Triple Bleach Crack
For Smoking Bleach. Ohhh, I'm feeling goooood todaay.
Title: Breaking and Healing
Pairing: Soi Fong/Urahara Kisuke, slight Yoruichi/Urahara and Yoruichi/Soi Fong
Rating: G, maybe PG
Notes: From Yoruichi's perspective, well more like second-person Yoruichi's POV, but anyway. I have Soi Fong loving Yoruichi, some ppl may be inclined to think differently but that's how my fic's gonna make it
Urahara Kisuke loves you.
Soi Fong loves you.
You love neither of them. At least, not in the way that they love you, mere brushes of skin sparking intense feelings, a kind or friendly word tossed their way and they grab onto it like a starving dog does for a bone, daydreaming of impossibilities (not quite, nothing is impossible you believe, but this is very implausible) and whispering your name in the darkness of the night when they believe no one is looking.
They are both emotional creatures, Soi Fong who acts like stone yet burns with rage and passion, and Urahara who smirks and calculates coldly but fawns with a tenderness that terrifies the others so much they choose to ignore it and forget it instead.
You are not a heartless person. You will not lead them on and continue to feed them half-truths in an attempt to keep them both satisfied, not offer them scraps and bones that no person with any dignity should reach for, (though that is what love does to people, you suppose) not prevent them from seeing the true potential... in each other.
You break their hearts, but only because you know they are strong enough to break and strong enough to heal again. Soi Fong disappears to who-knows-where for many pale yellow moons, and comes back beaten and bruised, a shiner in her right eye and blood streaking form a tattered left ear; her eyes empty and devoid of the flames that definied her so. Urahara buries himself beneath his business, buying and selling and crunching stats all day, something that doesn't have to do with human emotions, the fragility of it all; his motions lose their quirkiness that belonged to him alone.
Something inside of you snaps at seeing them, tossed away and lost like stray puppies who've been abandoned in the harsh pounding rain, but you cannot take back what you said, cannot take back the past, if that's one thing you've learned from all the years you've spent outside of Soul Society.
When they fall into each others' embraces, wandering spirits finding kindred and trying to forge a path back to life, that something inside of you shatters, even as you acknowledge that this is the only thing that could've happened if you were to be fair to them, if you were to give them both equal chances.
But fairness was never your world, was never your stronghold, never your redeeming quality to the peasants that toiled outside the wall. (not that you ever tried to make yourself likeable to the peasants)
But this is what love does, you guess, turn the world completely upside down, and you smile bitterly as they tentatively reach towards each other and a better future.
Title: Like a Movie Script
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Sado "Chad" Yasutora
Rating: PG
Notes: Nah.
Everyone knows Ichigo and Chad have a special relationship, something they will never be able to comprehend. Chad saved Ichigo from a bunch of thugs, and Ichigo saved Chad right back, like two guys starring in a cliche action movie do, and this has generated a bond between them that no one else will ever be able to compare to.
When they fight they're not in perfect tandem like two people who are lifelong partners do, but that's because they're not really two guys starring in a cliche action movie, they're two guys starring in a real life situation.
They're allowed to be clumsy, have a lapse of communication, interact moderately, not be in life-threatening situations all the time.
Hell, they're even allowed to be gay.
Ichigo is too much of a macho man to confess to it, and Chad is too reserved and a nice guy to speak up about it, but when they look at each other, shy tenderness and repressed passion in their eyes, nothing needs to be said at all.
Kind of like a cliche movie moment, really.
Title: Don't Wish For Another Life
Pairing: Tsumugi Ururu/Shihouin Yoruichi
Rating: G, maybe PG
Notes: Bleugh, this is pretty bad.
Yoruichi does not comfort people.
Especially not crybabies like Ururu, who should really not be fighting in a dangerous situation anyway, should not have to work hard with wounded eyes like a beaten wife, (though she looks like that all the time anyway, and that annoys Yoruichi more than anything) who should be curled up in a majestic parlor on a black leather couch, the fire stoked and warm, or at least living a relatively easy life, not ever needing to call upon skills she despises using.
But Ururu is Ururu, and she does no small task, cleaning and sweeping and doing menial chores that they all would hate doing, and if she wants to be coddled, then so be it. Ururu deserves that, at least, though Yoruichi often wonders why she thinks Ururu should be deserving anything. (the whacks to the head by Jinta all the time should be compensated for though)
Yoruichi doesn't know the feeling that washes over her when Ururu is cradled by Yoruichi's unsure arms, or when Ururu pets Yoruichi's sleek black fur in cat form. Or perhaps she does know, because she sees it all the time in her colleagues expressions, from borderline-sickening Ichigo to almost imperceptible Urahara. But this only makes her even more ashamed of the warm fuzzy feeling, because Ururu is still a child, and so completely not fit for this life.
Yet she can't help herself; eyes closed to listen to Ururu's breathing against her chest she murmurs, "Tsumugi," and when Ururu reaches for her hand she takes it without looking.
Liked the first one best, second one almost as much as the first one, but the third one kinda... bleugh. >_< Oh well. I had fun. ^_^
And yes, I did break my promise to not update until Silence was finished. But, I really wanted to participate and crap, and I decently liked what I wrote, so I'm putting it up on my own lj as well. *shrugs*
Title: Breaking and Healing
Pairing: Soi Fong/Urahara Kisuke, slight Yoruichi/Urahara and Yoruichi/Soi Fong
Rating: G, maybe PG
Notes: From Yoruichi's perspective, well more like second-person Yoruichi's POV, but anyway. I have Soi Fong loving Yoruichi, some ppl may be inclined to think differently but that's how my fic's gonna make it
Urahara Kisuke loves you.
Soi Fong loves you.
You love neither of them. At least, not in the way that they love you, mere brushes of skin sparking intense feelings, a kind or friendly word tossed their way and they grab onto it like a starving dog does for a bone, daydreaming of impossibilities (not quite, nothing is impossible you believe, but this is very implausible) and whispering your name in the darkness of the night when they believe no one is looking.
They are both emotional creatures, Soi Fong who acts like stone yet burns with rage and passion, and Urahara who smirks and calculates coldly but fawns with a tenderness that terrifies the others so much they choose to ignore it and forget it instead.
You are not a heartless person. You will not lead them on and continue to feed them half-truths in an attempt to keep them both satisfied, not offer them scraps and bones that no person with any dignity should reach for, (though that is what love does to people, you suppose) not prevent them from seeing the true potential... in each other.
You break their hearts, but only because you know they are strong enough to break and strong enough to heal again. Soi Fong disappears to who-knows-where for many pale yellow moons, and comes back beaten and bruised, a shiner in her right eye and blood streaking form a tattered left ear; her eyes empty and devoid of the flames that definied her so. Urahara buries himself beneath his business, buying and selling and crunching stats all day, something that doesn't have to do with human emotions, the fragility of it all; his motions lose their quirkiness that belonged to him alone.
Something inside of you snaps at seeing them, tossed away and lost like stray puppies who've been abandoned in the harsh pounding rain, but you cannot take back what you said, cannot take back the past, if that's one thing you've learned from all the years you've spent outside of Soul Society.
When they fall into each others' embraces, wandering spirits finding kindred and trying to forge a path back to life, that something inside of you shatters, even as you acknowledge that this is the only thing that could've happened if you were to be fair to them, if you were to give them both equal chances.
But fairness was never your world, was never your stronghold, never your redeeming quality to the peasants that toiled outside the wall. (not that you ever tried to make yourself likeable to the peasants)
But this is what love does, you guess, turn the world completely upside down, and you smile bitterly as they tentatively reach towards each other and a better future.
Title: Like a Movie Script
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Sado "Chad" Yasutora
Rating: PG
Notes: Nah.
Everyone knows Ichigo and Chad have a special relationship, something they will never be able to comprehend. Chad saved Ichigo from a bunch of thugs, and Ichigo saved Chad right back, like two guys starring in a cliche action movie do, and this has generated a bond between them that no one else will ever be able to compare to.
When they fight they're not in perfect tandem like two people who are lifelong partners do, but that's because they're not really two guys starring in a cliche action movie, they're two guys starring in a real life situation.
They're allowed to be clumsy, have a lapse of communication, interact moderately, not be in life-threatening situations all the time.
Hell, they're even allowed to be gay.
Ichigo is too much of a macho man to confess to it, and Chad is too reserved and a nice guy to speak up about it, but when they look at each other, shy tenderness and repressed passion in their eyes, nothing needs to be said at all.
Kind of like a cliche movie moment, really.
Title: Don't Wish For Another Life
Pairing: Tsumugi Ururu/Shihouin Yoruichi
Rating: G, maybe PG
Notes: Bleugh, this is pretty bad.
Yoruichi does not comfort people.
Especially not crybabies like Ururu, who should really not be fighting in a dangerous situation anyway, should not have to work hard with wounded eyes like a beaten wife, (though she looks like that all the time anyway, and that annoys Yoruichi more than anything) who should be curled up in a majestic parlor on a black leather couch, the fire stoked and warm, or at least living a relatively easy life, not ever needing to call upon skills she despises using.
But Ururu is Ururu, and she does no small task, cleaning and sweeping and doing menial chores that they all would hate doing, and if she wants to be coddled, then so be it. Ururu deserves that, at least, though Yoruichi often wonders why she thinks Ururu should be deserving anything. (the whacks to the head by Jinta all the time should be compensated for though)
Yoruichi doesn't know the feeling that washes over her when Ururu is cradled by Yoruichi's unsure arms, or when Ururu pets Yoruichi's sleek black fur in cat form. Or perhaps she does know, because she sees it all the time in her colleagues expressions, from borderline-sickening Ichigo to almost imperceptible Urahara. But this only makes her even more ashamed of the warm fuzzy feeling, because Ururu is still a child, and so completely not fit for this life.
Yet she can't help herself; eyes closed to listen to Ururu's breathing against her chest she murmurs, "Tsumugi," and when Ururu reaches for her hand she takes it without looking.
Liked the first one best, second one almost as much as the first one, but the third one kinda... bleugh. >_< Oh well. I had fun. ^_^
And yes, I did break my promise to not update until Silence was finished. But, I really wanted to participate and crap, and I decently liked what I wrote, so I'm putting it up on my own lj as well. *shrugs*