11 Stories of IchiIshi
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
11
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Pixie Stix
Title: Sugar High
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: The tamest fic of mine EVER!
Theme: 14) A Hole in the World and, 16) Target
Summary: Never, ever give Ichigo Pixie Stix and Surge
Warnings: Severe crack
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach, I don’t own Clorox bleach either or Pixie Stix or Surge or Redbull.
All right, my friend helped me think out this idea because I really wanted to do this theme. Anyways, here’s my crack-fic called:
Sugar High
“OOOOIIIIII IIIIISHIIIIIIDAAAAA!”
There’s a deep feeling of dread making its home in his stomach as he hears the energetic, if not somewhat ominous screech. He’s heard that sort of scream when he spends the night at Ichigo’s; its sounds vaguely like his dad is about...to...attack...him...
‘Oh sh—‘ Suddenly a body comes flying at the archer from out of no where, latching onto the rigid form.
“I’m so glad your hoooome!!!” Ishida is...deeply disturbed by the actions of his usually scowling, rude boyfriend. Stumbling to keep his balance, along with holding up the weight of his very muscular...heavy...boyfriend, Ishida plants his feet firmly before throwing the orange-haired Shinigami off of him and onto the floor.
“WHAT WRONG WITH YOU, YOU IDIOT?!” Ichigo lands against the wall, sitting on his shoulders.
“He had too many Pixie Stix.” A new voice enters.
“AHHH! A murderer in my house!”
“Quit screaming you pansy Quincy, it’s just me, Abarai Renji.” The red-head steps out of the shadows to show Ishida he has no reason to be alarmed.
“Well maybe if you didn’t stand in the shadows, talking creepily all of sudden...” Ishida regains his composure, pushing up his glasses in the same fashion he does when he’s embarrassed.
“Wow, you’re really paranoid aren’t you?” Renji grins evilly at the archer.
“Shut up! Now tell me why you’re sneaking into my apartment and why the idiot against the wall is acting ridiculously like his father.” Ishida places his bag on coffee table and head to the kitchen to prepare himself some tea.
“All I know is that he and Yuzu were sitting in her room eating these little tubes of what is most likely color sugar.”
“How many did he eat?”
“Well Yuzu had about 4 or 5, but Ichigo had 30 or 40 of ‘em.”
“THIRTY OR FORTY? You mean to tell me he’s on a sugar high?”
“That and he had about 4 bottles of Surge soda, 3 Mountain Dews, and about 5 Red Bulls. He said he was really thirsty.”
“YOU THINK? And you let him drink and eat all of that? ARE YOU STUPID?!” Ishida looks as if he’s about to spontaneously combust on Renji, well, that is until the tea kettle goes off, whistling away its alert for readiness and the archer’s anger at the tattooed Shinigami.
Renji sits calmly on the couch as Ichigo rights himself to be sitting on his rear on the floor.
“Where’s my Ishida-kuuuun?!”
‘Oh no...’
Smirking to himself, Renji decides to mess with the dark-haired Quincy. “He’s in the kitchen, Ichigo. Why don’t you give him a big coming home kiss?” Renji would never waste an opportunity to see an irate Ishida.
Moments after the hyperactive high school freshman bounds into the kitchen, he’s flying through the living area once again, this time denting the wall with his head. “Calm down, Kurosaki!”
Pouncing to his knees, Ichigo looks like a kicked puppy, pouting cutely at his hands in his lap. “Why is Ishida so mean to mean? All I do is love and yet I’m treated like some dog.” His lip even quivers in hurt.
Renji flies from his seat on the sofa and flings himself against the wall farthest from the other Shinigami. “There must be a hole in the world. Kurosaki Ichigo never acts like that. That’s just not right.”
“Yeah but his father does. Now I can see the resemblance.” Ishida walks in and sits on the couch, blowing on his tea. What he misses is the evil grin to crawl onto Ichigo’s face.
Suddenly, he leaps in the air, aiming towards Ishida, or actually Ishida’s lap, and lands...hard. The archer flings his tea up and onto his head and all over Ichigo. Grabbing for his family jewels, Ishida attempts to comfort the pain inflicted upon them, but Ichigo, clearly not affected by the scalding liquid, squeezes him in a huge bear hug, effectively cutting off his air supply.
Renji edges his way out of the window, away from the reddening Quincy, who looks as if he’s about to proclaim death upon the hyperactive Shinigami.
“Why you...” Ishida breaks from his hold and in two seconds flat, he’s standing up with an energy arrow pointed between Ichigo’s eyes.
And Ichigo, again not affected by the situation, simply coos to his boyfriend in an unnaturally high voice, “Uryuu-kun is so cute when he’s angry. Are you going to shoot me with the funny blue light? What is the funny blue light anyways? Will it hurt if you shoot me? How did you make the funny blue light? Are you Legolas from Lord of the Rings? But he hand long blonde hair and you’re black-headed and Japanese. Maybe your Legolas in disguise...”
Ishida looks at the boy incredulously before carefully aiming at his rear. Taking aim, Ishida shoots one solitary arrow, singeing Ichigo’s rear enough to make him yelp and run into the bathroom and jump into the shower fully clothed. Ishida calmly walks into the bathroom door, locks it from the outside and places the coffee table in front. Then he makes himself another cup of tea and sits peacefully on the couch, sipping it and listening to the wonderful cries of a wet, hyper Ichigo banging on the door, begging to come out.
He’ll let him out eventually...after he promises to NEVER eat another Pixie Stix!
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: The tamest fic of mine EVER!
Theme: 14) A Hole in the World and, 16) Target
Summary: Never, ever give Ichigo Pixie Stix and Surge
Warnings: Severe crack
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach, I don’t own Clorox bleach either or Pixie Stix or Surge or Redbull.
All right, my friend helped me think out this idea because I really wanted to do this theme. Anyways, here’s my crack-fic called:
Sugar High
“OOOOIIIIII IIIIISHIIIIIIDAAAAA!”
There’s a deep feeling of dread making its home in his stomach as he hears the energetic, if not somewhat ominous screech. He’s heard that sort of scream when he spends the night at Ichigo’s; its sounds vaguely like his dad is about...to...attack...him...
‘Oh sh—‘ Suddenly a body comes flying at the archer from out of no where, latching onto the rigid form.
“I’m so glad your hoooome!!!” Ishida is...deeply disturbed by the actions of his usually scowling, rude boyfriend. Stumbling to keep his balance, along with holding up the weight of his very muscular...heavy...boyfriend, Ishida plants his feet firmly before throwing the orange-haired Shinigami off of him and onto the floor.
“WHAT WRONG WITH YOU, YOU IDIOT?!” Ichigo lands against the wall, sitting on his shoulders.
“He had too many Pixie Stix.” A new voice enters.
“AHHH! A murderer in my house!”
“Quit screaming you pansy Quincy, it’s just me, Abarai Renji.” The red-head steps out of the shadows to show Ishida he has no reason to be alarmed.
“Well maybe if you didn’t stand in the shadows, talking creepily all of sudden...” Ishida regains his composure, pushing up his glasses in the same fashion he does when he’s embarrassed.
“Wow, you’re really paranoid aren’t you?” Renji grins evilly at the archer.
“Shut up! Now tell me why you’re sneaking into my apartment and why the idiot against the wall is acting ridiculously like his father.” Ishida places his bag on coffee table and head to the kitchen to prepare himself some tea.
“All I know is that he and Yuzu were sitting in her room eating these little tubes of what is most likely color sugar.”
“How many did he eat?”
“Well Yuzu had about 4 or 5, but Ichigo had 30 or 40 of ‘em.”
“THIRTY OR FORTY? You mean to tell me he’s on a sugar high?”
“That and he had about 4 bottles of Surge soda, 3 Mountain Dews, and about 5 Red Bulls. He said he was really thirsty.”
“YOU THINK? And you let him drink and eat all of that? ARE YOU STUPID?!” Ishida looks as if he’s about to spontaneously combust on Renji, well, that is until the tea kettle goes off, whistling away its alert for readiness and the archer’s anger at the tattooed Shinigami.
Renji sits calmly on the couch as Ichigo rights himself to be sitting on his rear on the floor.
“Where’s my Ishida-kuuuun?!”
‘Oh no...’
Smirking to himself, Renji decides to mess with the dark-haired Quincy. “He’s in the kitchen, Ichigo. Why don’t you give him a big coming home kiss?” Renji would never waste an opportunity to see an irate Ishida.
Moments after the hyperactive high school freshman bounds into the kitchen, he’s flying through the living area once again, this time denting the wall with his head. “Calm down, Kurosaki!”
Pouncing to his knees, Ichigo looks like a kicked puppy, pouting cutely at his hands in his lap. “Why is Ishida so mean to mean? All I do is love and yet I’m treated like some dog.” His lip even quivers in hurt.
Renji flies from his seat on the sofa and flings himself against the wall farthest from the other Shinigami. “There must be a hole in the world. Kurosaki Ichigo never acts like that. That’s just not right.”
“Yeah but his father does. Now I can see the resemblance.” Ishida walks in and sits on the couch, blowing on his tea. What he misses is the evil grin to crawl onto Ichigo’s face.
Suddenly, he leaps in the air, aiming towards Ishida, or actually Ishida’s lap, and lands...hard. The archer flings his tea up and onto his head and all over Ichigo. Grabbing for his family jewels, Ishida attempts to comfort the pain inflicted upon them, but Ichigo, clearly not affected by the scalding liquid, squeezes him in a huge bear hug, effectively cutting off his air supply.
Renji edges his way out of the window, away from the reddening Quincy, who looks as if he’s about to proclaim death upon the hyperactive Shinigami.
“Why you...” Ishida breaks from his hold and in two seconds flat, he’s standing up with an energy arrow pointed between Ichigo’s eyes.
And Ichigo, again not affected by the situation, simply coos to his boyfriend in an unnaturally high voice, “Uryuu-kun is so cute when he’s angry. Are you going to shoot me with the funny blue light? What is the funny blue light anyways? Will it hurt if you shoot me? How did you make the funny blue light? Are you Legolas from Lord of the Rings? But he hand long blonde hair and you’re black-headed and Japanese. Maybe your Legolas in disguise...”
Ishida looks at the boy incredulously before carefully aiming at his rear. Taking aim, Ishida shoots one solitary arrow, singeing Ichigo’s rear enough to make him yelp and run into the bathroom and jump into the shower fully clothed. Ishida calmly walks into the bathroom door, locks it from the outside and places the coffee table in front. Then he makes himself another cup of tea and sits peacefully on the couch, sipping it and listening to the wonderful cries of a wet, hyper Ichigo banging on the door, begging to come out.
He’ll let him out eventually...after he promises to NEVER eat another Pixie Stix!