Moonlit Savior | Self Appointed Protector | Black Lace | Shattered
Title: Moonlit Savior
Author: Ragna (afteriwake)
Pairing: Ishida & Nemu
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if applicable): No spoilers.
Warnings (if applicable): None.
Summary: She's his rescuer, framed in moonlight.
Authors Notes: For darkmagic_luvr, who wanted Ishida/Nemu and the prompt “moonlight.” Sorry if it's not shippy enough.
It's in the moonlight that he sees her again. He'd never expected to come back to Soul Society. Never wanted to, to be frank. And certainly he didn't want to spend his afterlife there. That was why he'd moved to the United States, in the hopes that leaving Japan far behind would be enough. It was leaving memories he didn't want to think about, about the losses of friends and family and innocence that drove him clear across the world.
But his father had died, and back he came, even though he didn't want to. And he died in Japan. It was almost as if Soul Society had dragged him back, and it was kicking and screaming. He had no hope of finding Orihime or Chad there, and the minute that bastard Mayuri had heard he was there then he was captured, and he knew it was going to be the end of him.
But one night, as the moonlight filtered through the window in the room, she came. Her face was expressionless, as it always was and always would be, and she said nothing. But she had keys, and quickly, quietly unlocked the door. Held it open and waited, in fact. And so he got up and walked out to freedom.
He saw Chad and Orihime outside, in black shinigami robes, and with one glance back he saw his savior was framed in the doorway, moonlight on her face, and he knew she was going to get in so much trouble, but he was grateful anyway. As his friends pulled him away, telling him that Captain Yamamoto was going to take care of things, he looked back one last time and saw she was gone, and he wistfully wished he could go back and thank her, but knew that would never happen.
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Title: Self Appointed Protector
Author: Ragna (afteriwake)
Pairing: Ishida/Orihime
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if applicable): Set post time skip.
Warnings (if applicable): None.
Summary: If Ichigo wouldn't protect her, he would.
Authors Notes: For kathy20121, who wanted Ishida/Orihime with the prompt “Can I walk you home? He asks every day. He's never going to be too careless to be defeated again, especially not with her to protect.”
He knows she's got her eyes set on Ichigo. He's known this for so long, but now it doesn't matter anymore. Ichigo ignores her, for whatever personal reasons he has. But while she's been pining and Ichigo's been ignoring, there's been training on his part. He's strong now. He won't get blindsided again.
So every day, he asks to walk her home. She says no, that's okay, thank you, always with a smile on her face and a friendly wave as she walks away with Tatsuki or Chizuru or the other girls. Some days she walks off alone, and he follows at a discreet distance to make sure she gets wherever it is she's going safe and sound. If Ichigo won't protect her then it's up to him.
The day she gets attacked he'd followed her, a little less than a block away. It wasn't Hollows; instead, it was two university aged men who wanted to drag her into an alley. She hadn't had time to use her shields when one of them punched her in the face as she fought back. He saw red, and was on them quickly, giving them a beating that would have made Ichigo flinch.
She watched, eyes wide and hands over her mouth, and when she was done she looked at him and tried to speak. But he looked her over, gingerly touched the fat lip she was developing, the bruised cheek, and she began to cry. He pulled her close and walked with her all the way home, stayed with her until she was okay. She thanked him, even gave him a hug, and said she would be fine. He believed her, and told her that he would never let anything like that happen to her again.
The next day she asked him to walk home with her. He said yes. And so they left school, shoulders touching, her talking and him listening, and he knew that was the way it should have always been.
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Title: Black Lace
Author: Ragna (afteriwake)
Pairing: Keigo/Tatsuki
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if applicable): No spoilers.
Warnings (if applicable): None.
Summary: She didn't know they didn't work.
Authors Notes: For kanjo_girl, who wanted Keigo/Tatsuki and the prompt “x-ray vision.”
He had heard about x-ray glasses before. They had seemed to be more of a Western thing, so of course they fascinated him. He loved Japanese stuff, but people in the West had some pretty cool stuff too. He'd been disappointed he didn't actually get real x-ray glasses, though. They were flimsy plastic with fragile lenses. Still, he could have some fun with them.
He wore them all through lunch, making comments to the boys. They laughed, because as they saw it it was Keigo doing something funny, something to be laughed at. And then Tatsuki and Orihime came up to join them, and Tatsuki asked what he was doing with those stupid glasses on and Mizurio said they were x-ray glasses.
He quickly tried to get them off but she got to him first, backing him into the corner between the fence and the wall. She invaded his personal space, and for a moment he thought she was going to punch him. He flinched, but instead she said “If you tell anyone I have on black lace panties and a black lace bra you'll never get a chance to see them.” And then she was gone, back to the others, with Ichigo commenting that they were crap glasses anyway.
But after that every time he saw Tatsuki he imagined her in a lacy black bra and matching panties, and he idly wondered when he'd get a chance to see them. When she showed him a few months later, completely of her own volition, before she kissed him again, he knew it was totally worth it, having had her think he actually had x-ray vision all that time ago.
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Title: Shattered
Author: Ragna (afteriwake)
Pairing: Hinamori-centric, one-sided Aizen/Hinamori
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if applicable): Set before the Fake Karakura Town arc.
Warnings (if applicable): None.
Summary: He had broken her so completely, she wasn't sure she could be fixed.
Authors Notes: For tasteslikemiso, who wanted Aizen/Hinamori with the prompt “sad like the echo of a song.” I apologize if you wanted Aizen POV, but I just can't write him unless I'm killing him or setting up for his eventual death.
He haunts her.
Haunts her days, with the specter of his captaincy. She's left to fill the void, once she's healed. No one else wants the captain position. She hears the rumors, about him, about this curse her division has, about her. She soldiers on, determined face to the world, but inside she's broken, shattered into a million pieces. It's all she can do to put the brave face on, but she misses him, misses the way her division was run, so smoothly, so perfectly.
He haunts her nights, to the point where she cries every night, after she wakes up, thinking of him. She loved him, oh, how she loved him. Worshiped him. Adored him. And so she lives in denial, that it really wasn't her wonderful captain who impaled her on his sword. She has a fantasy constructed, how it was a trick of light, of Gin fooling her. Anything but the truth. Because the truth would crush the shattered pieces of her soul to powder, and it would float off on the wind, never to be seen again.
It takes all of her strength to get through the day. She feels lost, hopeless, and now abandoned, since Shiro-chan and Rangiku-san have gone to the world of the living. And so when she sees him, she breaks down. She'd tried to hold on for so long, and then she saw Hitsugaya and the damn just burst, and everything was swept away: her sense of pride, or propriety, and some people later said her sanity.
It only after that, long after that incident, that she begins to deal with the truth. Her wonderful captain was a monster. He lied and he killed and he stole bits of her and crushed them down and didn't care. He left her a shell, a mere specter of herself for so long. And only then does she know she has to face him again, or she'll never be freed from his influence. Now, she's strong again. She can fight him. And she can win, help all of them win, or die trying. She's ready now.
Author: Ragna (afteriwake)
Pairing: Ishida & Nemu
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if applicable): No spoilers.
Warnings (if applicable): None.
Summary: She's his rescuer, framed in moonlight.
Authors Notes: For darkmagic_luvr, who wanted Ishida/Nemu and the prompt “moonlight.” Sorry if it's not shippy enough.
It's in the moonlight that he sees her again. He'd never expected to come back to Soul Society. Never wanted to, to be frank. And certainly he didn't want to spend his afterlife there. That was why he'd moved to the United States, in the hopes that leaving Japan far behind would be enough. It was leaving memories he didn't want to think about, about the losses of friends and family and innocence that drove him clear across the world.
But his father had died, and back he came, even though he didn't want to. And he died in Japan. It was almost as if Soul Society had dragged him back, and it was kicking and screaming. He had no hope of finding Orihime or Chad there, and the minute that bastard Mayuri had heard he was there then he was captured, and he knew it was going to be the end of him.
But one night, as the moonlight filtered through the window in the room, she came. Her face was expressionless, as it always was and always would be, and she said nothing. But she had keys, and quickly, quietly unlocked the door. Held it open and waited, in fact. And so he got up and walked out to freedom.
He saw Chad and Orihime outside, in black shinigami robes, and with one glance back he saw his savior was framed in the doorway, moonlight on her face, and he knew she was going to get in so much trouble, but he was grateful anyway. As his friends pulled him away, telling him that Captain Yamamoto was going to take care of things, he looked back one last time and saw she was gone, and he wistfully wished he could go back and thank her, but knew that would never happen.
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Title: Self Appointed Protector
Author: Ragna (afteriwake)
Pairing: Ishida/Orihime
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if applicable): Set post time skip.
Warnings (if applicable): None.
Summary: If Ichigo wouldn't protect her, he would.
Authors Notes: For kathy20121, who wanted Ishida/Orihime with the prompt “Can I walk you home? He asks every day. He's never going to be too careless to be defeated again, especially not with her to protect.”
He knows she's got her eyes set on Ichigo. He's known this for so long, but now it doesn't matter anymore. Ichigo ignores her, for whatever personal reasons he has. But while she's been pining and Ichigo's been ignoring, there's been training on his part. He's strong now. He won't get blindsided again.
So every day, he asks to walk her home. She says no, that's okay, thank you, always with a smile on her face and a friendly wave as she walks away with Tatsuki or Chizuru or the other girls. Some days she walks off alone, and he follows at a discreet distance to make sure she gets wherever it is she's going safe and sound. If Ichigo won't protect her then it's up to him.
The day she gets attacked he'd followed her, a little less than a block away. It wasn't Hollows; instead, it was two university aged men who wanted to drag her into an alley. She hadn't had time to use her shields when one of them punched her in the face as she fought back. He saw red, and was on them quickly, giving them a beating that would have made Ichigo flinch.
She watched, eyes wide and hands over her mouth, and when she was done she looked at him and tried to speak. But he looked her over, gingerly touched the fat lip she was developing, the bruised cheek, and she began to cry. He pulled her close and walked with her all the way home, stayed with her until she was okay. She thanked him, even gave him a hug, and said she would be fine. He believed her, and told her that he would never let anything like that happen to her again.
The next day she asked him to walk home with her. He said yes. And so they left school, shoulders touching, her talking and him listening, and he knew that was the way it should have always been.
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Title: Black Lace
Author: Ragna (afteriwake)
Pairing: Keigo/Tatsuki
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if applicable): No spoilers.
Warnings (if applicable): None.
Summary: She didn't know they didn't work.
Authors Notes: For kanjo_girl, who wanted Keigo/Tatsuki and the prompt “x-ray vision.”
He had heard about x-ray glasses before. They had seemed to be more of a Western thing, so of course they fascinated him. He loved Japanese stuff, but people in the West had some pretty cool stuff too. He'd been disappointed he didn't actually get real x-ray glasses, though. They were flimsy plastic with fragile lenses. Still, he could have some fun with them.
He wore them all through lunch, making comments to the boys. They laughed, because as they saw it it was Keigo doing something funny, something to be laughed at. And then Tatsuki and Orihime came up to join them, and Tatsuki asked what he was doing with those stupid glasses on and Mizurio said they were x-ray glasses.
He quickly tried to get them off but she got to him first, backing him into the corner between the fence and the wall. She invaded his personal space, and for a moment he thought she was going to punch him. He flinched, but instead she said “If you tell anyone I have on black lace panties and a black lace bra you'll never get a chance to see them.” And then she was gone, back to the others, with Ichigo commenting that they were crap glasses anyway.
But after that every time he saw Tatsuki he imagined her in a lacy black bra and matching panties, and he idly wondered when he'd get a chance to see them. When she showed him a few months later, completely of her own volition, before she kissed him again, he knew it was totally worth it, having had her think he actually had x-ray vision all that time ago.
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Title: Shattered
Author: Ragna (afteriwake)
Pairing: Hinamori-centric, one-sided Aizen/Hinamori
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if applicable): Set before the Fake Karakura Town arc.
Warnings (if applicable): None.
Summary: He had broken her so completely, she wasn't sure she could be fixed.
Authors Notes: For tasteslikemiso, who wanted Aizen/Hinamori with the prompt “sad like the echo of a song.” I apologize if you wanted Aizen POV, but I just can't write him unless I'm killing him or setting up for his eventual death.
He haunts her.
Haunts her days, with the specter of his captaincy. She's left to fill the void, once she's healed. No one else wants the captain position. She hears the rumors, about him, about this curse her division has, about her. She soldiers on, determined face to the world, but inside she's broken, shattered into a million pieces. It's all she can do to put the brave face on, but she misses him, misses the way her division was run, so smoothly, so perfectly.
He haunts her nights, to the point where she cries every night, after she wakes up, thinking of him. She loved him, oh, how she loved him. Worshiped him. Adored him. And so she lives in denial, that it really wasn't her wonderful captain who impaled her on his sword. She has a fantasy constructed, how it was a trick of light, of Gin fooling her. Anything but the truth. Because the truth would crush the shattered pieces of her soul to powder, and it would float off on the wind, never to be seen again.
It takes all of her strength to get through the day. She feels lost, hopeless, and now abandoned, since Shiro-chan and Rangiku-san have gone to the world of the living. And so when she sees him, she breaks down. She'd tried to hold on for so long, and then she saw Hitsugaya and the damn just burst, and everything was swept away: her sense of pride, or propriety, and some people later said her sanity.
It only after that, long after that incident, that she begins to deal with the truth. Her wonderful captain was a monster. He lied and he killed and he stole bits of her and crushed them down and didn't care. He left her a shell, a mere specter of herself for so long. And only then does she know she has to face him again, or she'll never be freed from his influence. Now, she's strong again. She can fight him. And she can win, help all of them win, or die trying. She's ready now.