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ajremixTitle: Face Up
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mercy_street_rp
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 997
Characters: Zaraki, Ikkaku
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sophiap
Summary: Several months after the adoption. Zaraki teaches his first lesson.
Late Wednesday afternoons has Kenpachi finishing up on stocking goods brought in on the morning truck. Mondays has the alcohol coming in, and in the middle of the week is the snack foods, glasses, napkins and pretty much anything else that didn’t come in a bottle and needed to be refrigerated. So while he’s crouching down stuffing canisters of pub nuts beneath the counter, someone’s on the front, banging away at the door like they’re being chased by wild dogs.
Considering the part of town they’re in, it’s not unlikely. If wild dogs is a metaphor for bored gang members and thugs that wander around.
Irritated and scowling, Kenpachi pulls himself to his feet using the counter, wanting whatever the interruption is to be over with quick. He still has lots to do before he opens for the night and this had better be good-
He unlocks the front and jerks the door open wide. “What?” He snaps at the man on the other side.
Who has a tight grip on the back of Ikkaku’s shirt.
“I,” the man says angrily, “caught your boy here trying to shoplift from my store.”
“Pfft.” The boy grumbles. “Only caught me ‘cuz that stupid mutt jumped on me. Don’t try makin’ yerself look good.”
The man shakes Ikkaku shortly. “Watch it or else-“
“What? You’ll tell my ‘dad’? Well he’s right here, I’m pretty sure he heard it.”
“You little-“
“What’s the problem?” Kenpachi interrupts, not a question, but to gain the other man’s attention.
“He tried to steal from me!” The man shouts. “Can’t you teach this little street rat any manners?” While the words merely make Kenpachi growl within, he can see the boy stiffen and the beginnings of a snarl working across his lips. “Do you not feed him? Is that why he feels the need to steal food from-“
“What happened to his face?” The words are low and gruff, like a tremor tearing through the ground. Ikkaku turns his head away, but Kenpachi’s already seen the raw scrape going down his jaw.
That throws the man off his train of rant for a moment. Looking down at the boy, he pulls roughly on the worn shirt given to him by Retsu. Ikkaku glares up at Kenpachi through unruly bangs, daring him to make something of the reddened skin.
“That? I had to chase the kid down because he tried running away. Ended up having to tackle the little brat.”
“I see.” With a broad hand, Kenpachi takes the boy’s shoulder and pulls him inside and behind him. “Take a seat.” He tells Ikkaku. “I’ll deal with you in a moment.”
“If you ask me,” the man is saying, “you out to ship that disrespectful thing to a military school. They’ll make sure he won’t-“
“If I want yer opinion,” he snarls lowly, a rumble of thunder looking for a place to strike asunder, “I’ll fuckin’ ask. But if I ever find out you touched my boy again, you’ll be lucky to have a workin’ hand, got it?”
Suddenly finding himself in the full brunt of Kenpachi’s one-eyed glare, the man’s legs tremble finely. “B-But,” he gulps, “he… tried to steal… I had to… I couldn’t let him get away with it.”
“If he does something wrong, I’ll deal with it. I am the only one that will lay a hand on him. Not you. Not anyone. Understand?”
The man nods frantically, suddenly feeling very small and childlike himself. “Y-Yes.” He nearly trips on his feet as he turns and half runs from the Brigand. Snorting, Kenpachi settles all the locks back in place and turns to the boy slumped on one of the barstools, practically laying across the counter.
“Oi.” He gruffs. Ikkaku doesn’t even look at him, but he knows the boy hears. “The hell you try to shoplift from the prick’s store?”
“’Cuz I was hungry,” is mumbled into his arms.
“There’s food here.” Kenpachi says. When there’s no response he adds, “It ain’t a lota work heatin’ somethin’ up.”
And when Ikkaku still says nothing, the man adds, “If I couldn’t, I coulda given ya some money to buy yerself some food.”
That got a response as the boy sits up straight and his sharp eyes harden. Kenpachi gives a discreet sigh. This kid was worse than a woman, you never know what will set him off.
“I don’t need yer damned money!” He seethes.
Biting back a groan, he goes over and sits next to the boy. His expression isn’t unkind, but it has a certain hardness to it. Like granite weathered over centuries.
“Do you have any money?”
Ikkaku gives a pause before ducking his head back into the cradle of his arms. “No.”
“There’s only two ways yer gonna survive livin’ under my roof.” He says seriously. “Either you get trustworthy enough to earn yer keep, or you don’t do anything and accept whatever is given to you.” Kenpachi puts a hand against the old, worn counter and it’s almost like he can feel life in it. “The first options a bit of a pain, havin’ to work yer ass off for every inch you can get. But it’s better’n being treated like a little kid, right? No one can take away what you earn through sweat.”
And though Ikkaku says nothing- rarely ever says anything to Kenpachi, really –the man thinks he can almost see thoughts grinding in his head.
“Just a thought.” Kenpachi says, getting back up to finish was he was doing. When he reaches the box of snacks he throws a random bag of chips at the boy. “Go upstairs, I’ll bring ya up some lunch when I’m done here.”
Ikkaku says nothing, but does what he’s told. Kenpachi didn’t really know what he expected him to take out of the conversation, but he certainly didn’t expect to find the dishes he was too tired to wash last night clean and drying in the sink.
Fandom: Bleach RP
mercy_street_rpRating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 997
Characters: Zaraki, Ikkaku
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sophiapSummary: Several months after the adoption. Zaraki teaches his first lesson.
Late Wednesday afternoons has Kenpachi finishing up on stocking goods brought in on the morning truck. Mondays has the alcohol coming in, and in the middle of the week is the snack foods, glasses, napkins and pretty much anything else that didn’t come in a bottle and needed to be refrigerated. So while he’s crouching down stuffing canisters of pub nuts beneath the counter, someone’s on the front, banging away at the door like they’re being chased by wild dogs.
Considering the part of town they’re in, it’s not unlikely. If wild dogs is a metaphor for bored gang members and thugs that wander around.
Irritated and scowling, Kenpachi pulls himself to his feet using the counter, wanting whatever the interruption is to be over with quick. He still has lots to do before he opens for the night and this had better be good-
He unlocks the front and jerks the door open wide. “What?” He snaps at the man on the other side.
Who has a tight grip on the back of Ikkaku’s shirt.
“I,” the man says angrily, “caught your boy here trying to shoplift from my store.”
“Pfft.” The boy grumbles. “Only caught me ‘cuz that stupid mutt jumped on me. Don’t try makin’ yerself look good.”
The man shakes Ikkaku shortly. “Watch it or else-“
“What? You’ll tell my ‘dad’? Well he’s right here, I’m pretty sure he heard it.”
“You little-“
“What’s the problem?” Kenpachi interrupts, not a question, but to gain the other man’s attention.
“He tried to steal from me!” The man shouts. “Can’t you teach this little street rat any manners?” While the words merely make Kenpachi growl within, he can see the boy stiffen and the beginnings of a snarl working across his lips. “Do you not feed him? Is that why he feels the need to steal food from-“
“What happened to his face?” The words are low and gruff, like a tremor tearing through the ground. Ikkaku turns his head away, but Kenpachi’s already seen the raw scrape going down his jaw.
That throws the man off his train of rant for a moment. Looking down at the boy, he pulls roughly on the worn shirt given to him by Retsu. Ikkaku glares up at Kenpachi through unruly bangs, daring him to make something of the reddened skin.
“That? I had to chase the kid down because he tried running away. Ended up having to tackle the little brat.”
“I see.” With a broad hand, Kenpachi takes the boy’s shoulder and pulls him inside and behind him. “Take a seat.” He tells Ikkaku. “I’ll deal with you in a moment.”
“If you ask me,” the man is saying, “you out to ship that disrespectful thing to a military school. They’ll make sure he won’t-“
“If I want yer opinion,” he snarls lowly, a rumble of thunder looking for a place to strike asunder, “I’ll fuckin’ ask. But if I ever find out you touched my boy again, you’ll be lucky to have a workin’ hand, got it?”
Suddenly finding himself in the full brunt of Kenpachi’s one-eyed glare, the man’s legs tremble finely. “B-But,” he gulps, “he… tried to steal… I had to… I couldn’t let him get away with it.”
“If he does something wrong, I’ll deal with it. I am the only one that will lay a hand on him. Not you. Not anyone. Understand?”
The man nods frantically, suddenly feeling very small and childlike himself. “Y-Yes.” He nearly trips on his feet as he turns and half runs from the Brigand. Snorting, Kenpachi settles all the locks back in place and turns to the boy slumped on one of the barstools, practically laying across the counter.
“Oi.” He gruffs. Ikkaku doesn’t even look at him, but he knows the boy hears. “The hell you try to shoplift from the prick’s store?”
“’Cuz I was hungry,” is mumbled into his arms.
“There’s food here.” Kenpachi says. When there’s no response he adds, “It ain’t a lota work heatin’ somethin’ up.”
And when Ikkaku still says nothing, the man adds, “If I couldn’t, I coulda given ya some money to buy yerself some food.”
That got a response as the boy sits up straight and his sharp eyes harden. Kenpachi gives a discreet sigh. This kid was worse than a woman, you never know what will set him off.
“I don’t need yer damned money!” He seethes.
Biting back a groan, he goes over and sits next to the boy. His expression isn’t unkind, but it has a certain hardness to it. Like granite weathered over centuries.
“Do you have any money?”
Ikkaku gives a pause before ducking his head back into the cradle of his arms. “No.”
“There’s only two ways yer gonna survive livin’ under my roof.” He says seriously. “Either you get trustworthy enough to earn yer keep, or you don’t do anything and accept whatever is given to you.” Kenpachi puts a hand against the old, worn counter and it’s almost like he can feel life in it. “The first options a bit of a pain, havin’ to work yer ass off for every inch you can get. But it’s better’n being treated like a little kid, right? No one can take away what you earn through sweat.”
And though Ikkaku says nothing- rarely ever says anything to Kenpachi, really –the man thinks he can almost see thoughts grinding in his head.
“Just a thought.” Kenpachi says, getting back up to finish was he was doing. When he reaches the box of snacks he throws a random bag of chips at the boy. “Go upstairs, I’ll bring ya up some lunch when I’m done here.”
Ikkaku says nothing, but does what he’s told. Kenpachi didn’t really know what he expected him to take out of the conversation, but he certainly didn’t expect to find the dishes he was too tired to wash last night clean and drying in the sink.
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