Fic: Bleach // AU Drabbles
These are random AU GinKira bits. They are very bad. :D But here they are anyway.
Scenario: This was originally going to be the obligatory so-and-so-as-a-drag-queen ficlet, but somehow it turned into, "Gin and Kira are college students on a roadtrip across the United States. They lose all their money in Las Vegas and Gin forces Kira to enter a drag show for the $500 prize." Of course, you can't really see any of that in the fic so it's a moot point. DX
"Really," Izuru says two minutes before curtain, adjusting his slip for the thirty-seventh-and-a-half time, "I still don't see why I have to do this."
"We're broke," Gin reminds him cheerfully. "Your bra strap is showing."
"Thank you. And. I know. But I look ridiculous. I'll never win this thing. Besides, you're a better dancer."
"You have better legs."
"No, I don't. And there are people out there!"
"Well, yes."
"I can't do this!"
Gin pats his head. It's just nerves, he mouths to the anxious pageant manager, and shoves Izuru onstage.
Scenario: Kira is a budding tennis prodigy. Gin is his... trainer. Or something. D:
The machine is going to shoot balls at him. Many of them, and fast. Very fast, and there will be a lot of them. A barrage of tennis balls will fly at him from the machine at high velocity and in great quantity. At him. And - oh. There's the very first one.
Izuru swings; the racket connects and the ball sails smoothy back over the net. As does the next and the next and the next.
Fifteen minutes late, the machine is empty and Izuru's heart is beating very fast. Gin is very near, behind. His hands are very heavy on Izuru's shoulders, his mouth is very close to Izuru's ear, his breath is very warm on Izuru's skin.
"Well," he says, "I think we've found your niche."
Scenario: Um. Kira is a very put-upon manservant. X3 This was supposed to be butler!porn. But it's not. Sorry, hydr0phobia.
It is very cold outisde, Izuru notes. He'll have to put out a heavier set of clothing for the master. If he moves very fast, maybe he can finish before -
"Hmmnn," says the lump in the too-large bed.
No such luck.
"Eh, Izuru, it's cold, isn't it?"
"Yes it is, sir."
"Mmm. Come keep me warm."
"I have work to do, sir."
"It's not a request, Izuru."
Izuru frowns, but moves obediently towards the bed.
"Not like that."
He stops. Gin makes an exasperated noise in the back of his throat. "You know what I mean, Izuru."
After a moment, Izuru begins to undress.
"Hm. Leave the bowtie on."
"...I can't, sir. Not unless I keep my shirt on too. Sir."
"Then put it back on after you take that off."
Izuru sighs and does as he's told.
AKLJSDfep;aalsjkfd;. Sorry. DX WHY ARE THESE ALL IN PRESENT TENSE?
Scenario: This was originally going to be the obligatory so-and-so-as-a-drag-queen ficlet, but somehow it turned into, "Gin and Kira are college students on a roadtrip across the United States. They lose all their money in Las Vegas and Gin forces Kira to enter a drag show for the $500 prize." Of course, you can't really see any of that in the fic so it's a moot point. DX
"Really," Izuru says two minutes before curtain, adjusting his slip for the thirty-seventh-and-a-half time, "I still don't see why I have to do this."
"We're broke," Gin reminds him cheerfully. "Your bra strap is showing."
"Thank you. And. I know. But I look ridiculous. I'll never win this thing. Besides, you're a better dancer."
"You have better legs."
"No, I don't. And there are people out there!"
"Well, yes."
"I can't do this!"
Gin pats his head. It's just nerves, he mouths to the anxious pageant manager, and shoves Izuru onstage.
Scenario: Kira is a budding tennis prodigy. Gin is his... trainer. Or something. D:
The machine is going to shoot balls at him. Many of them, and fast. Very fast, and there will be a lot of them. A barrage of tennis balls will fly at him from the machine at high velocity and in great quantity. At him. And - oh. There's the very first one.
Izuru swings; the racket connects and the ball sails smoothy back over the net. As does the next and the next and the next.
Fifteen minutes late, the machine is empty and Izuru's heart is beating very fast. Gin is very near, behind. His hands are very heavy on Izuru's shoulders, his mouth is very close to Izuru's ear, his breath is very warm on Izuru's skin.
"Well," he says, "I think we've found your niche."
Scenario: Um. Kira is a very put-upon manservant. X3 This was supposed to be butler!porn. But it's not. Sorry, hydr0phobia.
It is very cold outisde, Izuru notes. He'll have to put out a heavier set of clothing for the master. If he moves very fast, maybe he can finish before -
"Hmmnn," says the lump in the too-large bed.
No such luck.
"Eh, Izuru, it's cold, isn't it?"
"Yes it is, sir."
"Mmm. Come keep me warm."
"I have work to do, sir."
"It's not a request, Izuru."
Izuru frowns, but moves obediently towards the bed.
"Not like that."
He stops. Gin makes an exasperated noise in the back of his throat. "You know what I mean, Izuru."
After a moment, Izuru begins to undress.
"Hm. Leave the bowtie on."
"...I can't, sir. Not unless I keep my shirt on too. Sir."
"Then put it back on after you take that off."
Izuru sighs and does as he's told.
AKLJSDfep;aalsjkfd;. Sorry. DX WHY ARE THESE ALL IN PRESENT TENSE?