[Bleach/Saiyuki] New Family (Renji, Gojyo)
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valmoraTitle: New Family
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Bleach & Saiyuki crossover
Characters: Renji, Gojyo
Disclaimer: Neither of these worlds is mine.
Notes: Because Gojyo and Renji = half-brothers. You just know it. I would have liked to have this turn out funny, but it didn't. It's just crummy.
Summary: A conversation in a bar.
By midnight Renji is sick enough of the jibes he's getting from Ikkaku and the rest of his drinking buddies and drunk enough to forget his manners, so he manages to struggle over to the bar and throw himself onto a seat next to the guy.
"What're you trying to pull?" he asks, and the guy turns around, looks at him. Red hair, just like his own.
"Not pullin' anything," the guy says, and he may be looking at Renji's face but he's probably seen the hair. "You too? Or d'you not have youkai here."
"They've got their own Soul Society," Renji says. "What's that got to do with anything?"
The guy laughs, impudent and show-off sexy, and Renji realizes that the guy's got three scrapes up his cheek, like something nasty clawed him once a long time ago, and wakes up. Between the hair and the comment -
"Yeah," he sighs, "Me too. Mom or dad?"
The guy grins at him, wide and conspiratorial. "Dad," he says. "Scumbag of one, too. You?"
"Same." Renji gets another drink from the bartender, rolls his eyes. "Abarai Renji."
"Sha Gojyo. Pleased ta meet ya."
"You dead?"
"Far's I know."
"Good," Renji says. "You won't die if you get drunk."
He doesn't. Eventually they get onto the subject of their fathers, because hey, they're both halfbreeds, and by this point the rest of Renji's buddies has passed out over the table.
"So. Bastard. Knocks her up, leaves," Gojyo slurs, "My stepmom finds her. Babe, my stepmom. Hot."
Renji nods, bobbing his head. "Knocked up. Died. Fucking name. Renji."
"Killed," Gojyo says, not ashamed, not sad, looks at Renji's eyes, facial structure, same between the both of them. "Same father, you'n me. Old bastard." But he's grinning, and it doesn't matter. Not every day you get the welcomingly bad luck to have another half-brother.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Bleach & Saiyuki crossover
Characters: Renji, Gojyo
Disclaimer: Neither of these worlds is mine.
Notes: Because Gojyo and Renji = half-brothers. You just know it. I would have liked to have this turn out funny, but it didn't. It's just crummy.
Summary: A conversation in a bar.
By midnight Renji is sick enough of the jibes he's getting from Ikkaku and the rest of his drinking buddies and drunk enough to forget his manners, so he manages to struggle over to the bar and throw himself onto a seat next to the guy.
"What're you trying to pull?" he asks, and the guy turns around, looks at him. Red hair, just like his own.
"Not pullin' anything," the guy says, and he may be looking at Renji's face but he's probably seen the hair. "You too? Or d'you not have youkai here."
"They've got their own Soul Society," Renji says. "What's that got to do with anything?"
The guy laughs, impudent and show-off sexy, and Renji realizes that the guy's got three scrapes up his cheek, like something nasty clawed him once a long time ago, and wakes up. Between the hair and the comment -
"Yeah," he sighs, "Me too. Mom or dad?"
The guy grins at him, wide and conspiratorial. "Dad," he says. "Scumbag of one, too. You?"
"Same." Renji gets another drink from the bartender, rolls his eyes. "Abarai Renji."
"Sha Gojyo. Pleased ta meet ya."
"You dead?"
"Far's I know."
"Good," Renji says. "You won't die if you get drunk."
He doesn't. Eventually they get onto the subject of their fathers, because hey, they're both halfbreeds, and by this point the rest of Renji's buddies has passed out over the table.
"So. Bastard. Knocks her up, leaves," Gojyo slurs, "My stepmom finds her. Babe, my stepmom. Hot."
Renji nods, bobbing his head. "Knocked up. Died. Fucking name. Renji."
"Killed," Gojyo says, not ashamed, not sad, looks at Renji's eyes, facial structure, same between the both of them. "Same father, you'n me. Old bastard." But he's grinning, and it doesn't matter. Not every day you get the welcomingly bad luck to have another half-brother.
