Bleach Mini Stories And Snippets

Title: Medic, medic, heal my need

Fandom: Bleach

Chapter: 6

Characters: Shuuhei, Yumichika, Ichigo

Word Count: 1,333

Warnings: nothing so far

AN: My feet are killing me at the moment. But I got a few things that I wanted to get, including a giant thing of coffee.

It makes me happy so I hope this chapter makes you happy.

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Walking up to the small house that was Yumichika’s and Shuuhei’s home, Ichigo smiled at the two as they stepped out. Yumichika had a basket that he knew was expanded within thanks to Urahara, while Shuuhei had a backpack slung over one shoulder. Ichigo himself had his cold bag hanging on one shoulder, looking rather odd with the dark gold kimono that had swirls of silver around the bottom.

Yumichika smiled and ran his eyes over the younger male with an approving look. “Oh, that is a lovely kimono,” he drawled, smoothing down the sleeves of his own green kimono with sparrows playing over the bottom. Shuuhei rolled his eyes and was glad that he had gone with just a straight up dark green one.

Eyeing Ichigo, he nodded. “I agree. You look good, Ichigo,” Shuuhei drawled, both of the men getting a shy smile from him.

“Isane-san made me buy a few new kimono’s a year ago, and Hanataro made me wear one today because of the festival,” Ichigo huffed, shrugging. “I have all the money that I need and then some to stock up on a few things. I also have a list a mile long to pick up.”

“It’s a good thing that we have so much room then,” Yumichika chirped, pulling Ichigo’s hand over his elbow, patting it and leading the way to the festival. “Are you going to need a place to stay tonight?” he asked.

Ichigo hummed and nodded. “Yeah. Hanataro wanted to bring his partner on over for the night and I don’t mind that since the guy lives with an inconsiderate asshole that Hana has threatened to castrate a few times,” he snorted, shaking his head.

Shuuhei snickered and shook his head. “Yeah, I wouldn’t doubt that. Poor Rose-san is having to deal with some idiot while his house is redone after that damn hollow got in,” he drawled, moving up to Ichigo’s other side and sliding his arm around his waist with a smirk, getting an amused look from the man. “Do you think that you’re gonna need to find a new place soon?” he asked.

Ichigo shrugged. “Hanataro owns the house and since the place that I was going to get myself fell apart before I was able to buy it he’s been letting me rent,” he said. “I might start looking for a new house soon again but if anything, I will need to find another room to rent while I hunt. I think that Rose is about ready to just move in with him fully. As it is, I don’t get much sleep as you well know. I would get none if Rose moved in.”

“Well, we do have the room with nice, thick walls that you can rent,” Yumichika chuckled, patting Ichigo’s hand as they turned a final corner, arriving at the festival that was more of a marketplace.

Ichigo sighed happily and the three wandered past the hot food stalls, only pausing to grab hot tea to drink as they went along. He hummed as he sipped the tea, hands wrapped around the cup as they went towards where some of his favorite herb growers were. He had plans to make some soups and stews to stash away for the winter months and needed fresh herbs.

Yumichika and he bargained their way through the herbal growers, finding the best that they wanted, the growers wrapping them in damp cloths and placing them into protective casings. “What are you planning on making?” the pretty man asked, tilting his head to look at his friend. They watched as Shuuhei sniffed at tea leaves, buying a good stock for them since he knew tea more than they did.

“Stews, soups, casseroles that I can freeze. Other things like that,” Ichigo hummed, striking out what he had bought so far on his list. “I’m also hoping that I can buy a bunch of fruits that I can can or dry out. The winter months can be a bit of a pain to get fruit if I have a sudden urge for something,” he drawled, giving his friend an amused look.

“Ah, so that’s why you’re always busy during the summer months. You’re canning and preserving,” Yumichika teased. Ichigo blushed and rolled his eyes, huffing at his friend.

“You never complain when I make cherry cheesecake during the middle of the winter,” Ichigo said.

Shuuhei chuckled as he walked up to the two, tucking away the bags of tea that he had bought. “I swear that I never hear him moan like that outside of sex when you make that cheesecake,” he said, enjoying the soft blush that spread over Ichigo’s cheeks once more. “Then again, anything that you make dessert wise tends to make him do that.”

“My mother was a wonderful baker,” Ichigo hummed, smiling softly. “I have her copies of her recipes. Yuzu gave them to me about a year after I died and she had taken the time to copy them for herself and Karin. I just follow the recipes, and sometimes play with them.”

“If I didn’t practice so much so often, I would be fat from all of the goodies that you make,” Yumichika teased as they headed for the fruits and vegetables. Ichigo placed his cup onto a collection tray that was scattered throughout, Shuuhei adding his with a smile. “But I do find that I love those stuffed pepper things. Do you think you could make some if I bought the ingredients?” he asked.

“I suppose if you can find the right cheeses,” Ichigo said, chuckling at the happy little bounce that came from his friend. “And let me pick the damn peppers.”

Yumichika blushed, remembering the last time that he had bought the bell peppers for Ichigo to use. The younger man had ended up using them in a chili for the next day and gone out to buy new ones once he had looked at them. “That sounds good. How about we get some for tomorrow?” he asked, Ichigo nodding.

“That sounds good.” Shuuhei chuckled and followed after the two as they bought all of the fruits and vegetables that they could want for what they were doing, Ichigo buying more than Yumichika. They wandered towards the butcher buildings that had various meats that were hand raised, stopping to get some potstickers on the way.

Once Ichigo had bought enough meat to feed a small army to go along with the fruits and vegetables he had bought, he turned to Yumichika and Shuuhei. He was feeling relaxed and happy, which the two enjoyed the look of.

“How about we go and drop off this stuff at our place, and then we can all go out to dinner?” Shuuhei suggested, looking up at the sky and noticing that it was starting to get late in the afternoon. Ichigo looked up with Yumichika before nodding with a smile.

“That sounds like a good night to me,” Ichigo hummed, adjusting his bag on his shoulders. “And maybe we can go to that one bar afterwards. I want some of their dipped strawberries.”

“You’re gonna kill me here,” Shuuhei groaned as Yumichika and Ichigo hooked arms together, both of them looking highly amused at him. “I swear. Get the two of you together around those damn strawberries and the entire bar is questioning their sexuality,” he muttered as the two headed towards the house.

Yumichika looked over his shoulder as his lover with an amused look on his face, knowing what was going on in his head. He loved going out with Ichigo and making a bar have a sexual crisis since most of the patrons of that particular bar were mostly unseated or lower seated division members. It was a good way to break them of the thoughts that someone being different was a good thing.

That and just watching Ichigo eat a dark chocolate strawberry with a tiny bit of caramel on it was fantasy inducing.