Extra: I made the icon relate back to the story!
Warning: BL/shonen-ai/yaoi, boy kiss in chapter 2

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“A summer carnival?” Ikkaku asked as he threw down the newspaper onto the coffee table. “Why would I want to go to one of those?” he asked, to no one in particular.

“Because it would be fun baby!” Mizuho exclaimed, inching close to her “lover”, who had taken a seat next to her (begrudgingly of course). It’s funny, Ikkaku and Yumichika had been at it for three days, doing everything form kissing, hugging, and groping to get Mizuho off of Ikkaku’s back, but it still hadn’t work. In fact, Ikkaku could’ve sworn that it made her like him more.

It was the beginning of July, and starting to feel like it too. The days’ temperatures’ were creeping up into the nineties. From about eight o’ clock in the morning to five o’ clock at night, people stayed hidden away in their houses while the sun crept up to its highest point. Then, around six, more and more people came out as the temperature dropped lower and lower. By the time eight o’ clock rolled around, and the sun had disappeared completely, life started back up again. Now, being the summer time, festivals popped up all over the place, sometimes at the last minute.

This week started off “Iriya no Asagao-ichi”, or the time morning glory flowers were celebrated. The whole town gathered in the local parks; the men in shorts and t-shirt, with yukata-garbed women on their arms. Of course, when you went to the Flower Festival in Katakura Town, it was custom to buy your girlfriend (or lover) a Morning Glory, to bring good luck in the relationship. If you didn’t, then you would likely be promptly dumped the next day.

Now, Ikkaku wasn’t the smartest shinigami in the Gotei 13, but he certainly wasn’t the dumbest. He knew that Mizuho wanted him to accompany her to the Iriya Festival, so that he would buy her a Morning Glory, and start their “life” together. But Ikkaku felt that he could twist this to his own advantage.

“’Sounds like a good idea. Yumichika’s liked festivals ever since we were kids. I’m sure he’d be ecstatic to receive his first Morning Glory as well…” He said, trying to hold back an evil smile as he looked down at the newspaper. He dared a peek upward to see Mizuho, looking quite P.O’ed, but trying to hold her smile at the same time. “Oh…well, I’m sure you have a great time at the festival…baby…” she said begrudgingly, her smile turning to a snarl. Ikkaku ignored it, picked up a magazine, and started flipping through it.

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Yumichika was in his room, neatly tucking Renji’s manga back into the airtight plastic container he had received them in. He had taken all the notes he could from them, but it was still sad to see them go. Maybe he could get Ikkaku to finally go to a bookstore to him, and pick up a few copies. Even though most of them were just mindless, plotless, smut (though that he saw anything wrong with that), a few of them were well thought out, and the author had clearly put a lot of thought into its characters and setting.

As soon as the airtight lid was closed on the box and neatly slipped under his bed when there was a knock at the door. “Coming,” he said. He unlocked the door and opened it to find Mizuho, looking exactly like Yumichika had when Ikkaku spilled sake all over his favorite blouse. “Can I…help you?” Yumichika asked, raising and eyebrow.

“You have some nerve, hooking up with my boyfriend like that!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.

“Boyfriend? I’m afraid I don’t know who your talking about…” Yumichika smirked.

“Don’t play dumb with me! Ikkaku was just about to propose when you butted in with your big butt!” Mizuho yelled. Now, if there was one thing Yumichika lacked in, it certainly wasn’t self-confidence, and this sent him over the edge.

“Well, well, well, Mizu-ho! All I can say to that is that my butt isn’t big, it’s just voluptuous!” he half said half yelled as he slammed the door in her face. He locked the door just as he heard her scraping at it with her long fingernails, he screams muffled by the thick wooden door.

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The week up until the festival was brutal for Yumichika. Mizuho had done nothing but yell, kick and scream about (and at) him, saying how he “stole” Ikkaku away from her, and how Ikkaku had loved her all along, and was only going out with Yumichika because they were friends, and Ikkaku didn’t want to hurt Yumichika’s feeling.

Somewhere between the Monday morning, when Yumichika woke up to find his very expensive, Hanabi-Green-Tea had been dumped outside the window, and the Tuesday evening when Mizuho muttered the word “bitch” behind his back so many times it would rival that said in a marathon of “Flavor of Love”, he snapped. That early Wednesday morning, Ikkaku and Yumichika hatched a plan.

Wednesday Morning

Ikkaku grunted and groaning as he folded up his portable bed and shoved it through the little room he shared with Yumichika. Mizuho, angry that her “beauty sleep” had been interrupted, stuck her heard out of the door to her room, and yelled a few choice words.

“Oh! It’s just you baby…” she said calmly, once she realized the it was Ikkaku making the inhuman noises. “What’re you doing to your bed?”

“Nothing much. Yumi just had this great idea last night. He thought that we should sleep in the same bed. You know, to get to know each other a little better. Besides, cuddling is fun, and Yuum-Yuum seems eager about it, so I’m more than willing to make him happy!” That last line was so full of fake-enthusiasm; Ikkaku thought his smile might break his whole body in half, instead of just his face. Personally, he had no intention of sleeping next to “Yuum-Yuum”, and as soon as Mizuho’s light was out, he was going to silently move his cot back, sleep, then move it back out in the morning (all of the racket was intentional, he wanted Mizuho to come out and notice his “moving”.

Mizuho didn’t look nearly as “cheerful” though. Her face was contorted in a twist of anger and hatred and disgust.

The second Ikkaku went out on a breakfast-run (for juice, donuts, and some more tea for Yumichika), Mizuho paid yet another visit to her archenemy, Yumichika. Unfortunately for her, he was curled up in bed, softly snoring away (despite the fact he denied that he snored at all). He had recently boughten a new sleep-yukata, made a light, yet durable material (of course, he had lied and said that Ikkaku had bought it for him, just to push Mizuho’s buttons). Yumichika was actually very picky when it came to sleepwear, most things were too hot, most things were too cold; it was very rare for him to settle on something, so he tried to act overly excited when “Ikkaku” gave it to him (and he never let Mizuho forget it the rest of the day).

Mizuho yanked the covers off the bed; awakening Yumichika from a delicate, light sleep. “Uggh…Ikkaku?” Yumichika whined, “Is it time for class already? Just tell Sensei I’ll be out for a few more minutes…”

“Get out of bed, you fat freeloader!” Mizuho yelled. Yumichika shot up. Funny, even if you told him the building was on fire, he would’ve stayed in bed, but it you told him something impolite about himself, or that his favorite lavender scarf happened to be burning in said house fire, Yumichika would get out of bed faster than you could call him a “freeloader”.

“Pardon me, but I’m afraid you’ve interrupted my beauty sleep with your outrageous man voice. Why don’t you turn around and go back to bed yourself. After all, it still looks like you need more sleep, what with those bags under your eyes and pale skin. And if I were you, I’d also brush my teeth, because my teeth smell like a dog that’s been splashing around in the mud for too long.”

Mizuho turned red. “Your mother must not have taught you manners. But then again, where could she find the time to, being with a different man each day? No wonder you try to get attention all the time!” she sneered, as she stormed off. That was a low blow. Yumichika sat on the bed, too stunned to say anything. What she said wasn’t true, of course. Well, not all of it. Yumichika’s mother was with a different man each day; his grandfather, the tax collector, the schoolteacher. She never had a boyfriend, much less a husband for that matter, ever since Yumichika’s father died when Yumi was just a baby. Yumichika wanted to cry, not because of the mean things Mizu-ho had said, but instead for his own rotten life before Ikkaku had saved him. He also cried because he was too upset about himself to defend his mother.

Walking over to the dresser, he opened up the bottom drawer, and pulled out a small box. Inside was an old doll, faded from the love it’d received over the years. He hugged it tight. At least she was always there for him.

Ikkaku then called from the kitchen. “Yuu, breakfast! Your tea is ready, too!” Yumichika tucked the doll back inside its dresser-box and smiled. Pretending to be gay or not, Ikkaku was Yumichika’s family, and best friend, and that would not change.

He ran into the kitchen smiling. “Hey Yuu, allergies getten to ya? Your eyes are all red…” Ikkaku pointed out.

"Yeah 'Yuu'" Asano chucked, still completely oblivious to the whole “we’re gay” thing. Yumichika sat down next to Ikkaku, and as far away from Mizuho as possible. He daintily ate his eggs, or at least that’s what he portrayed. In reality, he didn’t really feel like eating, but instead wanted to show Mizuho that no matter what she said, he still loved Ikkaku, and he wasn’t about to give up. “So, today’s the big Iriya Festival. They say if you go exactly an hour early, you get a free nikuman!” Asano cheered between mouthfuls of toast and eggs.

“You goin’ with anybody?” Ikkaku couldn’t help but ask.

“Yeah, you know. Fewer girls that usual, only about twenty, you know? Most of them couldn’t come because they’re in the Swedish swimsuit compititon. Lucky the other ones got off, just last week they were posing for this lingerie magazine…”

“You goin’ with Mizuiro again?” Mizuho asked bluntly. Keigo stopped mid story. “Yes…” he whined, looking down at his almost-empty plate.

“Thanks for reminding me, though. Hey, Yuuko…”Ikkaku said. Yumichika looked up. Ikkaku only used that nickname when he was really talking to Yumichika, instead of just bouncing ideas off of him. It was coined during his childhood, when Ikkaku was too undereducated to spell out “Yumichika Ayasegawa” in full kanji. “Care to accompany me to the Iriya festival tonight? They say the person you come with is supposed to be your closest lover…” he said, getting down on one knee at Yumichika’s feet. He made a lightening-fast glance over to Mizuho, who was turning a very interesting shade of blue. Yumichika couldn’t help but smile. Not only did he accomplish to anger Mizuho, he was going with the one man he truly loved. This was every girl’s (err, “guys”) dream. Yumichika held out his hand. Ikkaku gave it a soft peck, touching his lips to the soft, thin skin on top of Yumichika’s hand. “I’d be glad to accompany you!” Yumichika said, flashing a smile as wide as his face. Mizuho, now a deep shade of violet, stormed off to her room, where she proceeded to scream.

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The whole downtown Karakura Town, and the park, were all lit up for the festival. Left and right, vendors were barking their prices as the sweet scent of Morning Glories and other flowers wafted through the air.

Ikkaku carried a blanket and a picnic basket on his shoulders, and Yumichika walked next to him, carrying another blanket. Ikkaku was dressed in just a t-shirt and pants, but Yumichika was all decked out in a pink yukata (a silent remembrance of the day he first met Ikkaku), wearing jewelry, and with his hair all done. In reality, he was the only man dressed in a yukata at the festival, but he didn’t care, he was just as pretty as the other women, if not prettier.

Ikkaku set the blanket and basket down on a flat part of the grassy hill with the hundreds of other blankets, awaiting the fireworks at midnight. The blanket Yumi had carried was to wrap around the two of them, in case they got cold (or if Yumichika insisted on snuggling), and the picnic basket wasn’t filled with food, but instead, a bottle of fine wine, and three glasses (one for each of them, one in case one ended up broken). Alcohol was allowed, so long as no minors were caught drinking, then a fine was sent out to everybody who had brought liquor. After setting up camp, Ikkaku and Yumichika set out to roam the festival.

The whole festival was a beautiful sight. People from all over were dressed in yukata’s and other summer wear, lights were strung up, and food was being sold. “I’ll be right back,” said Ikkaku, running off. Meanwhile, Yumichika watched children run around, playfully chasing each other. One little girl, at the tail end of they’re little race, fell down, but just as Yumichika was about to go over and help her, another little boy came over and helped her up and dusted her off. Even from a distance, Yumichika could see them blush. He smiled to himself. Is that what Ikkaku and I were like as kids? Little ones who don’t have to talk to express that they’re friends? he mused. Then Ikkaku came back, carrying and over-sized stuffed panda. “Hey, Yuu, this is for you,” he said, swinging the massive bear onto Yumichika’s shoulders. Yumi stumbled; the thing must have been at least fifteen pounds. Ikkaku then leaned in, “I got it so that we look more like a couple,” he beamed at his own little idea, more so that he came up with it on his own. Yumichika also gave a little smile.

“Thanks, but when we take it home, we gotta make sure Yachiru doesn’t get to it!” Yumichika chuckled. The two laughed together. “Hey Ikkaku, do you find if I roam the festival alone for a few minutes? I just need to think about some things,”

“Anything bothering you?”

“No, I just felt like running off on my own for a little bit. Don’t take offense though! I really do like spending my first festival with you…”

“No offense at all, just don’t get yourself lost of raped, and I’ll be fine,” Ikkaku said, walking off and waving. Yumichika smiled as he headed to the nearest food stand.

“’N what can I get for you, little lady,” the taiyaki vendor asked Yumichika. Yumichika felt his temperature go up a few degrees, but he was used to it. “I’ll have two, please,” he asked. Just a few minutes later, Yumichika went to the next stall. And the one after that. And the one after that.

About half an hour and a dozen food stalls later, Yumichika sat himself down at a picnic table, with his bear beside him on the bench.

He was halfway done with his yakisoba when Matsumoto came and sat down across from him. “Oh, hello Matsumoto,” said Yumichika, “what brings you here?”

“It’s a festival. I love festivals!” she exclaimed.

“Is Captain Hitsugaya with you?”

“Oh no, he said he’s not into the whole festival thing, but I’m still gonna bring him something food-related,”

"Oh, well that’s nice,”

“Yeah, but what’re you doing with all that food? Stressed out?” Matsumoto asked. Yumichika snickered.

“You know me all too well, Matusmoto-san. Cheese fry?” Yumichika said, handing over some cheese fires to Matsumoto.

“Worried about Ikkaku? I wouldn’t, if I were you. Ikkaku is just an independent man, if he runs off, even the last thing on your mind shouldn’t be that he’s with another wom…er…person,”

“Well, that’s not what I’m worried about. You’ve known about my crush on him since our academy days. The only problem is that he’s too much of an independent man; he never sticks around long enough to discover my feelings for him. I mean, the first day you met us, you could tell. I’m known Ikkaku for almost one hundred and sixty years, and he hasn’t said anything.”

“Are you saying that you think one day he’ll just come right out and say that he loves you? No offense, but most of the time, it doesn’t work like that…” said Matusmoto, polishing off Yumichika’s cheese fries.

“Yeah. Part of me wants it to be like that, but the other part just wants me to keep it a secret that I like him, you know, it almost feels more fun that way…”

“Hmm, interesting” Matsumoto said, starting on Yumichika’s yakisoba. Then, Ikkaku came up behind Yumichika, grabbing his shoulder. Yumichika yelped.

“Wow, in that yukata, with that scream, you make a pretty good girl!” Ikkaku chuckled, handing Yumichika a bouquet of roses. In the middle was a single morning glory. “Thank you,” said Yumichika, a slight sadness in his voice. The flowers were kind, but it was just all an act to make them both look more like a couple. There was no love behind those flowers.

But Yumichika tried to put that in the back of his mind. “How sweet of you!” he smiled, cheering up, “Are you ready for fireworks?”

“Let’s go then, we have to carry all of your food back too, and it’ll be easier before the crowds come”. Ikkaku suggested. Matsumoto finished off the last of the yakisoba as Ikkaku hobbled away, mounds/ pounds (change?) of food in his arms.

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The night sky lit up as the fireworks went off. Yumichika and Ikkaku were sharing the last stick of takoyaki and the bottle of wine. When they went to reach for the last ball, there hands touched. Jerking back, Yumichika blushed. He silently thanked the darkness, and he could blame the red tinge on the fireworks. “Umm, take it” Yumichika offered.

“If you say so,” said Ikkaku, taking up on his offer as he snagged the last one. Yumichika almost wished that Ikkaku had offered it back, like all of the boyfriends did in the manga he had recently returned. He also hoped that it would end with a passionate kiss, but that seemed too far off as well. Ikkaku grabbed the blanket, and swung it around both their shoulders. “Let’s stay like this for a while, it looks like Mizuho’s watching…” Ikkaku snickered. Sure enough, Mizuho, sharing a blanket with Keigo and Mizuiro, was pouting.

Yumichika felt like crying again. Not because of Mizuho’s pout, but instead of Ikkaku’s excuse. They never spent any time together any more, everything had be an excuse to keep Mizuho off Ikkaku’s back. Not that Yumichika didn’t want to help his friend, no, he was more than happy too, but everyone and a while, he’d like the lustful smile or the peck on the cheek to be for real, not pretend. He buried his nose into Ikkaku’s sleeve and tried to forget it. He gently touched his bouquet of flowers, and smiled. It’s like what I said to Matsumoto, he thought, maybe playing pretend is a little fun. After all, I can express my love for Ikkaku without him knowing it; who knows what’d happen to our friendship if he really found out. This is a nice way to start…he finished, falling asleep on Ikkaku’s shoulder.

Title: Fake Love, For Real
Authors: sudachi_kun, and her good friend Caitlin
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tite Kubo. This story (every other chapter, starting at chapter 2) was written with the help of my friend.
Major Characters: Yumichika Ayasegawa, Ikkaku Madarame, and Mizuho Asano
Rating: Teen, or, PG-13
Notes: Idea based off of a Princess Princess story. 
Summery: Ikkaku and Yumichika have the perfect plan: pretend to be lovers to keep Keigo's crazy sister, Mizuho, off of Ikkaku's back. But what happens when this little act goes deeper than both of them thought would happen?

Extra: I made the icon relate back to the story!
Warning: BL/shonen-ai/yaoi, boy kiss in chapter 2

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That night, Yumichika spent hours researching the Boys Love manga and magazines that Renji had let him borrow. Yumichika had tried to ask Renji where he had gotten them, but Renji had brushed him off, saying he was too busy to talk. So there Yumi sat, Yaoi all around him, taking notes (SKN*-- on Hello Kitty stationary :) ). Ikkaku, as if on queue, entered the room. Yumi protectively pulled a manga out of the path of Ikkaku’s foot

            “What the hell is this?” Ikkaku asked, picking a book up. “Porn?” he asked as he then dropped the book. Yumichika caught it, sticking his tongue out at Ikkaku.

            “No! They’re homosexual erotic novels.” Yumi said, matter-of-factly.

            “So it’s gay porn…” Ikkaku said, rolling his eyes. “Just so you know, I’m not gonna…” he looked at the cover of another graphic book “, doing… that,” he muttered. Yumi laughed. “Of course we’re not…” Yumi’s grin widened, “we just have to make her think we are…”

            Ikkaku pretended to gag, and Yumi laughed again. Then, they heard something outside the door. “Oh no! It’s her!” Ikkaku exclaimed.

            “Ikkaku hunny! I’m home!”. They knew that voice; it was Mizuho. They could hear her fumbling with the doorknob.

            Yumi quickly grabbed Ikkaku’s hands, putting them on his chest, and tugged him in for a “passionate” kiss.

            “Ikkaku, I…” She was silent. “N…N…No!” she screamed, turning on her heels and running.

Yumi smiled, and pushed Ikkaku away. Ikkaku spit, as if trying to get rid of a bad taste in his mouth.

“What?!” Yumi exclaimed, offended. “I’ve brushed my teeth seven times today!”

“That’s not the point!” Ikkaku screamed, “You’re a man!”

“No…” Yumi purred, “I’m your boyfriend,” he said, giving Ikkaku a peck on the cheek. “Now…” Yumi picked up a hairbrush, “Come help me fix my hair.”

As Ikkaku brushed Yumi’s hair, Yumi prayed he couldn’t see the blush that had been on his face since the kiss. I mean, it’s not like he rolls that way…, Yumi thought, practically tearing at the thought that his love would never be returned. Snap out of it!, he commanded himself silently; you’ve still got a shot, right?

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* SKN- means “sudachi_kun note”, I just added this while typing it up, because come on. We all know Yumichika owns Hello Kitty stationary…

Title: Fake Love, For Real
Authors: sudachi_kun, and her good friend Caitlin
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tite Kubo. This story (every other chapter, starting at chapter 2) was written with the help of my friend.
Major Characters: Yumichika Ayasegawa, Ikkaku Madarame, and Mizuho Asano
Rating: Teen, or, PG-13
Notes: Idea based off of a Princess Princess story. 
Summery: Ikkaku and Yumichika have the perfect plan: pretend to be lovers to keep Keigo's crazy sister, Mizuho, off of Ikkaku's back. But what happens when this little act goes deeper than both of them thought would happen?

Extra: I made the icon relate back to the story!
Warning: BL/shonen-ai/yaoi, boy kiss in chapter 2
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Covered with the flowers,
Instantly I'd like to die
In this dream of ours!
-Etsujin.

“I’m back…” said Ikkaku, dragging bags of groceries though the door, dripping wet with rain. It had been pouring all day, something that usually left Ikkaku distraught. What was the point of rain anyway? It didn’t do much; sure it kept crops watered, feeding hundreds of people all over the world and the Soul Society, but it also made Zaraki smell like a wet dog (but then again, it couldn't even be compared to how Captain Komamura was after a summer shower) and that in itself seemed to rule out the goodness of rain all together. But then again, what could Ikkaku do about it?

He dragged (yes, dragged; the bags were so weighted down with “essential” hair care products that Yumichika had “needed” him to get) the plastic bags into the living room (that’s only as far as he got…), before flopping back down onto the couch, tired. From the bathroom, he could distinctly hear Yumichika’s offbeat, off-key, strangled-cat singing as the shower ran. Ikkaku never had the heart to tell him that his singing was terrible; and every morning, as well as every evening, of every year, of every century, of every millennium, Ikkaku put up with it. It wasn’t his fault that he and his friend weren’t financially or mentally stable enough to have separate apartments; they had been best friends since childhood too. He leaned his head back, so that his neck was comfortably resting on the gold- colored cushion. Surprisingly, he actually did remember the first time he met Yumichika, centuries ago, in Rukongon District eighteen. Deep within his mind, a picture formed…

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A little child (in both age and stature), garbed in a pink-sakura-patterned kimono, lay the mud, crying. A boy went up to him, also covered in mud, after chasing away the kids that had pushed the first child down. The boy tucked his play-wooden-sword into his belt and knelt down to the other child. “Hey girlie, those guys are gone, you wanna get up?” he coaxed with an outstretched hand. A muffled noise came from the other child (he was, after all, face down). “What was that?” the boy asked. Then the other child sat up, rubbing the mud from his eyes (this wasn’t the brightest idea, as his hands were muddier than his eyes were to begin with). “I said, ‘I’m not a girl’,” the boy peeped, picking himself up. “And I’m not “girlie” I’m Yumichika. And thank you for saving me,” said Yumichika as he picked himself up and brushed off his kimono.

“Whatever…” scoffed young Ikkaku as he started to walk away.

“Wait…what’s you name?” asked Yumichika, putting his hands behind his back and looking at his feet, in clear embarrassment of having to ask the name of his rescuer.

“Oh…If it really matters to you, it’s Ikkaku. Ikkaku Mada…”

“Can I tag along with you!” Yumichika shouted.

“Why?”

“Just…so those bad people don’t come back…” Yumichika looked down at his feet again, his face blushing as pink as his kimono.

“Fine. Just keep up!” Ikkaku shouted over his shoulder as he broke into a run, with little Yumichika jogging behind, making an effort not to trip in his kimono.

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As soon as the blissful flashback ended, Ikkaku was ambushed from behind. A girl, about age seventeen, had come up behind him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and squeezed. Hard. Ikkaku struggled to get away from the girl; despite the fact his head was slowly turning blue. After a five-minute battle, Ikkaku won, flinging the girl over his head and onto an armchair. “What is wrong with you girl? That’s the fifth time you've attacked me today! What do you have against me!” Ikkaku shouted as the girl giggled in her upside-down position.

“I have nothing against you, baby! All I do is want to share my love with you!” she leapt off of the chair with a speed to rival that of a captain’s shunpo, and broke out into a run towards Ikkaku.

It was quite a chase; four chairs flipped over, two tables leapt across, and one very sorry Keigo who had just been flattened. “Hey! Kid! Get your crazy sister away from me!” Ikkaku shouted (very loudly, I might add).

“No can do!” shouted Keigo over the commotion. “Whenever she gets like this, you can’t get within ten feet of her without the risk of being trampled! It's like she's rabid or something!” At that second, Keigo’s sister (“Mizuho”, which you could tell by simply taking a peek into her room, where every corner was dripping with red paint that spelled out “MIZUHO AND IKKAKU 4EVAR”) skidded to a stop at her brother’s feet. “Are you trying to compare me to some sort of wild animal, you moron!” the overly obsessive girl yelled as she took hold of the younger boy’s collar.

This was Ikkaku’s only chance. He started out slowly tiptoeing away, which then quickly turned to a run for the bathroom: the only room in the house “the Psycho” (as in, what Yumichika, Ikkaku, and sometimes Keigo called Mizuho when she wasn’t around) wouldn’t be able to get to him. He flew open the door and ran inside.

The inside of the bathroom could only be described by one word: “aerosol”. Everybody who knew Yumichika could say this truthfully, if you walked into a bathroom in which he had occupied, you could be guarantied a stiffer hairstyle by the time you walked out, due to the lung-clogging amounts of hair spray in the air. “What’s up?” asked Yumichika, not taking his eyes off of his own reflection, where he was keeping an eye on the hairspray can positioned carefully above his head.

“Nothing much, but the Psycho is at it again…” coughed Ikkaku, choking on his friend’s beauty products.

“Good for you…” Yumichika wasn’t even listening, as he was now carefully adding eyelash glue to the feathers he normally placed on his eyelash and eyebrow.

“No, it’s not good!” shouted Ikkaku, “That girl is driving me crazy! I swear if I didn’t need a place to stay, then I wouldn’t have come within fifty miles of that madwoman! I need a plan to get her of my back…” Ikkaku though as he leaned against the door. A bolt of lighting struck down outside.

“Sounds like the storm's getting pretty fierce…” said Yumichika as he started to plug in his hair-dryer.

“Hey, Yumi, I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” started Ikkaku, but he was too late. A crack of thunder sounded outside, result in a tiny bolt of lightning jumping from the outlet to Yumichika’s hand. The shock not only caused his hair to poof, but also caused him to stumble backwards, landing right in Ikkaku’s arms, and for the power to go out.

So there they stood. Ikkaku and Yumichika. In the dark. With Ikkaku holding Yumichika close to his chest (where in reality, Yumichika had simply slipped on a glob of hair gel, and fell into Ikkaku's arms, grabbing his biceps for support). “Get off of me!” shouted Ikkaku, pushing Yumichika off of his body, “If somebody saw us, they’d think we were gay!” The power came back on at that moment, and Yumichika looked up at Ikkaku, and Ikkaku back at Yumichika. “That’s it!” they both shouted at the same time.
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Well, I like things that are funny, but I like a little bit of ramance in anime too. Nothing scary/sad for me, though. I'm kind of sad like that...
Anyway, I am fully accepting of yaoi and yuri. I don't really like the hardcore stuff, so I'm guessing I like "shonen-ai" then. I don't really read yuri/shojo-ai, but I'm still accepting of it.
Anywho, I like a lot of pairings. Mostly from Bleach, because, so far, that is my favorite anime, for now. Hopefully the makers of "+Anima" can get off their butts and make an anime...
Hopefully, I can join some communities, and get some fanfiction up soon!