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ajremixTitle: A Strawberry and a Stray Dog
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Characters: Ichigo, Renji
Summary: Inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
bravecows’s The Idiot's Guide to Rescue Situations. And because, after I looked up the fact that- yes, Renji and Isshin are almost the same height and weight –I couldn’t help myself.
Some week this was turning out to be. First that tattoo-faced freak and the masked-monster freak and then tattoo-face suddenly at his SCHOOL and Ichigo doing his job (something about Ichigo sucking out his power and having to gradually recover it, it didn’t make any sense because the idiot was an idiot)... And today? Training? What the hell? That wasn’t training. That was Ichigo trying not to get the crap beaten out of him.
(“The hell you complaining about? My whole division trains this way. You wanna survive a fight, you gotta fight!”
“Oh, stellar. A whole division of idiots as brain dead as you. Stop swinging at me you psycho!”)
And what was up with this ‘Ichigo’, ‘Ichigo’ crap? Friendly ass bastard. Who gave him that permission? Let a guy stab you and suddenly he’s your best buddy.
Though, and Ichigo couldn’t help but scowl thoughtfully, when Renji got quiet and serious looking at Inoue’s leg Ichigo couldn’t help feeling… a little edgy. He didn’t know why but Renji’s actions (great, now he was referring the asshole by his first name) just screamed out that something was wrong. Ichigo didn’t know what it could be just as he knew that Renji not explaining it meant that Ichigo wasn’t going to be much help when it all went down and- what the hell was that beeping noise?
He jumped back with a yelp when his ceiling light crashed to the floor and something crushed whatever glass wasn’t already broken.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”
“Ichigo!”
“Wha- did you just come out of my ceiling??”
“Don’t just sit there, brat! There’s a Hollow coming!”
A large, powerful hand grabbed Ichigo’s shirt and jerked him off the bed. He was able to twist enough to see a claw-like appendage tear through his mattress. Then another hand (gloved) came at his face and Ichigo’s spirit tumbled into a wall.
“Bastard!” Ichigo shouted, fighting off the disorientation. “Gimme some warning next time! What the hell is going on?”
His body was crumpled at Renji’s feet who was glaring at the Hollow crawling out of the crack in the wall. “That was your warning!” He snapped. His hand was a fist and even unarmed he still looked like he was holding a sword. “Now get up and fight!”
“I know, shaddap!” The oversized zanpaku flew out of its sheath and slashed at the Hollow, too shallow to do more than ship off a section of the mask. The Hollow, shocked at the attack, retreated.
Ichigo, equally stunned, stared at the wall for a moment. He turned as he started asking, “Renji, that Hollow- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING??”
“What?” He crossed billowy sleeved arms over a chest covered in frills.
“Is that my DAD’S shirt?”
“It fits, doesn’t it!? Anyway, we got more important things to worry about!”
“Like why the hell were you in my ceiling? You ruined my light fixture, you ass!”
“Dammit, brat! We gotta track that Hollow! Get yer ass in gear!”
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Characters: Ichigo, Renji
Summary: Inspired by
bravecows’s The Idiot's Guide to Rescue Situations. And because, after I looked up the fact that- yes, Renji and Isshin are almost the same height and weight –I couldn’t help myself.Some week this was turning out to be. First that tattoo-faced freak and the masked-monster freak and then tattoo-face suddenly at his SCHOOL and Ichigo doing his job (something about Ichigo sucking out his power and having to gradually recover it, it didn’t make any sense because the idiot was an idiot)... And today? Training? What the hell? That wasn’t training. That was Ichigo trying not to get the crap beaten out of him.
(“The hell you complaining about? My whole division trains this way. You wanna survive a fight, you gotta fight!”
“Oh, stellar. A whole division of idiots as brain dead as you. Stop swinging at me you psycho!”)
And what was up with this ‘Ichigo’, ‘Ichigo’ crap? Friendly ass bastard. Who gave him that permission? Let a guy stab you and suddenly he’s your best buddy.
Though, and Ichigo couldn’t help but scowl thoughtfully, when Renji got quiet and serious looking at Inoue’s leg Ichigo couldn’t help feeling… a little edgy. He didn’t know why but Renji’s actions (great, now he was referring the asshole by his first name) just screamed out that something was wrong. Ichigo didn’t know what it could be just as he knew that Renji not explaining it meant that Ichigo wasn’t going to be much help when it all went down and- what the hell was that beeping noise?
He jumped back with a yelp when his ceiling light crashed to the floor and something crushed whatever glass wasn’t already broken.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”
“Ichigo!”
“Wha- did you just come out of my ceiling??”
“Don’t just sit there, brat! There’s a Hollow coming!”
A large, powerful hand grabbed Ichigo’s shirt and jerked him off the bed. He was able to twist enough to see a claw-like appendage tear through his mattress. Then another hand (gloved) came at his face and Ichigo’s spirit tumbled into a wall.
“Bastard!” Ichigo shouted, fighting off the disorientation. “Gimme some warning next time! What the hell is going on?”
His body was crumpled at Renji’s feet who was glaring at the Hollow crawling out of the crack in the wall. “That was your warning!” He snapped. His hand was a fist and even unarmed he still looked like he was holding a sword. “Now get up and fight!”
“I know, shaddap!” The oversized zanpaku flew out of its sheath and slashed at the Hollow, too shallow to do more than ship off a section of the mask. The Hollow, shocked at the attack, retreated.
Ichigo, equally stunned, stared at the wall for a moment. He turned as he started asking, “Renji, that Hollow- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING??”
“What?” He crossed billowy sleeved arms over a chest covered in frills.
“Is that my DAD’S shirt?”
“It fits, doesn’t it!? Anyway, we got more important things to worry about!”
“Like why the hell were you in my ceiling? You ruined my light fixture, you ass!”
“Dammit, brat! We gotta track that Hollow! Get yer ass in gear!”
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Date: 2006-10-26 08:02 pm (UTC)Bwahahaha! Now I have the scene where the girls asked Rukia if she liked Ichigo in my head set to this AU. Oh God *dies*
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