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I actually had this fic written and completed about 3 months ago but was just waiting for my beta to get the chance to look over it. I was inspired on the setting once chapter #195 came out, well a toss up between 195 & 197. So even if you haven't read the manga that far, don't worry, this has no spoilers.
Title: Ichigo's Sufferings
Author: Beck
Pairing/characters used: Renji/Rukia, Ichigo
Notes: Silliness abound. Will be x-posted like a mofo later. Don't let the title fool you, this is ALL focused on Renji/Rukia. Even though I'm not a fan of Ichigo, he's quite easy to fuck with/poke fun at/tear apart. Who knew? *evilgrin*
Warning(s): IF you do not have a sense of humor, don't read it. A slight hint of a sexual encounter but that's all.
Disclaimer: Me no own. *weeps*
Enjoy!
The newly arrived visitors glanced up from the papers they had been drawing on to pay heed to the lone man who was standing before them. The man in question casually closed the bedroom door with his foot before walking over to the group and placing, on top of their pile of papers, a very full tray of food.
“There’s your dinner.” He stated with mild irritation as he then went about his business of rooting around in one of his drawer’s for a clean shirt.
Rukia glanced at the alarm clock by the bed, reconfirming the exact time she thought it to be. “So early Ichigo?”
The orange haired man she spoke to had no time to answer her before another member of the group, a red-headed man approached, eyeing Ichigo from head to toe as he shoved a piece of bread into his big mouth. At this point, Ichigo had just pulled his shirt over his torso.
“Verfh ruf roing?” Each syllable Renji spoke pelted Ichigo with crumbs causing his eye to twitch and clench his fist in frustration as he brushed the food particles from his face and clothing. Trying his best not to go off completely, he took a deep breath before speaking.
“First off, if you’re going to be occupying my room, KEEP IT CLEAN! And secondly, to answer your question,” he peered around Renji to avoid being spit on again, “Rukia, I have to head over to Mizuiro’s since he’s letting me borrow his notes that I missed. I won’t be gone for too long. . . just don’t cause any trouble while I’m away.” With those words and a quick wave, Ichigo left the room.
Issuing a snarling glare and a huff as the young man left, Renji closed the door before turning back to finish eating the now lukewarm food. He noticed that Rukia had been doing quick work of disposing the food herself, as she reached for and gulped down every morsel her grubby hands could reach. Silence turned into a few heated words between the two shinigamis over who would get the last bite; heated words that almost ended up in a food, or most likely, a fist fight.
Oh how Ichigo would so love to come home and see his room in disarray and no doubt use it as reason to ship both of their asses back to Soul Society. Though, since none of that would happen, Rukia threw the thought aside and instead joined Renji in leaning back onto Ichigo’s bed with a satisfied grin and full belly, indicating her success of taking the remaining mouthful of food.
Renji let out a big belch, startling the girl slightly. “Ah. . . my compliments to the chef, for sure!”
Rukia then busted up in a fit of giggles all the while complaining that she was too full to be laughing so hard. After the laughter, they went back to discussing the reasons for them being in this plane and of what it was they expected to happen while being here. The conversation was cut when Rukia began yawning, realizing how quickly time was passing. Exactly where was Ichigo? She turned to ask Renji but then stopped short when she noticed him eying their surroundings, no doubt coming up with some ingenious idea.
Renji knew that Ichigo would try to hurry back if he could, for he wasn’t one to trust either of them alone for too long, especially in his house, but that didn’t mean that they still couldn’t have some fun. Sitting up, he gathered their papers and placed them neatly on the desk before plopping back down beside Rukia, her petite form bouncing slightly from the force.
Once he was settled, he leaned towards her and placed a hand on her exposed thigh, making sure he had her attention. “Hey, I have an idea.”
“Oh? Please do tell Abarai-kun.”
“Ya know, while he’s gone, we should make use of this time and, this awfully comfy bed.” The markings above his eye waggled as, with each word he spoke, his hand inched higher and higher beneath her school uniform skirt.
She feigned a gasp. “You can’t possibly mean. . .?”
A nod for an answer, followed by small lingering kisses to her neck.
“Here?”
Another nod as he nibbled on her ear.
“Have you no morals, you. . . you. . . horn dog!”
A shake of his head sealed the deal as she was losing her battle of trying to maintain seriousness and the fact that his hands and lips were everywhere on her body was not helping matters in the least.
“Well if you insist.”
“Oh I do.” His breath tickled her ear as they began to help each other out of their school clothes.
A half hour later, Ichigo came walking into his room, apologizing for being late. Giving a quick thorough check of the area, he was shocked to see that everything was intact just as he left it.
He then noticed that not only Rukia and Renji were getting ready for bed but that there was a familiar piece of clothing covering half of Renji’s legs.
“Make yourself at home why don’t you.”
Renji looked down at what Ichigo so subtly hinted at and grinned sinisterly. “I already have.” Little did Ichigo know that Renji wasn’t referring to the pajama bottoms he was borrowing.
The dark haired girl snickered at his response as they walked to the closet door, earning a confused look on Ichigo’s face. He could’ve sworn the look on Renji’s face was that of a cat who had swallowed the canary whole. Too tired to contemplate, he simply shrugged his shoulders as he went about getting ready for bed as well.
“Eh, whatever.”
“Good night Ichigo and sleep well.” Rukia called out as she and Renji tried to fit somewhat comfortably in the closet.
“Yeah, yeah, good. . .night.” Even as he went to lie down, an odd premonition began nagging at him at the back of his brain. Still he tried to shake the feeling off as he crawled under his covers; it had been a long day and he was exhausted and all he wanted to do was close his eyes and fall asleep. Unfortunate for him, just as soon as he was comfortable those same eyes shot wide open when he felt a slight wetness seeping into his clothed back.
“What the. . . ?” He reached behind him to feel what it was and shrieked loud enough to nearly wake the whole neighborhood.
“AHHHHH!!!! NOT THE WET SPOT!! I’M GONNA KILL YOU GUYS FOR THIS!!” Ichigo raged, knowing he wouldn’t be able to back up the threat considering it took too much energy to even get out of bed.
Rukia was thankful that Ichigo couldn't see the look on her face as she turned into Renji’s chest to stifle the giggles at what they had done.
Granted, it was a cruel thing to pull on him but at least it had brought back some of the old Ichigo that she knew.
END!
Title: Ichigo's Sufferings
Author: Beck
Pairing/characters used: Renji/Rukia, Ichigo
Notes: Silliness abound. Will be x-posted like a mofo later. Don't let the title fool you, this is ALL focused on Renji/Rukia. Even though I'm not a fan of Ichigo, he's quite easy to fuck with/poke fun at/tear apart. Who knew? *evilgrin*
Warning(s): IF you do not have a sense of humor, don't read it. A slight hint of a sexual encounter but that's all.
Disclaimer: Me no own. *weeps*
Enjoy!
The newly arrived visitors glanced up from the papers they had been drawing on to pay heed to the lone man who was standing before them. The man in question casually closed the bedroom door with his foot before walking over to the group and placing, on top of their pile of papers, a very full tray of food.
“There’s your dinner.” He stated with mild irritation as he then went about his business of rooting around in one of his drawer’s for a clean shirt.
Rukia glanced at the alarm clock by the bed, reconfirming the exact time she thought it to be. “So early Ichigo?”
The orange haired man she spoke to had no time to answer her before another member of the group, a red-headed man approached, eyeing Ichigo from head to toe as he shoved a piece of bread into his big mouth. At this point, Ichigo had just pulled his shirt over his torso.
“Verfh ruf roing?” Each syllable Renji spoke pelted Ichigo with crumbs causing his eye to twitch and clench his fist in frustration as he brushed the food particles from his face and clothing. Trying his best not to go off completely, he took a deep breath before speaking.
“First off, if you’re going to be occupying my room, KEEP IT CLEAN! And secondly, to answer your question,” he peered around Renji to avoid being spit on again, “Rukia, I have to head over to Mizuiro’s since he’s letting me borrow his notes that I missed. I won’t be gone for too long. . . just don’t cause any trouble while I’m away.” With those words and a quick wave, Ichigo left the room.
Issuing a snarling glare and a huff as the young man left, Renji closed the door before turning back to finish eating the now lukewarm food. He noticed that Rukia had been doing quick work of disposing the food herself, as she reached for and gulped down every morsel her grubby hands could reach. Silence turned into a few heated words between the two shinigamis over who would get the last bite; heated words that almost ended up in a food, or most likely, a fist fight.
Oh how Ichigo would so love to come home and see his room in disarray and no doubt use it as reason to ship both of their asses back to Soul Society. Though, since none of that would happen, Rukia threw the thought aside and instead joined Renji in leaning back onto Ichigo’s bed with a satisfied grin and full belly, indicating her success of taking the remaining mouthful of food.
Renji let out a big belch, startling the girl slightly. “Ah. . . my compliments to the chef, for sure!”
Rukia then busted up in a fit of giggles all the while complaining that she was too full to be laughing so hard. After the laughter, they went back to discussing the reasons for them being in this plane and of what it was they expected to happen while being here. The conversation was cut when Rukia began yawning, realizing how quickly time was passing. Exactly where was Ichigo? She turned to ask Renji but then stopped short when she noticed him eying their surroundings, no doubt coming up with some ingenious idea.
Renji knew that Ichigo would try to hurry back if he could, for he wasn’t one to trust either of them alone for too long, especially in his house, but that didn’t mean that they still couldn’t have some fun. Sitting up, he gathered their papers and placed them neatly on the desk before plopping back down beside Rukia, her petite form bouncing slightly from the force.
Once he was settled, he leaned towards her and placed a hand on her exposed thigh, making sure he had her attention. “Hey, I have an idea.”
“Oh? Please do tell Abarai-kun.”
“Ya know, while he’s gone, we should make use of this time and, this awfully comfy bed.” The markings above his eye waggled as, with each word he spoke, his hand inched higher and higher beneath her school uniform skirt.
She feigned a gasp. “You can’t possibly mean. . .?”
A nod for an answer, followed by small lingering kisses to her neck.
“Here?”
Another nod as he nibbled on her ear.
“Have you no morals, you. . . you. . . horn dog!”
A shake of his head sealed the deal as she was losing her battle of trying to maintain seriousness and the fact that his hands and lips were everywhere on her body was not helping matters in the least.
“Well if you insist.”
“Oh I do.” His breath tickled her ear as they began to help each other out of their school clothes.
A half hour later, Ichigo came walking into his room, apologizing for being late. Giving a quick thorough check of the area, he was shocked to see that everything was intact just as he left it.
He then noticed that not only Rukia and Renji were getting ready for bed but that there was a familiar piece of clothing covering half of Renji’s legs.
“Make yourself at home why don’t you.”
Renji looked down at what Ichigo so subtly hinted at and grinned sinisterly. “I already have.” Little did Ichigo know that Renji wasn’t referring to the pajama bottoms he was borrowing.
The dark haired girl snickered at his response as they walked to the closet door, earning a confused look on Ichigo’s face. He could’ve sworn the look on Renji’s face was that of a cat who had swallowed the canary whole. Too tired to contemplate, he simply shrugged his shoulders as he went about getting ready for bed as well.
“Eh, whatever.”
“Good night Ichigo and sleep well.” Rukia called out as she and Renji tried to fit somewhat comfortably in the closet.
“Yeah, yeah, good. . .night.” Even as he went to lie down, an odd premonition began nagging at him at the back of his brain. Still he tried to shake the feeling off as he crawled under his covers; it had been a long day and he was exhausted and all he wanted to do was close his eyes and fall asleep. Unfortunate for him, just as soon as he was comfortable those same eyes shot wide open when he felt a slight wetness seeping into his clothed back.
“What the. . . ?” He reached behind him to feel what it was and shrieked loud enough to nearly wake the whole neighborhood.
“AHHHHH!!!! NOT THE WET SPOT!! I’M GONNA KILL YOU GUYS FOR THIS!!” Ichigo raged, knowing he wouldn’t be able to back up the threat considering it took too much energy to even get out of bed.
Rukia was thankful that Ichigo couldn't see the look on her face as she turned into Renji’s chest to stifle the giggles at what they had done.
Granted, it was a cruel thing to pull on him but at least it had brought back some of the old Ichigo that she knew.
END!
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I love the icon too. XD
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Wuh? *shiftyeyes*
*laughs* I know the feeling all too well. When I started to watch the anime, I told myself I would go into this series and not get suckered into any pairings (and I already was NOT going to ship Ichigo/Rukia). I was doing pretty good till I got to eps. 32 and it suckered punched me in the gut REALLYREALLY hard. By then, I was doomed forever into shipping Renji/Rukia. I can't believe I went against my word! *weeps*
I love the icon too. XD
^______^ So do I! I love using it whenever I can and it makes me giggle every time I see it.
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Love the atmosphere and style!
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Sure, go right ahead. That would be awesome of you to do that.
Love the atmosphere and style!
Thanx! I enjoy writing things that are light hearted and silly in nature. Plus when you add the right characters, it makes 10x's more fun.
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I am almost done with that. Do you want to have a look?:))
"I enjoy writing things that are light hearted and silly in nature"
Right! I write fanfics quite often too (in Russian), but most of them are long and tragic, so to speak:) And it is really pleasant sometimes to wright something light and short. It makes one's mood! *___*
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Sure, I'd love to take a look at it, I can save it in my files. I'm not sure if you are going to upload it to a link or just send it through email. If you send it via email, you can email it at beck21_77@yahoo.com
Right! I write fanfics quite often too (in Russian), but most of them are long and tragic, so to speak:) And it is really pleasant sometimes to wright something light and short. It makes one's mood! *___*
It's rare for me to write anything too sad or angsty but I guess it all depends if the scene calls for it. I guess I'm usually just an upbeat, silly girl that makes it hard for me to write angsty sad stuff. And as long as I made someone smile or someone's day better, I know I did my job then.
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I will send you a translation tomorrow:)
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Hmmm...to answer your question in the email, yes, I have quite a few fics for different series such as::
One Piece
Gungrave
Fullmetal Alchemist
Full Metal Panic!
Gundam Wing
Tenjhou Tenge
Scrapped Princess
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I told ya that I knew you'd like it ^_~ I mean, how could we not? MUAHAHAHAHA!
They are so evil; I can totally imagine Renji suggesting that idea!
Oh god yes! I can see Renji & Rukia being very evil when it comes to scheming, they had plenty of experiences as children. But ya know, I really don't know how the whole "put Ichi in the wet spot" came about. I do know I wanted to write something silly and poke fun at Ichi and yet be evil at the same time. I thank my overly perverted brain hehehehehehe.
Good luck on trying to write your first ficcie in English. I can imagine it can't be easy. I do hope to see something from you written for RenRuki in the future.
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And I should really write more Renji/Rukia. I dig them. I also want to write to Ishida/Orihime and same Chad/Orihime. ^_^
*hugs*
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Ain't it though? I had fun with it, I actually couldn't stop laughing when I was writing it, then questioning myself "where in the world made me think of this topic."
And I should really write more Renji/Rukia. I dig them.
*hugs*
You should, you do a good job with them. That'd be neat to read something with Chad/Orihime as well.
*bighugs* Thanx for reading chickie, regardless if it was mean ^_~
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I totally agree!! And you can do it in such a humorus way to where your not really bashing.
Though I have a strange idea about Renji, Rukia, Yachiru and pigtails...
Hehehehehehehe, that'd be quite a sight.
That and Renji and Rukia who just randomly start making out infront of Ichigo to get on his nerves. ;3
*falls over in giggles* That would be AWESOME!
Ichigo: GET A ROOM! Sheesh!
RenRuki: We are in a room.
Ichigo: I didn't mean MINE!
:p
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OMG...
I so needed to read this after a horrible weak at work. I started laughing when Ichigo was getting sprayed with crumbs XD Poor him, though. Guess he's gonna have to sleep on the floor, haha...
*mems*
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I started laughing when Ichigo was getting sprayed with crumbs XD Poor him, though. Guess he's gonna have to sleep on the floor, haha...
I think I giggled throughout the fic as I was writing it. That part you mentioned, I could soo totally see Renji doing.
Well he could either sleep on the floor or stay on the bed and try to avoid that spot. OR if he wanted to be mean (since he's usually mean to him anyways) pick Kon up and use the back of him to wipe up the mess *laughs*. Poor Kon just gets no love.
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*laughs* I think this might be my favorite RenRuki story. I just think you did such a great job with the characters (Ichigo included) and I could see these things happening. When Renji belched and said, “Ah. . . my compliments to the chef, for sure!” that seemed like something he would do.
I love how playful you made Renji and Rukia. Imagining them both trying to fit in that closet really made me laugh too.
Poor poor Ichigo. And it was even worse that he was so tired he stayed in bed. The last line was great. Your icon really fits this story.
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*twirls in glee*
*laughs* I think this might be my favorite RenRuki story. I just think you did such a great job with the characters (Ichigo included) and I could see these things happening.
Oh shucks. =^^= This pairing NEEDS more upbeat, lighthearted goodness and not all the angst that is way overdone and beaten to death. I think this came out so well cause I could totally see the whole thing going on in my head. I'm glad it turned out the way I wanted it to.
When Renji belched and said, “Ah. . . my compliments to the chef, for sure!” that seemed like something he would do.
Hell yes! Just hearing/seeing him burp outloud would be so him. Kekekeke, can you imagine he and some of the guys having a belching contest?
I love how playful you made Renji and Rukia.
I think ppl tend to forget THEY CAN be that way with each other. It's bad enough that fandom tends to forget/look over the fact that they had a history together.
Imagining them both trying to fit in that closet really made me laugh too.
I was thinking that too. That would be a very tight situation especially for his long legs.
And it was even worse that he was so tired he stayed in bed. The last line was great. Your icon really fits this story.
Yeah, that is pretty bad that Ichi is that exhausted that he didn't even want to make a big stink over it. And the last line I was inspired by something I *think* I read and part of it was from the manga since he seemed out of it when the SS peeps came over.
YES! The icon was so worth using for this fic.
I'm just so glad I was finally able to post this. Now if I could only get my ass in gear for that serious fic and the smut, I'll be good to go!
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Thank you. I'm getting tired of all these angsty RenRuki stories that are pretty much IchiRuki stories in disguise. They depress the hell out of me because Renji never gets any play. Like you said Renji and Rukia have a history and that gets ignored so often.
Kekekeke, can you imagine he and some of the guys having a belching contest?
*LOL* I can see that happening, especially while he was in the 11th Division.
This was a great story that makes me laugh every time read it!
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Also, how cool (and honorable) is that when someone liked this fic enough that they wanted to translate it in a different language so their friends could read it? I have another Russian person on my flist who commented on the fic here and liked it that much that they wanted to do that (and they did!).
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Renji and Rukia making out in front of Ichigo at random would irritate the hell out of him and make for a funny story.
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That is awesome that someone translated your story into Russian! Now more people can enjoy it! I'm sure they'll crack up while reading it!