New Fic: Training (Bleach)
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Gin/Kira
Rating: PGish
Notes: SS Arc
"Ya like it when I tell ya what to do, huh?"
No. Izuru thinks as he clutches Wabisuke like a lifeline. He wrings and strangles the hilt and can't take his eyes from the dormant figure below him.
"Well?" No answer.
"Taichou--"
"Which d'ya like better, Izuru? When I kiss ya...?"
"When I touch ya...?"
"When I fuck ya 'til ya bleed?"
"Or when I make ya do this?"
"Which is better, Izuru?"
Izuru groans in frustration, collapsing at the hem of Hinamori's hakama. It catches a fallen bead of Izuru's sweat, gobbling it up. "Sssh..." Gin hisses. "She's sleeping, so no chatter. It would be bad if we had to do this while she's 'wake, wouddin' it?"
Now he's shaking. He puts a warm hand to Hinamori's brow. An image arises, unbidden. It's Hinamori, hair loose in the morning, bringing Izuru tea in his Academy dorm while he shudders with the flu. Her hair is loose like that now. He arranges it neatly around her silent form.
Gin's presence reverberates through his veins. NOW.
There is only one way to do this. Wabisuke jolts through Momo Hinamori's heart. She is sleeping, dying, dead, but her eyes spring open in shock. Izuru can't do her the dishonor of looking away. It's just how things are, you of all people would understand this hell. That's what he says to a best friend with his eyes in her last instant.
Izuru pulls out his sword. Then he touches the blood on her chest to see if...to see if it's real. It is. The room, the world is swirling and Izuru's body can do nothing but murmur, "Taichou," as it waits for his mind to catch up.
Then Hinamori's body evaporates into Aizen's zanpakuto. Her body and her blood. Aizen appears in the doorway, smiling softly at his deception.
"Ee na...." Gin's corrosive grin burns tears into Izuru's eyes. "Now do it for real."
Pairing: Gin/Kira
Rating: PGish
Notes: SS Arc
"Ya like it when I tell ya what to do, huh?"
No. Izuru thinks as he clutches Wabisuke like a lifeline. He wrings and strangles the hilt and can't take his eyes from the dormant figure below him.
"Well?" No answer.
"Taichou--"
"Which d'ya like better, Izuru? When I kiss ya...?"
"When I touch ya...?"
"When I fuck ya 'til ya bleed?"
"Or when I make ya do this?"
"Which is better, Izuru?"
Izuru groans in frustration, collapsing at the hem of Hinamori's hakama. It catches a fallen bead of Izuru's sweat, gobbling it up. "Sssh..." Gin hisses. "She's sleeping, so no chatter. It would be bad if we had to do this while she's 'wake, wouddin' it?"
Now he's shaking. He puts a warm hand to Hinamori's brow. An image arises, unbidden. It's Hinamori, hair loose in the morning, bringing Izuru tea in his Academy dorm while he shudders with the flu. Her hair is loose like that now. He arranges it neatly around her silent form.
Gin's presence reverberates through his veins. NOW.
There is only one way to do this. Wabisuke jolts through Momo Hinamori's heart. She is sleeping, dying, dead, but her eyes spring open in shock. Izuru can't do her the dishonor of looking away. It's just how things are, you of all people would understand this hell. That's what he says to a best friend with his eyes in her last instant.
Izuru pulls out his sword. Then he touches the blood on her chest to see if...to see if it's real. It is. The room, the world is swirling and Izuru's body can do nothing but murmur, "Taichou," as it waits for his mind to catch up.
Then Hinamori's body evaporates into Aizen's zanpakuto. Her body and her blood. Aizen appears in the doorway, smiling softly at his deception.
"Ee na...." Gin's corrosive grin burns tears into Izuru's eyes. "Now do it for real."