"Hey, berry-head," Renji frowned, leaning on the chair the teenager owned. Said teen was rummaging through his things, trying to find his wallet, swearing the black foldable thing was around there someplace. Stopping, he stood from his hunched over form and turned angrily, glaring at the redhead. "We gonna go or not?"

"Shut the hell up, pineapple-head!!" he snapped, turning back to crouching to floor-level, searching underneath his bed, giving Renji an awesome view of his ass, yet the Zabimaru possessor decided to steer away from that fact. "Dammit...Kon must've taken it...that porn lover!" he hissed, lifting his head quickly, forgetting he was under the bed and whacked his head against the bottom with a cry of pain, catching Renji's attention.

Snapping into a standing position, he rushed over to the orange haired teen's side, bending down as the eldest Kurosaki sibling retreated his head out, growling from frustration and nursing the back of his wounded head.

"You all right, Ichigo?" the redhead asked quickly, not sure if the teenager was in the mood for such stupid questions.

"Yeah," he groaned, dropping his head after a while, holding his right hand against the forming bruise, his left on the ground. "Where's that porn loving plushy?!" His brown eyes blinked once he saw the silver chain to his clip-on money carrier, dangling in his face. Lifting his head, he saw that Renji leaned in, an oblivious, bored, expression on his face.

"I was about to say...that I found it in that drawer," he said, sounding bored, his right hand pointing at the obvious open drawer that Ichigo ransacked quickly, "seems like my fortune cookie was right..." He looked out the window with reddish-brown eyes. "Said somethin' like 'you will soon bring joy to someone'."

"Well, it was wrong, alright?!" Ichigo snapped, snatching his wallet away from the shinigami, reaching down and clipping it to his waist. "I'm not in 'joy' right now, you bastard...I'm pissed!!"

"Why?" Renji asked, looking back at him, finally noting how close their faces were, but was used to close proximity between him and Ichigo Kurosaki by the zanpaku-to battles they always had. Yet, he quirked a tattooed brow, seeing a soft blush pink showing on the boy's face. "Ya got a fever or somethin'?"

He lifted his left hand, about to place it on the High Schooler's forehead until he abruptly backed up, head banging against his nightstand.

"I'm just fine!!" he shouted, narrowing his brown eyes, slowly rising to his feet. "W...we're not fighting...so...well I'm not used to non-violent closeness, that's all."

And it is true, the orange haired Kurosaki thought as he turned, walking out the open door, leaving a lost Abarai behind, and his mind musing over such a confusing boy.

Sighing, he stood and trailed after him. "Hey," he spoke, finally catching up with him, "is this 'arcade' thing...a tradition or somethin'? I thought people celebrate with their parents."

"Number one, it's not a tradition. Second...it's just a gathering of friends, we hang out at the arcade every Saturday night." the boy frowned, his hands shoved into his pockets, both walking down the streets as the pale form tilted his head to the side, cracking his neck. "...Keigo started making us do this when he began to get to know Chad and I."

"Sounds like fun," Renji said, actually sounding interested. "So what do ya do when ya get there?"

"Do I have to explain everything to you, pineapple-head?" Ichigo hissed, narrowing his eyes and looking at him with aggravated brown orbs. "Why don't you just learn this stuff by yourself?"

The muscular form wrapped an arm around the teen's neck. "'cause learnin' 'em from you is more fun!" he grinned, provoking the boy's anger, making him lift his right bent knee and jab it into the older male's side. Slapping his opposite hand against the bent limb, Renji turned his head, glaring at the wide eyed substitute shinigami. "Don't ya ever try t' relax? You're always tryin' t' kill me with these kicks."

"Then don't touch m-"

Renji harshly pushed the knee down, growling. "Try lettin' people in, berry-head, it might prove useful later on."

Ichigo frowned, looking away as the redhead removed his arm, both walking in, their friends crowding around a game that seemed to be a dancing one. Excited, the fukutaicho walked over, watching as Mizuru and Keigo went at a song the shinigami had never heard before, music blasting in the large arcade. Turning his head to the side, Renji walked over to the motorcycle game, Ichigo trailing over, an interested look on his face.

"Wanna play?"

Ichigo blinked, seeing Renji turned and their eyes lock. Shrugging, he went over, swinging his right leg over, sitting on it with a look of pride. Actually looking pretty hot on the fake bike. Torn black jeans, a blood-red shirt with the insignia of a panther, a black jacket over it, zipped halfway up, and the wallet with the chain added a better effect. Reaching in his pocket for some money, he slid it in.

Looking over at Renji, his brown eyes gleamed with the word challenge written all over them. Smirking, Renji went over to the one next to the teenager, swinging his left leg over, taking offered money and sliding it in.

"Go against each other?" the substitute shinigami asked, receiving a nod as he grinned, both pressing the red button, positioning themselves to get ready, a crowd coming around both males, mainly girls, since they looked drop-dead sexy.

Renji's hair in his usual position, a tight shirt that was torn around the neck, sleeves, the bottom of the white shirt, leather jeans, completely tight, showing some things that the Abarai set aside, and wearing dark brown sneakers that looked old.

Hunching over, they immediately pressed their right foot down, speeding off in the game, turning to the right on the same time, leaning while Ichigo licked his lower lip, which he had been gnawing on. These games were always his favorite. Both leaned in the opposite directions, shoulders brushing as Renji's grin grew, gently nudging the teen's shoulder, hearing him chock down a gasp, a small blush appearing on his face like before.

Rukia tapped her foot on the dance-pad, Orihime leaping and spreading her legs slightly, both catching the activations to the dance game titled DDR, Dance Dance Revolution. Toshiro and Momo were eating pizza slowly as they watched the two girls dance, Keigo going over to the two friendly rivals, seeing that they were still going after it. When he plays with either one, he'd lose in a second.

"Heh...tired yet, pineapple-head?"

"Not yet, berry-head," he smirked. They swiftly jerked their hands up then down, speeding the motorcycle images up, going over one hundred miles per hour, everyone around them swooning over both of them. "How 'bout we make an interestin' twist in this game?"

"What're you suggesting?" Ichigo spoke, smirking as he licked his lips again, furrowing his brows.

"The loser has t' do whateva the winner wants them too,"

Girls gasped, dirty thoughts creeping in their minds as the handful of boys grinned. "Do it! Do it!" they cried, throwing their fists in the air, putting them down then throwing them back up. "Do it!!!"

"I agree," Ichigo grinned, tightening his grasp on the handles as Keigo placed the straw to his mouth, sipping up his Pepsi.

"Deal and you can't back out." the fukutaicho smirked, looking slyly at the Zangetsu possessor then back at the screen. "I can say this much...I'll win." A scowl was a reply.