Pepin-Bones

Lunchtime on Monday found the group in their usual spot on the roof; Renji, Rukia, Toshiro, and Rangiku melding with the group effortlessly thanks to the memory modification allowed to the soul reapers.  It had continued to snow throughout the remainder of the weekend, the ever-expanding group of friends mostly keeping to themselves other than the occasional text in preparation for the upcoming dance on Friday, mainly between the girls.  Even though their plans had been all but solidified, there were a few in the group without dates – Keigo and Chizuru – who couldn’t stop harassing the others about their plans and how they managed to get l...

Lunchtime on Monday found the group in their usual spot on the roof; Renji, Rukia, Toshiro, and Rangiku melding with the group effortlessly thanks to the memory modification allowed to the soul reapers.  It had continued to snow throughout the remainder of the weekend, the ever-expanding group of friends mostly keeping to themselves other than the occasional text in preparation for the upcoming dance on Friday, mainly between the girls.  Even though their plans had been all but solidified, there were a few in the group without dates – Keigo and Chizuru – who couldn’t stop harassing the others about their plans and how they managed to get l...

Rated T for language A/N: Slight AU in which more time elapses from the first incident at Trost and the 57 th  Recon Mission. The next day passed in a blur.  Eren kept himself as busy as he could in the small space allotted him.  He worked out – did push ups until his arms could no longer support him, did sit ups and twists and leg throws until his abdominals screamed, did squats and lunges until he collapsed.  The physical activity was a good distraction – it kept his mind from turning to what was happening in the capital, kept him from dwelling on the mistakes he had made, but more importantly, kept him from looking at the bed and think...

By the time they were finished, both of the wizards were more than a little relaxed, thanks to the hot showers, food, and sake.  Even Happy, who had been stressed and worried throughout the day, was so tired he fell asleep at the table, his face buried in the polished wood as he snored softly.  As they finished eating, Natsu grew quiet, watching his best friend sleep.  He loved Happy, but he didn’t want him near tonight, as awful as that realization made him feel.  He needed… something .  What was happening upstairs before they were interrupted?  What had he intended to do, exactly, after Lucy kissed his forehead?  As much as he needed an...

“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” Lilac taunted, playing with the unlit pipe he held between his teeth as he looked down at Wren.   Nervous, but unwilling to show it, Wren held Lilac’s stern gray eyes.  “I had fun yesterday,” he only partially lied.   The sounds of a fight resounded around them.  The bartender from the previous day had recognized Wren the moment he stepped inside the bar and had immediately led him downstairs to see his boss.  Lilac had smiled the moment he caught sight of untamed white hair at the bartender’s waist.  So the kid can clean up after all, huh, he thought to himself as Wren and the bartender made their way to...