[Fanfiction] - Shinji/Urahara - Hats and Hair
Title: Hats and Hair
Fandom: Bleach
Genre: Humour/Romance
Rating: G
Pairing: Hirako Shinji/Kisuke Urahara
Wordcount: 288
Warnings: Conspicuous absence of dialogue based on tenuous grasp of characters?
Disclaimer: Oh, if they were only mine...
Notes: Written for the queersouls100 prompt 'Crime'
Summary: An eye for an eye...
You’d think he’d committed some sort of heinous crime. Kisuke had looked at him with wide, horrified eyes, his lips parted in shock. Shinji had shifted uncomfortably, carefully scrutinising the floor. It was just hair, he told himself. Just hair. But it wasn’t just hair, because if it had been just hair he never would have hacked off great sheaves of it. It was hair, certainly, but that hair had been strung through with memories, laden with regrets and recriminations. That hair had fallen to brush against the white of his captain’s haori. That hair had hung heavy down his back for so long he felt strangely light without it.
He knew how much Kisuke had loved his hair. Loved to run his fingers through it, loved to grab handfuls of it and tug as they moved together, loved to brush it out while Shinji’s eyes fluttered closed and he practically purred with contentment. But it was too heavy, too cumbersome, too long and too thick. It reminded him of everything he’d left behind. Every time he shook it out before the mirror he remembered lazy days sprawled in the sunshine of Seireitei, or luxuriating in the hot springs with it billowing around him as though it had a mind of his own.
He’d known Kisuke would be upset.
Still, he thought mulishly, there’d been no need for this sort of childish reaction.
Kisuke regarded him innocently from beneath the brim of his new hat. It was the sort of hat Shinji particularly despised, a droopy, stripy, floppy monstrosity that covered his lover’s eyes. It did not, however, shield the smug smile on Kisuke’s lips.
An eye for an eye, Shinji supposed. Or a hat for some hair.
Fandom: Bleach
Genre: Humour/Romance
Rating: G
Pairing: Hirako Shinji/Kisuke Urahara
Wordcount: 288
Warnings: Conspicuous absence of dialogue based on tenuous grasp of characters?
Disclaimer: Oh, if they were only mine...
Notes: Written for the queersouls100 prompt 'Crime'
Summary: An eye for an eye...
You’d think he’d committed some sort of heinous crime. Kisuke had looked at him with wide, horrified eyes, his lips parted in shock. Shinji had shifted uncomfortably, carefully scrutinising the floor. It was just hair, he told himself. Just hair. But it wasn’t just hair, because if it had been just hair he never would have hacked off great sheaves of it. It was hair, certainly, but that hair had been strung through with memories, laden with regrets and recriminations. That hair had fallen to brush against the white of his captain’s haori. That hair had hung heavy down his back for so long he felt strangely light without it.
He knew how much Kisuke had loved his hair. Loved to run his fingers through it, loved to grab handfuls of it and tug as they moved together, loved to brush it out while Shinji’s eyes fluttered closed and he practically purred with contentment. But it was too heavy, too cumbersome, too long and too thick. It reminded him of everything he’d left behind. Every time he shook it out before the mirror he remembered lazy days sprawled in the sunshine of Seireitei, or luxuriating in the hot springs with it billowing around him as though it had a mind of his own.
He’d known Kisuke would be upset.
Still, he thought mulishly, there’d been no need for this sort of childish reaction.
Kisuke regarded him innocently from beneath the brim of his new hat. It was the sort of hat Shinji particularly despised, a droopy, stripy, floppy monstrosity that covered his lover’s eyes. It did not, however, shield the smug smile on Kisuke’s lips.
An eye for an eye, Shinji supposed. Or a hat for some hair.