Opposites - ChadKeigo--"Saaaaaaadoooooooooo!" The tall man didn't even budge as Keigo threw himself at him, though if one was close enough they might spot a slight tinge of pink on Chado's cheeks.Otherwise unaffected he simply unwound himself from the grip of the hyper-active teenager and put him on the ground.The two, much to their friends astonishment, started dating a few months ago. No one was against it, of course. Orihime squealed every time she saw them together commenting how sweet they looked together or how she was jealous of them. Ichigo on the other hand was more then happy to get rid of a screaming Asano charging at him with open arms whenever
Summer rainTitle: Summer rainPairing: RenIchiGenre: Romance/GeneralRating: KWords: 402Warning: fluff; poetic; and so much in so little words,A/N: Made from leftover notes from Me and my shinigami boyfriend (that never came to life, became something else). Summer is still far away (it's March and it's snowing here again! Again!), but that doesn't mean you can't feel it's warmth. RenIchi mostly 'coz I was told to write more of this pairing.Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters.--He smelled like rain and it was fresh and overpowering and altogether unsoiled. It felt as if with each drop soaking into his clothes, his hai
Dawn--It didn't really matter when it started. It might have been when the boy entered his shop with the desire to regain his powers in order to save Rukia. It might have been earlier - when he and Tessai patched his wounds after his encounter with Byakuya. It might have been later, during one of the orange heads frequent visits to train, to plan a battle, to chat.Or it might have simply always been there inside him. The scorching feeling bursting his chest. Making him painfully aware of the young Shinigami Substitutes presence. Causing him to yearn for the boy, to look for a chance to brush against him and violate his personal space.It mad
Fire--Once again his Zanpakutou flew up into the sky with the white strap fluttering madly reflecting the bright sickle of the moon before crashing down and spilling crimson all over the sidewalk. His job was done for the day at least. He didn't even have time to say goodbye to his classmates before his Shinigami badge went off and one Hollow after another appeared just waiting for him to slay. They were all small fry, but the great amount of them had Zangetsu weighting unpleasantly on his shoulder, his tattered Shinigami robes sticking to his sweat and blood-covered body and the wound on his back burning with pain.The sun long ago gav
Medicine--Urahara yawned and put down his pen. He stretched his arms above his head sighing in relief at the few audible pops as his joints got back in place. He rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly and looked at the clock standing on his desk. It was almost five in the morning. How time passes by when you enjoy yourself. Of course if one found inventing bizarre machines or dissolving clothes enjoyable.He debated with himself for a moment whether he should just skip on sleep tonight err day and finish working on his newest project or actually crash into bed and make best out of the few hours left till he had to get up.This time it