Mizuki's Bleach Fanfic

Fri, 30 May 2008 14:05:07 GMT

Hello all! I still live.

And now that it's summer?!?! EXPECT FANFICS!

I've gotten a lot of rave reviews about my last one posted, and I wanted to thank you all.

Keep a watchful eye,
for there shall be fanfics! hehe

Sun, 23 Sep 2007 17:01:30 GMT

Title: Not going anywhere.
Author: Mizuki-chan
Rating: NC-17
Category: Romance.
Pairing: Orihime and Ichigo
Warning: Tite Kubo owes Bleach. Not I. I just borrow from it heavily ^_^. Also, not beta'd. Also also, They're 18. Yeah...just trying to cover myself. lol
Word Count: 1086
Spoilers: A little bit of spoiler from episode 141.

She leaned close to him as he slept. He was bandaged from serious wounds from an earlier battle with Grimmjaw.

“Ichigo…” Orhime whispered, barely audible. Her voice choked in her throat as tears fell from her eyes onto Ichigo’s cheeks. She squeezed his hand tight as she leaned forward her lips perilously close to his. She loved him so much that is hurt sometimes.

“Ichigo…I don’t want to go, but I have to. I’m sorry,” she sobbed. Ichigo stirred. She turned to leave his bedroom through the window. Her hand started to slide from his, but before her grasp was completely released, she was tugged back to the bed.

“Where are you going?” Ichigo was propped up on his elbow.

“I have to go, Ichigo. I’m sorry.” She was still crying. He tugged a little harder so she fell onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around her.

“You need to stop crying, Hime. I won’t let you go anywhere without me.” She rested her head on his shoulder and cried harder. He was so nice to her. She loved him so much.

“If I don’t leave, you’ll die!” Orihime cried harder, but Ichigo just laughed. “It’s not a joke, Ichigo!” She was getting angry. She tried to struggle free, but he just kissed the top of her head and held her close.

“I know it’s not a joke. I just think it’s funny that after all the times you’ve seen me fight you think I can’t handle whatever’s thrown at me. Besides…I have Chad, Renji, Rukia, and everyone else to fight beside me.” Ichigo smoothed her hair, and wiped away her tears with his finger tips.

“I hate seeing you hurt, Ichigo. I love you too much!” Orihime was looking him in the eyes now. It was the first time she said those words to him. Ichigo was obviously taken aback. It was very outspoken for Orihime and wasn’t like her, although, she was emotional.

“Wow…Hime…I didn’t expect you to say that.” Ichigo unwrapped his arms from her for a minute. He was a little shocked. He had been showing how he felt for so long. His advances had only been met with a blind compliance and deep blushing. His brow furrowed. He looked over and Orihime sitting next to him. He leaned forward and gently grabbed her face in his hands. Even more gently, he kissed her soft, tender lips. It felt like the first kiss all over again: pure, innocent, loving. He laid her down next to him and leaned over her.

“I love you, too, Hime,” the moment felt so right. He kissed along her cheek bones, tasting the recently subsided saline tears. He kissed down her jaw line to the collar of her shirt. He looked up at her for a sign to proceed. She smiled at him and nodded slightly. He started unbuttoning her shirt, intently focusing on it. She wrapped her fingers in his hair, and gently pulled him in for a kiss. He continued unbuttoning her shirt, and slid it off her shoulders. She slid off his already open pajama shirt. They were locked in a passionate embrace, lips colliding with tenderness. Ichigo continued his exploration by kissing down her collarbones and down her bra line. She sat up slightly to allow him better access. Her reached around her and rather unskillfully, tried to unclip her bra. He struggled for what felt like an eternity.

“Let me,” Orihime said as she reached back with one hand and unclipped the bra. She slid it off and tossed it on the floor.

“You make it look so easy,” Ichigo was a little flustered. Orhime just giggled. She kissed him lightly. He smiled back at her and moved down the bed to gain better access to the recently revealed flesh. He kissed her everywhere possible. He wanted to explore her fully. He hesitated at her right nipple. He slowly took it in his mouth and gently licked and sucked on it. She moaned with pleasure. He kissed his way to the other one and repeated the process. Again, she moaned only louder this time.

“Oh god, Ichigo…”

He kissed down her stomach and unzipped her skirt. Sliding it down, he kissed along her hips. She twitched and sucked in air sharply.

“A little sensitive?” Ichigo asked teasingly.

“Obviously,” she said as she wiggled out of her panties.

Ichigo stood up to take off his pants and boxers, revealing his hard member. Orifice’s eyes widened. It was the first one she had ever seen.

“Whoa…” she said under her breath. This made Ichigo blush a shade to match his hair. He crawled back onto the bed and lied on top of her, working himself in between her legs.

“Are you sure you want this?” He was being considerate. This wasn’t about lust or sex. It was about love. She looked him in the eyes and was quiet for a minute. Ichigo was getting nervous.

“Yes, I’m sure. I love you Ichigo, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Ichigo leaned in to kiss her as he slid himself into her. She let out a sharp gasp of pain.

“Are you okay?!” Ichigo was so scared. He didn’t want to hurt her.

“I’m fine. Just keep going.” She had been warned about this from the other girls at school with all their gossiping. It hurts so much at first the first time.

Ichigo slowly and as gently as he could, slid in and out of her. The pain started to wear off, and Orihime was flooded with pleasure. Her moans of pain turned into moans of ecstasy that encouraged Ichigo. He started pumping faster until the whole bed was shaking. Orihime’s breaths came in shorter, faster increments.

“Oh god! Ichigo!” Her fingers dug into him as her body tensed. Her orgasm was fierce. Her muscles tightened around Ichigo’s erection and he orgasmed shortly after.

He leaned in and kissed her lovingly. They both gasped as he slid out of her. He rolled off her and lay next to her, wrapping her in his arms.

“Looks like we’re both sensitive now,” he chuckled. She sighed and nuzzled his neck. “Still think you have to leave?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Ichigo.”

She curled into him and fell asleep. He grabbed the blanket that fell to the floor in the scuffle. Covering both of them, he watched Orihime sleep for awhile until his eyes couldn’t stay open. He kissed her forehead and fell asleep.

Tue, 08 May 2007 17:21:47 GMT

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 20:54:09 GMT

Another picture for you guys. I have tons more, but i'm trying to post them periodically so i can get to Summer vaca without "OMG where are you! I want stuff!" *cough*shaolinsfight*cough*

Sat, 17 Mar 2007 20:48:07 GMT

I colored that picture of Ishida from a few days ago

Sat, 17 Mar 2007 02:13:03 GMT

Title: Welcome the Rain
Author: Mizuki-chan
Rating: PG
Category: Romance. Yuri
Pairing: Yoruichi and Soi Fong
Warning: Tite Kubo owes Bleach. Not I. I just borrow from it heavily ^_^.
Word Count: 532

Yoruichi was always the protector. Always the stronger one. Strange, though. Ironic even. Soi Fong was supposed to protect Yoruichi. It was her job.

But now? Now things were different.

Yoruichi had left long ago. Left the Soul Society. Left her position as captain. Left Soi Fong. It broke Soi Fong’s heart. To see the woman she loved so…respected…coveted…to see her disappear.

Yoruichi had returned to the Soul Society in secret to help one Kurosaki Ichigo save one Kuchiki Rukia. In the confusion and chaos, Yoruichi and Soi Fong had exchanged fists. Exchanged words. Exchanged tears.

That’s not all they exchanged, though.

But that was long ago, as well. Live in the moment. And in this moment? Spring had given way to summer. Summer to fall. Now fall’s crimson leaves were falling and the rain pattered gently on the roof of a hut in the middle of who-knows-where owed by who-knows-who. Who cares? Not Yoruichi or Soi Fong. They were happily tangled in each other’s arms on the bed. Enjoying each other’s warmth on this cold, rain-clad day.

Soi Fong slept peaceful while Yoruichi stared lovingly at her beloved’s sleeping form. Yoruichi kissed Soi Fong’s forehead with a caressing intimacy. Soi Fong stirred slightly. Yoruichi rested her chin on the top of Soi Fong’s head and sighed hoping not to disturb the sleeping princess in her arms. Another stir. Soi Fong’s eyes fluttered and slowly opened. Yoruichi looked down into those gorgeous sleep-filled eyes.

“Hi,” she whispered with love in her voice.

“Hi,” Soi Fong responded with a smile. “What time is it?”

“Early. Still dark.”

“Oh…” Soi Fong nuzzled Yoruichi’s neck and planted loving kisses along her collar bone. Yoruichi untangled an arm from Soi Fong’s waist and placed it on the side of her face, lifting her head softly. She stared into her eyes. In those eyes she saw the world: the sun, the stars, the sea, the wind. Every natural beauty that the Heavens placed in any world. Tears welled at the side of Yoruichi’s eyes.

“What is it?” Soi Fong immediately quipped, concern in her voice.

“Nothing…It’s just…” Yoruichi’s voice caught in her throat. “I love you so much,” she croaked. The tears fell. She had never been filled with such an emotion. Her heart felt near bursting. She loved so much that it actually hurt.

Soi Fong kissed the tears on Yoruichi’s face. “There’s no reason to cry about that.” Soi Fong kissed Yoruichi’s quivering lips. “I love you,” she whispered into the kiss.

They broke the kiss and hugged each other so tightly as if they would drown if they let go. Yoruichi’s tears hit Soi Fong’s shoulder.

Today they would make love, and it would be the most passionate, gentle, and loving time ever. Today they would tell those closest to them. They would share their beautiful secret with the world. Today…yes…today.

But now? Now they hold each other. They hold each and fall asleep in each other’s arms to wait for dawn. Dawn…when the light would filter in through the thin curtains over the windows to welcome today. But let’s not talk of today. It’s still now.

Fri, 16 Mar 2007 22:13:05 GMT

Why is there no Bleach this week!? Where's Bleach 119!!! MUST....SEE!

Odd Pairing

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 01:02:26 GMT

Title: A Horrid Farewell
Author: Mizuki-chan
Rating: PG
Category: Romance. Angst
Pairing: Tessai and Shun'ō (of the Shun Shun Rikka)
Warning: Tite Kubo owes Bleach. Not I. I just borrow from it heavily ^_^.
Word Count: 336

They had been outside all day just talking. Now sun was setting and it was getting dark. How Shun'ō had gotten away from Orihime and the other Shun Shun Rikka for the day, not even she fully understood, but something moved her to go to him. Go to Tessai. Perhaps Orihime’s heart always being full of love allowed her to escape to see hers.

She had sat on his shoulder for the greater part of the day. But now she wanted to look at him full on. She fluttered to float in front of him.

“What are you doing?” he asked gently. He was always gentle.

“I want to look at you.” Shun'ō responded with the love of the world in her heart.

Tessai lifted his hands so she didn’t tire herself out. She sat down and put her knees up to her chest.

“I love you, Tessai. Do you know that?” Her voice was different, almost pained.

“I know.” His voice was indicating the same thing hers was, but neither wanted to say it. “What’s wrong?” He was hoping it wasn’t what he thought.

“You know we can never be together, right? It would never work. I’m not free.” Shun'ō’s eyes were tearing at her words.

“I do know.” He didn’t have to say much. They felt the same way about so much. Why should this be different?

“I should go back. I’m sorry, Tessai, but this is the last time we can be together alone.”

“I wish it was different. I really love you and your company.” Tessai was putting on his strong face.

“Maybe in a different life but not this one. I’m sorry” Shun'ō fluttered up off his hands and up to his face. She planted a tiny kiss on his cheek. It barely felt like an eyelash to him, but he knew it was there.

With that, she flew off to rejoin her brethren. Her heart was heavy. Orihime felt it. All the Shun Shun Rikka did.

I’m sorry, Tessai.

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 23:40:11 GMT

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 22:58:17 GMT

Title: Confession of a Blue Boy
Author: Mizuki-chan
Rating: PG-13
Category: Yaoi. Romance. Fluff.
Pairing: Ichigo and Ishida
Warning: Tite Kubo owes Bleach. Not I. I just borrow from it heavily ^_^.
Word Count: 671

“…I’m fine. But please…take care of Ichigo…” That was so long ago. Even before we went to the Soul Society for the first time. I knew then, though. Of course I knew! He didn’t. I stood there watching him bleed and it made my heart cry. After our competition, I knew I loved Kurosaki Ichigo...

“Uryuu. Eat Lunch with us.” My heart flipped with nerves and joy. He wanted to eat with me. It was quiet and awkward. I was afraid of spilling my emotions. I admired him. Respected him. Then why did I always tell him I hated shinigamis? …hated him?

But he knows now…

“Kurosaki…I love you. Ugh…that’s not right. I love you. Ichigo, be mine” I had rehearsed it so much in the mirror, but when the moment came, it was all wrong.

It was raining. It was Saturday. I walked over to his house after a Hollow attack. I stood in front of the door for…god…I don’t even know. I raised a shaking fist to the door and knocked softly. It was immediately thrown open by Yuzu.

“Can I help you?” her voice was sweet and tender.

“Yeah...um…Is Ichigo around? I’m a classmate of his.” I had pictured him opening the door himself. Stay calm. Stay calm. You can do this.

“Sure! Come in!” She said to me. I stepped into the house and out of my shoes. “Onii-chan! You have a guest.”

“Send ‘im up, Yuzu.” I heard his voice through his door.

Yuzu pointed me in the right direction and up I went. Knocking very softly on the door, my heart froze. My head froze. I froze.

“Oy! Who is it?”

“It’s Ishida.” He threw open the door.

“Man, Ishida! What the hell do you want?” Think Uryuu, think! I was told Kon needed fixing. I forgot an assignment. Just in the neighborhood. Fuck!

“We need to talk.” Ichigo rolled his eyes but allowed me passage into his room.

“About what? I still don’t care if you hate me, ya know? And I’m not going to back down from my shinigami job.” He sounded so sure of himself. I guess he saw me as predictable. Hmph. I guess I was to him…until then anyway.

“No no…nothing like that. Look…Ichigo…” I was staring at the floor until this point. I looked in his eyes and saw impatience and frustration. I better get to the point. “I have feelings for you. Very strong, romantic feelings.” I closed my eyes and waited. Waited. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes and he was standing in front of me, right where he had been, looking very confused.

“What are you talking about? You hate me.”

“No! I don’t! I really don’t! I promise. I just…I don’t know. I just thought…” my rambling trailed off. I breathed in deeply. He didn’t believe me. I had to make him believe. So I stepped forward and kissed him on the lips. He pulled back quickly.

Oh god, Uryuu! What’d you do!

“You’re really not kidding, are you Ishida?” his voice was softer.

I was near tears. I was causing so much damage. “Look. I’m just going to leave. Just forget this whole thing.” I turned to leave, but I was stopped by Ichigo’s hand on my shoulder.

“It’s okay, Uryuu.” Wait…did he just call me “Uryuu.”

“What?” it was my turn to be confused.

“I feel the same way about you.” He was pulling a trick on me. He was toying with me, wasn’t he? He turned me around and kissed me like I had kissed him before. He wrapped his arms around my hips and deepened the kiss. I was still in shock. When I realized that this was what I dreamed of night after night, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He stopped the kiss, and he rested his forehead against mine.

“Oy, Uryuu…You’re such a jerk. You should have told me sooner.”

And so it began…

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 23:12:21 GMT

I have spring break soon so I'll be drawing and writing tons of fanfic. I apologize for the long length of time inbetween.

School...2 jobs....etc.

I have some IchiIshi yaoi in my head so next week it'll be committed to paper.

And i wanna get some sketches out of my person, too.

Look for lots of stuff here next week.

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 23:38:40 GMT

Title: Too Long Since...
Pairing: Renji / Ichigo
Rating: NC-17 Sex?..yes...sex
Warnings/Summary: One shot lemon involving Renji and Ichigo. My first yaoi above a PG rating. *blushes*
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach. I just take them out dancing sometimes.

It had been a month since Ichigo and Renji had been able to slake their lust. Yeah, they had seen each other, but that just made it worse. Once things started getting heated up between them, there was always an interruption. There were Hollows, Isshin bursting through the door, Rukia busting through the window (which always resulted in her laughing hysterically at the two of them intertwined). It was getting to the point where Ichigo couldn’t stop twitching, and Renji couldn’t take cold enough showers. They were starting to fight over the simple stuff, too.

Ichigo was trudging home after school with Renji at his side.

“Goddamn idiot…Why do you keep pissing me off?” Ichigo started.

“What?! Ya’ just pissed that ya’ haven’t gotten laid!” Renji shot back.

“Yeah! Well so are you!” Ichigo pushed open the front door to his house only to find it empty. They both took off their shoes and left them by the door. Ichigo plopped his stuff down and noticed a note on the fridge.

“Onii-chan:
Dad took us to see the Don Kanonji show. We’ll be gone all weekend. There’s plenty of food in the house.
Love,
Yuzu”

Ichigo looked at Renji. Renji opened his mouth to say something, but Ichigo didn’t give him the chance. He grabbed his lover and ran up the stairs, making Renji trip on the way. Renji pulled Ichigo to stop at the top of the stairs.

“Oi! What’s ya’ problem! Ya’ tryin’ to kill me?” Renji shouted.

Ichigo’s voice took on a low, seductive tone which was not unlike a growl. “My family’s away for the weekend.”

Renji just blinked for a second. “So, what’s the big-…Ooooooh!” Renji lunged at Ichigo and slammed him into the wall in the hallway. “You’re going to regret telling me that,” Renji had a devious smirk on his face and a fire in his eyes.

Renji kissed Ichigo like the world was about the collapse, awakening sensations that neither could control. Renji grabbed Ichigo by the wrists and pulled his arms above his head. He lean more into the kiss, and Ichigo pushed into him, rubbing their groins together. Renji moaned into the kiss and gently nibbled on Ichigo’s lower lip, eliciting a similar groan from him.

Ichigo was squirming in arousal trying to press himself more against Renji. Renji leaned just out of reach, still holding Ichigo’s wrists. Renji chuckled sinisterly as Ichigo whimpered.

“Beg.” Renji was shaking with need, but he still wanted to draw it out. He knew that if he tormented Ichigo now that it would just make the moment more explosive. Ichigo reached out with his right leg to try to wrap it around Renji’s waist. He was pulled forward with such speed that he released Ichigo’s wrists to support himself on the wall. Renji gasped with pleasure and surprise as Ichigo’s leg held him tightly against his body. Ichigo took full advantage and slid his hands under Renji shirt and rubbed his muscular chest and back with wanton desire.

He looked Renji in the eyes. “I don’t need to beg,” and he slammed his mouth onto Renji’s. His tongue reached out in search of its dance partner which it quickly found. As their tongues explored each others mouths, Renji took his hands off the wall and started to undo the buttons on Ichigo’s uniform. He broke their kiss as he nibbled down Ichigo’s jaw line and down his throat to his collarbone. Ichigo shuddered at the pleasure as he worked off Renji’s shirt. Renji only paused for a second to let his shirt slide down his arms onto the floor, exposing his rippling muscles and decorative tattoos.

Renji attacked Ichigo’s neck again as the orange-haired man moaned and pulled his partner closer to him with his leg. Renji took Ichigo’s leg in his hand and rubbed his hand along the outside of his thigh.

“Oh, Renji…” Ichigo sighed as he felt Renji’s toned back muscles ripple under his touch. With his other hand, he played with Renji’s bright red hair. He snapped the hair tie and let all of Renji’s soft, flowing hair fall onto his chest, where his partner was enjoying his snack.

Renji started grunting out of frustration, trying to pull aside Ichigo’s undershirt to gain better access to his collarbone.

“Goddamnit, Ichigo…Ya’ hafta stop wearing these fuckin’ undershirts.” Renji grumbled. Ichigo untangled himself from Renji and lifted his chin until their eyes met. He gave him a long, passionate kiss with his hand on his cheek. Ichigo released from the kiss.

“Let me help, then,” he said as he stripped off his undershirt. Renji was about to reconnect with Ichigo, but Ichigo put his hand against his chest to stop him.

“How abou’ we move this to the bedroom?” Ichigo practically purred. Renji just smiled in response.

Ichigo grabbed Renji by the waist of his pants and lead him into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, they busied themselves with each other’s pants. They were getting frustrated quickly because they were trying to move to the bed and take off the other’s pants at the same time.

“Gah! Ichigo! Quit fucking moving!” Renji yelled.

“Get over here and it won’t be a problem!” Ichigo yelled back. Renji grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed. Renji climbed on top of Ichigo, straddling his hips. They both moaned and their hard members rubbed together.

“I like this view,” Renji said, staring down at Ichigo.

“Aye…but this doesn’t help with the pants situation,” Ichigo replied as he was slowly rocking his hips. Renji moaned gently. He couldn’t take it anymore! If he didn’t get into Ichigo soon, he was going to go crazy. He jumped off the bed and practically ripped off the rest of his clothes.

“Oi! Ichigo! If you don’t strip down now you’re going to regret it,” Renji said yanking him off the bed. Ichigo was quick to adhere to his lover’s demand.

Renji could see in Ichigo’s eyes that he was about to lose it. Renji grabbed Ichigo’s hips and pulled him hard against him crashing their lips together in an explosion of lust and desire. Then Ichigo lost it. He was whimpering and moaning like a lonely puppy and feverishly grinding his hips against Renji’s. Renji could do nothing but moan in return as he played with that bright orange hair he loved so much.

They broke apart desperately needing air. They gasped to breath. They didn’t even bother to fully regain their breath before grappling with each other again and collapsing on the bed. Renji had worked Ichigo’s legs open and was comfortably lying in between them, their erections rubbing together.

Renji leaned to the side to reach under the bed. After a few seconds he sat up with his prize: a bottle of lubricant. He leaned forward and passionately kissed Ichigo as he squirted some of it into his palms. He rubbed it over his already hard member, and then reach down to slather the lubricant over Ichigo’s opening. Ichigo shuddered from the initial feeling.

Shaking off the previous shudder, Ichigo lifted his legs up and draped them over Renji’s shoulders.

With great surprise Renji said, “Are you flexible enough for that?”

“I’m more limber than you think, babe,” Ichigo licked his lips, “Now hurry up and get inside me.”

Renji reach down and slowly pushed a finger inside Ichigo. Ichigo hissed in his breath. No matter how many times that happened it was always such a weird initial feeling for Ichigo. With Renji’s other hand, he played with Ichigo’s hair and ran his fingers along his jaw line to relax him. It wasn’t with lust, though. It was with tenderness. Ichigo relaxed and Renji pushed a second finger in, preparing his love for what was about to come. He continued to loosen up his lover, curling his fingers to allow Ichigo mind-numbing pleasure.

“Oh god, Renji…” Ichigo sighed. He moaned loudly and a shiver went up Renji’s spine.

Renji pulled out his fingers and pushed the tip of his arousal against Ichigo’s opening.

“Are you ready?” Renji asked. He was being loving, but nothing could disguise the urges racking his body.

“God, yes Renji! Just do it!” Ichigo yelled, unable to control his desires any longer.

Slowly, Renji entered Ichigo. Ichigo squirmed as the time away proved itself to be too long. The pain gave way to pleasure and Renji gently worked himself fully into Ichigo. With Ichigo’s legs on his shoulders, Renji had greater access to a deeper part of Ichigo. Ichigo gasped and gripped the sheets. They set up a comfortable moderate pace as Ichigo writhed in ecstasy underneath Renji, moaning uncontrollably. Renji drove harder and faster and he could feel himself quickly reaching his limit. He reached down to Ichigo’s erection and firmly rubbed up and down until Ichigo was screaming out in pleasure. Renji’s own moans and cries added to the chorus echoing throughout the room.

Renji worked his arousal deep into Ichigo, the friction against certain spots pushing Ichigo over the edge. Renji knew neither one would last much longer so he pumped Ichigo with wild abandon. Ichigo’s hips were bucking to meet the thrusts. Ichigo was clawing and scratching at the bed. He was completely out of control.

“Oh…God!...Oh…Ren-...I’m gonna-“ those were Ichigo’s last words before his body tensed, and he let out long cry of pleasure, splattering his seed over his stomach. That was the last thing Renji could handle before he pushed deep into Ichigo and let out a deep groan, releasing himself inside Ichigo.

Ichigo’s legs slid off Renji’s shoulders in a lazy fashion, and Renji leaned forward to give Ichigo a loving yet sweaty kiss. He rolled off Ichigo and collapsed onto the bed.

“Oi. That’s much better. I don’t think you’ll piss me off for awhile,” Ichigo said, still trying to catch his breath.

“Aye. Same here.” Renji laughed.

Renji pulled Ichigo towards him, and Ichigo curled into his lover’s arms. They were covered in semen, sweat, and all the other fluids that go along with sex, but they didn’t care. They looked into each other’s eyes, and their lips met in a kiss. The kiss was a lot more loving then the previous ones because their lust had been slaked. They broke apart, and Ichigo rested his head on Renji’s shoulder, promptly falling asleep. Renji was not far behind.

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 00:24:42 GMT

Kuchiki Rukia.

Kurosaki Ichigo

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 00:36:34 GMT

Just finished this. It's a picture of a naked Renji from behind...

Sat, 20 Jan 2007 18:04:09 GMT

Besides writing, I also draw. Well...try to hehe.

Here's my first and so far only Bleach picture draw. It's not done yet...it still has to be colored. but i wanna show it now in case my coloring it messes it up...hehe ^_^

I don't have a scanner or anything so i take pictures of the art with my digi camera and upload though...please bare with me on that.

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 20:38:54 GMT

This is my first complete fanfic. I'm a little nervous about sharing it. Be gentle? hehe If there's anything you want me to fix or you want to comment on, please feel free to. I have no Beta. And i'm arrogant and think i don't need one (I am a paid English tutor...so if you see a lot of mistakes just go "um...reread that" and i'll catch most of them)

I have another *multi-chapter* fanfic in the process...of course it's Renj/Ichi

Title: Nurse Renji
By: Vishnu_dot_com
Characters: Renji/Ichigo with a cameo by Yuzu.
Words: 777 (I kid you not)
Warning: A teensy weensy ittle bitty language warning. Nothing physical. Sorry guys!
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Bleach. If I did? Renji and Ichigo would be together, Matsumoto would be lesbian and hooking up with people like Rukia, and Ishida would….I haven’t thought of anything for him yet…just wait though! I will!

Ichigo had been sick for days. He wouldn’t tell anyone, though. That’s what happens when pride gets in the way.

Friday rolled around, and Ichigo was no where to be seen. Renji looked frantically around before school for his beloved, but couldn’t find him. Ichigo didn’t show up throughout the day, either. This wasn’t like Ichigo. There where only a few reasons he would miss school, and Renji would have known about it by now.

The teacher had dismissed her students; and before the final word left her mouth, Renji was on his way to his boyfriend’s house in a near panick.

He reached the Kurosaki clinic and debated on just crawling through Ichigo’s window or actually ringing the doorbell. He decided on the latter. Ichigo’s family didn’t know about his relationship with Renji, but there was nothing suspicious about a friend from school checking on another was there?

Yuzu had opened the door for him.

“Hi Renji-kun! Onii-chan is sick. He can’t come out.” Her voice was so sweet.

Renji calmed down a little, but not too much.

“Can I at least go see him?” He realized that was little suspicious and tried to cover it up. “I wanted to give him the work he missed” Renji felt himself sweating a little.

“I guess you can. I had just made him soup and tea. You can bring it up to him.” Yuzu smiled again, leading Renji into the kitchen.

He picked up the tray and walked gingerly up the stairs to his boyfriend’s room. He knocked softly, trying not to disturb him too much.

Renji heard a pained moan, and his heart tightened a little bit. He hated Ichigo in pain; even when they battled (which was often).

“Come in, Yuzu. Make it quick, please. I just want to sleep.”

Renji opened the door and peaked his head in.

“It’s not Yuzu.”

“Renji?!” Ichigo shot up into sitting position. He quickly regretted it, moaned in pain, and slumped down in bed again.

Renji had already put the tray on Ichigo’s desk and had ran to his love’s bedside.

“Are you okay, hunny?” He asked with worry on his face.

“I’ll live. You shouldn’t be here, though. You’ll get sick, too.” Ichigo sounded concerned, but Renji couldn’t help but laugh.

“Gigai don’t get sick.” Renji chuckled again, kissing Ichigo’s forehead. Oh god! He was burning up.

“So why you layin’ around in bed, ya’ idiot!?” Renji hoped the mock insult would make Ichigo smile. It worked.

“Maybe I was just waiting around to kick your ass!” They both started laughing, but it was interrupted by Ichigo’s coughing fit.

Renji stared worried as all hell until it subsided.

“You sure you’re okay? Is there anything I can do? I brought soup and tea up from the kitchen. Do you want that?” Renji wanted badly for his poor sick little Ichigo to feel better, and he’d be damned if he didn’t help.

Ichigo caught a glimpse of the tray. He was about to get up when Renji gently put his hands on Ichigo’s shoulders.

“I’ll get it. You stay here. Make yourself comfortable.” Renji smiled a loving smile.

When Ichigo finished his tea and soup, he was feeling a little better.

“Anything else I can help with? Just name it, and I’ll do it.” Renji sounded just a little too eager to please.

“I’d just like to sleep. Would you lie with me?” Ichigo’s eyes looked so tired, weak. So…un-Ichigo. Part of Renji wanted to cry with worry. He didn’t have much experience with sick people. But part of him was really happy that he was here with Ichigo. Ichigo needed him, and he wouldn’t turn his back on someone he loved so dearly.

“Of course.” Renji smiled a warm loving smile at Ichigo.

They got comfortable on Ichigo’s bed and Renji wrapped his muscular, tattooed arms around Ichigo. Ichigo fell asleep immediately, but Renji lied there staring at Ichigo for an eternity and more. Renji felt the sweaty Ichigo’s forehead with his lips periodically to see how his temperature was holding out. Gradually, the fever broke, and Renji knew Ichigo would be fine.

His heart felt so filled with love for this orange-haired person that it felt it would burst. Before Renji fell asleep, he leaned in next to Ichigo’s ear, nuzzled him gently and whispered, “I love you so much, Ichigo. Get better soon. I want to take you somewhere special.”

Ichigo’s response was a simple nuzzle in return and a little coo. With that sound in his ears, Renji drifted off to sleep wrapped up with someone he loved dearly. And someone who dearly loved him.

x-posted everywhere i can think to...so if you see this again, my apologies!