Renji Always Gets His Way
Renji Always Gets His Way
Renji Always Gets His Way
By: Vamprina
Disclaimer: I do not own
Bleach or any of its characters/merchandise. I am not gaining any
profit or reward for this fanfiction or its distribution. It is
purely for entertainment purposes only and I am in no way, shape or
form affiliated or otherwise connected to the owner(s), copyright(s)
holder(s), or distributor(s) of Bleach or any of its
characters/merchandise.
Warning: Shounen ai, humor,
language
Prompt set: Green
Prompt: 04, Apples
Date: 12/16/07
Word Count: 376
Ichigo smirked in
mischievous happiness as he moved the object of Renji's current
desire completely out of the redhead's reach.
“Say it, Renji.”
Ichigo instructed, sitting in a chair that put the table between
himself and Renji and gently bringing right hand to stroke the object
cradled in his other hand.
Renji glared at Ichigo.
“Quit teasin me, ya jerk. Just lemme have it. Ya know yer gonna
give it ta me, eventually, anyway!”
The orange-haired Shinigami
representative just smirked and licked his lips gently. “Looks
real tasty, Ren...you sure you don't want a taste?”
Renji growled in
irritation. Not only was Ichigo being a little tease, but he was
completely ignoring everything the tall redhead said! How fucking
annoying!
“Mmm...Ren, I'm kinda
hungry myself...I'll share mine with you, if you want...” The
carrot-top said, sliding his tongue slowly over his lips.
For a few seconds, Renji
forgot what they were arguing about in favor of watching Ichigo's
pink tongue, which looked to the tall Shinigami to be quite soft,
glide along the teen's lips.
“What's wrong, Ren?
Cat got your tongue?” Ichigo practically purred as he looked at
the man separated from him by the kitchen table.
The strange human phrase
brought Renji back to reality with its ridiculousness. He blinked and
glared at his orange-haired friend. “I gotta have it!”
Ichigo's eyes widened as he
watched his tall companion launch himself over the table. He had no
time to brace for impact as he felt all of Renji's tall, muscled body
slam against his own. His chair fell backward and he landed on his
back on the floor with Renji on top of him.
“Gimme it!”
Renji was trying to get at his prize as if it was going out of style
or something.
“Fine, Jeez! It's
just a fuckin piece of fruit, ya teme, no need to fuckin attack me.
Monkey brains.” Ichigo muttered the last part as he watched the
redhead take the apple from his hand and attack it, some of the juice
from it dribbling down his chin.
It was decided then and
there, though not to Renji's knowledge, that Ichigo would certainly
be keeping apples with him at all times from now on.
End
Note: Some people really are
new to anime or just the Japanese frequently used in fanfiction and
may not know some of the things other people would look at in fics
and think, “how could you NOT know that?” So, this time,
I put in a translation for those who may not know what the one in
this fic means. ^^;;
Teme = bastard