Abarai Renji is tenacious. (renji) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-09 01:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, ichigo kurosaki, renji abarai |
Who: Ichigo Kurosaki, Renji Abarai
What: Meeting at Renji’s work to warn Ichigo about the dream related weird that’s going on.
When: after a bunch of yelling at each other on the network mkay?
Rating: Medium-High for loud, language, and name calling. Not to mention these two being...these two.
Status: Complete!
Another day at the drive thru. There was one of those lulls between orders, so Renji had his baseball cap (with pineapple logo!) turned around backwards on his head, and he was sitting next to the drive-thru window, chowing down on grilled pineapple skewers until they were ALL GONE.
“Hey, Jesus,” and Renji actually said Jeezus and not Hey-seus (and it doesn’t matter since that’s not the cook’s name anyway), “make me some more of those things, would ya?”
‘Jesus’ only shook his head at the tattooed idiot working the drive-thru window and got cooking. How Renji was still working there was a miracle, because he ate at least half the day’s profits. The only things he had going for him was that he was punctual and reliable. He never called in sick. Ne never was a no-show. Other than that, he ate too much and yelled a lot. And kicked the shit out of people trying to pull a hold up, right in their stupid faces. Armed or unarmed.
...ok, so that’s probably why he was still working there. He’s a combo drive-thru dude slash bouncer.
All right, so some dude on the network was going on about him owing him a pair of stupid ass sunglasses. Whatever. Ichigo wasn’t exactly fond of the idea, but he supposed he should probably at least see the guy in person to see if he’d really met him before. However, Ichigo didn’t have a car. Yeah, he was probably the one teenager in Orange County who didn’t own a car. But, whatever. He walked into the drive thru, and practically yelled into the speaker when he heard a voice greet him.
“HEY, is the DUMBASS working here today?” blurted Ichigo loudly, his tone sounding like he could care less, laid back and carefree, yet somehow he made it seem urgent all at that same time, in that typical Ichigo manner of his.
Renji just about fell off the counter he was sitting on, when his right ear was bellowed into with a blast of static and name calling. Right there, in front of coworkers and patrons alike, he hit the button to talk back and yelled right into the mic, "WHAT THE HELL, DUMBASS! DON'T YELL AND JUST COME TO THE FRIGGIN’ WINDOW!"
Renji didn't bother to look up and see that Ichigo was walking, but that's not like it would have stopped him from helping anyone. Renji sort of ignored the 'no vehicle, no service' rule on a regular basis. He pretty much slammed the window open (it can happen, he says so) and tried to get both arms out it, along with his head.
"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, RETARD!" he bellowed, now all deaf in one ear and everything. And even though he might be loud and angry sounding, and his manager is tapping her foot behind him, he was sort of eager to see this guy from his dreams. So much so that he drew in a breath and shook a fist out the window while hollering, "GAWD DAMMIT YOU'RE SLOW!"
"Mister Abarai," the manager said, "take your break to talk to your friend." He was so lucky that she had the hots for him, even though she's married. At least he supplied some eye candy while she was at work? Now if only he would STFU, she could enjoy it more.
"WHA?! He's not my friend," Renji protested. His eyes went beady and his lower jaw stuck out, stubbornly, as he said under his breath in a darkened tone of voice, "...whatever."
He was left leaning out the window and waiting for Ichigo, without disturbing the people trying to eat. For the time being, at least.
Amused to see who this guy was who thought that he owed him a pair of sunglasses, Ichigo made his way forward to the window to find himself face to face with a spiky red-haired guy who apparently thought tattoos and bandanas were cool still. Ichigo burst out laughing, never mind his own bright orange hair. Nope, just look the other way, please!
And that’s all he did, for a good few minutes, until he finally faced Renji and grinned at him still. “So, you’re the dumbass who thinks I owe you a pair of stupid sunglasses. I don’t know you and I’ve never met you before in my life, so I don’t know where the hell you’re getting the idea that I owe you a damn thing! And actually, you’re probably the one who owes me some food or something, since I came through your damn line and all.”
Renji just pointed at Ichigo because - OH YEAH - he remembered that guy from his dreams as the same guy. While Ichigo laughed, Renji had a vein that looked ready to pop right off his forehead and go splat on the ground by the open window. That was until Ichigo said that and then Renji noticed something, too.
"...what the fuck? HEH! You don't have a car?!" He pointed at Ichigo, while gloating. "EVEN I HAVE A CAR, DUMBASS! Why didn't you just come in? HA HA HA! HOW OLD ARE YOU, TWELVE?!"
"Mister Abarai, take your break outside," the manager said, before she took one of his empty drink cups and beaned it right off the back of his head. His manager had uncanny aim.
"OWCH! Uhh.....yeah I'll go do that. You. Hold on." He took off his hat and THREW it out the window at Ichigo before he disappeared for a moment, emerging out a side door for employees only, a few seconds later. He still had the bandana on his head, but now the full extent of his bright red spiky ponytail could be seen, as well as some of those tattoos on his eyebrows and forehead.
"All right," Renji popped his knuckles and smiled like a maniac. "I'm clocked out on my break. Let's take this to the parking lot, numb nuts."
“Hey! I just moved here. FROM JAPAN, DUMBASS. Takes a while to get a stupid driver’s license here anyway!” blurted Ichigo loudly, never mind those staring faces watching him and whatnot. Nope, they weren’t important, not at all! When Renji disappeared, Ichigo stomped his foot impatiently until he found himself with a hat in his face. He then stomped on it, promptly, and once Renji appeared, Ichigo crossed his arms, then shoved the hat back at the other, all while laughing because come on. The guy had long red hair!
“I don’t give a damn if you’re working or on break or whatever the hell you’re doing,” blurted Ichigo again, shaking his head in annoyance. “I don’t owe you fucking sunglasses, dumbass! I don’t even know who the hell you are or how you know me!”
When it was shoved at him, Renji's hands had flap batted at the hat until it went flying off to the side somewhere.
"So you walked over here? Heh! LAME." Renji's face looked as red as his hair did, due to his rising blood pressure. "And what the hell are you laughing at?! You're the one who has the dumb lookin' hair!"
Oh no, they are going there already. Next it will be making fun of the eyebrow tattooing and tattoo ninjas and general stubborn overload.
"You know what? SHUTTUP FOR A MINUTE," Renji bellowed at the top of his lungs. "Shit's getting weird around here. I had dream with you in it, ya dumbass! You could be next! It's all over that stupid network thing, unless you can't read in ENGLISH, you can see what's happening. You gotta get outta here before it gets you too and someone tattoos your fuggin' face and mattresses impale you and cats are flying on strings. I don't give a fuck about the sunglasses now. I'm trying to warn you in case shit gets WEIRD!"
And it isn't weird when they're having that conversation in the drive thru lane at a teriyaki burger joint. A car pulled up, Renji turned and gave it a death glare, and they promptly backed up and drove away.
At the bellowing, Ichigo did shut up. Dreams were real, then. Huh. Interesting. He shoved his hands into his pockets and gave the red-haired kid a serious look. “So, what sort of weird shit is happening in your damn dreams that you feel you’ve got to warn me?”
Wait, what? Ichigo could be serious? Yeah, he had his moments, and this was one of them. One of his serious moments where he was actually trying to understand things for once. Whatever it was had this guy weirded out enough to try to get Ichigo’s attention, and really, that act alone had told the orange-haired teen that something was up.
Renji stuck his lower jaw out, stubbornly, and pointed at his forehead.
"This hair color? It used to be dyed. Now it isn't. I haven't dyed it in two months now. It's growing outta my friggin' head like this. The tattoos? Dreamed about having them. Guess what? Woke up with them. Now either there's some damn tattoo ninjas that need a can of WHOOP ASS opened on 'em, or there's something not right about this place. And you? Were in one of those dreams. That's why I'm weirded the hell out right now."
Renji stopped pointing at his face and folded his arms over himself, while frowning. He didn't want to give any details, because that might make him seem like he was totally crazy. But it wasn't like Ichigo couldn't look it up, himself, and see what was going on, with all the people in the area talking about it on social networks, and all the weird stuff going on.
"There's something happening and I don't know what," an obstinate looking Renji tried to explain, even if he didn't have any real explanations for it. "I don't give a crap about the sunglasses anymore. I'll buy my own 'cause they're cheaper here anyway. I am warning you that ya better watch your ass, Ichigo. In case it starts happening to you, too."
Ichigo tilted his head a moment, thinking briefly. So whatever happened in these dreams carried over into real life, huh? He shrugged, not really caring that much overall. “If whatever happens in these dreams helps me to protect my family,” remarked Ichigo pointedly, “then I’m game for it. Hell, I don’t really care, to be honest. I’ll deal with it when it comes to me.”
He shrugged briefly, stuffing his hands into his pockets again. “There’s something you’re not telling, but you know, whatever. You’ll tell me when you’re ready to, that’s all. Something you’re hiding about these damn dreams. I’m not in any rush to find out about them, but if it happens to me, then, well, I’ll find out when it does. Not sure why you’re making such a big damn deal about it all.”
"Uhh." Renji hesitated and his gaze shifted off to one side, momentarily. True to form though, he chose to dive right into it, but without making himself sound like more of a idiot freak than he already did. "If I tell you, you're gonna think it's even weirder? But here goes. You and I fought each other. I mean not this stupid shit here, but with swords. I don't know how to explain it without sounding more stupid and if I tell ya the details, then I won't know if this is real or not. So if you have one of those dreams, you're gonna have to let me know. Got it?"
He scowled at Ichigo and then shrugged. "It's not a huge deal, but it is at the same time, because they're happening to a lot of people. Myself included. That's all. Now tell me what ya want to eat and I'll have Manuel fix it for ya. And don’t walk through the drive-thru again. Only assholes do that kinda crap. You asshole."
“You’re the one who told me where you work,” responded Ichigo with a shrug, “didn’t make much sense to walk into the restaurant to ask for the drive-thru guy.” He was thoughtful though, tilting his head a moment as he tried to picture what Renji had just told him. “If we fought, it means to me that you probably attacked something close to me. So, don’t do that, and we won’t fight, got it?” Ichigo’s hands were still shoved neatly into his pockets, not really caring about what else was going on around him.
“As for these dreams, like I said. If it means I get to protect my family, then whatever comes will come. And that’s how it’s gonna be. If whatever fighting skills I have in this dreams is something I get from that, then I’m fine with it.” As for what he wanted...Ichigo stared at the menu behind him a moment. “Er, well. Guess I’ll take whatever you’ve got on special. And I better not have to pay for it, since you’re the dumbass who wanted me to come here, not the other way around.”
There was a long moment of silence where Renji simply stared at the other guy, like he was trying to figure out a really difficult math problem. The mind? It be boggled.
"...you're freakin' unbelievable, but whatever." What Ichigo said made sense, probably because he was hearing it from someone that seemed to be more his level. Was he willing to admit that maybe it wasn't a mattress on the attack or cats on strings or tattoo ninjas? Hell no. Stubborn is as stubborn does, and Renji was totally stubborn. "Fine, I'll tell Juan to fix it to go and it'll be free. At least you had the balls to show up. And...oh, hey, waitaminute?! I didn't tell ya to walk through the drive-thru, DID I? Everyone knows not to walk through the drive-thru even if I help 'em anyway when they do, we're not supposed to. IN YOUR FACE, ICHIGO! YA IDIOT."
He pointed at Ichigo's face and grinned so even his molars showed. And he backed up toward the door, still pointing at Ichigo the whole time. Okaaaaaay.