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The Alphabet Series
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult
Chapters:
4
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2
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Booze, Boobs and Bar Brawls
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters.
Warnings: Alcoholism, language, general eleventh division behaviour of the worst kind, a little short (just above drabble length at 1200 words).
Pairing: Slight RenjiKira
Notes: Here is part two of my Alphabet Series and it will be the only one with a phrase as its 'theme word', as opposed to a single word. This story was inspired by my brother, who cosplays a wickedly awesome Zaraki Kenpachi, four bottles of good table sake and a weekend spent in the company of two friends, who now believe the word Jenga (as in the table game where you stack wooden blocks and try not to topple them) means 'boobs' in another language.
B is for: Booze, Boobs and Bar Brawls
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A little bit of peace was all the bartender wanted. Had Ayasegawa Yumichika been in the establishment, he might have had it, but due to the fifth seat's refusal to drink with 'that mopey blond', referring to Kira, he opted to remain in the division barracks, preening for nothing in particular.
At the small bar in Rukongai that Renji, Kira and Ikkaku frequented in the past, sat the three men again, this time joined by Zaraki Kenpachi and Matsumoto Rangiku. Before them, at what had once been an immaculately clean wooden table, were no less than a dozen empty sake bottles and small puddles of spilled booze.
Ikkaku, cheered by the sight of the barmaid returning with more full bottles, slapped Renji on the back, causing the redhead to spill his sake and earning a feral growl from the lithesome form.
“Ya fuckin' bastard! Ya want me to slap ya on the back when you're tryin' to take a drink? Wise up, asshole.”
The bald shinigami pulled his left hand back and viciously punched the other in the shoulder, cheerfully downing another cup of the sweet wine and slamming the ceramic item onto the now-soiled tabletop. Matsumoto, beyond her limit and still enjoying herself, slapped her thigh and happily belched into the already dirty bar air, claiming the noise to be her own with a little shout of success.
“Lighten up, Renji! Just have another!”
Beside the threesome Kira sat silently, sipping his wine with tired looking eyes and occasionally glancing over to the massive captain to his right. Zaraki usually enjoyed his booze quietly and tonight was no different, though he kept a rather watchful eye on his third seat, as if the man were under surveillance even while off duty. The bald man grinned stupidly, earning himself an eye roll and a rather rude living world gesture that involved a single finger.
To Kira it was a normal evening out with his friends but it was slowly getting to the point of no return, the point when the eleventh captain began hauling off on people for the hell of it and when Matsumoto began her rant on men and their slovenly behaviour. She loved being 'one of the guys', but due to her enormous assets, she sometimes found it hard to blend in. One man in particular, her beloved little Kira (whom she adopted as her own companion after her captain refused to drink with her anymore), stared at the low-cut black uniform, sneaking peeks when he thought the strawberry blonde wasn't looking.
“Oi, Kira! Can you stop looking at me like that? You're turning into one of them!” She gestured toward the rest of their troupe, who all turned their heads and gave questioning looks. Ikkaku looked especially hurt.
“What're ya fuckin' on about, Ran?”
“You three! How long did it take you to stop looking down my top when you first met me?”
The third seat snorted and slammed his cup down again, refilling it as he spoke, wildly gesturing with the now filled cup and spilling it onto Renji, who promptly slapped Ikkaku's bald head with a little grunt.
“Once I realized ya drank like the rest of us.” He said matter-of-factly, through the stinging ache of his most recent smack.
“Yeah, Ran. Ya got a nice set but ya ain't what I'm after.” Renji cautioned. “You're missin' vital parts for any real fun.”
That shut her up. She looked to each man and then down at her breasts, giving them a loving little squeeze and then leaving them alone, occasionally dribbling the sweet sake down between them, ignorant to
Another bottle quickly disappeared as Kira snatched it from the tabletop, pouring himself a heavy draught and then handing it off to the once again oblivious tenth fukutaichou. The young blond couldn't help but notice a hand sneaking its way onto his thigh, absolutely positive that it didn't belong to the busty woman beside him. He swiped at it with his empty hand and heard a very manly snort of irritation from behind him, a heavy reiatsu suddenly weighing down the entire room as Zaraki stood up a blush noticeable on Renji's cheeks that couldn't have possibly been from the booze.
“All ya fucks're disgustin', ya ask me.” He growled. “None of ya, the guys anyway, have any balls when it comes to women. Ya gotta be forward with 'em. None of this prancin' around like ya gotta sugar coat shit.”
Neither of the remaining men knew what the hell the overly large captain was trying to tell them and their faces said as much, even Rangiku's face was blank. The spiky-haired swordsman rolled his eyes again and reached out a hand, sneaking it past Kira to cheekily grab Matsumoto's left breast, earning himself a squeal, a punch to the gut and a half empty bottle of sake smashed against his forehead. The bar instantly became quiet and spirit energy flared, obviously from the other patrons and their anger over the large captain's audacity to openly molest a pretty girl and his companions' refusal to either help her or tell Zaraki off.
He stood there above them, with a stupid but scary smile on his face, a trickle of blood pouring from a cut above his eyebrow and his guts aching somewhat from the punch the flame-haired woman gave him. Ikkaku immediately broke into peals of laughter, while Kira stammered to Renji about how awful the situation must be for Matsumoto-san, her private area touched by such an uncouth, horrid man. The pony tailed fukutaichou only patted the blond on the back and refilled his glass, leaning over to whisper something into his ear, causing the boy to blush brightly.
Kenpachi snorted again and cuffed Renji up the back of the head before walking away, tossing a few paper bills onto the table for his drinks and leaving without much ado, purposely hollering loud enough so that the bar could hear what he had to say, as well as the men he had intended the words of advice for. The growing reiatsu in the room suggested impending doom but the shinigami didn't seem to notice until Zaraki was almost out of sight, the sound of scraping chairs and clinked glasses around them obviously indicating that the other patrons were getting up and were coming closer to their table.
“Ya got three things to look forward to in life.” He stated simply, waiting just inside the door and walking off afterwards.
“Booze, which ya got tonight but ya won't remember havin' tomorrow; boobs, which are fun to play with but which cause most of life's headaches; and bar brawls, like the one you're gonna be part of after I close this door.”
Warnings: Alcoholism, language, general eleventh division behaviour of the worst kind, a little short (just above drabble length at 1200 words).
Pairing: Slight RenjiKira
Notes: Here is part two of my Alphabet Series and it will be the only one with a phrase as its 'theme word', as opposed to a single word. This story was inspired by my brother, who cosplays a wickedly awesome Zaraki Kenpachi, four bottles of good table sake and a weekend spent in the company of two friends, who now believe the word Jenga (as in the table game where you stack wooden blocks and try not to topple them) means 'boobs' in another language.
B is for: Booze, Boobs and Bar Brawls
---------------------------------
A little bit of peace was all the bartender wanted. Had Ayasegawa Yumichika been in the establishment, he might have had it, but due to the fifth seat's refusal to drink with 'that mopey blond', referring to Kira, he opted to remain in the division barracks, preening for nothing in particular.
At the small bar in Rukongai that Renji, Kira and Ikkaku frequented in the past, sat the three men again, this time joined by Zaraki Kenpachi and Matsumoto Rangiku. Before them, at what had once been an immaculately clean wooden table, were no less than a dozen empty sake bottles and small puddles of spilled booze.
Ikkaku, cheered by the sight of the barmaid returning with more full bottles, slapped Renji on the back, causing the redhead to spill his sake and earning a feral growl from the lithesome form.
“Ya fuckin' bastard! Ya want me to slap ya on the back when you're tryin' to take a drink? Wise up, asshole.”
The bald shinigami pulled his left hand back and viciously punched the other in the shoulder, cheerfully downing another cup of the sweet wine and slamming the ceramic item onto the now-soiled tabletop. Matsumoto, beyond her limit and still enjoying herself, slapped her thigh and happily belched into the already dirty bar air, claiming the noise to be her own with a little shout of success.
“Lighten up, Renji! Just have another!”
Beside the threesome Kira sat silently, sipping his wine with tired looking eyes and occasionally glancing over to the massive captain to his right. Zaraki usually enjoyed his booze quietly and tonight was no different, though he kept a rather watchful eye on his third seat, as if the man were under surveillance even while off duty. The bald man grinned stupidly, earning himself an eye roll and a rather rude living world gesture that involved a single finger.
To Kira it was a normal evening out with his friends but it was slowly getting to the point of no return, the point when the eleventh captain began hauling off on people for the hell of it and when Matsumoto began her rant on men and their slovenly behaviour. She loved being 'one of the guys', but due to her enormous assets, she sometimes found it hard to blend in. One man in particular, her beloved little Kira (whom she adopted as her own companion after her captain refused to drink with her anymore), stared at the low-cut black uniform, sneaking peeks when he thought the strawberry blonde wasn't looking.
“Oi, Kira! Can you stop looking at me like that? You're turning into one of them!” She gestured toward the rest of their troupe, who all turned their heads and gave questioning looks. Ikkaku looked especially hurt.
“What're ya fuckin' on about, Ran?”
“You three! How long did it take you to stop looking down my top when you first met me?”
The third seat snorted and slammed his cup down again, refilling it as he spoke, wildly gesturing with the now filled cup and spilling it onto Renji, who promptly slapped Ikkaku's bald head with a little grunt.
“Once I realized ya drank like the rest of us.” He said matter-of-factly, through the stinging ache of his most recent smack.
“Yeah, Ran. Ya got a nice set but ya ain't what I'm after.” Renji cautioned. “You're missin' vital parts for any real fun.”
That shut her up. She looked to each man and then down at her breasts, giving them a loving little squeeze and then leaving them alone, occasionally dribbling the sweet sake down between them, ignorant to
Another bottle quickly disappeared as Kira snatched it from the tabletop, pouring himself a heavy draught and then handing it off to the once again oblivious tenth fukutaichou. The young blond couldn't help but notice a hand sneaking its way onto his thigh, absolutely positive that it didn't belong to the busty woman beside him. He swiped at it with his empty hand and heard a very manly snort of irritation from behind him, a heavy reiatsu suddenly weighing down the entire room as Zaraki stood up a blush noticeable on Renji's cheeks that couldn't have possibly been from the booze.
“All ya fucks're disgustin', ya ask me.” He growled. “None of ya, the guys anyway, have any balls when it comes to women. Ya gotta be forward with 'em. None of this prancin' around like ya gotta sugar coat shit.”
Neither of the remaining men knew what the hell the overly large captain was trying to tell them and their faces said as much, even Rangiku's face was blank. The spiky-haired swordsman rolled his eyes again and reached out a hand, sneaking it past Kira to cheekily grab Matsumoto's left breast, earning himself a squeal, a punch to the gut and a half empty bottle of sake smashed against his forehead. The bar instantly became quiet and spirit energy flared, obviously from the other patrons and their anger over the large captain's audacity to openly molest a pretty girl and his companions' refusal to either help her or tell Zaraki off.
He stood there above them, with a stupid but scary smile on his face, a trickle of blood pouring from a cut above his eyebrow and his guts aching somewhat from the punch the flame-haired woman gave him. Ikkaku immediately broke into peals of laughter, while Kira stammered to Renji about how awful the situation must be for Matsumoto-san, her private area touched by such an uncouth, horrid man. The pony tailed fukutaichou only patted the blond on the back and refilled his glass, leaning over to whisper something into his ear, causing the boy to blush brightly.
Kenpachi snorted again and cuffed Renji up the back of the head before walking away, tossing a few paper bills onto the table for his drinks and leaving without much ado, purposely hollering loud enough so that the bar could hear what he had to say, as well as the men he had intended the words of advice for. The growing reiatsu in the room suggested impending doom but the shinigami didn't seem to notice until Zaraki was almost out of sight, the sound of scraping chairs and clinked glasses around them obviously indicating that the other patrons were getting up and were coming closer to their table.
“Ya got three things to look forward to in life.” He stated simply, waiting just inside the door and walking off afterwards.
“Booze, which ya got tonight but ya won't remember havin' tomorrow; boobs, which are fun to play with but which cause most of life's headaches; and bar brawls, like the one you're gonna be part of after I close this door.”