Scar

Scars

"Wait. Can you repeat that again?" Renji gripped the phone hard and felt like smashing it to the floor. He was back at the hotel in one piece, reckoning Ichigo's face laughing at him. The phone started ringing as he enters the room, and shocked to find his friend wasn't there to greet him. Dread and worry, panic crossed his face, and finally sighed in relief hearing Ichigo's voice on the line, saying he's fine. However, when Ichigo told him there's an emergency going on back home, and didn't even book a flight to meet him, Renji began to explode.

"Sonofabitch!"

"I knew you'd say that."

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Oh, and that too."

"Gah – what do you want now, a cookie!"

Ichigo tries to butt-in humor, as he always does. "No, thank you, but how about an iPod, you borrowed mine, remember?"

"Can't believe this... I can't believe this..." Renji shook his head; hand flew into the air, half-amused, half-eager to punch something or someone, especially someone, as long as there's a face! They'd planned this vacation for months. Actually, there were four of them, but Shuuehei and Ikkaku backed out; R&R was delayed for another three weeks. Choosing Bangkok, Manila and Dubai, Ichigo blurted out ooh let's try Europe - Paris! Besides, Ichigo claimed, he'd been in France before, thrice, and learned few tricks while exploring the place, that's why Renji, reluctant at first, agrees with him. So yeah, okay, Paris it is.

But right now; fuck that. All he wants is to skin his friend alive.

"This is a joke, right?" Renji said, barely a whisper, or more like talking to himself. "A joke, a stupid old joke. Please, please, tell me it's a joke. Tell me it's a joke!"

"Yeaaahuumh... no. No, I don't think so, sorry," Ichigo said, sniggering as...

... middle of paper ...

... honey. Yeah, yeah, be there in a sec. I gotta go, man. She's freakin' out. See you in a week, okay?"

"Yeah. Take care, man."

"You too."

"Bye."

Renji switch off the phone and toss it away. He dropped his long body to the bed and fixed his gaze to the ceiling. "Now what?" he mumbled.

Paris, lovely place – no, scratch that, the most beautiful place he has ever been! But the only thing that ruins it was the fact he'll be stuck inside the four corners of this room for a week, waiting until his friend shows up. Hiring a tour guide is damn expensive, too, so no-no for that. Besides, he's alone and he knew he'll get bored by looking at the museums and one Eifel Tower.

Shit. Skip the Eifel part; he's afraid of heights!

Where to go, where to go...

"Wait a minute," Renji grinned and glanced at the window and watched the blue sky. "I think I'll go back to reading."