Fanfiction : Bleach Drabbles (#1-2)
Title: Illusion.
Type: Fanfiction : Bleach
Prompt: Themes taken from sanbantaichou. #1 All but a step away.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Kubo Tite does, and some other people that I don't know.
Rating: PG13.
Word Count: 314 words.
Summary: Toying with helplessness always make Gin happier than usual. [ Gen ]. Drabble-esque.
Author's Note: OH DEAR I LOVE GIN. And Rukia, of course. The thought of them in the same drabble make me happier XD.
illusion
“Would you like me to save you?”
The change of expression on that small, pretty face is so abrupt and so amusing that he almost laughs out loud. Almost. But he remains grinning, remains leaning a few inches away from the rapidly paling face in front of him despite the obvious signs of discomfort from the little girl. Invasion of personal space is something that he enjoys doing. It gives him the proximity he needs to understand his prey, to anticipate their reaction toward his probing.
Kuchiki Rukia is too easy to read.
He can effortlessly discern the imperceptible flicker of anxiety and fear and longing inside those dark blue eyes, especially after he mentioned poor Abarai-kun. The almost invisible trace of budding hope sparkling through blue-rimmed irises. His grin widens a fraction. Much, much too easy. It comes as a slight disappointment, though. He had hoped that she would be harder to break, like that stoic brother of hers. Like the revered Kuchiki Byakuya. That one is a fun conquest indeed.
But still… back to the game. He allows her to unconsciously sway towards him, knowing that he has cracked her firm resolve and planted hesitance in her heart. He has weakened the same resolve that he had watched her perfect during the lonely hours inside her cell. It is such a pretty sight, really, observing someone succumbing to their fate. Watching the lively flame in their eyes smoulders into dull acceptance. He raises his hand slowly, reaching out for the constraining collar around her slender neck… igniting the flame back in those eyes… and then, pets her head.
Of course, the funnest part of the game is to dump ice cold reality onto the flame.
“Just kidding.”
He turns away, relishing in the resultant piercing scream from the prey.
How does that feel, Rukia-chan? When freedom is all but a step away?
END
Title: Secret.
Type: Fanfiction : Bleach
Prompt: Themes taken from sanbantaichou. #2 Take flight.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Kubo Tite does, and some other people that I don't know.
Rating: PG15. For language, mostly.
Word Count: 446 words.
Summary: Sometimes, being the bad guys have the downside, especially with such a big secret just waiting to be discovered. [ Gen ]. Drabble-esque.
Author's Note: I attempted humour for this drabble, though it came out rather spastic. XD But I had fun so yeah!
secret
Gin had never told anyone before that he was actually afraid of height, or whatever-phobia that mortals called it. It’s not his fault, seriously, seeing that it never crossed his mind that he would be in need of any levitating experience anywhere in the near future. He felt perfectly fine walking on his two feet on the perfectly solid ground, thankyouverymuch. And so, when Aizen-taichou finally revealed their escape plan lest something went wrong during the retrieval of Urahara’s thingamajig in their meeting (they had to relate the plan to Kaname twice), Gin felt an inexplicable shiver racing down his spine.
And it was not because of the fact that their meeting was in the Third Division’s kitchen’s cold storage.
Gin figured that he would have to tell his two accomplices sooner or later, seeing that it may affect their escape plan and that entire grand scheme-shit that Aizen-taichou had obsessively worked/slaved over. Aizen-taichou won’t be pleased if anything out of the planned should happen, and a displeased Aizen-taichou was worse than that Hitsugaya brat’s periodical hissy fits.
Yeah, Gin silently promised that he would tell them during their next meeting. The only problem was that… there was no next meeting. He had conveniently forgotten that that meeting was supposed to be their last one.
And so, Ichimaru Gin was undoubtedly fucked. Big time.
(Metaphorically, of course, because he was usually the one doing the fucking. Literally.)
But really… now is definitely not the most appropriate of times to reveal his deepest, darkest secret. Not with the whole elite citizens of Soul Society watching them… him… slowly being sucked by some pillars of light into the darkness. Fascinating oxymoron there. But Gin was too busy struggling to maintain his casual façade (gringringringrin) to care about oxy or morons. He was wobbling somewhat dangerously on the floating piece of land underneath his feet and he could have sworn that the damned Hollows were trying to upturn him on purpose.
“Gin,” Aizen’s voice floated into his eardrum from somewhere to his left. The silver-haired captain warily shifted so that he was facing the spectacle-less Aizen. Gin had to admit to himself that those thick-rimmed spectacles had done more harm than good to Aizen’s natural good look, and that they should have discovered contact lenses much earlier. Gin nodded to show that he was listening, all the while balancing precariously on the soil platform. As if on perfect cue, the platform gave a particularly dangerous wobble that left Gin somewhat paler than before. Aizen suspiciously narrowed his eyes at Gin. “Are you… afraid of height?”
Oh bloody damn. Won’t those bloody Hollows hurry up and bloody eat him already?
END
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Type: Fanfiction : Bleach
Prompt: Themes taken from sanbantaichou. #1 All but a step away.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Kubo Tite does, and some other people that I don't know.
Rating: PG13.
Word Count: 314 words.
Summary: Toying with helplessness always make Gin happier than usual. [ Gen ]. Drabble-esque.
Author's Note: OH DEAR I LOVE GIN. And Rukia, of course. The thought of them in the same drabble make me happier XD.
illusion
“Would you like me to save you?”
The change of expression on that small, pretty face is so abrupt and so amusing that he almost laughs out loud. Almost. But he remains grinning, remains leaning a few inches away from the rapidly paling face in front of him despite the obvious signs of discomfort from the little girl. Invasion of personal space is something that he enjoys doing. It gives him the proximity he needs to understand his prey, to anticipate their reaction toward his probing.
Kuchiki Rukia is too easy to read.
He can effortlessly discern the imperceptible flicker of anxiety and fear and longing inside those dark blue eyes, especially after he mentioned poor Abarai-kun. The almost invisible trace of budding hope sparkling through blue-rimmed irises. His grin widens a fraction. Much, much too easy. It comes as a slight disappointment, though. He had hoped that she would be harder to break, like that stoic brother of hers. Like the revered Kuchiki Byakuya. That one is a fun conquest indeed.
But still… back to the game. He allows her to unconsciously sway towards him, knowing that he has cracked her firm resolve and planted hesitance in her heart. He has weakened the same resolve that he had watched her perfect during the lonely hours inside her cell. It is such a pretty sight, really, observing someone succumbing to their fate. Watching the lively flame in their eyes smoulders into dull acceptance. He raises his hand slowly, reaching out for the constraining collar around her slender neck… igniting the flame back in those eyes… and then, pets her head.
Of course, the funnest part of the game is to dump ice cold reality onto the flame.
“Just kidding.”
He turns away, relishing in the resultant piercing scream from the prey.
How does that feel, Rukia-chan? When freedom is all but a step away?
END
Title: Secret.
Type: Fanfiction : Bleach
Prompt: Themes taken from sanbantaichou. #2 Take flight.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Kubo Tite does, and some other people that I don't know.
Rating: PG15. For language, mostly.
Word Count: 446 words.
Summary: Sometimes, being the bad guys have the downside, especially with such a big secret just waiting to be discovered. [ Gen ]. Drabble-esque.
Author's Note: I attempted humour for this drabble, though it came out rather spastic. XD But I had fun so yeah!
secret
Gin had never told anyone before that he was actually afraid of height, or whatever-phobia that mortals called it. It’s not his fault, seriously, seeing that it never crossed his mind that he would be in need of any levitating experience anywhere in the near future. He felt perfectly fine walking on his two feet on the perfectly solid ground, thankyouverymuch. And so, when Aizen-taichou finally revealed their escape plan lest something went wrong during the retrieval of Urahara’s thingamajig in their meeting (they had to relate the plan to Kaname twice), Gin felt an inexplicable shiver racing down his spine.
And it was not because of the fact that their meeting was in the Third Division’s kitchen’s cold storage.
Gin figured that he would have to tell his two accomplices sooner or later, seeing that it may affect their escape plan and that entire grand scheme-shit that Aizen-taichou had obsessively worked/slaved over. Aizen-taichou won’t be pleased if anything out of the planned should happen, and a displeased Aizen-taichou was worse than that Hitsugaya brat’s periodical hissy fits.
Yeah, Gin silently promised that he would tell them during their next meeting. The only problem was that… there was no next meeting. He had conveniently forgotten that that meeting was supposed to be their last one.
And so, Ichimaru Gin was undoubtedly fucked. Big time.
(Metaphorically, of course, because he was usually the one doing the fucking. Literally.)
But really… now is definitely not the most appropriate of times to reveal his deepest, darkest secret. Not with the whole elite citizens of Soul Society watching them… him… slowly being sucked by some pillars of light into the darkness. Fascinating oxymoron there. But Gin was too busy struggling to maintain his casual façade (gringringringrin) to care about oxy or morons. He was wobbling somewhat dangerously on the floating piece of land underneath his feet and he could have sworn that the damned Hollows were trying to upturn him on purpose.
“Gin,” Aizen’s voice floated into his eardrum from somewhere to his left. The silver-haired captain warily shifted so that he was facing the spectacle-less Aizen. Gin had to admit to himself that those thick-rimmed spectacles had done more harm than good to Aizen’s natural good look, and that they should have discovered contact lenses much earlier. Gin nodded to show that he was listening, all the while balancing precariously on the soil platform. As if on perfect cue, the platform gave a particularly dangerous wobble that left Gin somewhat paler than before. Aizen suspiciously narrowed his eyes at Gin. “Are you… afraid of height?”
Oh bloody damn. Won’t those bloody Hollows hurry up and bloody eat him already?
END
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