anything.
From then on, Renji became her liaison to the Shinigami. If she wanted to know anything, she asked him. And Tatsuki counted on him to keep her up to date on the war against Aizen and what Ichigo was doing. Now, when she looked out the window and saw Ichigo, she could at least be relieved that she knew what his frequent absences meant. And she could worry for good reason.
She thought she saw something of a kinship in Renji, who had been inexplicably pulled into the web that surrounded her long-time friend. Brooding, dense, stubborn bastard that he was, Ichigo collected people without knowing how or why he was doing it. He had a magnetism to him, a gravitation that couldn't be avoided. One couldn't help but love him; gods knew Tatsuki had tried to throw away her own feelings. And sometimes, when Renji talked about him, she knew he faced the same struggles as she.
In all honesty, it was Tatsuki who made the first move. If she had waited on Renji, she would’ve died and gone to Soul Society twice over before he saw past his own carefully hidden misery. She couldn't wait for him, so she kissed him first.
He had been startled. What man wouldn't be to be kissed out of the blue? Especially since he'd been in the middle of explaining the reason behind why Ishida pretended to hate the Shinigami, even though he kept helping them. The bitterness between Shinigami and Quincy was quite deep apparently.
Tired of sitting around and waiting and watching, Tatsuki had taken matters into her own hands. Renji had tasted sweet, and the crumb leftover from his taiyaki on the corner of his mouth had been almost cute. He was supposed to be a grown-up Shinigami bad-ass man. But really, he was just a kid inside. He was bigger than her and older and supposedly wiser, but there was a vulnerability to him that Tatsuki couldn't ignore. In many ways, he was a lot like Ichigo, but she'd never tell Renji that.
She sometimes caught him looking at that Kuchiki girl as well, a longing reflected in his eyes that ran decades deep. And decades it was because Shinigami lived for a long time after all. Sometimes, Tatsuki looked at herself and realized she couldn't possibly compare to someone like Rukia. Smart and talented and strong-minded. It was Rukia who had caused all the changes in Ichigo, breaking through the sorrow that surrounded him when Tatsuki hadn't been able to reach him at all. And maybe, in some way, she envied Rukia for that.
Surely, there was a reason Renji loved her, too.
Tatsuki couldn't compare, so she didn't bother to try. Just like Renji couldn't be Ichigo, she couldn't be Rukia. And it was so much better that way. Whenever she caught Renji gazing longingly anywhere else, she grabbed his hand. Or dragged her fingers up his spine when no one else could see them. Or blew in his ear just to watch him jump guiltily and flush to his ears. For being so old, he still acted like a virginal, teenage boy.
Sometimes, Renji caught her watching, too. And his answer was to that was to loudly involve Ichigo in some sort of scuffle. He rarely won, but when he did, his pride stretched a grin from ear to ear. As if in some way he had also conquered those pesky, painful feelings that occasionally haunted Tatsuki. It endeared her.
It might have been the first time that Tatsuki saw him in battle that she fell in love. And it wasn't because he won or that he kicked ass or that he tore his enemy apart. It was actually because he barely survived, and that was only after suffering a hefty bit of damage in a particularly unspectacular way. However, he never stopped fighting, and that determination might have been what captured her heart.
When they went into Hueco Mundo after Orihime, it wasn't just Ichigo she worried for. But Renji as well. She’d never told him how she felt, just as he'd never told her either.
She fought because she didn't have anything else to do but worry and wait. Her eyes turned towards the sky, as though Hueco Mundo lurked just behind the clouds. And Tatsuki wondered just how hard it was to get there.
She thought of tracing her fingers along dark lines, but never taking it any further than that because something always held her – them -- back. She remembered running her fingers through long red hair and being enclosed in an embrace made of arms that were too warm to have never held anyone before. She thought of how easily she fit under his chin and how it didn't bother her like it used to. Mostly because she could easily kick Renji's ass if she wanted. She just didn't, you know, want to.
And Tatsuki realized as she watched a cloud lazily drift by that her thoughts weren't anywhere near Ichigo. Sure, she worried for him. She prayed every day that he came back alive because he was as precious to her as Orihime. And she wouldn't know what to do if the scowling bastard wasn't around anymore. Her heart, however, didn't twist into knots at just the mental image of him any longer. Instead, it warmed and throbbed and did strange skipping beats when she thought of a certain brash Shinigami with a rather cute inferiority complex.
Huh.
Stranger things. Somehow without looking, like a snap of the fingers, everything changed.
Her last thought before the bizarre and unnatural sleep overtook her was that the big, loud idiot better return. And if he didn't, Tatsuki was going to find his tattooed ass and drag it back. She had something to say, and he'd better be around to hear it.
a/n: Just like Renji/Orihime, Renji/Tatsuki has grown on me. I may try to write it again in the future. They're so cute! And I hope you liked it, too!
Also, if anyone is interested, I'm starting a new fic called The Sweetest Downfall which you can find on adultfanfiction or on my homesite. It's a tad too graphic for this site. The description for it is in my profile.
More requests to come! I promise! Including some steamy ones!