Bleach - [Urahara/Ichigo] - Kings, Queens, and Pawns
Written for bleach_flashfic (XD And inspired by this site, believe it or not). Originally posted here!
Title: Kings, Queens, and Pawns
Author's Name: shinigamikender
Requester's Name: aviss
Pairing: Urahara/Ichigo (hints at Aizen/Ulquiorra)
Rating: R
Squicks/Spoilers: Vague spoilers for the arrancar arc
Author's Note: XD; This wasn't at all what I had planned. Hope you enjoy, though? Based on this request.
It is a game, really. A challenge, if one could call it that. Two brilliant minds locked in a war that no one can fully comprehend.
Imagine, if one might, a chessboard. It sits between two men.
One of them has an open, congenial face. His smiles come easily and full of warmth. He's the father so many could wish for and, indeed, became a father for those in the Soul Society. One might never guess that hidden behind that sweet smile was a mind that was always working away, chipping the world apart piece by piece.
The other man seems slightly less honest, but that might be the fact that his eyes are obscured beneath the wide brim of his hat and the smile that ghosts over his stubble-ridden face is frequently covered with a playful flap of a fan. Unlike the other, he chatters as he plays, filling the silent room with hints and teasings of things to come and things that have gone before.
The man with the hat loves to point out the little mistakes of the other. His frustratingly calm demeanor only makes it all the more irritating.
However, the game isn't theirs alone. While they fill the seats and play their parts, moving the pieces in their facade of a war, it's those that fill the board that are the real players. Without the pawns, the game can never be played properly.
And, like any proper pawns, they have no idea they're being used.
Some, of course, enjoy their places. They have their goals and their ideals. They want to right their little worlds. They want revenge for their loved ones. They want to prove themselves to their friends, family, and co-workers and both of the players know just how to work the game so that each of their pawns works perfectly into their plans, without even realizing how well they're being played.
But, out of all of the pawns, knights, rooks, and more that are scattered across the board, each player has their favorites. They take up the king's space and, at their side, is the queen. While they might defend themselves, but it is the queen that does the real work for them.
The queens are the most dangerous pieces on the board, potent with power, with some of the widest ranges and the players use them well in more than one way.
The fatherly player, while surrounded by his loyal bishops, entrusts his will to his queen to go the farthest. His queen is proud and garbed in white, like all of those on his side of the board. The queen, with dark streaks down his cheeks, is the one the king sends to retrieve rooks that have forgotten their proper places on the board and to capture those on his opponent's side. And, once the missions are completed, he rewards his queen with simple words. His wide hand curls in the short, black hair that's exposed beneath the hard white mask. His thumb trails along the matching tear stains that never leave the pale flesh. When he thrusts into his queen's much smaller body, the queen's choked gasp is almost impossible to hear.
The other player's queen is far different, which Urahara, the black king, appreciates. While Ichigo might be unaware of his position on the board, much unlike the white queen, Urahara truly believes the young vizard is more powerful and far more amusing to play with.
The white might like to predict the moves of each of his pieces, mind ticking away behind a sweet countenance, the black king prefers a bit of predictable unpredictability. To the black king, having a queen at his side who might not always do what he expects him to is almost amusing and it's nearly as laughable as the way his queen struggles beneath him.
The white queen may be passive beneath the white king's hands, but this isn't the case for the black king and queen. Urahara chuckles beneath his breath as he holds Ichigo closer, the young boy's skin slick from the bath water. They've fought both ways this evening, with both words and swords. Urahara was the obvious victor in both, although if you asked Ichigo that conclusion would be debatable at best. Although, if one asked Ichigo later what had happened in the bath's confines, he would tell them 'nothing', so his word isn't always to be trusted.
There's only a few ways to truly relieve tension and among Urahara's favorites is this. The younger boy's body is tight against his. Ichigo doesn't know what he's doing exactly, but that only makes things that much more interesting. He prepares him fast, working with the boy's temper as well as his own impatience. There's nothing truly romantic about the encounter, but their lips meet once or twice as Urahara works, calloused fingers less than gentle against Ichigo's nearly virginal skin.
When Urahara thrusts, his yellow hair brushing against the bright orange of his queen's, he thinks little of the game. This isn't so much a moving of a pawn. It's the setting down of deeper lines. In this way, unlike on the board, the king and the queen are connected, breeching space in a way they could never truly do on a game board.
As the black queen shudders against him, cursing beneath his breath as he comes messily against Urahara, the black king has to smile a grin just a bit wider than his enigmatic one.
Because the black king knows that once this game is finished and the board is wiped, he'll have another game to play, one that involves only him and his queen.
He looks forward to it.
Title: Kings, Queens, and Pawns
Author's Name: shinigamikender
Requester's Name: aviss
Pairing: Urahara/Ichigo (hints at Aizen/Ulquiorra)
Rating: R
Squicks/Spoilers: Vague spoilers for the arrancar arc
Author's Note: XD; This wasn't at all what I had planned. Hope you enjoy, though? Based on this request.
It is a game, really. A challenge, if one could call it that. Two brilliant minds locked in a war that no one can fully comprehend.
Imagine, if one might, a chessboard. It sits between two men.
One of them has an open, congenial face. His smiles come easily and full of warmth. He's the father so many could wish for and, indeed, became a father for those in the Soul Society. One might never guess that hidden behind that sweet smile was a mind that was always working away, chipping the world apart piece by piece.
The other man seems slightly less honest, but that might be the fact that his eyes are obscured beneath the wide brim of his hat and the smile that ghosts over his stubble-ridden face is frequently covered with a playful flap of a fan. Unlike the other, he chatters as he plays, filling the silent room with hints and teasings of things to come and things that have gone before.
The man with the hat loves to point out the little mistakes of the other. His frustratingly calm demeanor only makes it all the more irritating.
However, the game isn't theirs alone. While they fill the seats and play their parts, moving the pieces in their facade of a war, it's those that fill the board that are the real players. Without the pawns, the game can never be played properly.
And, like any proper pawns, they have no idea they're being used.
Some, of course, enjoy their places. They have their goals and their ideals. They want to right their little worlds. They want revenge for their loved ones. They want to prove themselves to their friends, family, and co-workers and both of the players know just how to work the game so that each of their pawns works perfectly into their plans, without even realizing how well they're being played.
But, out of all of the pawns, knights, rooks, and more that are scattered across the board, each player has their favorites. They take up the king's space and, at their side, is the queen. While they might defend themselves, but it is the queen that does the real work for them.
The queens are the most dangerous pieces on the board, potent with power, with some of the widest ranges and the players use them well in more than one way.
The fatherly player, while surrounded by his loyal bishops, entrusts his will to his queen to go the farthest. His queen is proud and garbed in white, like all of those on his side of the board. The queen, with dark streaks down his cheeks, is the one the king sends to retrieve rooks that have forgotten their proper places on the board and to capture those on his opponent's side. And, once the missions are completed, he rewards his queen with simple words. His wide hand curls in the short, black hair that's exposed beneath the hard white mask. His thumb trails along the matching tear stains that never leave the pale flesh. When he thrusts into his queen's much smaller body, the queen's choked gasp is almost impossible to hear.
The other player's queen is far different, which Urahara, the black king, appreciates. While Ichigo might be unaware of his position on the board, much unlike the white queen, Urahara truly believes the young vizard is more powerful and far more amusing to play with.
The white might like to predict the moves of each of his pieces, mind ticking away behind a sweet countenance, the black king prefers a bit of predictable unpredictability. To the black king, having a queen at his side who might not always do what he expects him to is almost amusing and it's nearly as laughable as the way his queen struggles beneath him.
The white queen may be passive beneath the white king's hands, but this isn't the case for the black king and queen. Urahara chuckles beneath his breath as he holds Ichigo closer, the young boy's skin slick from the bath water. They've fought both ways this evening, with both words and swords. Urahara was the obvious victor in both, although if you asked Ichigo that conclusion would be debatable at best. Although, if one asked Ichigo later what had happened in the bath's confines, he would tell them 'nothing', so his word isn't always to be trusted.
There's only a few ways to truly relieve tension and among Urahara's favorites is this. The younger boy's body is tight against his. Ichigo doesn't know what he's doing exactly, but that only makes things that much more interesting. He prepares him fast, working with the boy's temper as well as his own impatience. There's nothing truly romantic about the encounter, but their lips meet once or twice as Urahara works, calloused fingers less than gentle against Ichigo's nearly virginal skin.
When Urahara thrusts, his yellow hair brushing against the bright orange of his queen's, he thinks little of the game. This isn't so much a moving of a pawn. It's the setting down of deeper lines. In this way, unlike on the board, the king and the queen are connected, breeching space in a way they could never truly do on a game board.
As the black queen shudders against him, cursing beneath his breath as he comes messily against Urahara, the black king has to smile a grin just a bit wider than his enigmatic one.
Because the black king knows that once this game is finished and the board is wiped, he'll have another game to play, one that involves only him and his queen.
He looks forward to it.