Over The Hills And Far Away

Fanart: Kaka/Naru - Nothing Else Matters At All

2011-02-27T23:50:03Z

Wut? Wuts this! No Naru/Sasu? *shock!* lol. I can't believe this is my first Kakashi/Naruto art! I adore this pairing so god damn much. ♥ I kinda drew this with the thought of it being after a training session, where on a whim, Kakashi luffles Naruto. XD

©Naruto/Masashi Kishimoto

Title: Nothing Else Matters At All
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Kakashi/Naruto
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG13

Lineart version.

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X2 NaruSasu. Rated PG - R. NSFW.

2011-02-27T00:44:57Z

Disclaimer: If I owned it, this sorta thing would happen all the time. ©Naruto/Masashi Kishimoto

Title: This moment In Time (Naru/Sasu on the dock)
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Young Naruto, Young Sasuke
Genre: Friendship/Platonic.
Rating: PG

Thanks to those who inspired me to draw this one! Naww, I really love young Naruto and Sasuke. <3

Title: Show Me How To Live
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Naruto, Sasuke (Naru/Sasu/Naru)
Genre: Romance, Mature
Rating: R
Warnings: Partial nudity, mature, NSFW.

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Fanart: Smileh [Naru/Sasu]

2011-02-22T22:06:59Z

Disclaimer: *checks* Nope. I still don't own Naruto. ©Naruto/Masashi Kishimoto

Title: Smileh
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Naruto, Sasuke (Naru/Sasu/Naru)
Rating: PG

Meh. I tried to make Sasuke smile in this, but all my attempts didn't seem to suit him >.> I think he is destined to be emo forever, rofl.

Any suggestions for Naru/Sasu art? Or perhaps another pairing? I'm kinda lacking any new ideas right now..

Fanart: X2 NARU/SASU/NARU.

2011-02-20T21:21:33Z

Disclaimer: Sadly, Naruto is not mine. If it was, this sort of thing would happen more regularly! XD

Title: I've Found You, Sasuke
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Naruto, Sasuke (Naru/Sasu/Naru)
Rating: PG

Title: All I Need
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Naruto, Sasuke (Naru/Sasu)
Rating: PG13

Woop woop - Moar Naruto/Sasuke/Naruto!!
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Fanart: Sakura's Worst Valentines Day. (2 drawings, both Naru/Sasu)

2011-02-14T14:45:17Z

Happy Valentines Day! I gots ere 2 drawings for this special day cos Naruto and Sasuke deserve love to! lol.

Title: Sakura's Worst Valentines Day.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura. (Naru/Sasu)
Time Taken: 6 hours.
Tools: Photoshop and Tablet.
Rating: PG13

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I attempted to colour this one, but all my attempts turned out crap. I'm pretty happy with the sketch tho. Let me know what you think. And have a great day! :)

Boo, I have ran out of ideas, sooo, if there is anything you want to be drawn leave us a message and I'll see what inspires me!

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Tastes Like Strawberries (Redone version)

2011-02-13T18:20:35Z

Title: Tastes Like Strawberries
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo,
Rating: PG - 13,
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own bleach, or the characters. But the picture is mine.

Full size image. | Original version. (which is a bit messy, because this is what I scanned in)

So this is my revised version of "Tastes Like Strawberries". Before I had use of a scanner, or tablet, I drew this by hand. Its now been coloured with photoshop. I'm SO happy with how it has finally turned out, I might scrap the other version 'cos it is so gross, lol.

Also, Happy Valentines y'all! Have a gd'un. xx

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Title: Reunion, Pairing: Naru/Sasu

2011-02-13T17:43:39Z

Title: Reunion
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Naru/Sasu
Rating: pg13
Tools: Photoshop & Tablet

©Naruto/Masashi Kishimoto

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Full size.

I LOVE this pairing, like I am incredibly obsessed with them right now. I am going to stay in blissful denial and believe this is what happened when Naruto and Sasuke meet in Shippuden! lol. This took me about two days to draw with my tablet (my first time using it!) and then to colour - which was such a pain in the ass. Ignore how badly it is coloured in, I tried my best and yet it still makes my eyes want to vomit. I have another NaruSasu picture I will upload, but I'm conntemplating whether to colour it or not. *pokes it*

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boxexposure @ 2011-02-08T15:01:00

2011-02-08T15:01:44Z

A/N: I'm sorry for the lack of my existence and for not updating my other stories. However, *offers this story until I can get my ass into gear* It seems my laptop decided to play up and it has only just been fixed. Woe is me. Two months without it has been hard times indeed. BTW, I have not yet watched Shippuden *sigh* so this will probably be AU. And there may be a few points where they are OOC, but that is intentional.

Summary: Foolishly, Naruto accepts to be Sasuke's fake boyfriend. But for what purpose? Chaos can only ensue. Rated M for eventual yaoi. Warnings: Slight crack in the form of rabid fangirls, fluff, NaruSasu.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Naruto… But I do own Sasuke *Darts eyes about*

Warnings: Eventual yaoi, slight crack in the form of rabid fangirls, perhaps some grammatical errors due to my lack of sleep and lack of beta.

Love, The Hardest Way.

Chapter 1:

"What is so special about Sasuke, anyway?"

Naruto stares dejectedly at his favourite bowl of ramen, as if expecting it to reply with an answer that would quench his need to understand. To be honest, he had no idea why this bothered him so much. It's not like he hated the jerk, because if that were true he wouldn't give a damn who Sasuke's latest stalker was, (which was a very hard task to keep track of). Actually, he didn't care. Really. It just annoys him. Well, not that much. Perhaps a tiny bit.

A lot.

The silence of the small, desolate apartment creeps in and smothers an aggravated sigh from frowning lips. He has pondered upon this unfathomable question more than he wishes to admit and speaking his thoughts verbally to his half eaten bowl of ramen did nothing but infuriate him more. Sasuke. Saskue. Sasuke. Damn him.

Naruto stabs a large chunk of beef zealously before capturing the piece of meat and popping it in his mouth. Lean fingers twirl around the chopsticks, twisting it this way and that.

"Oh Sasuke, you are so handsome. Sasuke is sooo perfect," he whines impersonating Sakura or one of the many annoying fangirls that hover around said person like an unpleasant smell. Which they were. He could not be alone in the presence of Sasuke for less than five minutes, without one girl or another shoving their way in between himself and their obsession, whilst in the process of doing so, trying (but failing quite spectacularly, much to Naruto's sadistic amusement) to take Sasuke away from him.

"Saskuuee, I looove you. You're so cool…" Maniacal laughter spills from his lips.

A biting cold draft washes over Naruto's back and he pulls the collars up of his dark blue sweatshirt. Placing the chopsticks into his bowl of ramen, he spins around on the wooden stool. "I wonder if I left the window open – wahh!"

Thud.

"Nngh," grumbles Naruto, his face a remarkable shade of beetroot red.

The window was open. But from his expert skills of observation from where he now lay sprawled across the floor, he realised he was not the one who had opened it. No. He had not, but Sasuke had. Sasuke, who was now stood in his flat and wore a stupid fat grin on his stupid face. The same Sasuke that had probably heard the entirety of his rant. Damn.

"What the hell, idiot! Don't you know how to use the front door?" Naruto yells, jumps to his feet and flails his arms about dangerously, almost knocking the bowl of ramen off the table.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in? Why are you here?" Naruto takes a deep breath after his barrage of questions, but his only answer is an upturned eyebrow from the cold ice prince.

This makes Naruto growl. "Well, jerk? You better have a good reason for breaking into my place or I'll have to wipe that smirk off your face!" He raises his fist about to swing at the irritating, arrogant, bastard.

"You're just as bad as those annoying girls. Although I never thought you would have a crush on me, Naruto."

"WHAT?" Instead of punching Sasuke, which he really, really, wants to do right now, instead he opts for the more dramatic form of swinging his arms up and down madly to further prove how mortified he was. "What did you say? A crush? Hah! You wish, Sasuke! In your dreams you… you freak!" Normally, he would have stuck his tongue out to accompany his lame comeback, if it was not for the small fact that he was now nineteen and he did not want to appear any more pathetic in front of Sasuke.

Really now. How much embarrassment could a guy take in one day – and it was not even lunchtime yet!

"Whatever." Sasuke manages to dismiss the weird, one sided argument with a single word and is silent once more.

Naruto grumbles something underneath his breath. "So why are you here? Come to stalk me, have you?" He grins triumphantly at this, although he is not so sure why the thought of Sasuke being his stalker, or at the very least, Sasuke liking him in that sort of way, made him feel victorious.

There is an awkward silence which is only broken by a strange, soft gurgling noise. Naruto realises that the sound is coming from Sasuke. Sasuke who still has that broad smile on his face, rather than his usual, arrogant smirk. And then Naruto realises that Sasuke is laughing. Laughing! If you could call it laughing that is, it was more of a quiet, contained chuckle, the sound of which Naruto would not mind getting used to.

Although, this, he would never admit to out loud. He did not need to give Sasuke any more reason to poke fun at him.

Before Naruto has the chance to demand why Sasuke Uchihah had decided to trouble him with his presence, he soon realises why. And it came in the form of several (although from the noise it sounded like several hundred) stampeding girls who squealed and shouted ridiculous lovey-dovey sweet nothings at Sasuke.

If they were not all outside of his apartment window, he may have found this scenario amusing. But the fact remained that they were indeed outside and it seemed they were not going to leave any time soon.

Sasuke peered out of the window, which even Naruto realised was a terrible idea - and he was supposed to be the idiot of their group!

"We need to leave."

"We? Why am I getting dragged into this you jerk?"

Sasuke growled Naruto's name, with his velvety, raspy voice and grabbed the yellow haired Shinobi's hand.

With one quick twist of the hand, he yanked Naruto along beside him as they darted out of the flat and sped along many rooftops. Naruto, not as graceful as his raven haired rival, snagged his foot on a loose tiled roof and they tumbled in between two buildings.

"Wow this floor is surprisingly soft," chuckles Naruto, until he remembers he is supposed to be pissed off for being rudely hauled around and he growls instead. "Thanks a lot, Sasuke, for ruining my day. All I wanted was to eat my Ramen in peace!"

"Naruto…"

" But no. You jerk. What were you thinking dragging me along with you?"

"OI, Naruto!"

"… and as if I give a damn about you or your stalkers! I would have preferred to tell them where you were hiding and watch from a distance!" Naruto laughs maniacally.

"YOU IDIOT. GET OFF ME!" Roars Sasuke.

"Huh?" He blinks, once, twice, and raises bright blue eyes up to meet those belonging to a pissed off, blushing, Sasuke and once he looks back down he jumps up in shock, backing up against one of the walls behind him. Naruto laughs nervously and rubs the back of his head. "Oops, my bad."

"Hmph." Sasuke pats the dirt off himself whilst scowling at Naruto.

"Well," Naruto said as he finally managed to compose himself and began to walk to where the buildings parted and opened up onto a path. "I'm heading home. Good luck with the stalkers!"

Sasuke caught up, although walking a few paces behind his rival. "Hold on you idiot. Don't you want to know why I came to yours?"

"Nope, not really."

Annoyed, the pissed off Uchihah grabbed Naruto's arm and spun him around. He took a deep breathe, glared at the ground and quickly said, "I-need-you-to-pretend-to-be-my-boyfriend!"

It took a few silent minutes for Naruto's brain to comprehend what had just spilled out of Sasuke's lips and when he finally realised, he fell over laughing.

Sasuke growled beneath his breath and shot out one foot, connecting with the side of Naruto's ribs.

"Ow, you bastard! You shouldn't treat your boyfriend like that!" Naruto sniggered. He leant back on his hands and stared up at Sasuke with a foolish grin. Sasuke's eyes were huge and confused, which only caused Naruto to laugh even more.

"So… you will do it then? Don't you even want to know why?"

Naruto hummed and pondered a moment. "Nope. All I know is that it will annoy all those girls who love you. Which sounds like fun! And also, as my boyfriend –"

"Your fake-boyfriend," Sasuke interjected, hating the word the more times he said it.

"As my pretend-boyfriend, you must buy me lots of Ramen!"

Lifting a single eyebrow, Sasuke nodded solemnly.

"You are such an idiot, Naruto."

Okay, I realise at the moment this story sounds a bit cliché, but originally I planned for it to be a one-shot with an entirely different plot. But lots of crazy ideas flooded in and I was tempted to write this instead!

Reviews would be extremely nice, and any suggestions are very much welcome as I am not only writing this for fun, I would also like to become a better writer :)

[ONE-SHOT] Hot Chocolate and Mistletoe

2010-11-29T07:00:52Z

A/N: I wanted to write something fluffy, rather than angsty (like my current fics), thus this one shot was born! Let me know if I totally suck at writing fluff, and should go back to writing angst :p I'm not sure if Japan celebrates Christmas, but for the purposes of this fic, they do now! Also, as Renji is very old, (how old, I'm not sure) I presume he does not know how we celebrate Christmas today.

Italics = Renji writing his report, which I handily dated. I have not written the entire report, but it's not exactly necessary either.

Enjoy :)

Summary: Renji is sent to the world of the living to learn more about humans. Curious about Christmas, he partakes in the strange tradition. With help from Ichigo they discover something that could change their lives forever. Set during Christmas, Ren/Ichi, fluff, one-shot.

Hot Chocolate and Mistletoe

A lone figure stepped through the Senkaimon and into a grassy field, just outside of Karakura Town. The air was cold but not bitter; it was refreshing to breathe in cool air that was not thick and humid like the reishi filled air of the Soul Society. Renji breathed in and smiled. It smelt like freedom. He had the week off from his duties, and an easy task ahead of himself to complete –to observe and update the known records on humans. When Captain Kuchiki had approached him with this request, the red headed soul reaper had quickly accepted.

Renji stilled and observed the surroundings; tall buildings littered the horizon and small glowing lights moved like miniscule bugs in the same direction, which he knew were those auto-mobile things Ichigo had tried to explain to him.

"I'm glad I don't need to rely on those slow death traps to move about," he murmured and flash stepped to Urahara's shop to pick up his gigai.

22nd December,

It is not wise to turn up unannounced to schools, or for that matter I presume, any type of building, for the humans question you rudely. They appear to have a system where you are supposed to sign your name into a tiny book, which then grants you access. This book seems to have a lot of power, but I checked its spirit level and there is nothing out of the ordinary. It is a very strange device.

Note: It is recommended that you do not use the windows to get into the buildings. According to a certain human, who has the tendency to blush profusely when you are in close proximity with them, it is common sense to use a door, however impractical that may be.

Renji felt a sudden ache in his arm, where an annoyed, orange haired, student had just punched him.

"I did not blush!" Ichigo snapped, frown firmly in place.

Renji laughed and placed his pen on Ichigo's desk. He shifted forwards, his face mere inches away from Ichigo's.

"Oh, but I distinctly remember you having a blush when I leaned in this close to you earlier." Renji's warm breath deepened the substitutes pink flush across his cheeks.

"That was not a blush. I was angry at you! You can't leap through my class room window and then press your ugly, tattooed, face to mine!"

"That was low," Renji muttered and leant back into the computer chair, which bounced slightly with the movement. A wolfish grin curled at his lips, as he observed the frowning male before him.

"Idiot," Ichigo said nonchalantly.

"Jerk!"

Ichigo smiled as the words left Renji's mouth. "I'm not sure Byakuya wanted you to learn how to swear when he sent you here."

Renji scoffed and fiddled with the pen between his fingers. "I'm not going to learn anything sat in your small bedroom."

Ichigo shot him a glare. "I did not say you must come back to my house, nor am I forcing you to stay."

"No, that's right. So let's get out of here!" Renji grabbed Ichigo's wrist and dragged him towards the window.

Ichigo pulled his arm back and sighed. "I don't remember when I agreed to this." He sagged his shoulders, thinking he could either be harassed by his over excited father or spend time with the idiotic soul reaper. Begrudgingly, he chose the latter.

"But if you're here to learn about humans, then I guess it is about time I show you how to use the bloody front door."

"What's that?" Renji pointed a solitary finger towards the glistening monstrosity.

"That is a Christmas Tree," Ichigo explained, a sarcastic tone edging his voice as if he was talking to an infant.

"And is it normal to place a little human on top of the tree?" Renji asked, squinting up to the point where an extremely pink girl sat.

Ichigo sighed. "That is an angel."

"Okay…" Renji's eyebrows creased from confusion. He was silent for a few minutes as they walked down the high streets of Karakura Town, taking in the bright lights and the horrid red and green decorations that hung up outside of the small shops. A thought crossed his mind. "What is Christmas?"

"Do you not celebrate it in the Soul Society?" asked Ichigo and added as an afterthought, "no of course not." He shrugged his shoulders, wondering the best way to explain the traditions of Christmas. It took half an hour to explain, due to Renji constantly quipping in and asking questions, but in the end Ichigo gave up. "Let's get a coffee, it's freezing out here."

Renji knew what coffee was, and that it was bitter and nasty. But he followed Ichigo into the café and sat on a couch in the corner of the room, somewhat thankful for the warmth that caressed his skin upon entering. Renji wondered to himself why everyone seemed to be so obsessed with this Christmas thing. He eyed up a poster of a rather fat man, in an unpleasant red and white suit carrying lots of gifts, with distaste.

"Here, I got you a hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows," said Ichigo, carrying a tray with the two hot beverages balanced on it. "I know how you reacted last time Urahara gave you coffee, and I don't particularly want it spat out in my face," he snickered, recalling the incident.

Renji dipped his finger into the cream and lifted it to parted lips, which he licked up and delighted in the sweet tastes that were agreeable to his taste buds. He moaned in satisfaction, licked and sucked more of the cream from his fingers and popped a sweet, pink, marshmallow into his mouth.

Renji did not notice Ichigo's reaction, the pink shade on his cheeks or his heavy breathing. When the cream was sadly all gone, Renji downed the beverage, moaning once more as the velvety chocolate consumed his whole being in a delectable warm and fuzzy feeling.

The oblivious red headed soul reaper glanced up at Ichigo. "Oh, are you angry, Ichigo? ‘Cos you are a pretty shade of strawberry again," he remarked, with a contented smile.

Ichigo spluttered and almost choked on his coffee. "No I am not," he denied and slammed his mug onto the saucer. Ichigo ignored the cute smile that lit up Renji's face and promptly decided to head home. He then thought how Renji and cute should not be in the same sentence, but tried to ignore this when Renji waved goodbye.

23rd December,

The human's celebration of Christmas consists of them offering strange sweet cakes and alcoholic beverages to the God of Winter, called Sandy Claws, who leaves a lump of coal to naughty children. Earlier, as mentioned, I said you should use front doors to enter buildings, however, this God seems to be above these human rules, and instead he climbs down the human's chimney.

I am aware on the 25th day of the 12th month, they hand out presents and eat a lot of food and consume a large amount of alcohol. The whole celebration seems completely absurd. I myself enjoy getting drunk every evening and I do not understand why the humans only do this once a year.

Despite that he hated being in his gigai, Renji reluctantly walked about in it as he browsed through the shops. He laughed, thinking about the reaction of the shopkeepers if they had seen a floating object. Even though it would amuse him to be out of his gigai, he was given money to spend whilst in the human world and decided against startling the unfortunate humans.

Out of curiosity, Renji wanted to partake in the strange Christmas traditions.

Firstly he had to buy presents for the people he knew in the human world, which was easier to do than he first anticipated. A rather helpful buxom woman chose all of his gifts and had even gift wrapped them in grossly over decorated Christmas paper, with bows and ribbons and glitter. It is not something he would have chosen, but the shopkeeper had persuaded him that his friends would love it. However, finding a gift for Ichigo was proving more difficult.

He gave up after he entered what felt like the hundredth shop and entered the same café Ichigo had taken him to the day before. In the corner of the room he spotted a couple holding hands beneath a peculiar green flower. The girl blushed as her partner leaned forward and kissed her lightly.

"Why are they doing that?" Renji asked the shopkeeper, who smiled in return.

"A lot of couples like to kiss underneath Mistletoe."

Renji nodded, not completely understanding and read the sign above the counter. He grinned hungrily upon reading the list beneath Hot Chocolate.

The red headed soul reaper ordered two drinks to go.

Ichigo studied on his bed whilst he listened to music through his headphones. It was the Christmas holidays, but obviously his teacher did not realise that, and had set him and his classmates an exam for when they return. That bitch.

He heard knocking come from his bedroom door and paused his current soundtrack.

"Urm… Ichi, I let a friend of yours in," came a quiet voice from behind the door. Ichigo stood up, stretched his sore muscles and twisted the door handle open to see Yuzu and Renji.

"Renji?" Ichigo gasped, surprised with eyes wide. He glanced down at the bundle of sweets Yuzu was holding. She smiled broadly.

"Your friend gave me all of these sweets," she said before bouncing away merrily.

Ichigo scoffed as he stood to one side, allowing Renji to walk into his bedroom. "So you finally figured out how to use the front door then?"

"Nothing is too hard for me to master," Renji quipped, and took a comfortable seat on the edge of Ichigo's bed.

Ichigo closed the door and drawled, "Right…" He sat beside Renji on the bed, and shuffled about until he was cross legged.

"I got you a coffee whilst I was shopping. To return the favour for yesterday," added Renji and handed over the still warm drink to Ichigo.

Ichigo genuinely smiled. "Thanks, Renji." They both sat in a comfortable silence as they drank their hot drinks, Ichigo slightly amused by how much chocolate Renji could consume.

Renji leaned back to rest his weight on the wall behind the bed, and in the process of doing so their hands brushed. The red head was shocked how the simple touch had made his fingers tingle delightfully, and so he did not remove his hand, nor did Ichigo hesitate or complain. To Renji's surprise, he felt calloused fingers brush over his own, up and over his knuckles, tracing the digits gently. His heart rate doubled tenfold, adrenaline pumped though his body in sweet anticipation and his breath became extremely uneven. His fingers copied Ichigo's movements, until his larger hand was above the substitute's and he stroked his whole hand up Ichigo's fingers, over his wrist and then back down.

Their peaceful silence was rudely broken by a screeching sound from outside Ichigo's door. They both dropped each other's hands as if burned and alarmed eyes turned to the door as Ichigo's father leaped through the door, dressed up as a ridiculous looking animal with horns, a red nose, and a furry outfit.

"MERRY CHRIST-MASSSS, ICHI-GOOOO!"

"NOT, COOL!" yelled Ichigo. The annoyed male's fist slammed into his flying father's face. "It's not even Christmas yet, you idiot!"

Isshin rubbed his sore, bright red and round nose. He promptly flew down the stairs and crawled before his poster of his wife. "Oh darling, where did I go wrong? Ichigo used to love getting dressed up with me as Rudolf, or a cute little elf!"

Ichigo groaned and Renji snickered.

There was now only one more day before Christmas approached. Renji knew that better than anyone, since he felt extremely festive in his bright red and green clothing. Snowflakes, cute reindeers and snowmen scattered across the red cardigan he wore. Although it was grossly bright, and far worse than the so called 'modern clothing' Urahara normally chose for him, he had no choice about wearing the offensive clothing. Urahara had muttered something about him being kicked out if he did not wear it, and so stood in the doorway of Ichigo's house, he knocked twice, dreading the reaction from the substitute soul reaper.

When the door swung open, he was greeted by a thrilled Isshin who was wearing identical clothing to his own, except for the red hat which sat lopsided on his head.

"WELCOME, ICHIGO'S FRIEND!" shouted Isshin and promptly forced a red, fluffy hat on Renji's head.

Renji's eye twitched.

When he entered the house, he came across a laughing Ichigo who wore a huge smile. "This… is… priceless…" Ichigo wheezed, and doubled over in astonishment as he snickered.

"Yeah, really funny…" Renji sourly muttered as he walked past the humoured boy and into Ichigo's bedroom, where he made himself comfortable on his bed out of habit.

Renji allowed himself to laugh out loud when Ichigo entered, as he had obviously been attacked by his father and was now wearing fluffy reindeer antlers.

"You look so cute!" Renji mock cooed and caused Ichigo to blush and chuck the bothersome antlers out of his door before he slammed it shut.

"I am going to ignore you just said that," Ichigo muttered, seating himself next to Renji on the bed.

Renji's snickers subsided and instead he breathed out.

"Damn, I am so hot in these bloody clothes," Renji said whilst he pulled at the front of the cardigan, and tried to cool himself off. The jumper fit snug and stretched over his body, cocooning him in its warmth.

"Quit complaining, and take them off then!" Ichigo retorted, but blushed further at realisation of his own words.

Renji grabbed the hem of the cardigan and pulled upwards, tugging at the item of clothing until he dropped it at the foot of Ichigo's bed. He kept the hat on his head, however. He moaned in satisfaction when the cool air hit his overheated, bare chest and stretched out to lie down on the bed, arms behind his head.

Ichigo had to avert his eyes from the body that sprawled out across his bed, for he could feel his blush deepening and his breath quickening. A sudden question caught him off guard. "Sorry, what did you just say, Renji?"

"What do you want for Christmas?"

"Oh, I didn't realise you were going to celebrate it," presumed Ichigo.

Renji shrugged his broad shoulders and turned to lie on his side, so he now faced in the direction of Ichigo. "Well, I might as well since I'm going to be here for this strange holiday. So… what do you want?"

Ichigo swallowed. He knew exactly what he wanted. Ichigo's eyes betrayed his thoughts, and he hungrily took in the appearance of the other soul reaper, who was unconsciously flexing his biceps and stretching.

"I do not know," he lied, unable to look away from the sight before him. "How about you surprise me?"

Renji's lips curled into a knowing grin. "Whatever you want, Ichigo," he purred.

Ichigo dropped his gaze down to his lap and fidgeted on the bed uncomfortably. He sighed and said, "Do you mind if I revise?" He needed to take his mind off Renji, and he grabbed his books, seating himself back down on the bed.

"I won't get in your way. Go ahead, it's your room," Renji said, unfazed and leaned back into the soft cushions behind him.

Renji briefly glanced at the studying boy beside him and smiled.

He knew exactly what he wanted to get him.

On the day of Christmas, Renji handed presents out to everyone in Urahara's shop and stopped by Orihime, Chad and Uryū’s house to drop off the gifts. He wore a tight fitting, white V-neck top with a plain black leather jacket, dark blue jeans and white converse shoes, which he had gratefully received from Urahara that morning.

He only had one present left to give and he suddenly felt nervous as he pressed the palm of his hand to his trouser pocket. He sighed when he felt the comfortable weight of the small gift.

Outside of the Kurosaki Clinic, Renji raised his hand to knock on the front door. It was obvious that the family were in high spirits and were celebrating very loudly in the front room. But one person was missing, Renji noticed, and glanced up at Ichigo's window which was open. Light poured out from it.

He smirked as he easily leaped the distance between the ground and the window, and perched on the windowsill gracefully.

"Did you leave your window open on purpose?" Asked Renji, his lips stayed in a permanent grin. "Merry Christmas, Ichigo," he added once in the room.

Ichigo looked up from beneath the red Santa hat and smiled. He did not answer Renji's question, but instead reached for his hat and pulled it off.

"Merry Christmas, Renji," said Ichigo, just above a whisper. He closed the distance between them and placed the hat gently atop Renji's head. "This looks much better on you than it does me." His fingers lingered longer than necessary on the side of Renji's cheek.

Renji laughed. "Thanks… I suppose."

They stood in silence, staring intently and curiously into each other's eyes. Renji gulped as he fingered the small gift in his pocket.

"Here…" said Ichigo, grabbing a small, neatly wrapped gift off his desk and handed it to Renji. "It's not much, but…" he trailed of.

Renji's eyes beamed with happiness. "Thank you," he politely accepted the gift and unwrapped it. Inside the paper was a black box, which he opened and stared in awe at the small, snake-like pendant, which had a familiar resemblance to that of Zabimaru. "This is… wow, it's perfect, thank you, Ichigo."

Ichigo chuckled, a grin spreading over his face. "You already said thanks. But you're welcome, Renji."

Renji wrapped the necklace around his neck, the pendant of Zabimaru hanging loosely over the V shape on his t-shirt. He suddenly felt guilty for the present he had for Ichigo, for it was not as extravagant or well thought out as the one he had received, but he pushed his nerves to one side as he pulled out the small gift from his pocket.

He held a small flower between his index finger and thumb above their heads.

"Oh…" gasped Ichigo, unable to form a coherent sentence as he looked up at the mistletoe.

Renji closed the gap between them, pressing lips against lips in a tender and sweet kiss, electing a soft moan from Ichigo. He wrapped his arms around Ichigo's smaller frame and pulled him into a loose embrace, forgetting about the flower as it crumpled against Ichigo's back. He moaned into Ichigo's warm mouth and he felt tentative fingers grip to his jacket.

"Merry Christmas, Ichigo," Renji muttered against tempting soft lips, brushing his mouth once more over the plump lips in a fleeting kiss. Renji could feel, rather than see, Ichigo's smile against his mouth.

Ichigo chuckled. "How did you know about mistletoe?" he asked, and moved his hands down to lightly hold Renji's waist as he looked up into gorgeous, amber eyes.

"I take my assignments seriously, and I properly investigated what this Christmas thing was about," he answered.

"Well, I'm glad you took the time. I couldn't think of a better gift," beamed Ichigo, and tentatively placed another kiss to Renji's lips.

Thud.

Ichigo growled underneath his breath and spun around on the spot, to see his father face planting the ground and hurriedly standing back up.

"ICHI-GOOO, I AM OVERJOYED. THIS IS THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER." Isshin announced like an over excited school girl. He leaped towards his son, arms wide and once more landed on the floor when Ichigo side stepped him.

"Even if you are an idiot," retorted Ichigo, stepping over the lump on the floor that he called his father, "I couldn't agree with you more." He turned and smiled at Renji who grinned back.

So I need to be up in four hours, but I couldn't tear myself away from this fic. I'm sorry if there are errors, but I have been writing this until stupid o'clock in the morning. Comments are greatly appreciated. If I get a good enough response, I may be tempted two write a sequel set during New Year's Eve or Valentine's Day! Any suggestions are most welcome! XD

I Hate Everything About You, Chapter 3

2010-11-28T17:00:43Z

Just a short but sweet update, I have upped the rating to M for this chapter for a certain scene at the end. There will only be a few more chapters probably, as this story started out as a oneshot originally. Any ideas are welcome. Hope you enjoy!

Tags: All chapters

I Hate Everything About You

Chapter 3

"Urahara, hey," said Ichigo, stood in the doorway of the shopkeepers building. He switched from foot to foot, leaning his weight on one and then the other impatiently.

"You here to train, Ichigo?" Urahara looked up from beneath his hat. "Renji is just doing some chores, but head on down to the training area and we'll get him."

Ururu bowed her head upon entering the small shop. Her grip was extremely firm around Renji's arm as he toppled in behind her. Her eyes were hidden beneath her long, ebony bangs. "I brought Mr Moocher here," she announced quietly.

Renji shrugged off the small girls grip, embarrassed more than annoyed that he was dragged around the shop like a rag doll. He frowned when he heard Urahara's light chuckle.

"Thank you Ururu and I think that's enough chores for today, Renji. How about you train Ichigo now?"

"Yo, Moocher." Ichigo grinned. He approached the annoyed soul reaper and was not surprised to receive a glare.

"I suppose I could spare a few hours to train with you… Strawberry," whispered Renji against Ichigo's ear, words spilling from his lips seductively.

Renji's warm breath sent a hot chill down the Strawberries spine and he resisted the urge to moan. He could distinctively remember how those lips had felt upon his own, how they were rough yet soft, warm and wet and oh, so, enticingly, pleasurable. Ichigo swallowed, licked dry lips and forced his legs to walk towards the entrance of the training area, for if he stayed near Renji any longer, their present company would have been witnesses to the horny soul reaper pinning Renji to a wall and promptly ravaging him. Those thoughts left a permanent pink tint to the stubborn soul reapers cheeks.

"Hmm…" The shopkeeper looked between the red headed moocher and the departing substitute with curious eyes.

"Spit it out, Urahara if you got something to say," snapped Renji.

Urahara was hiding a rather obvious, broad smile, behind his fan. "Why, I don't know what you mean, Renji. Go… have fun training… With Ichigo." The ex-captains eyes glinted mischievously and knowingly. He could be heard laughing behind his fan as he left.

Already out of his body and in his soul reaper form, Ichigo waited with his sword loosely by his side. He flexed his muscles and rolled his shoulders back with a pleasant crack of his spine.

"You're a bit eager," Renji commented. His lips twisted into a smile as he approached, causing the younger male to sigh and unconsciously step closer.

Ichigo knew he was strong enough to destroy hollows; he had not doubt in his skills, after all, he was not one to be nervous during battles, nor did he appear frightened in front of the enemy. But with Renji stood agonisingly against himself - this alone managed to cause Ichigo's heart rate to double, his breath to quicken, and in his stomach he could feel what only could be described as butterflies, fluttering warmly in the pit of his gut.

Their lips were inches apart, teasingly close and almost brushing as Ichigo spoke. "I thought… we were training?" asked Ichigo, breathless, that came out in harsh, hot puffs, which was made warmer because of the proximity of the other soul reaper.

"And, what makes you think we are not going to train?" Renji retorted. Words became a mere whisper as he lowered his mouth to the shorter males, nipping playfully on a soft, plump lip with sharp teeth and soothing it promptly with his tongue.

Ichigo forgot the basics of how to breathe and it wasn't until Renji pulled away with a smirk on his face, did he exhale slowly. The grinning soul reaper transformed out of his gigai and knocked Ichigo onto the floor, promptly causing him to be winded and gasped for breath.

"Bastard," Ichigo snarled, grip firm around the end of his sword which he used to push himself up to a standing position. He swiftly drove the tip of Zangetsu forwards, slashing Renji's gi as it swiped past.

"Not bad... But you have to do better than that if you want to attack the enemy." Renji leaped backwards, putting space between himself and Ichigo. "Roar, Zabimaru," he said with a ferocious smirk twisting his lips.

He swung the lengthened sword at the other male and connected with Ichigo's zanpakutō. They swung their swords back and forth, neither connecting as they both skilfully blocked or dodged the imminent attacks.

Ichigo gritted his teeth after an hour of training, his muscles ached but the grip around his sword was just as firm.

He smirked when he noticed an opening in Renji's attack and succeeded in blocking it with a counter attack of his own. Ichigo hooked his foot behind the red heads ankle, until Renji lost his balance and tumbled to the ground. The back of his head connected with the sand with an agonising thud.

"Oh shit! Renji," gasped Ichigo. He dropped his zanpakutō to kneel above the fallen warrior, legs either side of Renji's hips, whose eyes were closed firmly. Ichigo was too worried to notice the faint smile playing on Renji's lips, or that said persons hands had moved to grip Ichigo's waist tightly.

"You'll pay for that little stunt," Renji growled against Ichigo's neck. He bit down on the soft skin lightly, and enjoyed the soft moaning noises that came from the boy atop himself. He thrust his hips upward and rocked against Ichigo's lower half, a sudden spark of desire and lust consumed his whole being whilst he nipped and sucked the length of Ichigo's neck.

"F-fuck," moaned Ichigo, lips parted as he gasped and moaned. He bucked on top the firm body, meeting every upward thrust by pushing down, rubbing his hardened member to Renji's growing erection.

He groaned and turned his head to the side and nudged Renji's cheek with his chin, wanting access to the teasing lips which had driven him slowly insane. Ichigo's lips curled into a satisfied smile and then those same soft lips crushed against Renji's, who responded instantly. Tongue met tongue in a battle for dominance, hands brushed and searched underneath bothersome clothing, sending sparks of lust to pool in their groins. Renji groaned into his partner's mouth, his movements became needier, and he gripped tighter, bucked faster, harder, until neither could take the friction from the fabric that separated them any longer.

Renji stopped moving, and shifted up to look into lust filled chocolate eyes. He was hesitant. "We need to stop, Ichigo," he panted, although his actions denied his words as his fingers began to move up to play with the loose strands of hair at the nape of Ichigo's neck.

"Yeah." Ichigo moaned. His lips brushed Renji's cheek. The simple contact made him tremble with need and he flicked his hot tongue against Renji's earlobe. "Someone could walk in on us," he muttered as he nibbled on the lobe and teased it with a flick of his tongue.

Renji moaned in agreement. "So… we shall just… stop, then." He arched his back wanting more of those sinful caresses, and urged Ichigo to move his mouth lower until lips sucked on Renji's pulse point where shoulder met neck.

"Ahuh," groaned Ichigo, slowly kissing down Renji's neck, as Ichigo's fingers worked on loosening his gi to expose more skin. He lowered his lips to the hollow point in the base of Renji's throat, flicking his tongue out and twirling it in a downwards spiral until it met a hard nipple. He played with the bud in his mouth, his wet tongue swirling around it and Ichigo's erection grew more unbearable from the moaning sounds coming from Renji's mouth every time his tongue flicked over the sensitive nipple.

A firm hand grabbed Renji's wrist and pushed it in between their bodies, silently asking for some sort of release as he continued to abuse the nipple with his hot tongue. Ichigo groaned when the older Soul Reapers fingers brushed his cock, that twitched in anticipation and probed his hand expectantly.

At the same time, they heard the creaking sound of a door being opened, and they stilled, flushed, breath heavy and waited. Their eyes stared into each other's, alarmed, like a deer caught in headlights.

A familiar voice broke the silence. "I know you two are busy training, but Tessai has made lunch and if you want seconds moocher, you will have to be up here soon."

Renji growled at his usual nickname from the infuriating shopkeeper and gripped Ichigo tighter at the sound of the door being closed.

They were alone. Silence.

"Urgh," Ichigo grumbled, and pressed the palm of his hand down chapped lips. "That man is great at ruining the mood."

Renji's stomach bubbled and growled. "Or that is," Ichigo continued, with a disapproving look.

Renji shrugged and promptly pushed Ichigo off his lap, who landed with an undignified squeak.

"I hate you, idiot," Ichigo frowned and stood up, trying to readjust his aching member to hide it well enough behind his outfit.

"Hmm, why don't you show me how much you hate me, later on?" Renji whispered seductively. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Ichigo's, who could feel, rather than see, the wolfish grin as he traced it with his tongue. The kiss was soft and gentle, almost apologetic. It didn't last long, but Ichigo's lips still tingled pleasantly, bruised and wet.

"Oh don't worry, I shall," murmured Ichigo, his eyes had a devious glint to the chocolate orbs. He smirked and thought, 'But I have a better idea.'

Oooh, what does Ichi have in store for Renji? Will they ever get to finish their make out sessions? Does Urahara know about them? Comment, and you may find out! Mwahaha! XD

[fan art] Renji, Bleach

2010-11-25T19:02:55Z

Fandom: Bleach, Renji

Your Fractured Life, Chapter 4

2010-11-24T10:44:36Z

I realise I have only just updated, but I figured I may as well get them out as soon as I write them, for it is unusual for me to write this much anyway. This chapter starts off quite depressing like the rest, but I hope you enjoy the end as it gets a bit more light hearted *winks* Thanks to those of you who are watching this story. Also, warning: this chapter is why the story is rated M… XD

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Your Fractured Life

Through The Glass [Chapter 4]

Day 2:

Renji grits his teeth as the harsh night air caresses his bare arms, wind whipping cruelly at his skin. He does not let the cold stop him from his mission, and as he slashes down the third hollow of that night, he is able to forget the boy lying ill in bed, forgetting that Ichigo is about to die.

Once the dust settles on the ground and he has sheathed his zanpakutō, he is left to his thoughts once more. Even though he tries to spare his mind the guilt of thinking about Ichigo and his looming illness, he can not.

For Renji believes he is guilty of one thing. That he is powerless.

He has the raw physical strength to destroy hollows – but, to save one person's life, that is his weakness.

Without breaking a sweat, Renji could easily slay a thousand hollows, heck give him a million hollows and an army of Menos Grande, if only it would cure Ichigo.

Pressing the palm of his hand to his forehead, he adopts a frown and snarls under his breath, "damn it, this is useless."

He wants to punch a wall, to scream and to shout, and so he does, drawing out his own blood as he pounds fists against a brick wall. The pain in his hands subsides the ache of his heart for a short while.

Renji presses his forehead against the flat surface, arms dropping to his sides as it begins to rain. Blood trickles off his aching hands, pooling in a puddle on the ground. His head begins to pound ruthlessly, but he takes the pain, preferring it rather than thinking about Ichigo.

Renji laughs bitterly. He is unsure if it is the rain droplets that are leaving wet streaks down his cheeks, or if he is crying.

Day 3:

Perched on a tower in the soul society, lost in thoughts, a lone figure sighs. A gentle breeze cools damp skin, sending a chill down the body of the soul reaper. Observing the boundaries that surround the Seretei, watching innocent souls talk and laugh and work, the lonely soul reaper cries.

"Ichigo…"

Rukia wipes at her eyes briskly, grimacing as more tears pour down her face.

A soul reaper must not be weak like this. If only I was stronger, Rukia scolds and thinks to herself, I could have got there before Ichigo, and defeated that damn Hollow. She screws her fists up tightly, knuckles going white as she leaps from the tall building.

She had been in the Soul Society for two days now, but she was not any closer to understanding Ichigo's illness, nor was she able to find any clues as to how to cure him.

Her last hope was to speak to the 12th Division Captain Kurotsuchi, and hope he is willing to share any information he has stored in the database. But the likelihood of him wanting to help Ichigo was slim to none, and if that was the case, she would have to get that information by another means. Even if that meant breaking in to the 'Research and Development Facility' and risking punishment.

She would much prefer to endanger her own life than allow Ichigo's to waste away.

Renji is awoken to light shining in his eyes, blinding him, but it is nothing compared to the noise of people struggling and the sound of arguments coming from outside his door. He sighs when he recognises whom the voices belongs to. Leaving his small bedroom in only his boxers and shrugging on a white t-shirt, Renji comes face to face with a livid Ichigo and a flustered looking shopkeeper, who is in the throes of trying to force the stubborn substitute soul reaper back into bed.

"Ichigo, the best thing you can do is rest right now!"

"I have done nothing but sleep. I feel fine!"

"I will not allow you to train. The stress it will cause on your body could be harmful!" Urahara argues, gripping Ichigo by the shoulders as he attempts to push him through the door back into his bedroom.

"I'll keep an eye on him," Renji says. "Ichigo seems to be all right at the moment. I'm sure he could cope with a little bit of training."

"I hate it when people talk about me like I'm not here." Ichigo turns a glare at Renji. "And, that seems to happen a lot recently," he mumbles.

Renji grins back at the frowning boy and slaps Urahara on the back. "Come on, give him a break. If this is what Ichigo wants, I'm sure he can make up his own mind."

Urahara allows his grip to loosen, dropping his hands, defeated. "Use the training room downstairs, I'm not going to risk you running into any hollows outside." He demands, and leaves before either soul reaper can argue.

"Renji…" Ichigo begins, the corners of his lips twisting into a small smile, rather than his prominent frown. "Thanks. But really, you don't need to worry, I do feel fine… At least… for now I do."

Renji's looks down at his bare feet, sighing. "That's good to hear, Ichigo… Well, are we going downstairs to train then?"

A light pink colour creeps over Ichigo's otherwise pale cheeks. "Urm… yeah. But, aren't you going to get changed first?" Ichigo's eyes roam down a tight fitting t-shirt, over boxers and down firm legs, lingering, perhaps, a bit too long, before he averts his attention elsewhere.

Renji notices Ichigo's reaction and resists the temptation of goading the boy. Instead he laughs it off whilst walking back into his room to throw on his gi.

Training only lasts for 20 minutes before Ichigo is feeling distressed and out of breath, but he tries to ignore the pain in his limbs, which is mostly due to the poison in his system rather than the strain of fighting.

Ichigo thrusts his sword at Renji, gripping at the hilt of his zanpakutō tightly, struggling to keep his grip firm. He wants to prove to the other Soul Reaper -but more than that, he needs to prove to himself that he is well enough to fight. If he can at least feel somewhat like his old self, where fighting and taking down hollows was only second nature, perhaps he could force his body to get better.

"Not bad, Ichigo," taunts Renji, smirking. Lunging at Ichigo and knocking Zangetsu from his hands. He grabs Ichigo's fingers firmly, interlocking them as he thrusts the defiant boy to the ground, landing gently atop him. "But you really shouldn't let your guard down."

Ichigo is reminded of their kiss from the previous night. Renji's lips are enticingly close to his own, their breath warm against his cold skin and heating his cheeks into a permanent flush. Ichigo sighs, steadying his breathing. He wants to blame his rapidly beating heart rate on his illness, but he discerns it is due to Renji being agonisingly close.

"Damn… Renji," Ichigo mutters, out of breath.

Alarmed, Renji apologises profusely. "I'm sorry, that was stupid of me. I shouldn't have done that," he begins, but is stopped when moist lips are roughly pressed against his own, shutting him up with a forceful kiss.

"Ichigo?" Renji asks questioningly, pulling away.

Ichigo's only reply is to smile and switches their positions, so he is pinning Renji to the ground. His smile widens into an accomplished smirk.

"You're not going to break me, Renji. I thought I told you already – I'm fine," he says.

Neither one has the words to express what they are thinking, nor perhaps are words even needed, for what better way than sweet, stolen, kisses, to say… I need you.

Renji is the first to move, wrapping strong arms around Ichigo's neck in a tight embrace and pulling their mouths together. Both sigh into the heated kiss, tongues and lips slipping and sliding as they battle for dominance, sparring in a new, more pleasurable, kind of way. Their hands roam and search up and down arms, around the sides of firm chests, electing sweet moans out of their mouths.

Impulsively, Ichigo grinds down against Renji's firm body, causing friction against their groins. He is pleasantly surprised when he feels fingers sneak down his chest that rub against his growing hard-on. He groans softly against Renji's mouth. Their kiss is fiercer, full of want and need and lust. Neither one wants to relinquish their control and so they battle, in a sensual sweep of their tongues, pleasantly moaning into each other's mouths.

Ichigo's head begins to spin out of control, abruptly feeling woozy and light headed. Ichigo grunts, not wanting to lose the heat and contact of Renji's body, but his displeasure is soon gone when it is replaced with agonising pain shooting down his chest, hitting the pit of his stomach. He kneels above Renji, still straddling him as waves of nausea overcome him.

Realising what is happening; Renji sits up, folding Ichigo against his chest in a loose hug. Ichigo tries to break away, as if some part of him does not want to depend on anyone else, but Renji does not let go, nor does he want to. He feels Ichigo's tears falling onto his shoulder, making his gi damp, but that is the least of his concerns. Ichigo's body shudders violently from the pain, and Renji holds him through it all, until the tremors stop and Ichigo no longer wheezes from the agony.

Silence.

Concerned, Renji whispers, "Ichigo?"

Renji can hear his own heart ringing in his ears, persistent, and loud, full of worry. He is thankful for when he feels Ichigo's pulse, beating gently against his own chest.

He knows this is only the beginning of something much worse.

Gripping Ichigo tightly in his arms, Renji lifts him effortlessly, holding Ichigo against his chest, carrying the unconscious boy back into Urahara's shop, to be placed in bed. After removing Ichigo's damp clothing, he wraps him up in covers and leans back in a chair to observe him, ensuring that Ichigo does not get affected by another, unannounced, attack.

Tentatively, Renji strokes his fingers through the orange mop of hair. Ichigo's outbreak had frightened Renji, for it was unexpected and made him realise just how serious this situation really was. He frowns and decides to tell Urahara of what happened in the morning.

Consumed by sleep, Renji allows himself to drift off, his hand staying clutched against Ichigo's scalp affectionately.

Ichigo awakens, disorientated, the darkness around him is overwhelming until he recognises where he is and presumes Renji must have brought him back to his bedroom. He feels something warm against the side of his face, and reaching out for it he sighs lightly when his fingers come into contact with Renji's hand.

Desolately, he smiles, tracing Renji's fingers with his own. However, his grin disappears when he brushes over rough cuts along the knuckles of the Soul Reapers hand.

He turns over onto his side, squinting to make out the form of Renji. In the darkness, he is able to see that Renji is in a deep sleep, although obviously very uncomfortable in the small wooden chair, his long legs stretched out before him, head tilting to one side as he breathes gently.

"Fool," whispers Ichigo tenderly.

Exhausted eyes close wearily, and Ichigo falls back into an uneasy sleep.

Your Fractured Life, Chapter 3

2010-11-23T08:07:48Z

A/N: I found this the hardest chapter to write so far, but it is also my favourite. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing. Also again, thank you to everyone who is watching this story, don't forget to leave me a comment :)

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Your Fractured Life

Race Against Myself – [Chapter 3]

Day 2:

Ichigo is not surprised, that when he awakens the next morning, Urahara is hovering above him with that tall guy he never bothered to learn the name of. Ichigo supposes he should, since it was tall guy who helped Orihime heal him after all.

"Good morning, Ichigo. If you are wondering where Rukia is, she has gone to the soul Society," Urahara says.

Ichigo sits up, although it pains him and since awakening, it is the first time he noticed the lack of Rukia's spirit energy.

"She would have said goodbye to you, but, a situation arose which called for her immediate return to investigate."

"And by situation… you mean me, right?" Ichigo asks, frowning.

Urahara smiles sadly, and when Ichigo thinks about it, it is the first time he has seen the ex-soul reaper show any sign of unhappiness.

"That would be correct, Ichigo. You see, we ran some tests on you whilst you were unconscious. To be honest, we are all very surprised that Orihime's healing powers or our own medical treatment did not work on you and…" Urahara stops, glancing down at his wooden sandals.

"It's fatal, right." Ichigo says, rather than questioning. His voice does not falter although his heart is beating loudly in his ears. He swallows past the heavy lump in his throat as Urahara's eyes meet his own.

"I'm afraid… you may only have another week to live."

Ichigo nods, the persistent ringing in his ears getting louder and louder. He grips the side of his head, willing the pain to go away.

"Okay," he mutters, before rolling over onto his side, burying his head into the pillow to numb the pain in his aching head.

Urahara does not look away from the broken boy. His frown deepens, eyes creasing, and he takes of his hat off as he kneels beside Ichigo. "I truly am sorry, Ichigo," he says quietly, unsure if he should reach out a hand to touch him or not. "We are working on a cure, but the time we have to create one is…limited." He stops, and stands up, placing his hat back atop his head. "Rukia is searching for a cure to. We won't give up on you, Ichigo."

"Thanks." Ichigo says, the pain slowly ebbing away. Instead he feels numb, as if he is not in his own body.

He wishes that was true.

"This can't be real," he murmurs, so quietly no one else in the room hears, nor do they see how Ichigo's eyes are wet around the edge. He does not cry, nor does he feel angry or sad. He is empty.

Ichigo stares dejectedly, fixated on the dark ceiling of the empty room. He is alone, at least no one else has entered the room since he was told he may die, and he is thankful, for when his friends are around, he is bitterly reminded how weak he has become. He does not want to see them, knowing it will hurt too much, and he will always be wondering if this will be the last time he can.

Ichigo turns, lying on his front, the palms of his hands falling uselessly over the edges of the small bed.

'Because I am weak, Rukia and Renji were put in danger. And they are all going to continually be in danger now, because I can't even look after myself. I have fallen so far and I know there is so much more I could give, and, yet I… I am going to… die.

But, all I feel now… is guilt.'

Ichigo swallows around the tightness building in his throat. He wants to cry, to scream, to shout and fight. Troublesome thoughts infect his mind. He tries to sleep, to numb the pain, but he is unable to do so and instead he waits. The darkness consumes him when he closes his eyes. Ichigo wonders if this is what it will be like, if he will just blink and never open his eyes again.

He hears a click and he is suddenly aware of the room being surrounded by a bright light.

"Urahara told me…" A pause, and then, a quiet voice continues, "I'm so sorry, Ichigo."

Ichigo does not turn over to face the person belonging to the voice. He feels a warm hand gripping his bare arm, rough and soft, tender yet strong. His skin immediately warms, tingling under the surface of his cold body, gentle fingers caressing him.

"Renji," sighs Ichigo. He rolls onto his back, not wanting to see the sympathetic look of the Soul Reaper beside him. Ichigo's eyes are set into a deep frown. "Do you think sorry will make me be all right, that it will turn back time and stop me from dying?"

There is an awkward pause with only Ichigo's heavy, wheezing, pants, filling the silence.

Ichigo lifts his eyes to meet those belonging to Renji, eyes which are deep and overwhelming. It is not sympathy that he sees in amber eyes, but a shimmer of hope. Without responding, Renji leans in closer. Ichigo is unsure if it is the illness which is causing him to be lightheaded, or, if it is the way Renji's hot breath is tickling his dry mouth.

"Renji?" Ichigo tries to murmur the name out of confusion, but the sound is lost when lips are pressed against lips, demanding, yet soft and gentle. The kiss is awkward, with both soul reapers unmoving, frozen and unsure, but they are aware of how their breath quickens and how their hearts are racing out of control. Renji's mouth feels enticingly warm and wet against his own, and for one bitter sweet moment, Ichigo is able to get lost in the sensation of utter warmth and desire.

Ichigo pulls his mouth away abruptly, and turning angry eyes towards Renji, his hands fisting into a tight ball, he tries to gain back whatever little pride he had left.

"Did you do that because you are sorry for me?" Ichigo spits furiously and ashamed.

"You are a fool, Ichigo." Renji whispers.

Firmly, Renji presses his lips back against Ichigo's. This kiss is more forceful than the last, and when Ichigo feels a hot tongue run along the length of his bottom lip, he sighs, allowing entrance. Their lips move and tongues search.

Ichigo does not want to pull away this time, because in this moment, he is able to forget everything. He feels lost, but for once he doesn't mind, for he is lost in Renji's kiss, in his warmth, in his arms, and it takes the pain away, if only for a little while.

Your Fractured Life, Chapter 2

2010-11-20T20:27:09Z

I apologise for the shortness of this chapter, the plot doesn't really move forward that much, however, I really wanted to write these two scenes. I have the next part mostly written up, so updates should be fairly fast.

Also, thank you to everyone who is watching this story, it really means the world to me. I would love to know what you think or if you have any questions… And, if you review it could motivate me to include Renji/Ichigo in the next chapter XD

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Your Fractured Life

Come Whatever May – [Chapter 2]

Day 1:

"Ichigo is back in his body now, so why does he appear to be just as ill? Why didn't Renji or I get affected by the hollow?"

"He looks terrible, oh Ichigo."

"All we can do is just wait and see if he recovers. Thank you, Orihime. You have done all you can do for Ichigo right now."

Ichigo stirs awake, eyes slowly blinking open. His vision is blurred as if he is staring through a piece of dirty glass. He wonders why he is lying down, briefly disorientated and he is unable to see which only adds to his frustration. Immediately, he remembers, and the unbearable pain comes back, irritating at his sore skin.

He is able to ignore his discomfort for now. Ichigo blinks, unable to make out the faces that belong to the voices, but he presumes that he must be in Urahara's shop.

"It's rude to be talking about me when I'm right here," grumbles Ichigo, voice unsteady. He coughs, throat raw and nauseatingly itchy.

Disregarding the growing ache that is spreading through his body, Ichigo notes that he is in more pain now, compared to all prior battles he has been injured in. But he does not admit to this, nor does he want to think about what it could mean.

Ichigo uses all of his strength just to sit upright and focuses on trying to clear his vision, blinking away the fog that is clouding his sight.

"Take it easy Ichigo," he hears Urahara say. "Orihime has healed all of your wounds, but you are sick. We're not sure what the hollow did to you. We assume it will heal over time."

Ichigo feels worse now that he is back in his body, his limbs are achingly sore, his head is spinning uncontrollably and he has a horrible taste in the back of his throat that he can't quite place. "I am fine," he lies.

Urahara sighs and Ichigo knows he is not fooling anybody, let alone himself.

"Orihime, thanks for healing me," says Ichigo. Orihime timidly nods in acknowledgment.

"You to Rukia, Urahara," Ichigo continues. Blinking a few more times he is now able to see who is in the room. "Where's Renji?"

Lifting the tip of his hat, Urahara replies, "Renji is in the other room. Orihime has just finished healing his wounds." He pauses and adds, "He will be fine, nothing to worry about I'm sure."

Ichigo frowns, looking down at his fingers which are paler than his normal complexion. Renji protected me and got cut up pretty badly… Because I'm weak, he bitterly thinks, squeezing his fists into a tight ball out of frustration.

"It wasn't your fault, Ichigo," Rukia places a comforting hand onto Ichigo's shoulder. Warm fingers curl around his aching arm, the pad of her thumb brushing the hot skin tenderly.

"I think the best thing for Ichigo is to rest," Urahara says to Rukia and Orihime.

"And I thought I said stop talking about me as if I'm not here," Ichigo retorts, a deep frown set into place.

He feels tender lips press against his cheek; it feels cold in comparison to his overheated face and he appreciates the feeling for a short while. Ichigo is surprised and overwhelmed at the show of affection from Rukia, and it troubles him that Rukia smiles sadly when she leaves.

Alone, Ichigo is left to think. This is the last thing he wants to do when he is unable to sleep or rest, because worrying, he knows, will not get him anywhere.

Despite the discomfort that rushes through his body, he does not worry about the pain. Instead he wonders why he could not be stronger, why he allowed himself to get defeated, and why…why, did Renji save him?

"Renji," Ichigo murmurs, his voice tearing from his throat as he begins to cough coarsely.

Ichigo is not too surprised to see Renji standing in the doorway. He always did have bad timing. The stubborn, pale soul reaper did not want to show any sign of weakness right now, especially around Renji. Ichigo is unsure if this is due to their friendly rivalry, or, perhaps, if it is because of something else entirely.

"How you holding up, Ichigo?" asks Renji, coming to sit cross legged next to where Ichigo is resting. Renji stares curiously, leaning in closer than is probably necessary. Ichigo is used to Renji's odd behaviour and ignores the intense stare he receives.

Laughing dejectedly, Ichigo says, "I could ask you the same thing."

"You know me, I'll be fine," when Renji says this, Ichigo knows that he is not lying. But when Ichigo says he is going to be fine, it is obvious that he won't be, and he guesses it is the pained expression that creases his frowning eyebrows, or the way he coughs uncontrollably, that gives him away. Or perhaps it is because he was never that good at lying.

This close, Ichigo can clearly see the scar that has not healed properly down Renji's arm. Tentatively, he brings one shaky hand up to trace the scar that mars the otherwise perfect skin. Ichigo is unaware of Renji's reaction or the sigh that slips past his lips. His fingers continue its exploration downwards, past the scar and outlining the jagged zigzag tattoos with nimble caresses.

"Why did you do that?" Ichigo asks, lifting his eyes to meet the deep stare from Renji.

"Do what, exactly?" Renji scratches the back of his head.

Ichigo's hands drop into his lap. His prominent frown is back in place, as if he had not shown any sign of affection.

"I want to know… why you saved me back there."

"Oh," Renji murmurs, surprise lifting the corners of his eyes. He smiles, a large wolfish grin, white teeth bared and continues to say, "Well, I'm sure you would have done the same for me, right, Ichigo?"

He nods, unable to speak because he is shaking again and he can feel the cough that is creeping up from his lungs, forcing its way out of his lips. His body is overwhelmed by sudden, uncontrollable, shudders. Shamed, Ichigo covers his mouth, not wanting Renji to see him vulnerable. He trembles, his body seizing and then relaxing, his coughing progressively rougher.

Ichigo has no control over his own actions and the tears that are streaming down his face make him feel pathetic, powerless, and very, very human. He bitterly thinks how he never had to worry about illnesses before, as he was Ichigo Kurosaki, a Soul Reaper, he was powerful enough to defeat the toughest of enemies. He had to be strong, for if he wasn't, he had nothing else.

Strong arms wrap around Ichigo's shoulders, pulling him into a firm, warm chest. And now, Ichigo really is powerless. He lets Renji hold him, despite his pride aching more than the persistent coughing that wracks his body terribly. He is too tired to argue. The comforting warmth of Renji's body and his powerful spirit energy soothes him into a state of unconsciousness. Ichigo's body relaxes into the embrace and he allows himself to fall asleep.

Your Fractured Life, Chapter 1

2010-11-18T12:15:51Z

Your Fractured Life

Summary: Poisoned by a hollow, Ichigo may not have long to live. It is up to Renji and Rukia to find a cure, but is it too late for the Substitute Soul Reaper? Renji/Ichigo, Rated R.

[chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4]

A/N: I hope the way I have laid this out is not confusing - it is broken up into different days, but for the most part the days will run in sequence. This chapter will probably be the only one which is out of sequence. I got the entire story planned out, which is unusual for me because I tend to write whatever, and then think about the plot later. This story is going to be yaoi, Renji/Ichigo, and there will be lemons, so if you no-likey, no –readey, k? Also, for warnings, I will put them in for each chapter, but for this one there aren't really any warnings I need to mention. Anyway, enough of my ramble, enjoy XD

Hesitate (chapter 1)

Day 9:

Of all the ways Ichigo Kurosaki had imagined his defeat, it did not occur to him that it would be an illness to bring him down. Ichigo always wanted to fight with honour and to die fighting. There is no honour in dying from a poison that is slowly smothering him, attacking his body from the inside out.

He feels useless and pathetic. But most of all he has failed. He failed those he loved; he has failed his family and friends. How is he supposed to protect others when he can't even look after himself?

Ignoring the dull ache that is taking over his body, Ichigo turns onto his side with a stubborn determination and glances at Renji. He knows this could be the last time he sees him. His heart twists in pain, his chest aching more than the poison which is spreading through his blood.

Ichigo regrets many things. He regrets not being stronger, for being stubborn and foolish, for running into battles without thinking. But not admitting how he feels about Renji sooner? This is what pains him most - this is what he regrets.

Ichigo is calmed when he feels fingers brushing his cheek. Gentle lips soothe across his forehead.

"Renji," Ichigo sighs.

"Relax, Ichigo." Renji wraps strong arms around Ichigo's frail body, holding tight to stop the trembling that is wracking Ichigo's body from fever. Tenderly, lovingly, Renji places kisses down the side of Ichigo's neck, down to the protruding shoulder where Renji rests his head. He watches Ichigo's chest rise and fall into a slow rhythm, a bitter reminder that those breaths could be his last.

"Thank you, Renji," murmurs Ichigo.

Renji's reply is filled with doubt and pain. "For what?"

Ichigo buries his head against Renji's chest, allowing himself to be comforted by his lovers embrace, and for a moment, for just one, sweet, painful moment, he can pretend he is not about to die.

Day 1:

"Ichigo… hey, Ichigo."

Ichigo turns around, not because of his name being whispered from behind him, but because he really, really wanted those thin fingers to stop prodding his ribs. When he turns in his seat, Ichigo is confronted with Ishida looking more serious than his usual intense self. Ichigo frowns in question.

"I can sense there is a hollow near here," the Quincy mutters under his breath.

Silent, Ichigo nods and excuses himself from the class room, Ishida, Chad and Orihimewatching his movements carefully.

"Oh Ichigo," Orihimewhispers.

Discarding his body carefully behind a hedge, hopefully hidden well enough so no one would come across his lifeless body, Ichigo flees the school.

His skin tingles with adrenaline in anticipation of the battle ahead. He sprints and leaps from building to building, along rooftops and small buildings, the wind washing over his body and cooling his heated skin. He is able to sense the hollow now that he is closer.

"There you are." The corners of Ichigo's lips curl into a smile. He is eager to fight. It had been too long since his last battle with a hollow.

Gripping his zanpakutō at the hilt, Ichigo rushes at the hollow, slashing, slicing and thrusting his sword with fluent movements, which, to the naked eye, would be extremely hard to follow. The hollow counterattacks, its spiked arm lunging to grab Ichigo.

"That the best you got?" Ichigo gasps, the wind knocked out of him from the punch. The stubborn soul reaper shows no pain as he attacks once more, slashing once, twice, three times, against the hollows arm. Ichigo grits his teeth, frustration taking over. "Damn you!"

Ichigo jumps back when he realises the hollow is taking no damage from his relentless attacks. He tries to think of another plan, but none comes to mind and he is forced to evade the hollow rather than attacking. He ignores the dull ache that is beginning to creep up his body.

Swiftly, Ichigo drives his sword deep into the hollows chest just above the hole in the centre of its body. Ichigo grins widely as he raises the sword, slicing upwards, but before his blade is able to reach the hollows mask, he is thrown off, falling to the ground.

Laughter, terrible, overwhelming laughter fills the air, suffocating him. Ichigo pushes himself off the ground on shaky legs and continues to ignore the ebbing pain in his body.

"What's so funny, freak? You think I'm done?" Ichigo snarls, raising his zanpakutō in front of himself, the tip of his blade pointing at the hollows head. The hollow is still laughing; a deep, ferocious laugh that sends chills down Ichigo's spine.

"You won't be laughing when I'm finished with you!"

The sound of the hollow's roaring laughter stops. A kido blast connects with the creature's chest, sending it hurling into a building.

"Ichigo!"

"Rukia," Ichigo says, as his friend leaps from a building to stand next to him.

"Hello to you to," Renji snarls, although with a smile playing on his lips. "Having trouble with that hollow?"

Ichigo rolls his shoulders, stretching out his muscles. Frowning, he says, "I'm just warming up," as he lunges and swings at the hollow, not letting up his own fierce attacks.

A blast of spirit energy flies over Ichigo's shoulder, connecting with the hollows chest. Rukia, Ichigo thinks, thanking her for diverting the hollows attention and allowing him to attack in its moment of distraction.

The hollow continues to laugh. It laughs even as Ichigo plunges his sword deep into its towering body. The sound is chilling and piercing, and it seems to only get louder as the monster fights, slicing away with its sharp, spiky arms towards Ichigo.

Ichigo is grabbed once more and hurled to the floor. In an instance he is powerless. He feels weak, his heart and head is throbbing, and he struggles to keep his eyes open. When Ichigo stands, his body trembles, his stomach lurching. He is a sickly yellow colour, eyes dull and lifeless. He can't grip onto his zanpakutō any longer and it drops to the ground with a heavy thud of metal hitting mud.

"What…" Ichigo manages to stutter before throwing up, his eyes watering with each convulsion.

"What have you done to Ichigo?" He hears Rukia yell over the pounding in his head.

"Watch out!" Renji's voice sounds distant to Ichigo, even though Renji is now stood in front of him, zanpakutō raised against the hollow. "Ichigo!" Renji shouts, glancing from the shivering form lying on the floor, over to the hollow. "You…you will pay for what you've done to him," snarls Renji, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword.

The hollow's reply causes Renji to flinch, the sound of its terrifying laughter rough with hatred.

"You monster," Rukia is screaming at the hollow, "Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man!" Rukia chants, frowning in concentration. "Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws. Hadō, 33!"

The explosion sends debris and dust around the hollow, covering it in a cloudy shroud. The sound of laughter disappears, and for one fleeting moment Rukia thinks she has defeated it, but there it is, a ferocious grin stretching its lips over pointed fangs. The hollow, arms stretched out, dives at Ichigo once more.

"Ichigo!" Renji takes the impact, his arm being cut from shoulder to his wrist which splits open painfully. He ignores the pain and snarls at the hollow, blood rolling down his ribs and his left arm as he struggles with the hollow, holding him away with the edge of his sword.

The hollow is laughing again and it moves suddenly, using a technique similar to that of the flash step. Then, quicker than either of the soul reapers can follow, it is gone.

"Renji, no! Forget about the hollow," Rukia demands. Renji halts, anger twisting his lips into a scowl. "Ichigo," Rukia's voice is soft, but filled with concern. Ichigo has stopped shaking now.

"Ahh," Ichigo wheezes. He drags his palm from his forehead down to his mouth, sighing. "Thanks, Rukia. Renji. I'm fine." As he says this his head pounds harder and he knows standing would likely make him throw up. But he hates the feeling of being so powerless and shrugs off Rukia's gentle hands that tries to help him stand.

"See guys," Ichigo says his voice raspy and sore, standing on unsteady feet. "I told you I was fine." He is unsure if he is trying to tell Rukia and Renji that, or himself.

Ichigo's body is wracked with tremors, uncontrollably so, his vision blurred and he can barely make out the two soul reapers before him. He brings his hand to cover the shuddering cough that wracks his body and as he pulls his hand away he realises it is covered in blood. That is the last thing Ichigo sees before he falls to the ground, unconscious.

Ichigo doesn't hear the sudden cry of Renji and Rukia shouting his name, or the gentle but firm hands stopping his fall as Renji holds the lifeless form to his chest.

I'm going to be evil and end the chapter here. Comments are much loved, and feel free to point out any mistakes, (I know there will be some, and I apologise) as this is un-betad at the moment. :)

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Renji/Ichigo, 3 fanarts "Tastes Like Strawberries"

2010-11-15T11:39:17Z

Title: Tastes Like Strawberries
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo,
Rating: PG - 13, there be boy kissing, and also general silliness.
A/N: Three fanart pieces that I drew to go in "sequence" of one another. Very image heavy. I originally drew this to go with my fic, but you don't need to read it to enjoy the fanart :D

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Edit: Okay, so ALL my images are now coming up with that sign. GRRR. I'm going to have to pay out for a pro account, but in the meantime i've uploaded them to imageshack. Now I'm going off to cry . . . :(

Original sketch: (I will have a better version of this up as soon as I get a scanner.)

As you can tell, I drew all of these in different styles, the first and last one are just silly doodles. I had soo much fun drawing 'em, especially their reaction shots in the last one. Also, I feel sorry for my boyfriend as I kept on shoving the drawings in front of him asking him what he thinks - he just grumbled, and looked scared, perhaps cos I made his favourite characters kiss, lol!!

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2010-11-15T11:23:46Z

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Undisclosed Desires, Chapter 1.

2010-11-14T16:25:02Z

Author: Co-written between mizzybox and cantcutccc

Title: Undisclosed Desires

Rating: M (to be safe).

Pairing: L/Light

Summary: Light is being watched and decides to distract L the best way he knows how. WIP, Yaoi, Self Touching. L/Light.

Disclaimer: We don’t own DeathNote or the characters.

A/N: What started off as a laugh between two friends, turned into this story. It is currently a work in progress. It's a bit on the short side right now, but more chapters will be posted soon. Enjoy!!

Chapter 1

Sugar deprived, L paced back and forth in the police headquarters, biting at his thumb nail as he avoided thinking about the sweet tasting, sugar coated, mouth-watering sweets that were being delivered later that night. His back was hunched over; the loose fitting top he was wearing seemed overly large on his slender figure.

The detective’s eyes lazily scanned the monitors before him, the five of them showing different angles of Light’s bedroom, which, he noted, was remarkably tidy for a college student. “Hmm, Light, it is 17% now,” A room so tidy was clearly indicative of a person with something to hide, he mused.

The scruffy L watched the younger man walk about his bedroom, place his folded clothes neatly on his computer chair before climbing into bed, switching the light off and enveloping the room in total darkness.

The other detectives had gone home by now- there was no real need for the five of them to watch the sleeping teenager.

Reaching for his coffee, L dropped five sugar cubes one at a time into the steaming hot cup stirring it exactly four times anti-clockwise. Extremely methodical by nature, he followed the recipe for the same sweet outcome, or at least he could, without even taking a sip of his drink, know it would be the right amount of sweetness for the bitterness of the coffee.

“If only you were that easy to determine, Kira.”

Movement! L observed as the covers came down over the other’s lithe body; covering only Light’s left hand. A couple of seconds later and Light was holding a dirty magazine from under the bed. Little did L know that it contained a page of the DeathNote, and a small pencil for him to write with.

‘With this I will be able to distract L’s attention, and get some names in before bed,’ Light smirked silently, he hoped his smile would be perceived as more about what he was about to do than what he was thinking about.

Ryuk sat at the edge of the bed, “I hope you’re not doing what I think you’re doing.” Light rummaged around in his briefs, careful not to expose himself to the unwilling hentai detective. He knew he would be unable to pretend to be enjoying himself, with his legs up and the magazine leaning against them he simultaneously touched himself whilst writing in on the DeathNote.

Wide, unblinking eyes watched the screens curiously, pressing a fingertip to his chapped lips to nibble on. Despite the current awkward position, L knew he would not be able to look away. “Very clever, Kira,” he mumbled to no one but himself, his once pale complexion tinting a slight pink as he looked on.

His eyes darted from the magazine to Light, back to the magazine, trying not to linger too long on the moving hand, cunningly hidden in boxers. He was thankful that the chestnut-haired boy was not making any noises; the sight alone would not be able to leave the young masterminds thoughts any time soon.

L perched forward on his seat, knees pressing into his ribs as he got closer to the screens before him, watching as Light placed the magazine face down on his bed and his hand picking up speed.

‘Just a normal boy’, thought L, nibbling on his finger. ‘Or perhaps that is what you want me to believe, Kira?’

Light gasped and sighed as he came.

"20%" said L, to himself.

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I Hate Everything About You, Chapter 2

2010-11-14T16:01:38Z

Summary: Ichigo and Renji accidentally lock lips whilst they are wrestling. They try to ignore the-kiss-that-never-happened, but what will they do when they discover they have feelings for each other? Yaoi, Ichigo/Renji, Chapter 2 now up! Beta’d by cantcutccc . Rated R for later chapters.

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Chapter 2.

My name is Ichigo Kurosaki. I always get what I want when I put my mind to it. When I stood no chance of rescuing Rukia in the soul society, when I trained to become a soul reaper, and when I protect my friends and family. I find myself indulging in the unattainable, desiring something so wrong I wonder why I even want it. But I can’t help wanting it – no, him, Renji, the fool who acts like a teenager, with those stupid tattoos all over his body and his pineapple shaped hair style.

It started off as a joke, just a simple thought that came to mind when that idiotic Shinigami had wrestled me to the floor, somehow locking lips with him. To begin with, I passed it off as a mistake and we continued to argue and fight like before. I don’t even know what made me do it. What made me press my mouth hungrily to his, sparking something between us that was unexplainably sensual, soft and… well, nice? I would have preferred to ignore this. Whatever the reason, I’m finding myself wanting, craving, lusting after that man. The same man who once pissed me off so badly all I could do is punch and swear.

We’ve not spoke about it. Perhaps it’s easier to continue doing what we usually do – fight, wrestle and argue, rather than speak? It is more than just fighting to me; I crave his touch, his voice, his warmth. However, the only contact I allow myself with Renji is through our zanpakutōs, and maybe, when our swords clash, held between us, I can hold away these thoughts of mine.

…

Ichigo was interrupted from his thoughts as his balcony window was pushed aside. Ichigo’s breath hitched, knowing who was about to step through the window. There could only be one idiot who doesn’t know how to use a bloody door.

Ignoring the intruder, Ichigo pretended to be asleep. He could hear feet padding lightly across the floor, paper shuffling on his desk. Then, a loud thump! Ichigo hid his laugh with a cough and his trademark frown. Getting up to see Renji placing everything back on the desk that was scattered on the floor.

“What the hell are you doing here, Renji?”

It was Renji’s turn to frown, his contorted face suppressing his wolfish grin, “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“If I was trying to avoid you, don’t you think I would have left before you got here? Idiot!” snapped Ichigo, annoyed. Ichigo pressed his hand to his forehead, sighing as he dragged his fingers over chapped lips and scowled further at the other man.

Silence. It was raining. The wind whistled furiously, rain pitter-pattered against the window pane and engines grumbled outside.

“Leave. Now,” said Ichigo. Silence, once more. “Did you not hear me? Fuck, Renji! You deaf as well as stupid?”

Renji growled, lunging forward and pinning the substitute soul reaper against the wall. “When did you turn into such a coward? The hell you so scared about?”

Breathing and heart rate quickened from the overpowering heat of Renji pressed firmly against him. Ichigo was finding it unbearable to be near Renji.

“You don’t scare me.” The intensity from Renji’s amber eyes caused Ichigo to tremble and pant, his breath quick and harsh. Scowling, eyebrows set into a deep furrow, Ichigo tried to flinch, to move away from the hold, but to no avail. Renji grabbed his shoulders, hard enough to leave a bruise, and shoved him back against the wall. Their mouths were inches apart, hot breath ghosting over their mouths.

Their lips brushed fleetingly, teasingly as Renji whispered, “You’re a fool, Ichigo,” speaking softly.

Something vibrated against Ichigo’s thigh.

“Renji,” panted Ichigo. His hand slipped between their bodies, down the hard, firm chest. Ichigo smirked as he felt Renji’s chest rise and fall faster. His hand continued on its search, teasing around a prominent bulge. Renji gasped. Ichigo’s fingertips slid in to grab onto the hard object that was concealed.

“Hollow,” they said at the same time. Ichigo flipped open Renji’s phone, closed it and tossed it towards the rightful owner. Ichigo pressed his badge against his chest, his body falling to the ground with a light thump as they both jumped out of the window; towards the hollow and into the night.

…

Renji fell backwards, to lean against the stone wall behind him, his breath heavy. Blood was dripping from a gash on his forehead, stinging his eyes as it rolled and dripped down the side of his face, into his mouth. He wiped at his lips, spitting the fluid out as he caught his breath. He was staring at the ground, groaning as blood spattered onto the floor.

Ichigo, on the other hand, was standing opposite, curiously watching the other man. He had left the battle with the hollow practically unscathed.

“You alright, old man?” Ichigo raised a single eyebrow in question. Renji grunted in reply, not acknowledging the other.

“Fool,” whispered Ichigo, with surprising softness to his voice. Ichigo reached a hand forward, lightly easing it down the side of Renji’s face which was covered in blood. He brushed it away. Renji’s eyes stared back into Ichigo’s, searching. As soon as the tender moment began, it was over. Ichigo pulled away.

“You think you can get back to Urahara’s shop in one piece?”

“Who do you think you’re talking to, strawberry?” replied Renji, rolling his shoulders back, stretching out sore muscles. Renji’s lips curved into his wolfish grin.

“Goodnight,” Renji muttered. He said louder, “Ichigo?”

Ichigo did not reply. His eyes were fixated onto one spot, specifically Renji’s mouth which was still curved into a huge smile.

Ichigo closed the gap between them, placed lips against lips, arms locked around Renji’s neck in a tight embrace. Lips searched, stroked, brushed. Ichigo’s tongue ran the length of Renji’s bottom lip, as if tracing the lines of Renji’s smile.

Ichigo coaxed Renji’s mouth open with his tongue and savoured the feeling and taste of Renji’s mouth, as it brushed against his own.

Renji’s kiss was needy, urgent. Large hands moved up the nape of Ichigo’s neck and pulled him in closer for a deeper kiss. Teeth clashed, lips moved hungrily and their breath came out in harsh puffs of hot air. Renji broke away from the kiss, and resting his lips on Ichigo’s cheek, he panted, lost for words.

“Goodnight, Renji,” Ichigo finally replied. “And don’t call me strawberry,” he then raised a small smile. The first of the night, and the first one of months.

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I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU: Bleach, Chapter 1, Renji/Ichigo

2010-11-14T15:54:31Z

I Hate Everything About You

Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo
Warnings: Male/Male kissing, fighting..
Summary: Ichigo and Renji accidentally lock lips whilst they are wrestling. They try to ignore the-kiss-that-never-happened, but what will they do when they discover they have feelings for each other? Yaoi, Ichigo/Renji Set just after Ichigo leaves the Soul Society, around episode #64, season four. Funny,

A/N: This chapter was originally posted at my personal journal, but I've now decided to post them with my fan art at boxexposure .

Chapter 1

Like any other normal day for Ichigo Kurosaki - well as normal as it could get for a substitute soul reaper pretending to be just an average school student - Renji had the worst timing and equally bad taste in fashion as he came barrelling down the school field. Ichigo wanted to shout at the other soul reaper, if it wasn’t for the simple fact that it would most likely draw more unwanted attention to the hippy clothed idiot. How he thought wearing THAT made him blend in with school students, who knows.

“The hell!” Ichigo tried to side step the older Shinigami when he noticed he wasn’t slowing down, but rather was heading straight for him. However, instead of Ichigo dodging Renji, he ungracefully snagged his foot on a rock and tripped, face meeting mud with an agonizingly loud thump. “Damn it, Renji!” Ichigo yelled up at the man, his voice muffled from lying on the ground. He held back the sting in his eyes and pushed up, coming face to face with the grinning, spikey haired soul reaper.

“What you doing down there, Strawberry?” Renji’s eyes flickered mischievously.

Ichigo gritted his teeth and responded the only way he knew how around the infuriating soul reaper, and shoved him backwards followed by his fist connecting with Reni’s chin. “Idiot!” Ichigo shouted.

Renji stumbled slightly, but quickly came back with a punch that Ichigo managed to grab and squeezed it tightly in his own fist. Renji drawled, “That the best you got, boy?” with his wolfish grin still intact, despite being smacked in the kisser only moments before.

With his unused hand Ichigo tried to land another punch to the grinning fools mouth, but failed when Renji grabbed his fist leaving them both pushing and gripping against each other’s hands in a war of who had the tightest grip. Fingers interlocked, squeezing, scratching and tingling from pain and a somewhat pleasant feeling Ichigo couldn’t quite place, they were stuck by their hands as if glued by some unknown force. Neither one letting go.

White teeth bared in a huge, wolfish smile, Renji hooked a leg behind Ichigo’s knee, making the younger soul reaper loose his balance. Ichigo crashed to the ground once more.

But not one to be taken too easily, Ichigo used his strength to hold onto Renji’s hands, tugging him down with all his force, causing Renji to fall on top of him. Their chests collided painfully knocking the wind out of them both and they panted, foreheads pressed together and finished their senseless battle by glaring at one another, as if, by some miracle, they would be able to learn how to shoot electrical sparks out of their eyes and finish what they started.

Wanting the upper hand, Ichigo rolled them over, pinning the older man to the ground and connected a knee to the side of Reni’s ribs for good measure. Ichigo hated how the other soul reaper never showed any pain, but rather continued to grin madly. He wanted to wipe that smile of the other man’s face because all it managed to do was infuriate Ichigo even further.
Renji grabbed Ichigo’s elbow that was about to connect with his own face, stopping the impending blow and pulled hard, causing Ichigo to tumble and fall flat onto the warm body below.

Both of them froze, suddenly very aware of something very hot and moist and soft against their mouths. Neither one was sure why the other was not removing their lips; possibly because they were so tangled on the floor from their wrestle it was near to impossible.

Renji felt Ichigo’s warm breath pass through his slightly open lips, tasting something familiar. Despite being in a very awkward lip lock, with a surprisingly comfortable weight on top him, Renji laughed at this. His lips moved ever so lightly, brushing gently against Ichigo’s as he laughed. The moment suddenly came to an end when, mortified from feeling a sudden spark from the brushing of lips against lips, Renji shoved at the substitute soul reaper, causing him to fall to the ground for the third time that day.

Ichigo was at a loss for words, embarrassment taking over him completely and refused to look at Renji.

Renji stood and dusted himself off, composing himself to hide the creeping feeling that tried to spread across his cheeks. He laughed once more, “You know Ichigo, I always thought you would taste like strawberries,” laughed Renji, hiding behind his wolfish smile to defend against his nerves. “And I guess I was right.”

“What did you just say?” Ichigo snarled. He leapt to his feet, obviously forgetting about his own embarrassment and the incident of that-kiss-which-shall-never-be-spoken-of-again, by invading the older man’s personal space once more and pressing his forehead to Renji’s, to glare and shout at him.

“You actually thought about what I tasted l-like before?” Ichigo tried to snarl, but was embarrassed once more when it did not come out the way he had intended as his voice cracked at the end. Before Renji could reply, for he really, really, did not want to know the answer to that question and felt incredibly stupid for even asking it, Ichigo spun around and patted the dirt and dust off himself. “Never mind, you idiot. What the hell did you come here for anyway?”

Ichigo did not dare look back, knowing only too well that the man behind him would be as composed as a wall, never one to really show any true emotion other than that stupid grin of his. Unlike Ichigo, who was struggling to hide his embarrassment and quickening breath.

“Urahara has some news,” Renji said eyebrows lifting amusingly when the boy did not turn around. His eyes flickered down the younger soul Reapers back, noticing a dirt patch right where trousers met shirt. He couldn’t help but admire how strong Ichigo had got since he had returned from the soul society. He was slim, but he still held unimaginable amounts of power.

“Yeah and what’s that? Or have you lost the power to speak, Renji?” Ichigo said, snarl firmly back in place, turning to look over his shoulder with a frown. His breath hitched when he noticed Renji checking him out. “RENJI!”

“You missed a spot,” Renji casually said, simply pointed to Ichigo’s backside as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be checking out another guy’s body.

He hated the glazed-out look in Renji’s eyes which was causing his own heart to beat that much faster and louder. I hate you so damn much, thought Ichigo, blaming the red haired, tattooed soul reaper for making him feel this way.

“Anyway, Urahara sent me here to tell you that I’m training you from now on, to control that Bankai of yours. I noticed you still can’t use it in the human world?”

Ichigo’s frown deepened. “And what makes you think you will be able to train me? You’ve obviously forgotten I almost killed you in Soul Society!”

In contrast to Ichigo’s deep frown, Renji simply smiled and said, “And you really need to learn when to shut up, boy. Or do I have to get my Bankai out,” Renji liked the flustered look on Ichigo’s face as he said ‘Bankai’, now knowing how he could get under the boys skin, “and show you why I am the only one here who can train you how to use it?”

“Not here, damn it, you idiot,” Ichigo quickly said. The school bell rang, and it couldn’t have come at a better time. Ichigo walked away back towards school, but not before saying, “Get out of here, I’m surprised no one has even spotted you yet!” Followed with the usual mutter of “Idiot,” that he so affectionately called Renji.

“See you after school then, Strawberry,” Renji teased, putting a sensual drawl on the last word knowing how it irritated the younger boy.

Ichigo suddenly felt very hot and his breath hitched after Renji had called him strawberry. But that, obviously had nothing to do with the kiss-that-never-happened and Renji telling him he tasted of the bloody fruit.

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After school, just as Renji had promised after the-kiss-that-never-happened, he was stood outside the school gates waiting for Ichigo. The younger of the two scowled but ignored Renji and was thankful when he simply just walked on ahead as if expecting Ichigo to follow. They were heading towards Urahara’s shop.

“I hate everything about you,” Ichigo grumbled to himself, following shortly behind the spikey haired soul reaper. I hate that you’re the one who is training me. I hate the way your hair looks like a bloody pineapple. I hate that you act as if nothing happened earlier. I hate that we kissed. I hate that I really, really can’t seem to get it out of my head. I hate that I sort-of-in-a-curious-kind-of-way, want to know what it would really feel like to kiss you…

“Did you say something, Strawberry?” Renji asked suspiciously, coming to a stop when they reached the entrance to the training ground, which was modelled on the Sōkyoku Hill training ground in the soul society, underneath Urahara’s shop.

Ichigo was extremely glad Renji had put a stop to his trailing thoughts. He wanted to dive head first into the cave and bury his head in the sand. “No,” Ichigo said quickly, “Let’s just get on with this.”

Renji’s trademark, wide spread, wolfish smile was firmly in place. “Eager are we? And what? Y’not going to wrestle me to the ground this time just like earlier?” Renji asked, smile turning into a smirk when he saw how flustered Ichigo was beginning to appear. “Or are you scared that maybe,” Renji agonisingly slowly walked towards Ichigo, like a wolf stalking its prey, “just maybe, you want a repeat of what happened earlier?”

They were now nose to nose, chest to chest, hot breath tickling lips but not quite touching, and neither one of them moving away once more as if they were somehow stuck like that. Warmth pooled and swirled in both of their groins, their breath and heart beat quickening, blood rushing as their spiritual pressure heightened. Renji’s words thumped through Ichigo’s head, as if they were daring him to prove a point.

And Ichigo hated to lose.

Ichigo’s mouth betrayed him before his brain caught up with what he was doing. Suddenly and firmly and awkwardly, Ichigo cracked their teeth together in an effort to kiss the taller soul reaper. His teeth grazed Renji’s lower lip and moved his mouth to cover Renji’s chapped lips fully with his own. Ichigo was extremely surprised to feel something slippery pass between his lips, slipping and sliding and swirling against his own tongue.

Ichigo shoved and nudged at Renji, moving them backwards until Renji’s back connected with the wall, not once letting their mouths part. Like this, both of them were now fully aware of something very, very hard digging into each other’s hips, pulsing and warm.

Ichigo gasped and pulled away as if burned, worried, wide eyes staring at the dishevelled older man before him.

“Now that was a bit unexpected…” said Renji, a small smile playing on his lips. Ichigo felt like trying to dig himself out of the hole which he unlikely just made for himself. He now wishes he had just buried his head in the sand below. But before he could say a word, not that he was able to process any words at the moment, Renji continued, “Not that I mind,” his red, slippery wet lips curving up into a bigger smile, “I happen to really enjoy the taste of strawberries.”

Renji sealed his mouth back over Ichigo’s fleetingly, but it seemed to be over faster than a flash-step because before Ichigo had a chance to comprehend he was being kissed once more, he had been shoved down the hole into the training ground, with his head buried deep in the sand.

End

A/N: *Laughs* I love torturing Ichigo :D I’m thinking of leaving this as a one-shot for now, but who knows, perhaps I’ll get some more inspiration and keep on writing this, that is, if anyone even thinks this was any good. Please review and maybe it will inspire me to write more! x

Chapter 2

Chibi Sam and Dean 01

2010-11-14T15:09:40Z

Chibi Sam and Dean, another doodle I did years ago. 2 versions under the cut, one coloured could be used for a wallpaper, and one original sketch.

Ten, Doctor Who 01

2010-11-14T15:04:15Z

An old doodle I did that I never got around to posting. Please comment, they make me all happy and gooey hehe. XD

I miss Ten so much, I still haven't got around to watching the new series :(

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