[Drabble] - My Dainty Valentine
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marinliliz[Characters]: Ayasegawa Yumichika and Madarame Ikkaku.
[Summary]: Getting Yumi a Valentine's Day present seems to be an, almost, impossible task for Ikkaku.
[Word Count]: 950
[Finished]: 11.February.2008
[Beta]: Not beta-read
[Warnings]: Some cursing.
[Notes]: Yumi and Ikka are perfect for valentine, they couldn't miss these drabbles.
Ikkaku was fuming; he was seething with Yumi’s indecisions and pickiness. Nothing he came up with was good enough for the beautiful Ayasegawa Yumichika!
At first, it had been the sweets and the chocolates. Cute, little red and white, heart-shaped, strawberry and blueberry flavored, sugary sweets, accompanied with an ivory and golden box of Belgian chocolates. Just the look of the wrappings was mouth-watering. But did Yumichika like them? No, he did not!!!
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Ikkaku had said, happily, handing Yumi the little colorful bag with the sweets and the chocolate box.
“What’s this?” Yumichika had asked, peeking inside the bag.
“It’s my Valentine’s present fer ya.”
“It’s sweets and chocolates!” Ikkaku could still remember his loud shriek. “Do you want me to put on weight? I can’t gain anymore weight! I’m fat as it is. And chocolate!?” he had asked, outraged. “Chocolate is murder to my skin. I get horrid outbursts of pimples all over my skin when I eat it.”
“But…but ya look fine to me. Not fat at all.” Ikkaku had tried to sedate him. “And when have ya ever had an outburst of pimples!?”
“That’s beyond the point, here!” And with that, Yumichika had stormed out, leaving, a dumfounded, Ikkaku holding onto a little colorful bag with sweets.
The second time around, Ikkaku tried flowers; a bouquet of yellow daffodils and white tulips held together with a fancy, light-blue, velvet ribbon. Yumi didn’t even let him come near him.
“Are you out of your mind?” Yumichika had screamed.
“Huh?!”
“Are you trying to kill me?”
“How could I? I don’t understand ya!” Ikkaku had been completely lost.
“I’m allergic to pollen; I can’t stand being around flowers. You should know this. Take that away from me.”
Once again defeated, Ikkaku had left with the flowers, tossing them in the small river he passed on his way home.
This time, Ikkaku proceeded with caution, mainly to not upset Yumi again and in turn not get himself upset, so this wouldn't threat their relation, but also ‘cos his money didn’t fall from the sky in buckets. A small gold ring, that Yumi could wear, in a chain, around his neck. Ikkaku really couldn’t see where this gift could go wrong. Boy, was he wrong!
“Why would I want a ring that doesn’t even fit my finger?” Yumichika asked, puzzled and, as if suddenly realizing something, his eyes grew in surprise and he asked, softly, “Madarame, are you proposing?”
“Huh!?” Ikkaku deflected the issue, clumsily. “Proposing what?”
Yumi blushed furiously with rage and demanded, “so what’s this ring for?”
“It’s a Valentine’s Day gift fer ya!!!” Ikkaku was starting to lose his patience. He looked at Yumi trying to understand what was wrong this time.
The dark-haired shinigami quickly provided him with an answer, “Didn’t you made a mistake with the size? Are you sure you’re giving this to the right person?” He then, humph his discontent and stormed out, once again.
But this time Ikkaku was prepared and grabbed him before he could shunpo away.
“Oh, no ya don’t! Ya’re not getting’ away from me this time.” He held Yumichika from behind, his hands griping the 5th seat’s belly; not the best position to be, when Ikkaku’s objective was to stop him from running away, the intoxicating smell, that Yumichika always exuded, not helping one bit.
But he was strong and with an objective in mind so he rekindled his anger and continued, saying “Ya’re not goin’ anywhere ‘fore ya tell me what the fuck it is ya want fer a Valentine’s Day present. Cos I’m goin’ crazy, right now! Nothin’ I give ya is good enough. Nothin’ seems ta fit. So you’re going to fuckin’ tell me before I lose my head and beat it out of ya.”
Yumi turned in Ikkaku’s grip, facing the bald shinigami with an alarmed look on his face at the sudden outburst but after a moment of uncertainty, his lips curled into a devilish smirk. “I didn’t realize you could be so commanding. What I want for Valentine’s Day are not stupid sweets or smelly flowers or even stupid trinkets. What I want is very simple and easily obtained.”
Ikkaku looked, intrigued, at Yumi, muttering, “simple.”
The dark-haired beauty, continued, close to a purr, “you in me; now and everyday!”
“Bakayero! Couldn’t ya’ve told me that sooner? It would’ve saved me a lot of trouble.”
“Nah, it’s so much more fun seeing you run around in distress.” Yumi moved closer to Ikkaku’s chest, snuggling in the warm, familiar embrace.
“Ya’re so asking fer it.”
“I wouldn’t discard the possibility of some spanking fun.” Yumi licked Ikkaku’s ear, in promise.
“Don’t tempt me. I’m still angry enough.” Ikkaku threaten, while putting his arms around Yumi and lightly kissing his neck.
“It could be fun.”
“Are ya serious?”
“Could be,” Yumi taunted. “Do you want to know what would be really fun?”
“Hmm?” Ikkaku hummed interested but a bit apprehensive of what Yumi could come up with.
“Me in you.”
“We’ve had this conversation before.”
“Yeah and you avoided it, the moment I mentioned it,” Yumi complained and then added, “be a man and take it…” but was interrupted but the bald shinigami’s squawk.
“YUMI!!!”
“You’re no fun.”
“Hmm, did you really mean it about the proposal? Do you really want to?”
“You’re changing the subject!”
“I am?”
“Humph” Yumi looked away thoughtful.
“Yumi?” Ikkaku held his chin and forced the black-haired 5th seat to look back into his eyes, his thumb caressing the soft cheek, searching an answer in the dark, moist eyes.
“Shut up and fuck me!” Yumi sniffled.
“Gladly, thought you’d never ask.” Ikkaku kissed Yumi. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
