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Sep. 25th, 2005 02:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dethoratsTitle: A Not-So-Irregular Morning
Rating: G
Pairing: Chad/Ichigo (my first time so it sucks real bad)
Word Count: 400
“Hey! Hey Chad!”
Sado Yasutora paused, his long legs stilling as he turned to look over his shoulder towards the owner of the strident voice. The words “It’s Sado” were on his lips but he let them die there and allowed a small smile to be birthed in its place. Kurosaki Ichigo came pounding down the street, his school uniform shirttails flying out behind him and a piece of toast clutched in his waving hand. Clearly it had been another rough morning at the clinic. All week long Ichigo’s father had apparently been on some sort of new training rampage and the toll was finally starting to show on his son.
“Thanks for waitin’ man.” Ichigo chewed on his toast, one hand reaching back behind his head to rub at his neck. “I swear my dad is crazier than normal. I asked Yuzu if she had added anythin’ new to his diet, but she said no. And Karin didn’t hit him on the head any harder usual. So why is he dead set on trying to drive me crazy with trying to kill me so early in the morning?”
That was a lot of words out of Ichigo this early in the morning and Chad blinked down at the other boy while he tried to absorb it all. Ichigo was still kneading at the muscles of his neck and shoulders, muttering to himself about how strange his father was and what he intended to do for revenge. His friend’s question had been rhetorical, but there was something underneath it all. If nothing else, Chad knew how to be patient and quiet, how to let the silence stretch between them so that Ichigo would either settle or make himself speak again.
They had traveled two blocks with only the sound of Ichigo’s chewing and occasional muttering to accompany their footsteps when the boy spoke again. “Hey Chad, since it’s Friday and all and we only have half a day of school tomorrow…” He was working at his neck again, twisting it around to a chorus of loud popping noises. Chad reached out one large hand and laid it gently upon Ichigo’s neck, let strong fingers carefully manipulate the muscles and the top of the spinal column. “Ah…” was the only response he gave, but Ichigo smiled up in gratitude as his neck finally loosened up. “Thanks. I’ll take care of dinner.”
Rating: G
Pairing: Chad/Ichigo (my first time so it sucks real bad)
Word Count: 400
“Hey! Hey Chad!”
Sado Yasutora paused, his long legs stilling as he turned to look over his shoulder towards the owner of the strident voice. The words “It’s Sado” were on his lips but he let them die there and allowed a small smile to be birthed in its place. Kurosaki Ichigo came pounding down the street, his school uniform shirttails flying out behind him and a piece of toast clutched in his waving hand. Clearly it had been another rough morning at the clinic. All week long Ichigo’s father had apparently been on some sort of new training rampage and the toll was finally starting to show on his son.
“Thanks for waitin’ man.” Ichigo chewed on his toast, one hand reaching back behind his head to rub at his neck. “I swear my dad is crazier than normal. I asked Yuzu if she had added anythin’ new to his diet, but she said no. And Karin didn’t hit him on the head any harder usual. So why is he dead set on trying to drive me crazy with trying to kill me so early in the morning?”
That was a lot of words out of Ichigo this early in the morning and Chad blinked down at the other boy while he tried to absorb it all. Ichigo was still kneading at the muscles of his neck and shoulders, muttering to himself about how strange his father was and what he intended to do for revenge. His friend’s question had been rhetorical, but there was something underneath it all. If nothing else, Chad knew how to be patient and quiet, how to let the silence stretch between them so that Ichigo would either settle or make himself speak again.
They had traveled two blocks with only the sound of Ichigo’s chewing and occasional muttering to accompany their footsteps when the boy spoke again. “Hey Chad, since it’s Friday and all and we only have half a day of school tomorrow…” He was working at his neck again, twisting it around to a chorus of loud popping noises. Chad reached out one large hand and laid it gently upon Ichigo’s neck, let strong fingers carefully manipulate the muscles and the top of the spinal column. “Ah…” was the only response he gave, but Ichigo smiled up in gratitude as his neck finally loosened up. “Thanks. I’ll take care of dinner.”
