Fanfiction : Bleach - Between Now And Forever [1/?]
Title: Between Now And Forever.
Type: Fanfiction: Bleach.
Prompt: Um. The need for more AU?
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, in any form or way. Kubo Tite owns them, and my secret dream is to marry him.
Rating: Um. PG15 at first. And will progressively gets to R.
Word Count: 2,348 words.
Summary: There were secrets that he kept, nightmares that he hid and Kira was made for this, for demands of absolute loyalty and midnight missions. If only Hisagi didn't present him with that sliver of change and hope, he could just continue on in his crazy world for just a little while. [Military!AU, ShuuKira].
Author's Note: First multi chapter Bleach fic. I have no prior knowledge when it comes to military system or military school, other than some research that I'd done. So. I declare that the military system itself is AU inside this AU. =D Your feedbacks will be muchly appreciated and loved!
between now and forever
chapter one : pray for smiles and sunshine
1.
It rained the day he first met Hisagi Shuuhei.
[It never stopped raining anymore. Just rain, rain, rain and more rain and he wondered if God was weeping, why was God weeping?]
The train station was deserted once he got there, silent except for the constant pitterpatterpitterpatter of water against concrete and he was dripping all over, hair sticking to his face and neck [and white scars and dark bruises and and]. He pulled out a bag from the folds of his coat and checked a stack of papers inside, distracted for a few seconds when the fluorescent lights overhead flickered threateningly. A train rumbled far inside the tunnel and he returned his attention to the papers, biting his lip at smeared ink and ruined words because he’d worked so hard, so long to complete this report and the Colonel won’t be pleased ifwhen he tried to offer excuses and he really, really didn’t want to disappoint…
“You’re not gonna cry, are you?”
He jerked in surprise, almost dropped his bag and papers before he noticed someone else inside the station. Midnight horror movies flashed inside his mind [screamingyellingbitingohgodnopleaseplease] and he took a step back, heart hammering against his ribcage. He caught glimpses of dark hair and fur coat before he hastily averted his eyes, stared at a half-naked girl on an advertisement board instead. He tried not to think of Hinamori. “No.”
The lights flickered again and he tightened his grip on the bag.
Silence stretched like infinity, like the rain and he had opened his mouth before his mind could even register the action. He’d been doing that a lot lately - Renji called it ‘following his instinct’. The Colonel called it ‘being disobedient’.
He didn’t like to think that he had the instinct to be disobedient. He wasn’t raised, educated that way.
“It’s cold.” It was so, so obvious and he shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed. His coat was heavy and his formerly-polished boots were covered with mud and he wasn’t thinking straight. He couldn’t have. The papers crinkled unhappily when he curled his fingers. “I mean, it’s raining.”
[Stop talking. Just. Stop talking. What’re you trying to do.]
“It is, isn’t it.”
He nodded to the board at the notquestion, refused to look away lest the stranger sees embarrassment in his eyes. Making small talks wasn’t one of his specialties [feel the wind measure the distance wait wait wait shoot repeat feel the wind measure the distance wait wait wait shoot repeat]. He stuffed the papers back into his bag.
The train finally arrived with a noisy rumblescreech, flashing bright light everywhere. He exhaled in relief, brushed back dirty blond hair from his forehead and stepped inside, grimacing when the air conditioner made his skin prickle with goose bumps. The train was empty, save for two or three men scattered across its length, wrapped up nice and proper for the weather. He chose a seat near to the doors and tried to wring water from his coat, didn’t even pay attention to the footsteps coming towards him. The seat in front of him creaked underneath a new weight and he looked up, looked through bangs that he couldn’t quite remember to cut.
Dark hair, darker eyes and that softinviting smile made him blush.
“Where’re you heading to?”
Would he be violating any rules if he disclosed his destination? He straightened up, placed a hand on his bag for reassurance. “Karakura.”
“To the Camp, right?” His distress must’ve been obvious because the stranger laughed and gestured at him, oddly placating. The fur on the coat bristled. “It’s the uniform. I’ve seen it before.”
He leaned back into his seat, tense shoulders relaxing. The train shook when it made a turn, shrieking siren to alert its passengers that the next stop was near. He ran a hand over his dark green uniform, over silver buckles and buttons and pins of recognition. He’d been one of the best in his class, one of the best in his year. He pulled his coat over them, buttoned up until ugly brown covered proud green. All this and the stranger had been watching, unerring understanding in those eyes and he felt as though [perhaps perhaps] they belonged to the same worldreality.
The train slowed to a stop and the stranger stood up, tripped forward when the train suddenly jerked and he had to reach out to stop the fall. He fumbled with rough fabric and soft fur, searing heat where his hands pressed against smooth skin. The contact was mere seconds and the stranger extracted himself with an apologetic smile, too soon and too late.
“I’ll see you later.”
No maybes and he almost believed those carelessly-said words. Almost.
He closed his eyes and started reciting - under his breath, slow and careful - the components of a quick-freeze bomb.
The heat lingered until he stepped out of the train, three stops and half a state away.
He glanced back even as the train rattled off, drops of rain soaking his coat once again. The station master shouted something unintelligible, shook her fist at him and he nodded, ran towards the relative dryness of the station’s entrance. Renji was already there with an umbrella, all wide grins and firm slaps to his back and a new tattoo to horrify him with. They walked back to the Camp and he picked some wildflowers for Hinamori and Rukia, despite Renji’s teases. The barrack smelt of shoe polish and wet wood, buzzed with activities and conversations. He shed his clothes, took a cold shower and stared at the ceiling until lights out.
He dreamt of fur and skin and heatscorchingheat that night.
2.
“Oi, oi! Kira! Wake up!”
He gasped, choked for air, clawing at nothing and everything. Renji’s hair shone bright crimsonred in the darkness and he swallowed, throat dry and parched. He tried to push Renji away. “I-I’m okay.”
“You sure, man?” The question was thick with concern, disapproval. Renji relented and moved back, offering a glass of water. “I dunno. Maybe we should go to Unohana.”
“No!” His breath was erratic, panicked. He grasped at Renji, fisted his fingers around threadbare shirt. “It’s just a nightmare.” [let me save you, boy, follow me] “I’m okay now, really.”
Renji slinked back into the shadows with an unconvinced ‘if you say so’ and he pulled his blanket over his head, listened to the rain, to occasional thunders and the absence of Renji’s snores until the speakers blared ‘Good Morning, Fuckheads!’
3.
A pin was missing from his uniform, one that he had received upon proving his ability in marksmanship.
One that the Colonel himself had pinned to his chest, two months ago.
Kira stared at the stiff green uniform for half an hour, before putting it on, fingers slip sliding through buttons and hooks and holes. Renji remarked that he looked like hell through a mouthful of croissant and Kira smiled at him like it was any other day. He glanced at the mirror on his way out and paused for a few seconds, studied his reflection carefully. He ran a finger over that empty spot just above his breast pocket.
He felt bare without it.
4.
There was some sort of a commotion at the front gate that morning, excited chatters and unabashed giggles floating through the hallways and Kira looked away from the computer screen, fingers stilled over the keyboard. Renji had also stopped fiddling with a mini transistor he’d talked about fixing and leaned forward, closer to the window. Several freshmen hurried past the room and Renji thrust out a hand, snagged one of them by the collar. The astonished and half-suffocated freshman blinked at them, too surprised to properly acknowledge the gap between their ranks with a salute.
“What happened?” Renji questioned, still trying to see through the crowd and failing. He grumbled something rude and fixed a stare at the much smaller young man.
“Lieutenant Colonel Hisagi, s-sir! He’d come back!”
Renji raised an eyebrow. “He’s here? Now?”
“Sir, yes, sir!”
“Stop yellin’ at my face.” The freshman blushed and nodded, fleeing for safety once Renji relinquished his grip. The redhead grinned and turned to Kira. “Wanna go greet the superstar?”
Kira frowned and tried to match the name with a face. “Hisagi? I’ve never heard of him before. Is he based here?”
“Shit. I forgot. You went to that convention thing last month, right?” [Wasn’t a convention now, was it, boy? Tell him tellhimaboutthatperfectshotthatpinkmist] Renji placed the transistor on the table. “He reported for duty, had tea with Unohana and went off for a field assignment. I escorted him to the station and we got talkin’. Pretty nice guy for a Lieutenant Colonel.”
“Popular too. Must be good looking,” Kira added, lips curling into a slow smile. He saved the report he was working on and booted off the computer, picked up his notebook at the same time. “I suppose we can spare a few minutes to welcome our superior. Just another excuse to slack off, isn’t it?”
Renji clapped a hand over Kira’s shoulder on their way out and the wildcrazy grin characteristic of the redhead widened. “That’s the spirit!”
The crowd in the hallway parted to make way for the two officers and Kira forced himself to look straight ahead, to not squirm at the attention. He’s not used to the rank, not yet and probably, never will. Besides him, Renji was making the best of the situation and was grinning generously at female freshmen and sophomores, most of whom returned the gesture with blushes and a few daring flirtatious grins. Kira nodded and smiled at a few familiar faces, relaxed a little when they were joined by Iba, also on his way to the front gate.
“Fuckin’ too early to kiss someone’s ass, man,” Iba groused in between yawns, scratching his chin. He towered quite above Kira, as decorated as his two companions and his shades couldn’t quite hide his frown. “I’d rather be sleepin’ right now.”
Kira smiled sympathetically at the complaint. Being in charge of the duty schedule, he’d known that Iba was assigned to patrol the night before. “I’m sure this is not compulsory, Iba-san. You can go back for a rest if you want to. We can handle this.”
“Don’t go makin’ excuses for the big baby.” Renji shoved at Iba, who promptly elbowed back. The scuffle was short-lived, once Kira decided to stop them from killing each other. Renji craned his neck and started scrutinising the crowd and beyond. “Where’s Yumichika?”
Iba snorted. “How should I know? He’s your bitch.”
It was probably a good thing that they had reached the gate by that time, since Kira couldn’t quite trust himself to be able to hold Renji back. Three freshmen immediately pulled out umbrellas and accompanied the officers once they stepped out of the protection of stone arches, shielding them from a light drizzle that had already been forecasted and expected. Iba grunted something about the weather and Kira didn’t say a word, concentrated on the jeep parked right in front of the gate. It bore the military insignia on its hood, bone white against dark metal and the missing Yumichika was already there, talking to a shorter girl in a uniform similar to his. Their approach didn’t go unnoticed and Yumichika raised an eyebrow in greeting, pivoting on his heels to face the three officers.
“Ah, the Beauty and the Beasts have finally arrived.”
Renji and Iba immediately demanded/threatened to be enlightened as to who were these ‘beasts’ Yumichika had just mentioned.
Their freshmen escort winced at the volume of the combined voices.
“Good morning, Ayasegawa-san.” Kira’s smile turned slightly bashful - more out of habit than anything - when he nodded at the girl. “Hinamori-san.”
Hinamori nodded back, a bright smile on her face. Kira couldn’t help but notice the shadow underneath her eyes. “Morning to you too, Kira-kun. I didn’t get the chance to thank you for the flowers yesterday. They’re lovely.”
Before Kira could respond, could say ‘it’s nothing’ or ‘I’m glad you like them’, he was interrupted by the sounds of boots against wet asphalt, splashes of shallow puddles heading towards them that reminded him why he was there in the first place. Renji, Iba and Yumichika were already respectfully silent and Kira immediately stood at attention, Hinamori doing the same besides him. Spine straight, looking ahead and the weight of his curiosity made him press his lips into one straight line. Doctor Unohana was easily distinguishable in her white lab coat and trademark braid, but her two companions were supporting worn leather jackets over their uniforms, shades covering half of their faces and Kira had the disconcerting feeling that he was being scrutinised. He fought to not fidget.
Unohana halted to a stop in front of the assembled officers and freshmen, smiling benignly as they saluted her. “It’s good that you’re all here. I’d like to introduce two new officers to our Camp.” She stepped aside, gestured for the newcomers to take over.
The first of the two flashed them a wide, friendly smile, ran a gloved hand through the cascade of golden curls well over her shoulder. Her rather prominent breasts, even through the layers of leather and uniform, informed them that the female population had just increased by one. “Lieutenant Colonel Matsumoto Rangiku, at your service. I’ll be-”
The rest of the Matsumoto’s introduction was lost to Kira when the officer behind Matsumoto took of his shades, pinned Kira with a stare that radiated cool amusement and expectancy. The fur coat was gone and the leather jacket made him look leaner, taller somehow. More intimidating. He took a step forward once Matsumoto ended her short monologue and his smile made Kira think of warmth and forbidden places.
“I’ll see you later.”
“I’m Lieutenant Colonel Hisagi Shuuhei. Nice to meet you.”
Thunders rumbled far above their heads, prophesising more than just drizzles and Kira couldn’t look away from that scarred face, that easy smile.
It would’ve been easier if Hisagi hadn’t been looking right back.
TBC
Extra Note: The Camp is actually a military base and academy at the same time, hence having freshmen etcetera there. Thought I'd clear that out first.
NOW WHO WANTS TO DRAW ME THE BOYS IN MILITARY UNIFORMS?? Edits are LOVE, btw.
Type: Fanfiction: Bleach.
Prompt: Um. The need for more AU?
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, in any form or way. Kubo Tite owns them, and my secret dream is to marry him.
Rating: Um. PG15 at first. And will progressively gets to R.
Word Count: 2,348 words.
Summary: There were secrets that he kept, nightmares that he hid and Kira was made for this, for demands of absolute loyalty and midnight missions. If only Hisagi didn't present him with that sliver of change and hope, he could just continue on in his crazy world for just a little while. [Military!AU, ShuuKira].
Author's Note: First multi chapter Bleach fic. I have no prior knowledge when it comes to military system or military school, other than some research that I'd done. So. I declare that the military system itself is AU inside this AU. =D Your feedbacks will be muchly appreciated and loved!
between now and forever
chapter one : pray for smiles and sunshine
1.
It rained the day he first met Hisagi Shuuhei.
[It never stopped raining anymore. Just rain, rain, rain and more rain and he wondered if God was weeping, why was God weeping?]
The train station was deserted once he got there, silent except for the constant pitterpatterpitterpatter of water against concrete and he was dripping all over, hair sticking to his face and neck [and white scars and dark bruises and and]. He pulled out a bag from the folds of his coat and checked a stack of papers inside, distracted for a few seconds when the fluorescent lights overhead flickered threateningly. A train rumbled far inside the tunnel and he returned his attention to the papers, biting his lip at smeared ink and ruined words because he’d worked so hard, so long to complete this report and the Colonel won’t be pleased ifwhen he tried to offer excuses and he really, really didn’t want to disappoint…
“You’re not gonna cry, are you?”
He jerked in surprise, almost dropped his bag and papers before he noticed someone else inside the station. Midnight horror movies flashed inside his mind [screamingyellingbitingohgodnopleaseplease] and he took a step back, heart hammering against his ribcage. He caught glimpses of dark hair and fur coat before he hastily averted his eyes, stared at a half-naked girl on an advertisement board instead. He tried not to think of Hinamori. “No.”
The lights flickered again and he tightened his grip on the bag.
Silence stretched like infinity, like the rain and he had opened his mouth before his mind could even register the action. He’d been doing that a lot lately - Renji called it ‘following his instinct’. The Colonel called it ‘being disobedient’.
He didn’t like to think that he had the instinct to be disobedient. He wasn’t raised, educated that way.
“It’s cold.” It was so, so obvious and he shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed. His coat was heavy and his formerly-polished boots were covered with mud and he wasn’t thinking straight. He couldn’t have. The papers crinkled unhappily when he curled his fingers. “I mean, it’s raining.”
[Stop talking. Just. Stop talking. What’re you trying to do.]
“It is, isn’t it.”
He nodded to the board at the notquestion, refused to look away lest the stranger sees embarrassment in his eyes. Making small talks wasn’t one of his specialties [feel the wind measure the distance wait wait wait shoot repeat feel the wind measure the distance wait wait wait shoot repeat]. He stuffed the papers back into his bag.
The train finally arrived with a noisy rumblescreech, flashing bright light everywhere. He exhaled in relief, brushed back dirty blond hair from his forehead and stepped inside, grimacing when the air conditioner made his skin prickle with goose bumps. The train was empty, save for two or three men scattered across its length, wrapped up nice and proper for the weather. He chose a seat near to the doors and tried to wring water from his coat, didn’t even pay attention to the footsteps coming towards him. The seat in front of him creaked underneath a new weight and he looked up, looked through bangs that he couldn’t quite remember to cut.
Dark hair, darker eyes and that softinviting smile made him blush.
“Where’re you heading to?”
Would he be violating any rules if he disclosed his destination? He straightened up, placed a hand on his bag for reassurance. “Karakura.”
“To the Camp, right?” His distress must’ve been obvious because the stranger laughed and gestured at him, oddly placating. The fur on the coat bristled. “It’s the uniform. I’ve seen it before.”
He leaned back into his seat, tense shoulders relaxing. The train shook when it made a turn, shrieking siren to alert its passengers that the next stop was near. He ran a hand over his dark green uniform, over silver buckles and buttons and pins of recognition. He’d been one of the best in his class, one of the best in his year. He pulled his coat over them, buttoned up until ugly brown covered proud green. All this and the stranger had been watching, unerring understanding in those eyes and he felt as though [perhaps perhaps] they belonged to the same worldreality.
The train slowed to a stop and the stranger stood up, tripped forward when the train suddenly jerked and he had to reach out to stop the fall. He fumbled with rough fabric and soft fur, searing heat where his hands pressed against smooth skin. The contact was mere seconds and the stranger extracted himself with an apologetic smile, too soon and too late.
“I’ll see you later.”
No maybes and he almost believed those carelessly-said words. Almost.
He closed his eyes and started reciting - under his breath, slow and careful - the components of a quick-freeze bomb.
The heat lingered until he stepped out of the train, three stops and half a state away.
He glanced back even as the train rattled off, drops of rain soaking his coat once again. The station master shouted something unintelligible, shook her fist at him and he nodded, ran towards the relative dryness of the station’s entrance. Renji was already there with an umbrella, all wide grins and firm slaps to his back and a new tattoo to horrify him with. They walked back to the Camp and he picked some wildflowers for Hinamori and Rukia, despite Renji’s teases. The barrack smelt of shoe polish and wet wood, buzzed with activities and conversations. He shed his clothes, took a cold shower and stared at the ceiling until lights out.
He dreamt of fur and skin and heatscorchingheat that night.
2.
“Oi, oi! Kira! Wake up!”
He gasped, choked for air, clawing at nothing and everything. Renji’s hair shone bright crimsonred in the darkness and he swallowed, throat dry and parched. He tried to push Renji away. “I-I’m okay.”
“You sure, man?” The question was thick with concern, disapproval. Renji relented and moved back, offering a glass of water. “I dunno. Maybe we should go to Unohana.”
“No!” His breath was erratic, panicked. He grasped at Renji, fisted his fingers around threadbare shirt. “It’s just a nightmare.” [let me save you, boy, follow me] “I’m okay now, really.”
Renji slinked back into the shadows with an unconvinced ‘if you say so’ and he pulled his blanket over his head, listened to the rain, to occasional thunders and the absence of Renji’s snores until the speakers blared ‘Good Morning, Fuckheads!’
3.
A pin was missing from his uniform, one that he had received upon proving his ability in marksmanship.
One that the Colonel himself had pinned to his chest, two months ago.
Kira stared at the stiff green uniform for half an hour, before putting it on, fingers slip sliding through buttons and hooks and holes. Renji remarked that he looked like hell through a mouthful of croissant and Kira smiled at him like it was any other day. He glanced at the mirror on his way out and paused for a few seconds, studied his reflection carefully. He ran a finger over that empty spot just above his breast pocket.
He felt bare without it.
4.
There was some sort of a commotion at the front gate that morning, excited chatters and unabashed giggles floating through the hallways and Kira looked away from the computer screen, fingers stilled over the keyboard. Renji had also stopped fiddling with a mini transistor he’d talked about fixing and leaned forward, closer to the window. Several freshmen hurried past the room and Renji thrust out a hand, snagged one of them by the collar. The astonished and half-suffocated freshman blinked at them, too surprised to properly acknowledge the gap between their ranks with a salute.
“What happened?” Renji questioned, still trying to see through the crowd and failing. He grumbled something rude and fixed a stare at the much smaller young man.
“Lieutenant Colonel Hisagi, s-sir! He’d come back!”
Renji raised an eyebrow. “He’s here? Now?”
“Sir, yes, sir!”
“Stop yellin’ at my face.” The freshman blushed and nodded, fleeing for safety once Renji relinquished his grip. The redhead grinned and turned to Kira. “Wanna go greet the superstar?”
Kira frowned and tried to match the name with a face. “Hisagi? I’ve never heard of him before. Is he based here?”
“Shit. I forgot. You went to that convention thing last month, right?” [Wasn’t a convention now, was it, boy? Tell him tellhimaboutthatperfectshotthatpinkmist] Renji placed the transistor on the table. “He reported for duty, had tea with Unohana and went off for a field assignment. I escorted him to the station and we got talkin’. Pretty nice guy for a Lieutenant Colonel.”
“Popular too. Must be good looking,” Kira added, lips curling into a slow smile. He saved the report he was working on and booted off the computer, picked up his notebook at the same time. “I suppose we can spare a few minutes to welcome our superior. Just another excuse to slack off, isn’t it?”
Renji clapped a hand over Kira’s shoulder on their way out and the wildcrazy grin characteristic of the redhead widened. “That’s the spirit!”
The crowd in the hallway parted to make way for the two officers and Kira forced himself to look straight ahead, to not squirm at the attention. He’s not used to the rank, not yet and probably, never will. Besides him, Renji was making the best of the situation and was grinning generously at female freshmen and sophomores, most of whom returned the gesture with blushes and a few daring flirtatious grins. Kira nodded and smiled at a few familiar faces, relaxed a little when they were joined by Iba, also on his way to the front gate.
“Fuckin’ too early to kiss someone’s ass, man,” Iba groused in between yawns, scratching his chin. He towered quite above Kira, as decorated as his two companions and his shades couldn’t quite hide his frown. “I’d rather be sleepin’ right now.”
Kira smiled sympathetically at the complaint. Being in charge of the duty schedule, he’d known that Iba was assigned to patrol the night before. “I’m sure this is not compulsory, Iba-san. You can go back for a rest if you want to. We can handle this.”
“Don’t go makin’ excuses for the big baby.” Renji shoved at Iba, who promptly elbowed back. The scuffle was short-lived, once Kira decided to stop them from killing each other. Renji craned his neck and started scrutinising the crowd and beyond. “Where’s Yumichika?”
Iba snorted. “How should I know? He’s your bitch.”
It was probably a good thing that they had reached the gate by that time, since Kira couldn’t quite trust himself to be able to hold Renji back. Three freshmen immediately pulled out umbrellas and accompanied the officers once they stepped out of the protection of stone arches, shielding them from a light drizzle that had already been forecasted and expected. Iba grunted something about the weather and Kira didn’t say a word, concentrated on the jeep parked right in front of the gate. It bore the military insignia on its hood, bone white against dark metal and the missing Yumichika was already there, talking to a shorter girl in a uniform similar to his. Their approach didn’t go unnoticed and Yumichika raised an eyebrow in greeting, pivoting on his heels to face the three officers.
“Ah, the Beauty and the Beasts have finally arrived.”
Renji and Iba immediately demanded/threatened to be enlightened as to who were these ‘beasts’ Yumichika had just mentioned.
Their freshmen escort winced at the volume of the combined voices.
“Good morning, Ayasegawa-san.” Kira’s smile turned slightly bashful - more out of habit than anything - when he nodded at the girl. “Hinamori-san.”
Hinamori nodded back, a bright smile on her face. Kira couldn’t help but notice the shadow underneath her eyes. “Morning to you too, Kira-kun. I didn’t get the chance to thank you for the flowers yesterday. They’re lovely.”
Before Kira could respond, could say ‘it’s nothing’ or ‘I’m glad you like them’, he was interrupted by the sounds of boots against wet asphalt, splashes of shallow puddles heading towards them that reminded him why he was there in the first place. Renji, Iba and Yumichika were already respectfully silent and Kira immediately stood at attention, Hinamori doing the same besides him. Spine straight, looking ahead and the weight of his curiosity made him press his lips into one straight line. Doctor Unohana was easily distinguishable in her white lab coat and trademark braid, but her two companions were supporting worn leather jackets over their uniforms, shades covering half of their faces and Kira had the disconcerting feeling that he was being scrutinised. He fought to not fidget.
Unohana halted to a stop in front of the assembled officers and freshmen, smiling benignly as they saluted her. “It’s good that you’re all here. I’d like to introduce two new officers to our Camp.” She stepped aside, gestured for the newcomers to take over.
The first of the two flashed them a wide, friendly smile, ran a gloved hand through the cascade of golden curls well over her shoulder. Her rather prominent breasts, even through the layers of leather and uniform, informed them that the female population had just increased by one. “Lieutenant Colonel Matsumoto Rangiku, at your service. I’ll be-”
The rest of the Matsumoto’s introduction was lost to Kira when the officer behind Matsumoto took of his shades, pinned Kira with a stare that radiated cool amusement and expectancy. The fur coat was gone and the leather jacket made him look leaner, taller somehow. More intimidating. He took a step forward once Matsumoto ended her short monologue and his smile made Kira think of warmth and forbidden places.
“I’ll see you later.”
“I’m Lieutenant Colonel Hisagi Shuuhei. Nice to meet you.”
Thunders rumbled far above their heads, prophesising more than just drizzles and Kira couldn’t look away from that scarred face, that easy smile.
It would’ve been easier if Hisagi hadn’t been looking right back.
TBC
Extra Note: The Camp is actually a military base and academy at the same time, hence having freshmen etcetera there. Thought I'd clear that out first.
NOW WHO WANTS TO DRAW ME THE BOYS IN MILITARY UNIFORMS?? Edits are LOVE, btw.