Fanfiction : Bleach - Death Redefined
Title: Death Redefined.
Type: Fanfiction : Bleach.
Prompt: mangust's gorgeous art, which shall be featured in the middle or the fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, in any form or way. Kubo Tite own them, and my secret dream is to marry him.
Rating: PG15.
Word Count: 375 words.
Summary: Everybody had forgotten the existence of the small, thin-faced blond vice captain with sad eyes and down-turned mouth, until Kira Izuru joined the patrol team. [ Gen, implied GinKira. WabiKira ]. One-shot.
Author's Note: Dedicated to mangust, who draw some of the prettiest Kira ever. Thank you for allowing me to use your art as an inspiration! This fanfic is a stand-alone, but you might want to read THIS first for better understanding. Feedbacks are welcomed, appreciated and cherished~♥
death redefined
They had nearly forgotten how deadly Kira Izuru could be.
Kira Izuru had always been that meek, gentle person with easy smiles and easier blushes; had always been Ichimaru-taichou’s favourite pretty plaything above all. The blond was confined inside the office most of the time, doing mountains of paperwork and catering to Ichimaru-taichou’s quirky whims, when other lower-ranking officers were dispatched to Human World for patrols and general Hollow-ass-kicking activities. Their vice-captain would be there to welcome them at the end of the day, asking if anyone got injured or killed, and proceeded to fill the appropriate forms with small, careful handwriting, before congratulating them for a job well done. Kira Izuru was a metaphor of obedience, and fragility.
Kira Izuru had shattered when Ichimaru Gin left Soul Society.
There were too many pieces to count, and it was near impossible to piece him together again. Kira Izuru ceased to smile altogether, and though his body still continued through the same routine prior to his captain’s treason, his soul was noticeably absent. As though Ichimaru-taichou had closed his hands around Kira Izuru’s heart and brought it along in his grand disappearance to Hueco Mundo. The Third Division plunged into the worst pit of its history as Soul Society was being rebuilt, and everybody forgot the existence of the small, thin-faced blond vice captain with sad eyes and down-turned mouth.
Until Kira Izuru submitted a written request to join the patrol team.
Wabisuke’s blade gleamed silver underneath the late evening sun, and the officers of the Third Division watched in stunned awe as five huge Hollows bowed around Kira Izuru, pinned to the ground by their own multiplied weight. The blonde’s shinigami robe was torn at one side, dark shredded fabric fluttering like wings behind his thin form. His eyes glinted metallic green, no longer hesitant and anxious. Hints of crimson red blossomed against marble-white skin, and Kira Izuru raised Wabisuke, ready to deal the finishing blow. It was an impressively clean strike, slicing through skeletal masks and agonized wails. The Hollows disintegrated into particles of dust, leaving behind the blonde and his gawking subordinates.
Kira Izuru smiled amidst drying blood and dying sunlight.
Izuru. Lift your head. Be stronger. Izuru.
Yes... Wabisuke.
END
Edit appreciated!
Type: Fanfiction : Bleach.
Prompt: mangust's gorgeous art, which shall be featured in the middle or the fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, in any form or way. Kubo Tite own them, and my secret dream is to marry him.
Rating: PG15.
Word Count: 375 words.
Summary: Everybody had forgotten the existence of the small, thin-faced blond vice captain with sad eyes and down-turned mouth, until Kira Izuru joined the patrol team. [ Gen, implied GinKira. WabiKira ]. One-shot.
Author's Note: Dedicated to mangust, who draw some of the prettiest Kira ever. Thank you for allowing me to use your art as an inspiration! This fanfic is a stand-alone, but you might want to read THIS first for better understanding. Feedbacks are welcomed, appreciated and cherished~♥
death redefined
They had nearly forgotten how deadly Kira Izuru could be.
Kira Izuru had always been that meek, gentle person with easy smiles and easier blushes; had always been Ichimaru-taichou’s favourite pretty plaything above all. The blond was confined inside the office most of the time, doing mountains of paperwork and catering to Ichimaru-taichou’s quirky whims, when other lower-ranking officers were dispatched to Human World for patrols and general Hollow-ass-kicking activities. Their vice-captain would be there to welcome them at the end of the day, asking if anyone got injured or killed, and proceeded to fill the appropriate forms with small, careful handwriting, before congratulating them for a job well done. Kira Izuru was a metaphor of obedience, and fragility.
Kira Izuru had shattered when Ichimaru Gin left Soul Society.
There were too many pieces to count, and it was near impossible to piece him together again. Kira Izuru ceased to smile altogether, and though his body still continued through the same routine prior to his captain’s treason, his soul was noticeably absent. As though Ichimaru-taichou had closed his hands around Kira Izuru’s heart and brought it along in his grand disappearance to Hueco Mundo. The Third Division plunged into the worst pit of its history as Soul Society was being rebuilt, and everybody forgot the existence of the small, thin-faced blond vice captain with sad eyes and down-turned mouth.
Until Kira Izuru submitted a written request to join the patrol team.
Wabisuke’s blade gleamed silver underneath the late evening sun, and the officers of the Third Division watched in stunned awe as five huge Hollows bowed around Kira Izuru, pinned to the ground by their own multiplied weight. The blonde’s shinigami robe was torn at one side, dark shredded fabric fluttering like wings behind his thin form. His eyes glinted metallic green, no longer hesitant and anxious. Hints of crimson red blossomed against marble-white skin, and Kira Izuru raised Wabisuke, ready to deal the finishing blow. It was an impressively clean strike, slicing through skeletal masks and agonized wails. The Hollows disintegrated into particles of dust, leaving behind the blonde and his gawking subordinates.
Kira Izuru smiled amidst drying blood and dying sunlight.
Izuru. Lift your head. Be stronger. Izuru.
Yes... Wabisuke.
END
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