Immortal Coil

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Immortal Coil: Chapter 3

Ichigo continued trained under the vizards and unexpectedly got used to their company. Most of them were easy to get along with (Kensei, Love, Hachi, Mashiro, etc) but Renji continued to be a pain. He antagonized Ichigo with everything he did. When Ichigo was cooking or washing dishes, Renji managed to produce a pink frilly apron that he was forced into.

Everyone else was amused, but Ichigo was not. Lisa tried to force him to wear a school girl outfit as well, but that’s where he drew the line. Although he hated the way Renji smirked at him when he wore it. He would really like to wipe the smug look off the bastard’s face.

But even when Renji was being an ass, Ichigo couldn’t completely hate him. Their relationship slowly changed to a grudging friendship/rivalry as they sparred with each other and tried to get Ichigo’s mask to hold longer then just a few seconds. But something broke between them the day that Ichigo felt the arrancar’s reiatsu.

“What the fuck is that?” Ichigo’s mask crumbled and he tensed, feeling hard for the reiatsu that was lashing around his home town. “Fuck!”

He moved to race up the stairways and to freedom where he could go save his family and friends, but Renji blocked his path. “Where the fuck are you going? We aren’t finished here.”

Ichigo snarled and tried to run past him again, but Renji snatched him up by his waist and threw him over his shoulder. “I’m going to give him a talking to.” Renji said calmly to the others and ignored Ichigo pounding on his back and wiggling to get free. He walked out the room and brushed past Kensei who was staring at the two with a strange look on his face.

As they got out of the room Renji threw Ichigo up against the wall and ignored his grunt of pain. Ichigo barely had a chance to straighten up before Renji slammed his fist into the wall and Ichigo flinched.

“You better watch yourself, Ichigo.” Renji whispered and unclenched his fist and moved it to brace above Ichigo’s head on the wall. “You never know what could happen.”

Ichigo stared up at him; his breath quickening as he saw black and gold begin to creep into Renji’s brown eyes. “Renji…”

Renji reached down and gripped Ichigo’s chin. “If we hadn’t come to snatch you up when we first saw you, you would have just continued on with your happy life until your hollow had taken over or until you died…You don’t need the Shinigami but you need us.”

Ichigo said nothing and instead tilted his head up as Renji leaned down even further. There lips were just inches away. “You just…just can’t risk your life like that…can’t go off every time you feel an arrancar’s reiatsu…”

“I won’t do it again.”

Renji stared into Ichigo’s eyes and slowly closed the gap…

“Hey, Ichigo!” The two jumped apart as Shinji came storming in and paused, eyeing their flushed faces and the way their eyes wouldn’t meet. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No, of course not, there was nothing to interrupt.” Renji said firmly, still not looking at Ichigo who felt his chest clench painfully at the words.

“Right…” Shinji frowned and then rounded on Ichigo. “You better not pull another stunt like that Ichigo.”

Ichigo was barely listening, his thoughts too caught up in the turmoil of his mind. Shinji sighed in exasperation and shook his head. “Fucking kids…” He muttered as he walked off, leaving Ichigo to ponder the situation with Renji and what he was really feeling.

…

Renji sank against the wall and covered his eyes with his hand. “Fuck…” He was so close to kissing the brat. He wanted to…oh FUCK how he wanted to, but he knew he shouldn’t. A relationship between immortals was always a touchy thing, especially if feelings were apt to be hurt. When you lived a long time you either learned to let go of grudges or held on to them forever. Renji didn’t want there to be bad blood between them, so he could contain himself.

But he couldn’t kid himself that his control wasn’t slipping…He knew that his more passionate feelings tempted the hollow within him. Hunger, rage, jealously, loneliness…lust. Love. He knew that he could control the hollow, but he didn’t know if he could control himself.

…

“Go fish.”

They were playing perhaps the stupidest game to put the word ‘strip’ in front of. Strip go fish. Of course there was alcohol involved and of course they had conned Ichigo into drinking some. Ichigo was losing. Badly.

“You got any threes?” Ichigo asked Kensei, sitting in only his boxers and undershirt.

“Go fish.” Kensei had threes, but that didn’t matter.

“Tch.” Ichigo grumbled and drew a card from the deck, which of course wasn’t a three.

“It’s your turn, Kensei.” Hiyori drawled as she stared at her own cards and hit Shinji who was trying to peak at them.

“Do you have any threes, Ichigo?”

“Lemmesee…” Ichigo had already forgotten what he had just asked for as he squint his eyes and frowned at his cards while Renji snorted. “Yeah…” He tossed his two threes to Kensei who took them and smirked. “Off with the shirt Ichigo.”

Ichigo growled and dropped his cards on the ground (face up so everyone could see what he had) and yanked his shirt over his head. He nearly toppled backward and Renji had to grab him before he did so. “Thanks.” Ichigo muttered and tossed his shirt aside to pick his cards up again.

Kensei blatantly stared at Ichigo’s almost nude form until Renji coughed loudly.

“Got any threes, Rose?”

“Go fish.”

Kensei drew a card and the game went on. Renji and Kensei still had most of their clothes on while Shinji had all of his and Hiyori was in her underwear. When Rose asked her for jacks and she risked becoming topless she decided to call it a night, stomping off and cursing the others.

“Do you have any fours Ichigo?” Shinji asked. He was looking very devious as a twinkle appeared in his eye.

“Yeah….” Ichigo dragged out and threw the card forcibly at Shinji who took it and cocked his head at Ichigo who did nothing.

“Well?”

“What?”

“The boxers.”

Ichigo gave a long suffering sigh and stood up. He was a little unsteady but he managed to get his balance before he fell over. His thumbs hooked on the waist band and he slowly pushed them down, revealing sharp hip bones and orange curls before… Renji grabbed Ichigo’s hands and pulled them forcefully away from his last remaining item of clothing.

Kensei growled in aggravation and glared at Renji.

“What the hell, Abarai!?”

“I think we’ve had enough playing for right now.” Renji snarled and returned Kensei’s heated look.

He tried to pull Ichigo to his room but he kept stumbling so he lifted him up and through him over his shoulder. “You need to learn how to drink, lightweight.” Renji grumbled and ignored Ichigo who had no problem with being manhandled like that and was instead yawning and using Ichigo’s back as a pillow.

“Oi! Don’t fall asleep!”

“Shaddup, ‘m trying t’ sleep b’stard…” Ichigo jerked as Renji pinched his thigh hard. “Asshole!”

“You’re the asshole.” Renji growled and opened the door to Ichigo’s room and tossed him on the futon.

“Ugh…” Ichigo grunted as he was thrown on his back and covered his mouth as his stomach protested.

“Fucking idiot…” Renji left the room for a second and quickly returned with a bowl and a glass of water. He grimaced and turned to the side as Ichigo threw up into the bowl and sighed in relief as he finished. He set the bowl to the side with a wrinkle of his nose and forced the glass to Ichigo’s mouth.

“Drink it. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

Ichigo did as he was told and felt a little better as the sour taste was rinsed out of his mouth and his parched throat was quenched.

“Mm…”

Renji tugged the blanket and sheets back and pulled of Ichigo’s shoes and socks before forcing him to lie down.

“Don’t go, Renji…” Ichigo mumbled and grabbed his arm to pull Renji into bed with him.

‘I’m so not drunk enough for this…’ Renji thought and carefully detracted himself from Ichigo before he could become too tempted. It helped that Ichigo was half asleep and had just thrown up. Rinsed mouth or not.

Ichigo moaned and snuggled against Renji’s warmth again, making Renji’s body shudder at the sound and touch.

“Night, Ichigo…” Renji whispered and closed the door. Sometimes it was harder to keep away from Ichigo than other times.

LINE

No smexy drunken night for them! This is a bit more realistic for someone who hasn’t drunk before and it’s their first time getting drunk…of course it’s not going to be sunshine and butterflies! (unless you are doing something else other than alcohol…) Water reaallllyy helps. Water is your friend! Good job on Renji for taking care of his Ichi.

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