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ajremixTitle: Real Men Wear Gay Shirts
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13 for a number of swears
Word Count: 335
Characters: Yumichika, Ikkaku
Summary: Mild spoilers for 227. Mortification is a dish best served pissed.
“I~ kka~ ku~!” Yumichika sang through the door. “Come out~!”
“NO.”
“Ah, but Ikkaku~! It’s so boring without you around and I have to take care of all your duties and it’s so rough on me!” Yumichika pouted, leaning against the door to the 3rd seat’s quarters. “Because of that, I couldn’t make my weekly manicure appointment! My hands are so dry and rough!”
“I don’t fuckin’ care.”
“Ikkaku, don’t sulk. It’s very unbecoming of you.”
“ ‘M not sulkin’.”
“Yes, you are.” The other drawled. “It’s been several days, now. Everyone’s done laughing.”
A sulking and pissed silence was his answer.
“Look, even the captain’s gotten tired of hearing it so no one in the division will mention it- not in his presence and I doubt yours, either. And Yachiru… well, she’s a special case, so you’ll just have to deal.” Still silence prevailed. “And I can’t say the other divisions will stop about it but… well…” There were no comforting words Yumichika could come up with.
And really. Who could fault Rangiku for taking advantage of the mortal world’s reproduction technology? And the ability to capture someone’s likeness on a ‘ka-me-ra’? And Ikkaku’s inability to say no to his temporary host in the mortal world just because she let them stay in her home and eat their food and abuse her brother without any payment? Especially when it included shoving him into ill-fitting shirts that even a 5-year hobo with any sense and a pair of working eyes would rather burn than use as a blanket.
And Yumichika was definitely not going to admit that he had taken one of these mass reproductions of Ikkaku in said terrible clothing choice hidden under one of the panels of his room to snicker over the next time the bald shinigami did something to irk him beyond belief (which really wasn’t too hard considering being a dick seemed to be the bald shinigami’s goal in life).
“So your reputation is ruined!” Yumichika said cheerily.
“Fuckin’ die.”
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13 for a number of swears
Word Count: 335
Characters: Yumichika, Ikkaku
Summary: Mild spoilers for 227. Mortification is a dish best served pissed.
“I~ kka~ ku~!” Yumichika sang through the door. “Come out~!”
“NO.”
“Ah, but Ikkaku~! It’s so boring without you around and I have to take care of all your duties and it’s so rough on me!” Yumichika pouted, leaning against the door to the 3rd seat’s quarters. “Because of that, I couldn’t make my weekly manicure appointment! My hands are so dry and rough!”
“I don’t fuckin’ care.”
“Ikkaku, don’t sulk. It’s very unbecoming of you.”
“ ‘M not sulkin’.”
“Yes, you are.” The other drawled. “It’s been several days, now. Everyone’s done laughing.”
A sulking and pissed silence was his answer.
“Look, even the captain’s gotten tired of hearing it so no one in the division will mention it- not in his presence and I doubt yours, either. And Yachiru… well, she’s a special case, so you’ll just have to deal.” Still silence prevailed. “And I can’t say the other divisions will stop about it but… well…” There were no comforting words Yumichika could come up with.
And really. Who could fault Rangiku for taking advantage of the mortal world’s reproduction technology? And the ability to capture someone’s likeness on a ‘ka-me-ra’? And Ikkaku’s inability to say no to his temporary host in the mortal world just because she let them stay in her home and eat their food and abuse her brother without any payment? Especially when it included shoving him into ill-fitting shirts that even a 5-year hobo with any sense and a pair of working eyes would rather burn than use as a blanket.
And Yumichika was definitely not going to admit that he had taken one of these mass reproductions of Ikkaku in said terrible clothing choice hidden under one of the panels of his room to snicker over the next time the bald shinigami did something to irk him beyond belief (which really wasn’t too hard considering being a dick seemed to be the bald shinigami’s goal in life).
“So your reputation is ruined!” Yumichika said cheerily.
“Fuckin’ die.”
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