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ajremixTitle: Cold Turkey
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 614
Characters: Karakura Shinigami, Orihime, Ichigo
Summary: Spoilers for 195+. Being a teenager really is tough.
“How long has it been?”
“Um, 8 hours and 36 minutes.”
“He’s not doing too bad.”
“Nah. He’s gonna snap.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You can see it in his eyes. Trust me.”
Renji glared at them, grinding out carefully, “I am right here. I can hear every word you are saying.”
“37 minutes.”
“Within in the hour. 25 minutes, max.”
“I can hear you!” He said a little louder, which was the point that Orihime walked in on.
“What are you doing?” She asked, watching Renji as intently as the other shinigami-cum-students were.
Hitsugaya spoke up, arms crossed and observing the situation as if it were the most boring thing he had to do. “Kurosaki had informed us that at the age we’re posing as it’s illegal to smoke.”
“Renji-kun had to throw out all his cigarettes last night and now we have to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t sneak one on us.” Rangiku supplied as she checked her watch. “38 minutes.”
“Oh.” Orihime watched Renji squirm and snarl.
“Man, this is gonna be a blast.” Ikkaku was sprawled across two chairs, blatantly enjoying the show. “This is gonna be even better than when Yumi made Hisagi quit.”
Yumichika glared. “That was not pleasant.” He said icily.
“Are you kidding? Just the look on Captain’s face when you burst into the office in tears made my fuckin’ year! Not to mention the way he made Hisagi get on his knees and beg your forgiveness in front of EVERY one!”
Orihime’s eyes grew wide. “Smoking is that bad?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Rukia gave her a grin. “If Renji even ATTEMPTS to be that much of an ass, we’ll just beat him up.”
“I can still fucking hear you!” He snapped, slamming to his feet. “How ‘bout a little fucking courtesy, huh? I’m quittin’ to help YOU guys out and you sit there talkin’ about me behind my back like I’m not in the same fucking room!”
“Except we have to BE in the same room to keep an eye on you, idiot! So regardless we’re here whether you like it or not!” Rukia shot back.
“I don’t need fucking babysitters!”
“Then stop acting like you need one!”
Renji glared at the sudden snort and warned lowly, “You better be biting your fucking tongue, Ikkaku, or your ass is mine.”
He snorted again. “When you’re like that? You’re so jittery you can’t even make a fist!”
“Abarai, seriously.” Hitsugaya said. “It’s only been 8 hours and, time.”
“43 minutes.”
“43 minutes. Are you telling me you can’t even hold out for half a day?”
“I’m TRYING! But you guys are being JERKS!”
And then everyone lost it. “WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Renji flared brightly.
“Hey, shut up!” He snapped. “I’m not fuckin’ ‘round, here!”
Yumichika was laughing so hard he was crying. “N-Not even Shuuhei was bad enough he started WHINING!”
“GRAAAAH! Shut up! I’ll fuckin’ kill you all!”
“What the hell is going on here?” Ichigo asked, stepping into the classroom. Other students were peering cautiously around him. “You guys are scaring all the other kids. Already.” And promptly got a chair kicked at him. “What the hell!”
“Fuck you!” Renji howled. “This is your fucking fault!”
“My fault? What the hell? Hey, hey! Get away from me!” Ichigo vaulted over a desk that Renji plowed right through.
Hitsugaya turned to his vice-captain and asked again. “Time?”
“8 hours and 48 minutes.”
Ikkaku smirked brightly. “Told ya he wouldn’t last past the hour. Pay up.” The other four grumbled, pulling bills out of their wallets.
Orihime watched the scene with a warm smile. It was wonderful having such lively friends.
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 614
Characters: Karakura Shinigami, Orihime, Ichigo
Summary: Spoilers for 195+. Being a teenager really is tough.
“How long has it been?”
“Um, 8 hours and 36 minutes.”
“He’s not doing too bad.”
“Nah. He’s gonna snap.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You can see it in his eyes. Trust me.”
Renji glared at them, grinding out carefully, “I am right here. I can hear every word you are saying.”
“37 minutes.”
“Within in the hour. 25 minutes, max.”
“I can hear you!” He said a little louder, which was the point that Orihime walked in on.
“What are you doing?” She asked, watching Renji as intently as the other shinigami-cum-students were.
Hitsugaya spoke up, arms crossed and observing the situation as if it were the most boring thing he had to do. “Kurosaki had informed us that at the age we’re posing as it’s illegal to smoke.”
“Renji-kun had to throw out all his cigarettes last night and now we have to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t sneak one on us.” Rangiku supplied as she checked her watch. “38 minutes.”
“Oh.” Orihime watched Renji squirm and snarl.
“Man, this is gonna be a blast.” Ikkaku was sprawled across two chairs, blatantly enjoying the show. “This is gonna be even better than when Yumi made Hisagi quit.”
Yumichika glared. “That was not pleasant.” He said icily.
“Are you kidding? Just the look on Captain’s face when you burst into the office in tears made my fuckin’ year! Not to mention the way he made Hisagi get on his knees and beg your forgiveness in front of EVERY one!”
Orihime’s eyes grew wide. “Smoking is that bad?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Rukia gave her a grin. “If Renji even ATTEMPTS to be that much of an ass, we’ll just beat him up.”
“I can still fucking hear you!” He snapped, slamming to his feet. “How ‘bout a little fucking courtesy, huh? I’m quittin’ to help YOU guys out and you sit there talkin’ about me behind my back like I’m not in the same fucking room!”
“Except we have to BE in the same room to keep an eye on you, idiot! So regardless we’re here whether you like it or not!” Rukia shot back.
“I don’t need fucking babysitters!”
“Then stop acting like you need one!”
Renji glared at the sudden snort and warned lowly, “You better be biting your fucking tongue, Ikkaku, or your ass is mine.”
He snorted again. “When you’re like that? You’re so jittery you can’t even make a fist!”
“Abarai, seriously.” Hitsugaya said. “It’s only been 8 hours and, time.”
“43 minutes.”
“43 minutes. Are you telling me you can’t even hold out for half a day?”
“I’m TRYING! But you guys are being JERKS!”
And then everyone lost it. “WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Renji flared brightly.
“Hey, shut up!” He snapped. “I’m not fuckin’ ‘round, here!”
Yumichika was laughing so hard he was crying. “N-Not even Shuuhei was bad enough he started WHINING!”
“GRAAAAH! Shut up! I’ll fuckin’ kill you all!”
“What the hell is going on here?” Ichigo asked, stepping into the classroom. Other students were peering cautiously around him. “You guys are scaring all the other kids. Already.” And promptly got a chair kicked at him. “What the hell!”
“Fuck you!” Renji howled. “This is your fucking fault!”
“My fault? What the hell? Hey, hey! Get away from me!” Ichigo vaulted over a desk that Renji plowed right through.
Hitsugaya turned to his vice-captain and asked again. “Time?”
“8 hours and 48 minutes.”
Ikkaku smirked brightly. “Told ya he wouldn’t last past the hour. Pay up.” The other four grumbled, pulling bills out of their wallets.
Orihime watched the scene with a warm smile. It was wonderful having such lively friends.
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Date: 2005-10-30 03:41 pm (UTC)