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[convault]

prompt: ikkaku's sorry. really.

"I already said I was fuckin' sorry!" Ikkaku stood in front of Yumichika's door and contemplated kicking it down. "Yumichika, open the door." To be fair, it probably wasn't locked. Still, if Yumichika was gonna pull that Whatever you say, Madarame-sanseki bullshit, Ikkaku would deal with it. And he wasn't above pulling rank, either. But 'bursting into Yumichika's room without asking for permission' was something Ikkaku did. Third-seat Madarame 'waited for the door to be opened' like a good military superior. Yumichika slid open the door and smiled meekly at him. Passing 11th Division members winced. "Do you need something? Sir." "Whatta you want me to do? Just tell me." Yumichika's tone dripped with acid. "I'd like it if you stopped disrespecting me." "I already apologized for that, Yumichika. I won't do it again." "It's not the first time you've done it, and I certainly doubt it will be the last." "I got caught up!" "It was still my fight!" "It's just a dumb hollow." "What about all the other dumb hollows? That adds up to a lot of hollows, Ikkaku." Oh. Well, he had a point. Ikkaku had attacked the hollow Yumichika had already called dibs on; he usually took it well, and then let it go, but Ikkaku supposed he had crossed the line this time. Still, Yumichika was acting like such a fucking girl. He couldn't outright ignore Ikkaku, technically being a subordinate, so when Yumichika was pissed at him, he usually went to the other extreme; that is, distancing himself as far as possible by upping his respectful sarcasm about a hundred times. Ikkaku hated it when he did that. "Is that all?" "Dismissed." Yumichika waited for Ikkaku to get halfway down the hall before he slammed his door shut. Ikkaku went to find Yachiru. Three hours later, Ikkaku was dripping blood in front of Yumichika's door. "Yumichika, get your ass out here." Yumichika opened the door. He resisted the urge to start fussing over the cut on Ikkaku's cheek. And shoulder. And arm. And-- "Ikkaku, what--" Ikkaku grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him out to the training grounds. Yachiru met them at the entrance and immediately latched onto Ikkaku's uninjured arm. "They were misbehavin' a bit, so I had ta, um. Damage control?" Ikkaku nodded. "Thanks, Fukutaichou." Yumichika craned his head around Ikkaku's shoulder and saw two dead hollows. Ikkaku stepped aside so he could see the other three, all completely untouched, worked up and really damn pissed. Yumichika could only imagine the lengths to which he must have gone to find five hollows, piss them off, and then lure them back with only two casualties. Though it probably explained all the cuts. "Oh, Ikkaku." Yumichika wiped some blood off Ikkaku's cheek and licked it off his fingers before he drew Kujaku and flashed to the middle of the field. Yachiru clambered up Ikkaku's shoulder and propped her chin up on the top of his head to enjoy the show.