Warning: mentions of violence, and Renichi. Which means Shonen-ai. Light fluff. Slight spoilers, but not too bad.
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Summary: Renji watched, astounded, as those beautiful hands fought the precious battle to save both worlds, to save his home.
Renji stared. Renji had to stare. It was like the law "what-goes-up-must-come-down," only, in this case it was "Renji's-eyes-must-eventually-move-from-wherever-they-are-to-stare-obsessedly-at-Ichigo's-hands."
Yes, that was it.
Renji watched, rapt, as Ichigo's nimble fingers preformed the oh-so-mundane task of twirling a pencil.
Renji watched, amazed, as Ichigo's slim fingers plucked at the strings of the acoustic, creating a melody as beautiful as the hands creating it.
Renji watched, captivated, as Ichigo's slim fingers and soft hands-the same ones that braded his hair before bed, caressed his face so gently when he was sleeping, pulled him closer for a kiss- slashed and swung and stabbed and tore with that mighty sword.
Renji watched, astounded, as those beautiful hands-that touched him so lovingly, that created such beautiful music, that twirled pencils and did homework- fought the precious battle to save both worlds, to save his home.