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He clung tightly onto his back. Darn him and his reckless adrenaline-thirsty ways. One day he'd get them killed, but this was exactly the way he liked things.
The helmet was heavy on his head, and neither of them knew about the cut break cables, but all that mattered was their smiles and the feeling of being alive, so alive.
"Marco."
"...."
"Marco!"
"Look, guys, this game only works if you answer."
"Oh, uh-"
"MARCO!"
"P-"
"Polo."
"Frick, Renji you're still not answering, that's cheating. I'm gonna' peek if you don't quit it."
"He's underwater, man."
"Damn this .... UGH!" Yumichika screeched, kicking a hole straight through the paper shutter he'd been trying to fix for the last ten minutes.
"Holy shit, calm down," Ikkaku called from where he was doing sit ups in his academy uniform.
"I can't see that cute little boy with this stupid thing in the way," Yumichika whined, still messing with the stupid thing, looking at the damage he'd caused. "Oh, what a shame."
"Hisagi Shuuhei? Tch', he's not so little," Ikkaku spat. "He's everyone's boy hero, here."
"Yes, but I'm his senpai, aren't I? You saw how starry-eyed he was getting?"
"Oh Pssh."
"Aw, are you jealous? Nothing could ever come betwee-"
"Ugh, shut up," Ikkaku laughed.
Ikkaku laughed as the town burned around him. His heavy footsteps practically shook the ground as he and his clan pillaged the helpless human settlement. There was screaming and lots of little people running, trying to save their homes, but in vain.
All he wanted was gold, and maybe some sheep to eat.
It all went awry when he showed up... a rogue elven mage whose eyes showed a glint of what lay inside his soul: ice.
Yumichika whined to himself as he tried to balance the stupid bar and its stupid little bubble. Blast it all. He couldn't stand things like this, where he became obsessed with everythnig looking just so. He was trying to get the little bubble to stay inside the black lines, but he just couldn't seem to do it. The table top must not be completely flat.
"Ugh!" he screeched, throwing it on the floor and throwing a little fit. Ikkaku looked up from where he was sitting on the couch. He was sipping a lemonade and taking a break from painting their apartment and rewiring a socket. He looked pretty good in his toolbelt, and Yumichika was thinking of maybe abandoning his sulking in favor of breaking in their new couch, but all he did when he got up was snatch a screwdriver from Ikkaku's toolbox and use it to completely destroy that stupid level, not even caring if the yellowish liquid would stain the carpet. THey were replacing that anyway.
"Ya' okay there, babe?" Ikkaku asked in bewilderment, just in time to swear when Yumichika screamed and stomped on the thing, breaking it after jumping on it anywhere from ten to twenty times.
"You fucking idiot," Ikkaku mumbled as he bandaged up Yumichika's bloody feet.
Yumichika sighed, picking up stray socks off their tablelamp, shoving red plastic cups inside of a black garbage bag. Ikkaku was passed out on the couch, sleeping with his mouth open. Not surpised, Yumichika dodged the wet area of carpet under his boyfriend's head, sticking his foot out and shoving Ikkaku's face a little to move him back onto the couch so that he wasn't in danger of falling. The house was already enough of a wreck without adding another bloodstain to the collection.
The bathroom was a nightmare, and as Yumichika searched for cleaning surprise under the sink, he was surprised to find Renji's favorite headband tied around the sink drain pipe. It seemed that Ichigo had hid it on purpose again. Yumichika just sighed and pulled out his phone, which had a few frantic messages from a hungover Renji who was distraught without a forehead covering.
Ikkaku awoke long enough to eat some stale pizza out of the box and throw a couple of things away. He dragged the vaccum cleaner out and tried to kiss Yumichika, but Yumichika kept him at arm's length, complaining about his breath.
One of the things they enjoyed doing together the most was watching Renji fuck things up with Kurosaki. The kid tried to be nice and keep his cool, but he just couldn't help but argue and get into physical altercations with Ichigo, and after watching it for about a year, Ikkaku was starting to think that the two of them liked it that way.
It wasn't their style to be dirty in public. In fact, they hardly ever held hands in front of people, yet here they were in the library, Ikkaku with his pants around his knees. They were supposed to be working on a term paper, but had abandoned the work when Ikkaku got riled up by Yumichika's 'better-than-you' talk.
Now they were playing a game where Yumichika would torture him slowly and only give him what he wanted every time he found a ten-letter word or a four-syllable one. Ikkaku seriously thought he was going to die, because he couldn't shut up his own moans and on top of that, Yumichika was giving him that look that drove him absolutely nuts.
Yumichika didn't like bears. He'd much rather have a kitten or a fox pup, but the stupid bear baby wouldn't stop following him. He actually felt some cruel urge to kick the thing to keep him away from their campsite, and he barely restrained himself from strangling Ikkaku when he fed it.
All the men in Yumichika's life were like fire. Zaraki was a volcano, Ikkaku was a hot-head, Ichigo was a spit-fire, and Renji's head actually looked like it was aflame.
He, along with Rukia, ironically, were a few of the only people who could ever cool them down.
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