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ajremixTitle: In the Spirit of Tradition
Fandom: Bleach RP-Mercy Street
Rating: PG, I guess?
Word Count: 627
Characters: Kenpachi, Ikkaku, Renji, Tetsu, Retsu
Summary: Everyone family has their traditions.
Everybody had their own Easter traditions, most of them dealing with church or hunting for colored eggs and almost all of them had some sort of large dinner and family gathering. The Brigand didn’t deal too much with the coloring of eggs and even less with religious functions, but they did- on occasion –the dinner and social gathering.
It was one of the few days no one in the building worked, even the bar itself was closed to customers (except for a handful of regulars who had no family or loved ones to speak of). Retsu-nee would prepare most of the dinner (as the men either couldn’t cook, or couldn’t cook anything outside of a grill) and everyone else would buy side dishes. Everyone would gather around the largest table in the bar with Kenpachi at the head. Every year they tried to make him say some speech (no one knew why, it was just tradition) and every year he’d sneer at them and say something along the lines of, ‘You’re here so shut up and eat’ before he carved whatever meat was sitting in front of him this time.
It was always with these ‘family’ gatherings the Brigand tended to be at its liveliest (barring fights, anyway) with everyone talking, laughing, catching up the time lost between them. There was always plenty of feed leftover for everyone to talk and the wine and sake that Kenpachi set-aside for these dinners only would warm and settle nicely in their bellies and the atmosphere would relax what the drink and food could not.
People would sit around the table contently, a little reflectively, even when they couldn’t eat or drink more. And usually the regulars would leave after a bit and the boys would clear the table and wash up the dishes and Kenpachi would shoo Retsu-nee out while he resituated the bar, telling her he didn’t need her help. But she’d help any way because that was the kind of woman Retsu-nee was and she never did learn how to take ‘no’.
And after things were cleaned and put away, they’d retreat to the roof- sometimes all five of them, sometimes just the men, but always the three boys. The patio lights they had installed on the roof years ago would flip on and someone would put something on the stereo- to fit whatever mood they were in. Then they’d just relax on their designated chairs and pull out the drinks they had specially made for this moment. Retsu-nee had always given them chocolate bunnies for reasons they never understood. It wasn’t until they were old enough to drink (legally) that Kenpachi told them how a little Kahlua and milk made the hollow creatures the perfect Easter gift.
Mainly the three of them would sit and talk and joke, grabbing for a random bunny drink (each one was different- a different Kahlua mix, different ratio of milk and liquor) and just relaxed. If they were feeling up to it, someone would bring out a deck of cards, and if someone was feeling restless they’d end up wrestling each other up there until Kenpachi told them to shut the fuck up because they were disturbing Retsu. But Retsu would always be smiling at them from over Kenpachi’s shoulder and if they weren’t up there with them in the beginning, one of the boys would offer them a chocolate bunny and they were up there with them for the rest of the night.
It didn’t matter if other people had closer families or grander traditions. This was their Easter holiday and this was their tradition and this was their family. And as they watched the stars shine and the city glimmer there was nothing more perfect in the world.
Fandom: Bleach RP-Mercy Street
Rating: PG, I guess?
Word Count: 627
Characters: Kenpachi, Ikkaku, Renji, Tetsu, Retsu
Summary: Everyone family has their traditions.
Everybody had their own Easter traditions, most of them dealing with church or hunting for colored eggs and almost all of them had some sort of large dinner and family gathering. The Brigand didn’t deal too much with the coloring of eggs and even less with religious functions, but they did- on occasion –the dinner and social gathering.
It was one of the few days no one in the building worked, even the bar itself was closed to customers (except for a handful of regulars who had no family or loved ones to speak of). Retsu-nee would prepare most of the dinner (as the men either couldn’t cook, or couldn’t cook anything outside of a grill) and everyone else would buy side dishes. Everyone would gather around the largest table in the bar with Kenpachi at the head. Every year they tried to make him say some speech (no one knew why, it was just tradition) and every year he’d sneer at them and say something along the lines of, ‘You’re here so shut up and eat’ before he carved whatever meat was sitting in front of him this time.
It was always with these ‘family’ gatherings the Brigand tended to be at its liveliest (barring fights, anyway) with everyone talking, laughing, catching up the time lost between them. There was always plenty of feed leftover for everyone to talk and the wine and sake that Kenpachi set-aside for these dinners only would warm and settle nicely in their bellies and the atmosphere would relax what the drink and food could not.
People would sit around the table contently, a little reflectively, even when they couldn’t eat or drink more. And usually the regulars would leave after a bit and the boys would clear the table and wash up the dishes and Kenpachi would shoo Retsu-nee out while he resituated the bar, telling her he didn’t need her help. But she’d help any way because that was the kind of woman Retsu-nee was and she never did learn how to take ‘no’.
And after things were cleaned and put away, they’d retreat to the roof- sometimes all five of them, sometimes just the men, but always the three boys. The patio lights they had installed on the roof years ago would flip on and someone would put something on the stereo- to fit whatever mood they were in. Then they’d just relax on their designated chairs and pull out the drinks they had specially made for this moment. Retsu-nee had always given them chocolate bunnies for reasons they never understood. It wasn’t until they were old enough to drink (legally) that Kenpachi told them how a little Kahlua and milk made the hollow creatures the perfect Easter gift.
Mainly the three of them would sit and talk and joke, grabbing for a random bunny drink (each one was different- a different Kahlua mix, different ratio of milk and liquor) and just relaxed. If they were feeling up to it, someone would bring out a deck of cards, and if someone was feeling restless they’d end up wrestling each other up there until Kenpachi told them to shut the fuck up because they were disturbing Retsu. But Retsu would always be smiling at them from over Kenpachi’s shoulder and if they weren’t up there with them in the beginning, one of the boys would offer them a chocolate bunny and they were up there with them for the rest of the night.
It didn’t matter if other people had closer families or grander traditions. This was their Easter holiday and this was their tradition and this was their family. And as they watched the stars shine and the city glimmer there was nothing more perfect in the world.
