Bleach drabbles
Look it's fic ^_^ (sort of). I have Bleach drabbles decided to limit it to the five for now but enjoy.
Title: Random Bleach drabbles
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: There's both Yaoi and het drabbles in here and the last drabble has spoilers for episodes late in the 'Hueco Mundo Arc'.
Characters/ Pairings: Yumichika/Ikkaku, Hitsugaya, Matsumoto, Hisagi,
A/N: Well it shouldn't be too difficult to work out who my favourite characters are from this... These are all the one's I have written, though I have another hundred plot bunnies dancing about I have no idea if anymore will get written.
Love is
Love is standing aside and watching as he loses. Love is not interfering even as he could be watching him die. Love is failing the kidou class he could pass in his sleep, and hiding his true Shikai. Love is standing behind him unmoving as he fights a dozen opponents. Love is following him through the streets without complaint. Love is his laugh and the light in his eyes during battle. Love is letting him die at the end of a blade with a smile. Love is following him always, until their death on the same battlefield. Love is beautiful.
Hitsugaya's Nightmares
He doesn't dream of Espada or even of Aizen and Gin, the enemies in his path bring no fear. He dreams of wide eyes filled with tears, of his oldest friend raising her sword against him. He dreams of dodging and the flash of a blade. Most of all he dreams of himself, striking her down. He dreams of his hand pushing past layers of reiatsu to the fragile form beneath. He dreams of Hinamori lying on the ground blood on her hands, so still and so small. He is the demon in his dreams, the monster under the bed.
Three things
The three things Ikkaku most enjoyed were in order fighting, sex and sake. It was why he so loved being in the 11th where all three were both expected and encouraged (except for Yachiru who already fights and drinks with the best of them, but will probably never be allowed to date). He never felt more alive than with his Zanpakto in his hands, an enemy in front of him and Yumichika behind him watching wearing that curious smile. He couldn’t imagine life without him, who else would share all three with him and let him have the best fights?
Fukutaicho
It takes a crisis and the right Taicho to forge a true Fukutaicho. Nothing is more important than your Taicho, not old friends, not lovers, and certainly not orders. They tell you that you are second in command, but a Fukutaicho is the right hand. What then if the taicho turns traitor? Serve your duty to your division, to soul society, fall into despair or cast off all other ties to follow still. She made her decision when she stood in the path of Gin‘s blade, nothing is more important than your Taicho and so she is glad that her Taicho remains true.
Pillar
The pillar falling shocks the field into stillness, but the sound of Yumichika anguished scream has him moving again. He might be a third seat but Shuuhei always thought it would take an Espada to bring down Ikkaku. Standing between Yumichika and suicidal vengeance is the best and worst thing he has ever done for his friends. He stands firm denying Yumichika’s wish to die alongside Ikkaku. He’s relieved and overjoyed to pick out the returning pulse of Ikkaku’s reiatsu underneath the heavy thrum of Komamura Taicho, Yumichika may just forgive them after all. Eventually. Payback will be a bitch.
Apparently it is Yumichika's birthday today (who knew?) that seems fitting.
Title: Random Bleach drabbles
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: There's both Yaoi and het drabbles in here and the last drabble has spoilers for episodes late in the 'Hueco Mundo Arc'.
Characters/ Pairings: Yumichika/Ikkaku, Hitsugaya, Matsumoto, Hisagi,
A/N: Well it shouldn't be too difficult to work out who my favourite characters are from this... These are all the one's I have written, though I have another hundred plot bunnies dancing about I have no idea if anymore will get written.
Love is
Love is standing aside and watching as he loses. Love is not interfering even as he could be watching him die. Love is failing the kidou class he could pass in his sleep, and hiding his true Shikai. Love is standing behind him unmoving as he fights a dozen opponents. Love is following him through the streets without complaint. Love is his laugh and the light in his eyes during battle. Love is letting him die at the end of a blade with a smile. Love is following him always, until their death on the same battlefield. Love is beautiful.
Hitsugaya's Nightmares
He doesn't dream of Espada or even of Aizen and Gin, the enemies in his path bring no fear. He dreams of wide eyes filled with tears, of his oldest friend raising her sword against him. He dreams of dodging and the flash of a blade. Most of all he dreams of himself, striking her down. He dreams of his hand pushing past layers of reiatsu to the fragile form beneath. He dreams of Hinamori lying on the ground blood on her hands, so still and so small. He is the demon in his dreams, the monster under the bed.
Three things
The three things Ikkaku most enjoyed were in order fighting, sex and sake. It was why he so loved being in the 11th where all three were both expected and encouraged (except for Yachiru who already fights and drinks with the best of them, but will probably never be allowed to date). He never felt more alive than with his Zanpakto in his hands, an enemy in front of him and Yumichika behind him watching wearing that curious smile. He couldn’t imagine life without him, who else would share all three with him and let him have the best fights?
Fukutaicho
It takes a crisis and the right Taicho to forge a true Fukutaicho. Nothing is more important than your Taicho, not old friends, not lovers, and certainly not orders. They tell you that you are second in command, but a Fukutaicho is the right hand. What then if the taicho turns traitor? Serve your duty to your division, to soul society, fall into despair or cast off all other ties to follow still. She made her decision when she stood in the path of Gin‘s blade, nothing is more important than your Taicho and so she is glad that her Taicho remains true.
Pillar
The pillar falling shocks the field into stillness, but the sound of Yumichika anguished scream has him moving again. He might be a third seat but Shuuhei always thought it would take an Espada to bring down Ikkaku. Standing between Yumichika and suicidal vengeance is the best and worst thing he has ever done for his friends. He stands firm denying Yumichika’s wish to die alongside Ikkaku. He’s relieved and overjoyed to pick out the returning pulse of Ikkaku’s reiatsu underneath the heavy thrum of Komamura Taicho, Yumichika may just forgive them after all. Eventually. Payback will be a bitch.
Apparently it is Yumichika's birthday today (who knew?) that seems fitting.