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Title: The Bystander Beware
Fandom: Bleach RP![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mercy_street_rp
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 762
Characters: Ikkaku, Yumichika
Summary: Few things are more fun than a straight man in a gay store.
Yumichika flounces inside the store, high on life, the promise of shopping and the fact that his happiness is an annoyance to Ikkaku. “Thank you!” He twitters happily, aiming straight for the first rack of clothes he sees, hoping to find something flattering and cheap. “You’re so kind, bringing me here so early in the morning!”
“Nrgh,” Ikkaku replies, not even bothering to cover up a yawn, “just get yer damned clothes.” He was only here because he had promised to take the other man to the Labor Day sale to make up for the fact that Ikkaku had eaten Renji’s birthday dinner before the redhead had gotten back from work that night (not like Ikkaku knew it was for him- random food laying unclaimed in the fridge- he was totally in the right). So, here he is, having just gotten maybe three hours of sleep after his shift at the bar last night, and- were he actually awake enough to realize it –is surprisingly alive despite not even recalling how he had gotten to the store in the first place.
Yumichika looks up long enough from a soft shirt with an attractive pale pattern going down the side to give Ikkaku a pointed look. “Stop being such an eyesore, Ikkaku. People come in here because of attractiveness. You’ll drive all their business away.”
“Watch me care.” That said, Ikkaku leans against a handy wall and closes his eyes, trying to get in a bit of a catnap as he waits.
He doesn’t know how long he was resting there when a hand brushed against his shoulder. Ikkaku grunts a bit and gives a bit of a shrug, but otherwise doesn’t move so the next brush is a bit more insistent. It makes him open an eye to glare.
“What?” He gruffs out, not at all happy about the interruption.
The person- evidently a salesperson judging from the nametag pinned smartly to his lapel –just smiles brilliantly up at him and for a brief moment Ikkaku thinks he slept long enough for Yumichika to color and perm his hair. “Can I help you find something?”
Scratch that, Ikkaku thinks, just for the lisp that makes him twice as fruity as Yumi.
“Naw. ‘M just waitin’ on someone.”
“Don’t you wanna look around while you wait?” The smaller man spreads his arms out and Ikkaku can’t help but think that’s he’s far too skinny for his own good. “You might find something you like!”
“I’m good, thanks.”
Hands are suddenly on Ikkaku’s belt loops, pulling him away from the wall. “I insist! We have such wonderful clothes here- you’ll definitely find something you’ll love!” He eyes the bald man with an appreciative tweak to his lips. “Of course you’ll want something to show off all that nice muscle- that won’t be hard at all.” The hands at his hips are suddenly on his hips and gives his jeans a sharp pull. “And maybe some pants that hug the hips and butt more.”
“Hey- whoa!” Ikkaku practically scrambles out of the weirdo’s grabby hands. “I ain’t a pettin’ zoo, alright?”
He giggles and waves the panic off. “Oh, you! I’ve been working with clothes for years- I’m a professional! That ‘fresh-out-of-bed’ look works for you, but it can only get you so far. You’ll definitely want some clothes that will make you match your boyfriend in level of fashion attention.” He takes Ikkaku’s arm, trying to lead him to some shirts. “Can’t have one looking like he stepped out of a fashion magazine and the other looking like he’s been working all day!”
Ikkaku- finally awake enough to be thoroughly weirded-out –stops. “Wait- boyfriend?”
“The gorgeous brunette with the sort of hair people would die for? You are such a lucky man!”
“He’s not-“ Ikkaku cuts himself off, something about the entire situation finally sinking in. Slowly, Ikkaku looks around, narrowing his eyes on the printed shirts displayed on the wall and the calendars and DVDs on the shelves and- as if this weren’t a dead give away –Yumichika snickering into his hands. “Oh, you sunnovabitch,” Ikkaku growls at him, “I’m gonna fuckin’ get you fer this.” Disentangling himself from the salesman’s arm he makes a beeline for the door. “I’m waitin’ outside.”
After appraising Ikkaku’s backside as he stalks out, the salesman goes over to Yumichika. “Very hot. He still shy about the whole thing I take it?”
Yumichika, trying so desperately not to laugh out loud, can’t do anything but just smile.
“Aren’t they just adorable at that stage?”
“Oh yes. Very.”
Title: The Bystander Beware
Fandom: Bleach RP
mercy_street_rpRating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 762
Characters: Ikkaku, Yumichika
Summary: Few things are more fun than a straight man in a gay store.
Yumichika flounces inside the store, high on life, the promise of shopping and the fact that his happiness is an annoyance to Ikkaku. “Thank you!” He twitters happily, aiming straight for the first rack of clothes he sees, hoping to find something flattering and cheap. “You’re so kind, bringing me here so early in the morning!”
“Nrgh,” Ikkaku replies, not even bothering to cover up a yawn, “just get yer damned clothes.” He was only here because he had promised to take the other man to the Labor Day sale to make up for the fact that Ikkaku had eaten Renji’s birthday dinner before the redhead had gotten back from work that night (not like Ikkaku knew it was for him- random food laying unclaimed in the fridge- he was totally in the right). So, here he is, having just gotten maybe three hours of sleep after his shift at the bar last night, and- were he actually awake enough to realize it –is surprisingly alive despite not even recalling how he had gotten to the store in the first place.
Yumichika looks up long enough from a soft shirt with an attractive pale pattern going down the side to give Ikkaku a pointed look. “Stop being such an eyesore, Ikkaku. People come in here because of attractiveness. You’ll drive all their business away.”
“Watch me care.” That said, Ikkaku leans against a handy wall and closes his eyes, trying to get in a bit of a catnap as he waits.
He doesn’t know how long he was resting there when a hand brushed against his shoulder. Ikkaku grunts a bit and gives a bit of a shrug, but otherwise doesn’t move so the next brush is a bit more insistent. It makes him open an eye to glare.
“What?” He gruffs out, not at all happy about the interruption.
The person- evidently a salesperson judging from the nametag pinned smartly to his lapel –just smiles brilliantly up at him and for a brief moment Ikkaku thinks he slept long enough for Yumichika to color and perm his hair. “Can I help you find something?”
Scratch that, Ikkaku thinks, just for the lisp that makes him twice as fruity as Yumi.
“Naw. ‘M just waitin’ on someone.”
“Don’t you wanna look around while you wait?” The smaller man spreads his arms out and Ikkaku can’t help but think that’s he’s far too skinny for his own good. “You might find something you like!”
“I’m good, thanks.”
Hands are suddenly on Ikkaku’s belt loops, pulling him away from the wall. “I insist! We have such wonderful clothes here- you’ll definitely find something you’ll love!” He eyes the bald man with an appreciative tweak to his lips. “Of course you’ll want something to show off all that nice muscle- that won’t be hard at all.” The hands at his hips are suddenly on his hips and gives his jeans a sharp pull. “And maybe some pants that hug the hips and butt more.”
“Hey- whoa!” Ikkaku practically scrambles out of the weirdo’s grabby hands. “I ain’t a pettin’ zoo, alright?”
He giggles and waves the panic off. “Oh, you! I’ve been working with clothes for years- I’m a professional! That ‘fresh-out-of-bed’ look works for you, but it can only get you so far. You’ll definitely want some clothes that will make you match your boyfriend in level of fashion attention.” He takes Ikkaku’s arm, trying to lead him to some shirts. “Can’t have one looking like he stepped out of a fashion magazine and the other looking like he’s been working all day!”
Ikkaku- finally awake enough to be thoroughly weirded-out –stops. “Wait- boyfriend?”
“The gorgeous brunette with the sort of hair people would die for? You are such a lucky man!”
“He’s not-“ Ikkaku cuts himself off, something about the entire situation finally sinking in. Slowly, Ikkaku looks around, narrowing his eyes on the printed shirts displayed on the wall and the calendars and DVDs on the shelves and- as if this weren’t a dead give away –Yumichika snickering into his hands. “Oh, you sunnovabitch,” Ikkaku growls at him, “I’m gonna fuckin’ get you fer this.” Disentangling himself from the salesman’s arm he makes a beeline for the door. “I’m waitin’ outside.”
After appraising Ikkaku’s backside as he stalks out, the salesman goes over to Yumichika. “Very hot. He still shy about the whole thing I take it?”
Yumichika, trying so desperately not to laugh out loud, can’t do anything but just smile.
“Aren’t they just adorable at that stage?”
“Oh yes. Very.”
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Date: 2006-09-27 07:07 am (UTC)Yumichika <3 I love you. You're just that awesome.