Red fic
Title: Red
Author: Meluea
Characters/Pairing: implied future Gin/Kira, Renji, Hinamori
Rating/Warnings: PG
Theme: #2 Black and White
Word count: 553
Some people see the world only in black and white. It’s a simple philosophy to live by, for it leaves no room for arguments and ponderings. Everything is set in a contrast, you’re either good or bad, strong or weak, brave or cowardly. Justice is simple you follow the rules or you get punished.
Others see the world in varying shades of grey. Nothing is as it seems on first sight and there is no absolute good or evil. Everything we do is a mixture of our own selfish desires clashing with our will to do something beneficial for someone else. Our actions can always be redeemed or damned depending on who’s judging us.
People in the first group are mostly self-righteous assholes with zero empathy for others faults. The ones in the latter group are mostly cowards and bastards who use this philosophy to justify their actions.
However Kira doesn’t spend much thought on either of these opinions. For Kira the world is red because somehow everything that is important to him is in one way or another, tied to this color.
The red spirit thread that distinguishes shinigami’s from other souls. It’s a symbol of his responsibility for the souls he sends to afterlife and protects from hollows. They’re more important than him, he thinks as a claw slices through his shoulder while protecting the small boy’s soul. He blocked it with Wabisuke and while he knew the added weight to claw will make it unable for him to hold it up he still does it because there’s no time to do anything else and in the end this is his job.
Renji’s wild red hair that is recognizable from miles ahead no matter how large the crowd is. Even though he isn’t able to spend as much time with him after he was transferred to the eleventh, he knows that if he needs him he will always be able to find him easily anywhere.
Hinamori’s bright red flush whenever Aizen-taichou walks by and pats her on the head commenting her on her good work. The flush doesn’t lessen as she doesn’t take enough time to take a breath while getting into another speech on the never ending qualities of their captain. The blush is still there, when Hitsugaya tells her she is overreacting, in his usual rude way, though he adds that most of the things she named can be said about her too. Not as a compliment, of course, he says it only to make a point.
Red azaleas set on the small table next to his hospital bed. They seem as if someone just carelessly plucked them out of the first flowerbed they came across to, but somehow the meaning of them doesn’t get lost to Izuru. Neither does the identity of the giver. While he may have been in and out of sleep from the meds the last couple of hours he’s quite sure that he saw a flash of silver and the flowers had been absent before that.
Maybe it’s time to add another color to his life.
AN: Azalea: Take Care of Yourself for Me. One of the meanings of this flower I found on www. 800florals. com