Bleach Mini Stories And Snippets
Dealing with the Council (Rose/Ichigo B&P)
Title: Dealing with the Council
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairing: Rose/Ichigo
Word Count: 758
Warnings: Nothing
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“So, what are we doing?” Ichigo asked, staring at Rose as he shifted through the red head’s clothes.
“We need you to meet with the idiots on the council so that they’ll stop fucking up,” Rose said.
“And this requires me to dress how now?” Ichigo asked, taking the kimono that Rose shoved at him.
“Look, just because the Central 46 was replaced with a council made up of heads from every district and clan, lost status or not, doesn’t mean that they’re not idiots,” Rose stated, rolling his eyes. “Hearing from the one that pretty much won the war for us will help them get their heads out of their asses and let us do what we need to finally fucking well do,” he stated.
Ichigo eyed his friend before rolling his eyes. “Right. You want me as a mouth piece to tell them off and allow the Vizards to make new treaties with the other Death administrations, the nature demons, and various other beings,” he summarized. Rose smirked and winked at him.
“Indeed. The Vizards are the best to get this shit done because we’re not normal Shinigami ourselves. We’ve already gotten the Arrancar to sign a treaty. They help us find souls, without eating them, and keep hollows from getting out of Hueco Mundo all the time. At least by thinning the herd slightly,” Rose said, tossing a bit of his hair back. “Put the pretty kimono on and let me do your hair.”
Ichigo snorted and stepped behind the changing screen. “Ever since I started to give no fucks about clothing labels, you lot have gone absolutely nuts in putting me in anything you think is pretty,” he teased as he stripped out of his clothes.
Rose hummed, watching the shadow of Ichigo get into the kimono with easy, practiced movements. “Of course we have. Even the girliest of us tends not to want to wear something pretty, and here you are. Wearing pretty things and not giving a shit about how people may think of you,” he said as Ichigo adjusted the kimono, stepping out from behind the screen. “We just want to encourage that in you.”
“I wouldn’t doubt it,” Ichigo snorted, shaking his head with a smirk. “Come on. Lead the way to the idiots. Then you’re taking me out to lunch at that one sushi bar. I feel like some high quality sake and sushi if I have to deal with Ganju and his need to give me the hopeful eyes,” he said, shaking his head.
Rose chuckled and lead him to where the meeting was happening, watching Ichigo ream the council out. He finally got them to listen about why it would be a bad idea to send some snob nosed asshole that came from the clans and couldn’t understand the simpler things. They weren’t going to be talking with fellow clan’s men after all.
They would be talking with administrators, leaders who had to fight for their places, and more than likely in a lot of cases, street rats that rose from their lower beginnings. If you wanted someone to connect with another person, you used someone like Rose, who had, at one time, been a rat himself that had gotten lucky with his power and joined the academy. You sent Shuuhei who had also lived as a Rukigon rat, but was trained to be a proper leader.
You didn’t send someone like Soi-Fon, someone who was a warrior and didn’t stand for bullshit. Or someone like Byakuya, who was the head of a clan and couldn’t connect to other’s on certain levels.
They finally accepted that he knew what he was talking about and agreed to allow the Vizards to do what they needed to do.
Walking out of the meeting room, Ichigo groaned and slowly stretched his arms up and out. “Fuck, if I have to do that again, it’s going to cost you more than a nice dinner at a favorite restaurant,” he warned.
Rose chuckled and slid his arm around his waist, pulling Ichigo close, resting his hand on one hip. “How about an all day trip to the spa. Just us?” he asked.
Ichigo hummed and smirked. “As long as it ended with us staying home for two days afterwards. They’ve been working both of us way too much. Not enough time to play,” he teased. Rose smirked and held up the orders for a short week long vacation for both of them before leading his lover to their favorite place to eat.