[fic] Shinigami
Take cover! It's the end of the world! Well, not really, but me writing something is pretty much a sign of the beginning of the end. Remember how I was saying I wanted to write a Gundam Wing/Bleach crossover? Well, I wrote a little snippet that may or may not actually end up as part of the story. (I apologize in advance if Renji seems out-of-character. I haven't watched Bleach in ages.)
Disclaimer: I own neither Bleach nor Gundam Wing. Duo and Renji belong to their respective creators.
Duo studied the red-haired stranger across from him curiously. Civilian? No, he held himself almost like a soldier. Ex-soldier, then? No, that didn't seem right, either - there was something about his stance that reminded him of Wufei more than any of his other fellow Preventers. A martial artist, he decided, and one who was accustomed to a sword. He wondered absently at the tattoos he could just see peeking out from under the bandanna around the man's forehead. Something else nagged at him, something not-quite-right about him, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Ya done starin' yet?" the stranger asked abruptly. "What's Ichigo always say? Yeah, take a picture, it'll last longer."
Duo gave his head a brief shake and returned his attention to the pad of paper in his hand. Right. Questions. "Alright, let's get started. I'm going to need your name and ID number."
The man blinked. "Renji. Abarai Renji. Ah, you'd probably say Renji Abarai. Whatever. But what the hell's all this ID number stuff?" He crossed him arms and slouched in his chair, looking irritated and grumbling to himself. Duo caught something about "stupid Ichigo" and "living world" and "keeping us up to date."
The "living world" bit slotted into place with the feeling of not-quite-right-ness, bringing him to an interesting conclusion. "You're, ah, you're not human, are you?" he asked carefully.
Renji froze for a second, then slumped and muttered, "Shit." He took a deep breath and sat up straighter. "Ever heard of shinigami?"
Duo felt a wry grin curve his mouth as he spread his hands to indicate himself. "Heard of? You're looking at him."
Renji went wide-eyed for a moment, then snorted and finally threw back his head and laughed. "Oh, kid," he said when he could manage, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, "you've got a lot to learn."
Disclaimer: I own neither Bleach nor Gundam Wing. Duo and Renji belong to their respective creators.
Duo studied the red-haired stranger across from him curiously. Civilian? No, he held himself almost like a soldier. Ex-soldier, then? No, that didn't seem right, either - there was something about his stance that reminded him of Wufei more than any of his other fellow Preventers. A martial artist, he decided, and one who was accustomed to a sword. He wondered absently at the tattoos he could just see peeking out from under the bandanna around the man's forehead. Something else nagged at him, something not-quite-right about him, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Ya done starin' yet?" the stranger asked abruptly. "What's Ichigo always say? Yeah, take a picture, it'll last longer."
Duo gave his head a brief shake and returned his attention to the pad of paper in his hand. Right. Questions. "Alright, let's get started. I'm going to need your name and ID number."
The man blinked. "Renji. Abarai Renji. Ah, you'd probably say Renji Abarai. Whatever. But what the hell's all this ID number stuff?" He crossed him arms and slouched in his chair, looking irritated and grumbling to himself. Duo caught something about "stupid Ichigo" and "living world" and "keeping us up to date."
The "living world" bit slotted into place with the feeling of not-quite-right-ness, bringing him to an interesting conclusion. "You're, ah, you're not human, are you?" he asked carefully.
Renji froze for a second, then slumped and muttered, "Shit." He took a deep breath and sat up straighter. "Ever heard of shinigami?"
Duo felt a wry grin curve his mouth as he spread his hands to indicate himself. "Heard of? You're looking at him."
Renji went wide-eyed for a moment, then snorted and finally threw back his head and laughed. "Oh, kid," he said when he could manage, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, "you've got a lot to learn."