fic: bleach, isshin/masaki, pg-13.
Firsties, I love kaedabean's Frat Boys Universe. It's for Bleach, spoilers up to manga chapter 186 (or probably the next episode of anime) and while it requires some suspension of belief (can you imagine various shinigamis, mainly Urahara & Aizen, being drinking buddies?), it's just awesome, awesome crack.
my heart in your hand
fandom: bleach
pairing: isshin/masaki
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns all and everything, I don't.
warnings: SPOILERS FOR MANGA UP TO CHAPTER 186 (or probably episode 111 of the anime - we shall see).
words: ~700
notes: This is unbeta'ed and majorly majorly schmoopy. But I reckon it's okay because Isshin's a big ball of schmoop anyway. To celebrate schmoopiness, I titled this fic after a translated line in a Kent song "Utan Dina Andetag".
She told him on their first date (movie, dinner at a noodle bar, he walked her home - so ordinary) that what she wanted was no secrets. No lies. He smiled at her, and she squeezed his hand and that's when he decided. No lies. But one secret. Just one, dear, just one.
*
He told her no lies. He was between jobs (not a shinigami any more, not yet a doctor). He was going to become a doctor. He wanted to see her again, soon (also true). Later, he told more truths. He loved her. Loved her enough to leave everything he'd previously known because of her, switch excitement and danger of a shinigami to a meaningful, but ordinary life as a human doctor (though he didn't tell her all this with these exact words). He hoped to marry her. He wanted to have children with her. He would always love her, until his dying breath.
But one secret. Just one.
Because how could she understand something like that? He could feel her reiatsu on their first date, but it was so tiny, hardly existant, she surely couldn't see ghosts, be aware of that world. How could he possibly tell her? How could she ever accept something like that about him?
So many in the human world believe love to be unconditional. Isshin could believe it, maybe sometimes, when she put up with his bad habits and tendencies with admirable patience. She forgave him for his shortcomings, and had such faith in him that it stunned him every time. She didn't know the man he had been at all, didn't know his real strength or potential but she knew the man he was and believed him to be more than he ever really was. It shocked him, and later inspired him. Maybe one day he'd actually be the man Masaki felt she had married. The wonderful husband, the responsible father, the talented doctor.
Every word of praise she gave him, he wanted to return to her. She seemed so much more worthy of it.
Masaki didn't know Kurosaki Isshin, the shinigami. She knew the man inside, and loved him, so unconditionally even that maybe she could've faced the truth - his one secret. Maybe.
*
“I don't like dishonest boys,” Masaki said, flicking her hair back, looking into his eyes over their two bowls of noodles. “So you better not keep any secrets from me.”
She then laughed, and he laughed as well, soon choking on his noodles a little. She patted his back as he coughed. As his eyes watered and he grew more and more embarrassed, she just laughed some more.
“You're very cute.”
“You're very straightforward,” he replied, feeling a blush creep up his neck.
She looked away, blushing a little herself now.
“But I don't mean it as a bad thing,” he added hastily. “No lies.”
She smiled. “No lies. Even if the truth hurts.”
*
Aeons later he stares at her picture, her smile shining in the moonlight as he smokes after a long day of work, the kids already tucked in bed. Would the truth have hurt so much, he wonders. Would she have understood him better, could he have saved - but those questions are too late to be answered now. The ones he can answer are the ones that she too wondered about, but can no longer ask. Will Ichigo grow up to do great things? Will the girls go to university? What will become of him without her?
After all, those are the questions that really matter. The future, the one where he hopes to become what she saw him as being.
He hears a strong wind hit the window, so he looks outside. Ichigo is running away in his shinigami outfit, that girl again on his heel. Isshin stubs his cigarette, makes another vague promise (but not to her - never to her will he make any promise he knows he can't keep) to quit smoking and decides to go to bed.
He's not sure how he feels about things forming a full circle. Ichigo has only one secret - exactly one to replace his father's.
Just one secret.
--
SCHMOOOOOOP and angst. I wanted it to be hotter but alas. Anyway, things in Bleach I want to write: Hinamori/Aizen from Aizen's POV (can't seem to manage this), anything Ichigo/Rukia (haaawwt), hmmm Kyoraku/Nanao (soooo canon), MORE ISSHIN FIC unless Kate writes some more of it...
I AM SO INTO THIS FANDOM OMG. Must finish reading the rest of the volumes tonight.
my heart in your hand
fandom: bleach
pairing: isshin/masaki
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns all and everything, I don't.
warnings: SPOILERS FOR MANGA UP TO CHAPTER 186 (or probably episode 111 of the anime - we shall see).
words: ~700
notes: This is unbeta'ed and majorly majorly schmoopy. But I reckon it's okay because Isshin's a big ball of schmoop anyway. To celebrate schmoopiness, I titled this fic after a translated line in a Kent song "Utan Dina Andetag".
She told him on their first date (movie, dinner at a noodle bar, he walked her home - so ordinary) that what she wanted was no secrets. No lies. He smiled at her, and she squeezed his hand and that's when he decided. No lies. But one secret. Just one, dear, just one.
*
He told her no lies. He was between jobs (not a shinigami any more, not yet a doctor). He was going to become a doctor. He wanted to see her again, soon (also true). Later, he told more truths. He loved her. Loved her enough to leave everything he'd previously known because of her, switch excitement and danger of a shinigami to a meaningful, but ordinary life as a human doctor (though he didn't tell her all this with these exact words). He hoped to marry her. He wanted to have children with her. He would always love her, until his dying breath.
But one secret. Just one.
Because how could she understand something like that? He could feel her reiatsu on their first date, but it was so tiny, hardly existant, she surely couldn't see ghosts, be aware of that world. How could he possibly tell her? How could she ever accept something like that about him?
So many in the human world believe love to be unconditional. Isshin could believe it, maybe sometimes, when she put up with his bad habits and tendencies with admirable patience. She forgave him for his shortcomings, and had such faith in him that it stunned him every time. She didn't know the man he had been at all, didn't know his real strength or potential but she knew the man he was and believed him to be more than he ever really was. It shocked him, and later inspired him. Maybe one day he'd actually be the man Masaki felt she had married. The wonderful husband, the responsible father, the talented doctor.
Every word of praise she gave him, he wanted to return to her. She seemed so much more worthy of it.
Masaki didn't know Kurosaki Isshin, the shinigami. She knew the man inside, and loved him, so unconditionally even that maybe she could've faced the truth - his one secret. Maybe.
*
“I don't like dishonest boys,” Masaki said, flicking her hair back, looking into his eyes over their two bowls of noodles. “So you better not keep any secrets from me.”
She then laughed, and he laughed as well, soon choking on his noodles a little. She patted his back as he coughed. As his eyes watered and he grew more and more embarrassed, she just laughed some more.
“You're very cute.”
“You're very straightforward,” he replied, feeling a blush creep up his neck.
She looked away, blushing a little herself now.
“But I don't mean it as a bad thing,” he added hastily. “No lies.”
She smiled. “No lies. Even if the truth hurts.”
*
Aeons later he stares at her picture, her smile shining in the moonlight as he smokes after a long day of work, the kids already tucked in bed. Would the truth have hurt so much, he wonders. Would she have understood him better, could he have saved - but those questions are too late to be answered now. The ones he can answer are the ones that she too wondered about, but can no longer ask. Will Ichigo grow up to do great things? Will the girls go to university? What will become of him without her?
After all, those are the questions that really matter. The future, the one where he hopes to become what she saw him as being.
He hears a strong wind hit the window, so he looks outside. Ichigo is running away in his shinigami outfit, that girl again on his heel. Isshin stubs his cigarette, makes another vague promise (but not to her - never to her will he make any promise he knows he can't keep) to quit smoking and decides to go to bed.
He's not sure how he feels about things forming a full circle. Ichigo has only one secret - exactly one to replace his father's.
Just one secret.
--
SCHMOOOOOOP and angst. I wanted it to be hotter but alas. Anyway, things in Bleach I want to write: Hinamori/Aizen from Aizen's POV (can't seem to manage this), anything Ichigo/Rukia (haaawwt), hmmm Kyoraku/Nanao (soooo canon), MORE ISSHIN FIC unless Kate writes some more of it...
I AM SO INTO THIS FANDOM OMG. Must finish reading the rest of the volumes tonight.