Standard disclaimers for Bleach and its characters apply.

Characters: Ayasegawa Yumichika, Abarai Renji and Hisagi Shuuhei
Warnings: Crackness, teasing, catfight (sort of)

- . - Colorful Meeting - . -

It was the season of flowers. The air was sweetly scented, and the eyes were treated to a rainbow of colors blooming across seireitei. It was certainly a beautiful season, one which Yumichika loved very much.

A white jasmine twirled merrily between his fingers. The 5th seat of the 11th division hummed a cheerful tune under his breath, his steps light and childlike. He rounded a corner, and stopped short at what he saw.

Up ahead was the only other man he considered a rival to his beauty—such deep color the other had for his hair and what artistry streaked that body, which Yumichika knew was gorgeous, all tanned and sinewy. The man was also one who he secretly (or not) pined for. Back when they were comrades in the 11th division, he had often flirted with the other.

"Renji!" he called out excitedly, hurrying over to his ex-team member. Vaguely, he thought he saw something beside the redhead, but promptly dismissed it as a figment of his imagination.

"Yumichika!" Renji acknowledged with widened eyes and a grin. "Long time no see!"

Yumichika drew out a perfect pout, swishing back his hair for added effect. "Ever since you've got promoted, you've rarely visited us. Have you totally forgotten about the 11th division already?"

Renji scratched his cheek, looking sheepish. "I'm sorry but I've just been busy. Being the 6th division's fukutaichou is not easy."

"I suppose," Yumichika concurred with a delicate shrug. He smiled sweetly then, knowing his eyes were sparkling like a new-found spring. "Have lunch with me today?" he asked. "Ikkaku's out on a mission with taichou and fukutaichou."

"Well, I—"

There was a sudden movement beside Renji, a flash of black, and a voice cut in. "He's not free. We're in a middle of a discussion right now."

Yumichika turned to the source of the voice and gasped in surprise. "Oh, sorry! I didn't see you!"

The person beside Renji frowned darkly. "You're being rude."

"No, I'm not. I seriously didn't see you."

"Are you blind or something? I'm certainly not invisible."

It was Yumichika's turn to frown, albeit knowing he was certainly much prettier in doing so than the black-haired shinigami with a ridiculous '69' stamped on one side of his face. "Now you are being rude. I seriously didn't see you, but you can't really blame me for that now, could you? I'm sorry to say this but you don't exactly stand out with all that black—black hair, black eyes, black robe, black tattoos and black accessories. You need colors to lighten up a bit; the dark and mysterious get-up is just so clichéd." Yumichika tilted his head to one side then, examining the other critically. "You can do blond highlights, or maybe get colored lenses. Or have a red, heart-shaped tattoo on your arm, and perhaps you may want to consider getting a yellow shawl—not too bright, of course."

"Yumichika..." Renji warned.

"What?" Yumichika pouted as he glanced back at the redhead. "I'm just making some suggestions."

"When I need advice on fashion, I'll ask. In the meantime, why don't you learn to be more respectful of those higher in authority than you are, 5th seat?"

"I'm fully aware of my position, Hisagi-fukutaichou, thank you very much," Yumichika retorted calmly. No sense in losing his cool to a fashion infidel. "You don't have to be so patronizing."

Shuuhei opened his mouth to make a comeback, but Renji wisely stepped in just in time. "Uh, Shuuhei-senpai, perhaps we can continue our discussion later? I'm suddenly very hungry and I think I'll have lunch with Yumichika first."

The scarred shinigami turned sharply to Renji, an unreadable expression passing across his face. Renji met the other's gaze calmly, faintly imploring for Shuuhei's understanding. A sudden panic seized Yumichika when he started seeing sparkles blooming between the two. Hastily, he reached out and brushed the jasmine lightly under Renji's nose. "Renji..." he drawled teasingly.

The redhead broke his gaze with Shuuhei, fixing somewhat bewildered eyes upon Yumichika, who hoped that he was just imagining the slight pinkish hue that colored the other's cheeks. The 5th seat glanced away to Shuuhei, who was looking far than pleased. He narrowed his eyes at the insufferable eyesore and grabbed Renji's arm. "Let's go, Renji."

"Huh, what—ah, sure." Then realizing Yumichika had linked arms with him, Renji burst out, "Oi, don't do this! This is embarrassing! Let go!"

Yumichika merely laughed as he tightened his hold. "Ah, but I've missed you! Besides, linking arms is a beautiful yet innocent act of affection." As he said that, he made sure to keep a straight gaze on the scarred fukutaichou. The shinigami was smart though, careful that his expression remained stoic, but Yumichika could see the irritation fuelling in those black eyes.

"Yumichika!"

"You're no fun, Renji!" Yumichika teased, but he still refused to let go. "We should be leaving now, ne? It was nice meeting you, Hisagi-fukutaichou. Do consider my suggestions though." He leaned forward then to tuck the jasmine behind Shuuhei's ear. With a gleeful laugh, he quickly dragged Renji away, leaving the other shinigami hurling colorful curses after them.

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