Finding Home

Warning: This is Yaoi which means boy x boy don’t read if you don’t like.



AN Thanx for the reviews guys. I think I’m liking this story in general more than coming home though Coming Home will always have a special place in my heart as my first. Not to mention I adore Gin and Byakuya. Now the story will start getting less mentally challenging and focus on Renji and Kira growing together while Renji helps Kira deal with himself. I have no clue what mugwort tea would taste like so im just gonna go with it lol. Thx for the suggestion Affie.



Finding Home



I\'d like to run away

From you,

But if you didn\'t come

And find me ...

I would die.

~ by Shirley Bassey ~





Chapter Seven



Izuru stepped into the dark interior of the shop. It was a strange place, the various stalls offered strange items and remedies. Jars of odd spices lined the walls. Many of the items, Izuru had no clue what they were. The shop itself, had a mysterious scent that in calmed and soothed, while hinting at the mysterious. Izuru felt comfortable in this little shop. Its strange employees and eccentric owner only made it seem more endearing. Walking deeper into the shop, Izuru came to a stairway leading downward.



“Hey Kira, come down here for your gigai fitting.” Renji yelled from below. Kira smiled, a small tremor of excitement went through him. He hadn’t been to the Living World in a very long time. The idea of exploring Karakura Town was exciting to Izuru. Perhaps Renji had the right idea after all.



Making his way down the stairs, Izuru opened the door at the bottom and walked into the workshop. Compared to the strange shop upstairs, this workshop was completely different. The inside was almost like a laboratory. It was clean almost to the point of being sterile and perfectly suited what Izuru had heard of the former taicho. Urahara may play the part of eccentric shop owner, but the man was a scientist first and foremost.



Moving further into the room, Izuru heard Renji growling in frustration. “Ya made it too small!” Renji yelled as he was struggling to put on the gigai. Hopping on one foot, Renji made a ridiculous sight as he pulled and tugged at the gigai. Normally gigais slid only smoothly but for some reason Renji was having trouble.



“You are just putting it on wrong.” Urahara said with a devious smile. The man was playing Renji and Renji was falling straight into his hands. Izuru watched in amazement as Renji continued to yell obscenities at Urahara. Kisuke, on the other hand continued to snicker behind his ever present fan.



“FUCK!!” yelled Renji, finally losing his temper and drawing Zabimaru. Growling, Renji pointed the zanpakuto at the snickering Urahara. Izuru ran towards his friend, worried that the man might actually attack the store owner.



Urahara was now doubled over with laughter no longer even attempting to hide his mirth.



“What’s so fucking funny asshole.” yelled Renji now growing very red in the face as his anger rose. Izuru placed a hand on Renji’s arm, attempting to calm the fuming man. Urahara waved his fan at the two shinigami, now that his laughter had eased some, he was able to explain what had caused him such enjoyment.



“When Kuchiki-san sent the Hell Butterfly to ask me to prepare you both a gigai. I just couldn’t resist having a little fun. That gigai that you were attempting to put on is specially made to not go on.” explained Urahara with a grin, his mirth evident. Renji looked like he was about to kill the former taicho. Izuru slipped his hand into Renji’s free hand and leaned on him comfortingly. Renji froze. Glancing towards the smaller man, Renji’s blush changed from one of anger to one of arousal. His heartbeat was speeding in his chest and his mouth felt dry. The worried look in his eyes was the only thing that kept Renji from kissing him right then in front of Urahara. The change in Renji didn’t go unnoticed by the sharp eyes of the former taicho.



Urahara moved away from Renji, who had dropped his raised zanpakuto, and pulled two gigai from their special holding containers. Both gigai were naked and Urahara began rummaging through a cabinet withdrawing an outfit for each.



“Now try these two on, don’t worry these are normal gigai. No more tricks. I promise.” Urahara held up his hands in a peace gesture.



Renji pulled on the gigai and turned to Kira. Izuru’s face went red as an apple. It was a very noticeable change since his skin was so pale. Renji walked up to the smaller man.



“Are ya feeling alright? Ya went red in the face.” asked the redhead.



“I’m fine.” said Izuru, fighting the urge to keep his eyes from drifting downward. Needless to say, Renji was very well endowed. He was long limbed with the body of a natural athlete. A broad chest, long lean muscles, washboard abs, Renji was the image of a perfect body. The jagged tattoos ran down from his face, tracing a black trail along his arms, chest and back. Izuru had to clench his hand to keep from reaching out to trace the black lines.



Turning away Izuru grabbed clothes and threw them at his friend. Then pulling on his gigai he quickly dressed himself. It was weird being in the gigai. The feeling of being weighed down and suppressed was almost stifling. Izuru took a few calming breaths. It felt almost as if he was smothering.



“It will pass.” said Urahara mildly, as he eyed both shinigami. ”I’ve arranged for you to share an apartment a few streets over. Here are the keys, Jinta will take you over there. I’ve stocked the pantry as well as left money and clothes at the apartment. In two weeks please head back over here and I’ll send you both back home safe and sound.”



Escorting both men to the front of the shop and taking a seat at a small table set up on the porch, Urahara signaled to Jinta. The redheaded boy walked over to his employer and plopped down beside him.



“Take these two to the apartment and help them settle in.” said Urahara to the young redheaded boy. The boy nodded, picked up his bat, and began to walk down the street.



“Come on you lazy bums.” yelled the boy as he took a few practice swings with his bat.



“Are you sure he’s no relation to you?” Izuru whispered to Renji. The redhead looked upon Izuru with horror. It was obvious that Renji found that possibility very disturbing.



“Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” called Urahara, waving his fan in farewell.



“That’s not saying much, ya pervert.” retorted Renji loudly before dragging Izuru down the street after Jinta.



About four blocks away from the shop, Jinta turned and walked up to a comfortable apartment complex. Snatching the key from Renji, he trotted up a couple of flights of stairs and opened the door to a small but cozy apartment.



“Two bedrooms are down that hall. Here is the money and the clothes are in the closets. Oh and Urahara wanted me to give you this, its some fancy tea he fixed up for yall. I don’t rightly know what it does but here it is.” Tossing the key and the tea at Renji, the smaller redhead went out of the door. Renji grappled at the items that were tossed at him and scowled at the boy as he left the apartment.



Izuru looked at Renji. “Now what do we do?” Renji thought for a minute.



“Why don’t we make some dinner and try out this tea of Urahara’s.” suggested Renji. Izuru nodded and both went to check out the kitchen. After checking what food was available, they settled on fixing beef stir fry. Izuru set about preparing the beef and Renji chopped up the vegetables. They worked in sync together and before long, settled at the small table to eat.



“Hey, this is pretty good.” said Renji after taking a bite. Izuru blushed, he did like to cook and it was nice to see someone appreciate it. They finished the meal in amicable silence. Izuru picked up the dishes and carried them to the kitchen.



“I’ll go bring the tea. It sort of smells odd but we really should try it.” said Izuru.



“It cant hurt if Urahara gave it to us.” said Renji. He then paused for a moment and looked at Izuru. “Then again…” Izuru started to laugh at the face Renji was making. It was true that people couldn’t always tell what Urahara-san was thinking but the man would never harm others maliciously.



“We should try it at least to be polite.” smiled Izuru and poured them each a cup.



Izuru took a sip and made a face. That was a very bitter tea. It tasted faintly of mugwort but not that alone. There was another flavor that Izuru couldn’t quite place. Renji took a sip of his and promptly spit it out.



“That’s nasty shit.” said Renji with a scowl. “How can ya drink that?”



“I hate to see it go to waste.” answered Izuru “Its not so bad once you get past the first few sips.”



“Well ya can have it all.” Renji said with a laugh and sat back to watch Izuru. Everything he did was so gentle and precise. He looked better suited for a noble house than for the life of a shinigami.



“What?” asked Izuru when he noticed Renji looking at him.



“Can I ask ya something?” asked Renji as he shifted nervously.



“Of course.” answered Izuru.



“Why do you do it? The cutting I mean. You don’t have to say if you don’t want to.” asked Renji. Izuru looked down at his hands. How could he explain the things that pushed him to cut. It was like trying to tell Renji the reasons of the universe. Izuru took a deep breath.



“After taicho left me, I felt so useless and alone. Everyone seemed the think the worst of me and our division in general. At one point I was accused of being in league with Aizen.” Izuru smiled sadly. “I think, if Taicho had asked, I would have gone. I have always loved him. He had become the focus of my life and when he left I was left empty and in pain. The only thing that helped was the physical pain. Now its like a drug, I need it and cant live without it.”



“What’s so special about Ichimaru? Why is he always your focus?” asked Renji angrily.



“He’s my taicho.” answered Izuru vaguely.



“That’s not what I meant and ya know it. Why is it him that ya long to kiss and touch and comfort? Why cant someone else be a part of your heart. Ya sealed off all of your emotions and now ya are suffering for it.” growled Renji. He was fucking tired of everything revolving around Ichimaru. It was time Izuru owned up to the fact that Ichimaru would never want him the way he wanted him to.



“Why do you care?” asked Izuru, equally as angry now. It never failed whenever he and Renji sat down to have a quiet conversation, it resulted in a shouting match. The two were like oil and flames and any argument they had burned out just as quickly. That was how it had always been between the two.



“I’m going to bed.” said Izuru finally. He would just distance himself from Renji for tonight. That would be for the best. The things that Renji had been making him feel lately were disturbing. Izuru needed to gain some control.



Renji jumped up and grabbed Izuru’s arm. Izuru spun around to face his friend. Eyes wide, Izuru watched, almost in a panic as Renji’s lips covered his own in a brutal kiss. Renji was pouring all of his frustration into it. Izuru gasped in surprise and Renji took that moment to delve inside. Pushing Izuru against the wall, Renji slid a leg in between Izuru’s. Izuru gasped as pleasure exploded from where Renji pressed up against him. Izuru couldn’t take this. It was too much too fast. This was Renji kissing him and he could barely sort through the different feelings that were coursing through him.



He pressed his palms against, Renji’s chest intending to push him away, but the kiss suddenly changed. No longer frantic, it had turned sweet and gentle as if Renji was trying to comfort and ask for forgiveness. Izuru’s legs turned to jelly and he leaned against Renji, his hands sliding up Renji’s chest to link behind his head. This man never ceased to always throw him for a loop. One moment the kiss was almost brutal the next sweet and tender. Izuru couldn’t keep up. He was drowning in the sensations.



Renji’s loins were on fire, he wanted nothing more than to toss Izuru on the bed and fuck him senseless. Renji wanted this, but he knew Izuru wasn’t ready for it. To do so would result in momentary pleasure that would fade and cause Izuru more emotional pain. That wasn’t what Renji wanted. What Renji wanted was Izuru to come to him. For Izuru to want him as much as Renji did. He had let his frustration gain control of him tonight. Reluctantly, Renji broke the kiss.



Renji pulled his head back and with his hand pushed back Izuru’s long bangs so he could look into both eyes. Izuru’s eyes were wide and a blush stained his cheeks. His breath was coming in little pants and his pulse was beating so fast it could be seen fluttering at the base of his throat. He was for lack of a better word, stunning.



“Goodnight, Izuru.” whispered Renji as he turned and walked into his bedroom, closing the door with a quiet click.



Izuru slid down the wall until he was sitting. Reaching up, he traced his swollen lips with a finger. Renji had kissed him and he had liked it. Renji wanted him, Izuru had felt the hardness pressed against his own rising desire. Before, the only person Izuru thought of was Gin. Now another man was taking over. When had things gotten so complicated. Izuru stood slowly and walked towards his own bedroom. This was going to be a long night.



TBC



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