More Pr0ntober
Ursa/Ozai, "Beyond Duty"
The granddaughter of an Avatar, Ursa was raised to have pride in her lineage, but the old stories faded, and she was also raised to be a daughter of the Fire Nation, and when her teachers asked her to pledge her loyalty to her country above all else, she said: I will.
When she was seventeen and beautiful in more ways than one, she caught the eye of a handsome young prince, and when he asked for her to accompany him to a government ceremony, she said: I will.
When this boy asked her to touch him here, stroke him there, her uncertainty led her to follow the directions of someone more certain and she said: I will.
When Ozai of the Fire Nation asked for her hand in marriage, though she felt affection that did not quite reach love, she remembered her promises of loyalty and she said: I will.
When the priest told her to make a vow and asked whether she would hold this man above all others until death parted them, she swallowed her misgivings and said: I will.
Years later, when the man she no longer recognized as the boy who'd courted her asked her if she would give up her life to his father's flames, give up everything for her child, she closed her eyes, summoned up one last image of her beloved son, and said: I will.
Whee, lookit me trying to be arty.
Urahara/Yoruichi, "Summer evening"
Urahara slid the saucer carefully over to his companion as she sat watching the colorful sunset. "Your milk, Yoruichi-san."
"Ah, thanks." She began to lap at it and he sipped his tea.
"Isn't it lovely that we can enjoy such peaceful times together?"
The scream of a Hollow rang out through the air. The cat raised an eyebrow, or what would have been an eyebrow if her head weren't entirely covered with fur. "Peaceful, huh?"
"No doubt young Kurosaki will take care of it," Urahara said. "I'd rather stay here and have a nice drink with my very good friend."
"Uh huh." She sounded skeptical. "Kisuke, you know I know when you're full of shit."
"But of course!" he said happily.
They passed some time this way, Yoruichi taking verbal jabs at him, much to his delight. After they were finished with their respective beverages, Yoruichi began to take a bath, in the way only a cat can.
"Doesn't that ever bother you?" he asked, glancing at her from the side. "Surely the hairballs cannot be worth it, and we have a wonderful spring evening you and I could enjoy together..."
"Not tonight, Kisuke." She smirked. "I haven't forgiven you for that stunt you pulled this week."
"But Yoruichi-san, I thought you liked pranks!"
"You know I do. But not when pulled on me, and not when I'm taking a nap!"
He removed his hat, pressed it to his heart and bowed low. "Let me offer my true apologies."
"Accepted, but you still have to pay."
"Anything Yoruichi-san requests." He feigned shock when she twisted around in her cat form to reach vital areas. "My, my! Should you really be cleaning such intimate areas in public? The children might see!"
"The children saw a couple of monkeys screwing when Tessai took them to the zoo last week," she replied. "Besides, if it gets Jinta to consider that maybe baths aren't some ancient evil, I don't care if he does see me licking myself."
"Hmm, possibly," he said. "And it is much better for you to be in this form while you do it." he chuckled. "Not that you could as your lovely human self."
"Oh?" She smirked. "Who says I can't?" With that, she hopped to her feet and padded off into the house.
Urahara sat there, staring into space with wide eyes, until twilight had fully fallen.
Renji/Tatsuki, "Shiver"
"You know, you're a real fuck-up," she drawled.
Renji frowned and refused to turn around and look at her. "Yeah, I know. I've heard it before."
"And you'll hear it again." She thumped him hard just below the base of his neck. "Seriously, the mighty vice-captain can't handle a couple of little hollows? I should've just called Ichigo after all, even if it would just blow up his hero complex even more."
"Hell no!" he snarled. "I took care of them, didn't I? And they weren't little! And there were five of them, not a couple!"
She gave a short sniff that managed to fully convey that she didn't find beating up five hollows all that impressive. "I don't even know why I'm doing this."
"You're doing this--" He broke off when he fingers pressed into a particularly painful knot. "You're doing this because I worked hard to protect innocents today, wrenching my damn back out of place. And because the tattoos get you hot."
There was a pause. "Well," she said, having leaned in so close her breath sense a shiver down his neck, "Maybe just the last bit."
The granddaughter of an Avatar, Ursa was raised to have pride in her lineage, but the old stories faded, and she was also raised to be a daughter of the Fire Nation, and when her teachers asked her to pledge her loyalty to her country above all else, she said: I will.
When she was seventeen and beautiful in more ways than one, she caught the eye of a handsome young prince, and when he asked for her to accompany him to a government ceremony, she said: I will.
When this boy asked her to touch him here, stroke him there, her uncertainty led her to follow the directions of someone more certain and she said: I will.
When Ozai of the Fire Nation asked for her hand in marriage, though she felt affection that did not quite reach love, she remembered her promises of loyalty and she said: I will.
When the priest told her to make a vow and asked whether she would hold this man above all others until death parted them, she swallowed her misgivings and said: I will.
Years later, when the man she no longer recognized as the boy who'd courted her asked her if she would give up her life to his father's flames, give up everything for her child, she closed her eyes, summoned up one last image of her beloved son, and said: I will.
Whee, lookit me trying to be arty.
Urahara/Yoruichi, "Summer evening"
Urahara slid the saucer carefully over to his companion as she sat watching the colorful sunset. "Your milk, Yoruichi-san."
"Ah, thanks." She began to lap at it and he sipped his tea.
"Isn't it lovely that we can enjoy such peaceful times together?"
The scream of a Hollow rang out through the air. The cat raised an eyebrow, or what would have been an eyebrow if her head weren't entirely covered with fur. "Peaceful, huh?"
"No doubt young Kurosaki will take care of it," Urahara said. "I'd rather stay here and have a nice drink with my very good friend."
"Uh huh." She sounded skeptical. "Kisuke, you know I know when you're full of shit."
"But of course!" he said happily.
They passed some time this way, Yoruichi taking verbal jabs at him, much to his delight. After they were finished with their respective beverages, Yoruichi began to take a bath, in the way only a cat can.
"Doesn't that ever bother you?" he asked, glancing at her from the side. "Surely the hairballs cannot be worth it, and we have a wonderful spring evening you and I could enjoy together..."
"Not tonight, Kisuke." She smirked. "I haven't forgiven you for that stunt you pulled this week."
"But Yoruichi-san, I thought you liked pranks!"
"You know I do. But not when pulled on me, and not when I'm taking a nap!"
He removed his hat, pressed it to his heart and bowed low. "Let me offer my true apologies."
"Accepted, but you still have to pay."
"Anything Yoruichi-san requests." He feigned shock when she twisted around in her cat form to reach vital areas. "My, my! Should you really be cleaning such intimate areas in public? The children might see!"
"The children saw a couple of monkeys screwing when Tessai took them to the zoo last week," she replied. "Besides, if it gets Jinta to consider that maybe baths aren't some ancient evil, I don't care if he does see me licking myself."
"Hmm, possibly," he said. "And it is much better for you to be in this form while you do it." he chuckled. "Not that you could as your lovely human self."
"Oh?" She smirked. "Who says I can't?" With that, she hopped to her feet and padded off into the house.
Urahara sat there, staring into space with wide eyes, until twilight had fully fallen.
Renji/Tatsuki, "Shiver"
"You know, you're a real fuck-up," she drawled.
Renji frowned and refused to turn around and look at her. "Yeah, I know. I've heard it before."
"And you'll hear it again." She thumped him hard just below the base of his neck. "Seriously, the mighty vice-captain can't handle a couple of little hollows? I should've just called Ichigo after all, even if it would just blow up his hero complex even more."
"Hell no!" he snarled. "I took care of them, didn't I? And they weren't little! And there were five of them, not a couple!"
She gave a short sniff that managed to fully convey that she didn't find beating up five hollows all that impressive. "I don't even know why I'm doing this."
"You're doing this--" He broke off when he fingers pressed into a particularly painful knot. "You're doing this because I worked hard to protect innocents today, wrenching my damn back out of place. And because the tattoos get you hot."
There was a pause. "Well," she said, having leaned in so close her breath sense a shiver down his neck, "Maybe just the last bit."