Disclaimer: I do not use big words and I do not own Bleach. Also, I do not have beta reader.
Ichigo sighs. He is sitting on a bed staring into space. After few seconds, he sighs again. His eyes wander to the girl sleeping besides him. The sheet only covers the lower part of her naked body.
Ichigo is in her bed, inside her apartment, somewhere in London. He had met her at the after party he attended last night. Besides her name, he doesn’t know anything else about her. She has been flirting with him since he first saw her and one thing led to another, which usually ended up with him getting laid. He likes it that way. No strings attach, no commitment, no whatever.
But for the past couple of weeks, something is bothering him and he could not put a finger on what it is. He’s grumpier than usual and his perpetual scowl, if possible, deepens. He had thought that whatever is bothering him will disappear once he got laid because usually with him, it works. But this time the opposite happens. He had had scored big since, even with a twin after the fashion week in Milan and another with a gorgeous Scandinavian model he met in Paris when he was doing the runway for Hugo Boss last week. However, when the sex was done and over with, he was left with nothing but an empty feeling. A feeling of craving something that is real and significant or dare he say it, purposeful.
Ichigo lets out another sigh. What the hell is wrong with me? Getting fucked is never about purpose…
Unconsciously, his hand wanders to the girl. He takes the girl’s hand into his and sees if it fits.
Nope, it doesn’t.
The girl stirs and looks at him between sleepy eyes. Ichigo immediately let go of her hand.
“Whatcha doing?” asks the girl.
“Nothing. Go back to sleep.” Ichigo slips besides her. The girl closes her eyes and few seconds later Ichigo hears her breathing settles back to her sleeping rhythm.
What Ichigo does not know or realize yet is he has been doing the same thing since the day he met her at the hospital. He would take the hand of the girls that he had sex with and compares it unconsciously with how Rukia’s hand fits perfectly in his grasp.
Ichigo sighs again for a hundredth time. His eyes refuse him the sleep that he needed and insist on staring at nothing.
It’s going to be a long night.
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Ichigo looks annoyingly at the happy loving couple in front of him. Ishida and Renji appear oblivious to their surrounding and start to make out. Ichigo knows that he should have said no when Ishida said Renji is going to join them for dinner.
It has been a week since he got back from London. He is still bothered by whatever it is that bothers him and the fact that he still cannot figure it out is pissing him off to no end. He also concludes that no matter how many times he has sex, this bothered feeling refuses to go away so he decides to cut back on that activity. At least, until he has sorted everything out and be at ease again.
“Oi you two, stop sucking each other’s face. I’m about to gag here,” warns Ichigo between gritted teeth. “And in case you didn’t notice, so are the rest of the people dining here,” he adds.
That makes them stop. Renji turns to face the people around them with a goofy smile plastered on his lips and starts apologizing with hand gestures. Most of them just roll their eyes and go back to their dinner plate or continued with their conversation. But few others found this amusing and start giggling, most of them are females. Go figure.
“So Ichigo…” Renji says, now turning his full attention to Ichigo, his eyes twinkling.
“No, I don’t want to suck your face,” declines Ichigo without looking at Renji. Ishida snorts. He loves it when these two meet.
“Oh, don’t be shy. I know you wanted to.” Renji is playing along now. He lets his fingers wander across the table to Ichigo’s cheek.
“Damn it Renji. Just eat and shut the fuck up.” Ichigo pushes away Renji’s hand in annoyance.
Renji and Ishida laugh out loud with Ichigo’s outburst. It is so easy to wind Ichigo up. You just have to know the right button.
“So Ichigo…” Renji begins again after their laughter subsided.
“Fuck you.”
“No. I already have Ishida on my menu tonight,” Renji replies and sling his arm around Ishida waist. Ishida starts laughing again. Ichigo rolls his eyes, his scowl deepens.
“So Ichigo…”
“Fuck it Renji. What the hell do you want?”
“Tell me about this girl… Rukia.”
Ichigo chokes and the chewed meats in his mouth fly everywhere. One of them falls on Renji’s hair but he does not notice it. Ichigo glares at Ishida when he recovers his breath again. Ishida just adjusts his glasses and shrugs. Ichigo knows that the incident at the hospital will comes back and haunt him but not this soon.
“I don’t know anything about her except that she’s short and talks too much,” is what Ichigo said.
It’s true. I do not know a fucking thing about her except that she’s a good doctor and has good fighting skills.
“Well, I happen to like her. Very much I do.” Renji nods vigorously. He pushes away his plate that has been contaminated with Ichigo’s saliva and chewed meat. Ishida does the same thing. Both of their appetites have been cut off prematurely.
Ichigo looks at Renji, questioningly. “You have met her?”
“No but from what I heard, she got spunk and I like spunk,” Renji wipes his mouth and leans back on his chair. Ishida sips his wine and still prefers to stay mute. They both look intently at Ichigo who has turns red in the face. A reaction Ishida has anticipated but cannot be sure what to make of it.
Ichigo fidgets his chair. He does not sure how to react but does not like where this conversation is heading.
Why am I so damn agitated?
“You like her, don’t you?” Ishida asked directly.
Ichigo is relief that he has not been drinking otherwise both Ishida and Renji will get rained by his drink when he chokes the second time.
“Hell no!”
Which is true. I don’t like her.
“Then why are you so agitated when I mentioned her name?” Renji interrogates him.
“No, I didn’t –“
“Yes, you did.”
“No, I didn’t!”
Yes, I did!
Ichigo mouth hangs open. He just realized what has been bothering him all this time. He looks at Ishida and then at Renji with wide eyes.
“You know what?” Ichigo asks. Renji and Ishida exchange glances.
“What?”
“I finally figure out why I was agitated –“
“Hah! I told you, you were!” Renji cuts him off but got a nudge from Ishida telling him to shut up. Ishida wants to know the source of Ichigo’s agitation. He leans forward to hear better of his words.
“She hasn’t returned my Hugo coat! That coat cost me a fortune!”
Both Ishida and Renji slump in their chair.
“Fuck you, Ichigo,” says Renji. He is annoyed at Ichigo’s naivety.
“What?!” Ichigo looks at his two companions with confused eyes.
“You are hopeless, Kurosaki,” comments Ishida before adjusting his glasses.
Ichigo smirks, ignoring Ishida’s word. Now that he has figure out what has bothering him, he feels an incredible surge of relive flows through him.
Yes, I can have sex again!
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