Bleach - [Kensei] - MS AU Years I
Title: Years I
Characters: Muguruma Kensei (hints of Kensei/Shinji)
Rating: PG
Squicks/Spoilers: None
Summary: At eighteen, he was just looking for a job. At thirty-five, he had a lot more.
Author's Note: Based off the mercy_street_rp AU, written for mei_yanohi and whymetoday's requests on this meme.
Kensei
18
"Ain't that hard, is it?" Kensei asks, brow furrowed as he watches the pair on the dias. The building's lights are dim and there aren't that many around this early. A few of the staff are sweeping up trash from the sticky floor and rearranging the chairs and tables for tonight's 'performance', but that's really all the activity on the floor.
The manager grins from the seat across from Kensei, his eyes fixed on the barely legal kid whose silver hair and already firm muscles make him look a lot older than the age on his driver's license. "Not that hard at all really. That is, if you fight like you did last night, I figure. No rules, but they don't like it if you play too dirty right off the bat. Just don't be surprised if someone pulls a knife on you, eh?"
"Huh," but the manager hardly has to sell the idea to Kensei. The way he stares at the sparring pair says it all. It's a done deal before he even fishes out a pen and a contract.
35
Kensei's arm is slower in retaliation than it used to be, but he still moves to counter the playful punch to his side with an almost lazy movement. His firm hand curls around a much bonier one before it even connects to the flour-speckled apron.
"Too slow, boss," he smiles, flicking a fair share of the white powder in Shinji's direction. It's been a few long years since the fighting died down in the city and even shorter since he retired from the vizord front lines. A broken kneecap that never set right made sure of that. But, they don't need so much of his fists these days and, while he misses the fighting, his fists are just as well at home at other things and bury just as well in pizza dough as they used to in arrancar guts.
"Got some time? I got another hour before work," Shinji murmurs, his long fingers finding purchase against the firm muscles of Kensei's frame. He's getting that low tone in his voice that always seems to come whenever Kensei's been in the kitchen long enough to get truly down and dirty.
The thug laughs as he reaches up to thread a powdered hand through clean blond hair, "Yeah, boss. I got all the time in the world."
Characters: Muguruma Kensei (hints of Kensei/Shinji)
Rating: PG
Squicks/Spoilers: None
Summary: At eighteen, he was just looking for a job. At thirty-five, he had a lot more.
Author's Note: Based off the mercy_street_rp AU, written for mei_yanohi and whymetoday's requests on this meme.
Kensei
18
"Ain't that hard, is it?" Kensei asks, brow furrowed as he watches the pair on the dias. The building's lights are dim and there aren't that many around this early. A few of the staff are sweeping up trash from the sticky floor and rearranging the chairs and tables for tonight's 'performance', but that's really all the activity on the floor.
The manager grins from the seat across from Kensei, his eyes fixed on the barely legal kid whose silver hair and already firm muscles make him look a lot older than the age on his driver's license. "Not that hard at all really. That is, if you fight like you did last night, I figure. No rules, but they don't like it if you play too dirty right off the bat. Just don't be surprised if someone pulls a knife on you, eh?"
"Huh," but the manager hardly has to sell the idea to Kensei. The way he stares at the sparring pair says it all. It's a done deal before he even fishes out a pen and a contract.
35
Kensei's arm is slower in retaliation than it used to be, but he still moves to counter the playful punch to his side with an almost lazy movement. His firm hand curls around a much bonier one before it even connects to the flour-speckled apron.
"Too slow, boss," he smiles, flicking a fair share of the white powder in Shinji's direction. It's been a few long years since the fighting died down in the city and even shorter since he retired from the vizord front lines. A broken kneecap that never set right made sure of that. But, they don't need so much of his fists these days and, while he misses the fighting, his fists are just as well at home at other things and bury just as well in pizza dough as they used to in arrancar guts.
"Got some time? I got another hour before work," Shinji murmurs, his long fingers finding purchase against the firm muscles of Kensei's frame. He's getting that low tone in his voice that always seems to come whenever Kensei's been in the kitchen long enough to get truly down and dirty.
The thug laughs as he reaches up to thread a powdered hand through clean blond hair, "Yeah, boss. I got all the time in the world."