Bleach fic: "Quartet" [GinRan / HitsuHina]
Written for the 2010 Valentine's Day Fic Contest at bleachness. Theme was "breaking up and making up."
Many thanks to fenikkusuken for beta reading.
Title: Quartet
Rating: PG
Characters: Gin, Rangiku, Hitsugaya, Hinamori
Words: 120 each side; 240 total
Genre: a drabble diptych
"Rangiku? It's too bad that… Rangiku?"
But whatever former captain Gin Ichimaru wanted to say, he never finished, and Matsumoto did not answer to her name. Instead, she watched in stony silence as the blood-wet silver head slumped into the lap of his former lieutenant. Kira's shoulders shook as he began to sob openly.
Hinamori twisted her thumbs against her palms. "Rangiku-san..." she started.
Matsumoto turned her head. Eyes empty of emotion, she looked tired and older than she had been a few hours before.
"If there's anything I can do..." Hinamori stammered out. "Anything at all. You just have to ask."
Matsumoto's gaze focused as if she was seeing her for the first time.
"One thing," she said.
*
Victory was not what Captain Toshiro Hitsugaya had imagined.
He had imagined triumph and grim relief on the day of Aizen's defeat. But now that the day had finally come he felt irritable, unsatisfied, even-for reasons he couldn't or wouldn't define-unhappy.
His reverie was broken by the sight of Hinamori striding toward him. Her eyes were steely and her body trembled with the nervous excitement he recognized as signs of her determination. She took a deep breath.
"Hinamori," he said with surprise. "What's th-mmmph!"
She grasped his captain's robe, lifted him as high as she could, and smashed her mouth onto his.
"Mmm Minamori! Mwha-Momwo, mmmphhhh..."
Aww, screw it, he decided as his eyes drifted shut.
Many thanks to fenikkusuken for beta reading.
Title: Quartet
Rating: PG
Characters: Gin, Rangiku, Hitsugaya, Hinamori
Words: 120 each side; 240 total
Genre: a drabble diptych
"Rangiku? It's too bad that… Rangiku?"
But whatever former captain Gin Ichimaru wanted to say, he never finished, and Matsumoto did not answer to her name. Instead, she watched in stony silence as the blood-wet silver head slumped into the lap of his former lieutenant. Kira's shoulders shook as he began to sob openly.
Hinamori twisted her thumbs against her palms. "Rangiku-san..." she started.
Matsumoto turned her head. Eyes empty of emotion, she looked tired and older than she had been a few hours before.
"If there's anything I can do..." Hinamori stammered out. "Anything at all. You just have to ask."
Matsumoto's gaze focused as if she was seeing her for the first time.
"One thing," she said.
*
Victory was not what Captain Toshiro Hitsugaya had imagined.
He had imagined triumph and grim relief on the day of Aizen's defeat. But now that the day had finally come he felt irritable, unsatisfied, even-for reasons he couldn't or wouldn't define-unhappy.
His reverie was broken by the sight of Hinamori striding toward him. Her eyes were steely and her body trembled with the nervous excitement he recognized as signs of her determination. She took a deep breath.
"Hinamori," he said with surprise. "What's th-mmmph!"
She grasped his captain's robe, lifted him as high as she could, and smashed her mouth onto his.
"Mmm Minamori! Mwha-Momwo, mmmphhhh..."
Aww, screw it, he decided as his eyes drifted shut.