sting to my heart [Shuuhei x Soi #8]
Title: sting to my heart
Author: me ^^
Characters/Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei X Soifon
Rating/Warnings: R
theme: #8 - Butterflies
Author's note: Settled in a quite remote future where the thing is already going on. I'm not english mothertongue, and I currently have no betareader for my english writings. I'm sorry if I made some mistakes, please be nice and point them out if you find some. Thank you all a lot ^^
- you have done… what?
Soi abruptly asked when he stopped her from removing, in her typical casual way, the dark fabric of his kimono from his wide chest. “Oh.. I forget to tell you, I’ve got a new tattoo” he had just whispered in her ear in an identical casual way, but the second squad taichou suddenly stopped to rub her bony hands on his demanding body and looked at him in a severe, meaningful fashion. When she had that look - the ‘I know that you know you have done something that will displease me and you are trying to make it sound nice anyway, but I’m _not_ stupid’ look - there was nothing you can do to avoid the confrontation. Shuuhei sighed, and then opened himself the black cotton robe exposing the fine design that now decorate his amber skin…
A black butterfly, in the shape of the mark his beautiful mate’s claw used to leave on the body of her victims, has spread its wings on his naked chest, hypnotic black circles tattooed all over his heart.
Soi stared, frozen in a half surprised, half disbelieving expression, that Shuuhei would have surely found amusing if she wasn’t looking at that childish, disgustingly romantic brand-new tattoo of him, and he wasn’t suddenly starting to feel oh so very stupid. Less than two months of someway reciprocate affair is a short time in the life of a shinigami, and a tattoo on the body of a shinigami was destined to last for a considerable number of months, dangerously close to the common meaning of the word ‘forever’.
- I asked Akon-kun to make this, and he’s foreseen a considerable number of the victims of your Suzumebachi, so the shape must be correct…- he tried to say with a half smile and a strangely awkward voice. Shuuhei was not used to feel uncomfortable, but Soi was still staring at him with that blank look, unpredictable. Then, after another minute of silence, she raised one of her finger and started to trace the wings of the butterfly, from the sharp stinger to the core of the shape, from the soft skin of his muscles straight on to his heart…. Then she shook her head and muttered, moving on to the kitchen of her house
- You… you are really an idiot…
Shuuhei smiled. Even if she was not facing him anymore, from his angle he could see that hidden smile of her that, he had learnt, could be read as appreciation in flagrant denial, but in the end he didn’t care too much about her inability to showing what she’s actually thinking. That just mean he had to become better and better in reading her, and he had plenty of time for learning. Something very close to the common meaning of the word ‘forever’.
- You’d better head here and help me to chop vegetables, otherwise your yet pretty damaged brain won’t be feed on anything but your sick sugary romance, you silly man…. - she called him from the kitchen, her voice back to her usual, harsh tune.
- Coming, Honeybee… - he said half-laughing, just to find a sharp knife pointed with awesome ninja skills exactly at his shameful brand-new tattoo.
- Don’t you dare say it again, Hisagi -taichou… don’t you dare…
Author: me ^^
Characters/Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei X Soifon
Rating/Warnings: R
theme: #8 - Butterflies
Author's note: Settled in a quite remote future where the thing is already going on. I'm not english mothertongue, and I currently have no betareader for my english writings. I'm sorry if I made some mistakes, please be nice and point them out if you find some. Thank you all a lot ^^
- you have done… what?
Soi abruptly asked when he stopped her from removing, in her typical casual way, the dark fabric of his kimono from his wide chest. “Oh.. I forget to tell you, I’ve got a new tattoo” he had just whispered in her ear in an identical casual way, but the second squad taichou suddenly stopped to rub her bony hands on his demanding body and looked at him in a severe, meaningful fashion. When she had that look - the ‘I know that you know you have done something that will displease me and you are trying to make it sound nice anyway, but I’m _not_ stupid’ look - there was nothing you can do to avoid the confrontation. Shuuhei sighed, and then opened himself the black cotton robe exposing the fine design that now decorate his amber skin…
A black butterfly, in the shape of the mark his beautiful mate’s claw used to leave on the body of her victims, has spread its wings on his naked chest, hypnotic black circles tattooed all over his heart.
Soi stared, frozen in a half surprised, half disbelieving expression, that Shuuhei would have surely found amusing if she wasn’t looking at that childish, disgustingly romantic brand-new tattoo of him, and he wasn’t suddenly starting to feel oh so very stupid. Less than two months of someway reciprocate affair is a short time in the life of a shinigami, and a tattoo on the body of a shinigami was destined to last for a considerable number of months, dangerously close to the common meaning of the word ‘forever’.
- I asked Akon-kun to make this, and he’s foreseen a considerable number of the victims of your Suzumebachi, so the shape must be correct…- he tried to say with a half smile and a strangely awkward voice. Shuuhei was not used to feel uncomfortable, but Soi was still staring at him with that blank look, unpredictable. Then, after another minute of silence, she raised one of her finger and started to trace the wings of the butterfly, from the sharp stinger to the core of the shape, from the soft skin of his muscles straight on to his heart…. Then she shook her head and muttered, moving on to the kitchen of her house
- You… you are really an idiot…
Shuuhei smiled. Even if she was not facing him anymore, from his angle he could see that hidden smile of her that, he had learnt, could be read as appreciation in flagrant denial, but in the end he didn’t care too much about her inability to showing what she’s actually thinking. That just mean he had to become better and better in reading her, and he had plenty of time for learning. Something very close to the common meaning of the word ‘forever’.
- You’d better head here and help me to chop vegetables, otherwise your yet pretty damaged brain won’t be feed on anything but your sick sugary romance, you silly man…. - she called him from the kitchen, her voice back to her usual, harsh tune.
- Coming, Honeybee… - he said half-laughing, just to find a sharp knife pointed with awesome ninja skills exactly at his shameful brand-new tattoo.
- Don’t you dare say it again, Hisagi -taichou… don’t you dare…