|Bizarro Lord (akai_senshi) wrote,|
@ 2008-03-15 12:40:00
|Entry tags:||bleach, fanfiction, ides_of_march|
[Ides of March Fic 1] Bleach: Get a Room
Title: Get A Room
Fandom/Pairing/Prompt: Ichigo, Rukia, Renji; Bleach; 012:cranky.
Summary: Rukia is cranky, and draws something that causes contention between Ichigo and Renji.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, that’s Kubotite’s job.
Highlight for Warnings: * Joke yaoi implications.*
Rukia had gotten up from her bed in Ichigo’s closet. Her head hurt, especially after narrowly escaping being sentenced to death. She felt awful, and she wanted to blow of some steam by drawing something.
She got out a piece of paper, and started to doodle. Before she knew it, she had the most gorgeous scene set out before her. Never mind that both of the people that she had drawn, she knew, and that she had drawn them as chibi stuffed animals making out…
She felt tired again and threw her drawing on the floor, snuggling back up in her bed.
About an hour later, Ichigo and Renji came up into the room, arguing over who had the biggest Bankai or something. All Rukia could hear in her half-tired stupor was them going back and forth, yelling at one another for no good reason.
“I fucking told you,” shouted Ichigo, “I can totally beat your ass now! Yoruichi’s a damn good trainer!”
“Ha! As if YOU, of all people, could defeat Zabimaru in Bankai form!” Renji stuck his nose up in the air, but was caught by a mysterious piece of paper on the floor, distinct with the lines of Rukia’s horrible drawing. “The hell…”
“WHOA! I can’t really tell, but…is that me and you…making out?!?” Ichigo scratched his head. “If it is, her drawing sucks. I do NOT look like fucking Kon in stuffed-animal form, dammit!”
“Give me that.” Renji yanked it out of his hand. “Yep…I’ve known her longer than you have, and this is definitely us making out.”
“You’re shitting me! I had no damn idea Rukia was such a perv!”
“What? You’re not upset that she actually had the nerve to draw us doing it? I personally think it’s disgusting.”
“Well, only if you are.”
“Yeah, we’re not like that at all!”
With Renji’s screaming of that last sentence, Rukia got up, still somewhat in a daze, and opened the door to the closet. “Geez, you two sound like you’re married. Get a room, why don’t you?”
Both of their jaws dropped. They wanted to argue now about who liked Rukia more, in that way, but both were too proud and much too stunned to argue over a girl who had drawn them in a compromising position.
Rukia slammed the closet door and went back to bed.