Bleach Mini Stories And Snippets

Title: Pretty Kimono

Fandom: Bleach

Characters/Pairing: Hitsugaya/Ichigo, hinted

Word Count: 888

Warnings: Nothing

AN: I am so damn tired. This week is just filled with stress and “fuck you” right now. But enjoy this!

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“Why am I doing this?” Ichigo hissed at Rukia as he stared at himself in the mirror.

“Because you died, holed up for nearly six months on the Kuchiki Estate to go through the adjustment period and now you can be who you want to?” she asked.

Ichigo sent her a glare before sighing and adjusting the obi around his waist. She had grabbed him from his rooms close to three hours ago and let two of the estate servants to shove him into a rather lovely kimono. Apparently she had gotten him several houmongi with various colors and designs. The one he was wearing had subtle fireworks that trailed over his left shoulder and down the rest of the side to the subtle water design around the bottom of it.

The obi chosen was a matching design of fireworks on the soft green background of the fabric. He twisted around and looked at the back of the obi, squinting at the bow on the back.

“You dressed me up like a single woman,” he stated. “Who is looking for a boyfriend or fiance.”

“This may be just a regular party,” Rukia drawled as she adjusted her own houmongi kimono to lay properly, “but you are still representing the Kuchiki and Shiba clans. I also know about your crush.”

Ichigo blushed and muttered as he slid on the zori, glad that his cousin had remembered to get tabi to go with them. The servant helping him smiled softly before handing him a small purse that he tucked up his sleeve and a fan that he tucked onto his obi. Zangetsu, his zanpakuto, was to stay home for the time being since they weren’t got far and no one dared to attack.

That and a shinigami who couldn’t call his zanpakuto to them from a distance just wasn’t a proper shinigami.

Shaking his head, he and Rukia left, heading to the party with Byakuya following after them, hovering like the overprotective brother that he had shown himself to be. Once at the party, Ichigo wandered over to where Renji was sitting at a table in his rather pale pink yukata, sat down and leant against his friend.

“My cousin is sadistic,” he stated in greeting, Shuuhei, Shunsui and Hitsugaya staring at him with raised eyebrows. He missed the appreciative look in icy blue eyes when Renji chuckled and patted his head, making him scowl up at his friend.

“Why? Because she forced you into something pretty?” Renji asked teasingly. “Can’t say that you mind a whole lot. I know you well enough.”

Ichigo huffed and stabbed a finger into Renji’s side hard, getting a yelp, deciding that leaning against Shunsui was a better idea. The man rolled his eyes and let the young male do as he wanted, well used to the antics. Renji pouted before tossing two cards down and getting two new ones.

“How are you holding up? You gonna start lookin’ at divisions?” Shuuhei asked as he tossed three and got three in return.

“In two months. Right now I’m doing the studying thing to fill in my knowledge and finish balancing out my powers,” Ichigo mused, watching the men play cards. Over the next hour, Ichigo watched the group play, even playing a few hands himself and winning a couple of them before he stood with a groan. “I need to walk. This party is nice,” he started, looking around the room, “but stuffy. I need air.”

“I’ll join you,” Hitsugaya stated, waving off the others as he walked around and offered an amused Ichigo his arm. The two walked off, heading for outside. Ichigo sighed and tipped his head up to enjoy the breeze, noting that Hitsugaya had gained another inch, making him half a foot taller to Ichigo’s height.

“What is it with you all jerks being tall?” Ichigo whined. “I’m going to be this size for the rest of my death,” he huffed.

Hitsugaya chuckled and patted his hand, shaking his head. “Don’t worry. I only started hitting my growth spurt in the last year or two. Mostly because my power grew.”

Ichigo humphed and leant into him. “Yeah. By the way, weren’t you dating someone?” he asked.

“Matsumoto. For a time. Before I learned a few things about her,” Hitsugaya admitted, shaking his head. “Since then I’ve had fun but nothing concrete.”

“Things…” Ichigo drawled, having a feeling that he knew what Hitsugaya wasn’t saying before smiling and shaking his head. “Yeah. At least you can find someone to have fun with.”

“What do you mean by that?” Hitsugaya asked.

Ichigo smirked as he slipped his hand free of his arm. “Well, everyone looks at me and either sees me as a rebellious ally, or an heir to two very powerful families with power to back things up.” He looked Hitsugaya up and down, the man going still as heat rushed through him at the look. “You? You went from ‘where is your daddy’ to ‘fuck me daddy’ in the span of two years.”

Hitsugaya felt his brain stutter and stall at the words before restarting, Ichigo continuing to slowly walk towards the gardens, smirking at having gotten one up on the other man.

He knew that Hitsugaya would get back at him and was kind of looking forward to it.