the.random.stuff.i've.been.writing
So I haven't written anything in a while and it's been bugging me. So while waiting for downloads to finish (sendspace is sooooo slow)I pulled out the Bleach random crack generator, grabbed a couple of theme sets and wrote four drabbles.
Title: To Endever
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Hinamori Momo/Hisagi Shuuhei
Summary: Hisagi finds Hinamori one night in an extreme emotional state. Stopping her from going too far he begins to teach her that she can be strong again.
Warnings: Adult themes, suicide
Notes: Parts 1 and 2 of 10. Themes taken from the 10cliches community
1.The darkest hour is just before the dawn
Hinamori let her eyes close and tears welled up behind them. She didn't know what to believe in this world anymore. She'd attacked her best friend, lost her beloved captain, found him again only to have him leave her, and now her best friend had vowed to kill him. They said Aizen was the bad guy, that he'd done unspeakable things to her, but she couldn't believe it. But even Hitsugaya said these things. And if she couldn't trust him, who could she trust? The answer was no one.
She couldn't take it anymore. The lies, the pain. So she would end it. Up on this hilltop over looking Seireitei. She would take her life. Hitsugaya would be mad, but he'd no longer have to worry about her. Aizen (she hoped) would be disappointed in her, but he was no longer around to guide her. To take care of her.
Opening her eyes she pulled Tobiume from it's sheath. This faithful companion-- the only faithful companion left-- would provide her with one last service. Tears were falling freely now, but she gripped the sword in both hands and held it in front of her, pointed at her gut. She took one last look at the world around her. It was dark out, but a few lights were on down in the city of the dead. Everyone would still be asleep at this hour. Closing her eyes once more, she prepared to plunge the sword into her.
"Hinamori-fukutaichou."
She froze.
"What are you.... Hinamori-fukutaichou!" Someone was grabbing her wrists now, and pulling the sword out of her hands. "What do you think you're doing!?"
When she opened her eyes Hisagi was there. He was pulling her into his arms. Tobiume lay on the ground a few feet away. Hinamori burst into frame wracking sobs and clung to the front of his kimono. He placed a hand to the back of her head and held her face to his chest ran his fingers through her hair.
In the distance the sun began creeping up over the horizon. It cast a hazy light over the world.
2.What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger
Hisagi handed the frail girl in front of him a cup of tea. She moved her lips as if to say "thank you" but no sound came out. He watched her as she stared at the brown liquid in the cup, not moving. He wanted to ask her questions, ask her why she'd been up on that hill ready to kill herself. He didn't though. Hisagi could guess anyway. The poor girl's world had fallen apart lately. However Hisagi would never condone ending your own life. It was weak.
"Hi--Hisagi-kun..." Her voice was hoarse and quiet.
"Hm?"
"I... um... wh-why'd you stop me?"
"There's absolutely no reason you should be taking your own life."
"But...! I can't take this anymore. I can't do it. It's too hard..." She dissolved into tears again.
He supressed a sigh and closed his eyes for a brief moment before fixing her with a stern gaze. "I never thought you would be such a weak person." She looked up at him in shock, but he continued, "Taking one's life is the easy way out. It's like cheating on a test because you don't think you know the answers. It's cheap and not only an insult to yourself, but those that care for you. How do you think Hitsugaya-taichou would react? Or Abarai-fukutaichou? Kira-fukutaichou. Even I would be upset and disappointed."
"But..."
"No. There are not 'buts'. suicide is weak, and I wouldn't think that you'd want to be remembered as a weak person, or that those that love you would want to remember you as such. I, myself, like to recall the time you saved me back at the academy. You were strong then."
"E-even so, even back then, it wasn't enough. Back then Aizen-taichou..."
"Yes. He saved us. And now, now he's working to destroy us." He saw her tense up, like she might protest, "Whether or not you want to believe it, it is the truth. You don't have accept it. That is your choice. But you have to be around to make that choice. Things will be difficult, but you have to persevere. The rest of us have to endure it as well. It's not only your captain who betrayed Soul Society. I've always put my faith and trust in Tousen-taichou. It's been very difficult believing that he is my enemy now. Yes, there were times I felt I didn't want to continue living. But I do."
Hinamori lowered her eyes again. She felt foolish. She'd been so caught up in her own pain she forgot that other's had been experiencing the same thing. Hisagi, and Kira as well now that she thought about it. And Matsumoto as well.
"I... I hadn't even thought about it." She looked up at him, "Hisagi-kun... do you think I can do it? Do you think, that maybe... maybe I can be strong again?"
He nodded, "I do."
She smiled then, shakily, and it only lasted a second, but it was enough.
Title: Snowey Heroes
Rating: G
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Arisawa Tatsuki/Ayesagawa Yumichika
Summary: Tatsuki and Yumichika keep crossing paths.
Notes: Themes taken from the community Wicked10. 2/10 maybe.
1. Code Name
It was late and Yumichika needed to be out of the house. Asano's apartment was cramped enough as it was, but then add his sister constantly trying to come onto Ikkaku and it became way too small, way too fast. Yumichika also knew that Ikkaku secetly enjoyed the attention, as much as he pretended to hate it. However Yumichika was not jealous. He just didn't want to have to watch all of that. It was embarrassing. So he'd left.
He came to the park a few blocks down the street. He liked the town at night, when no one was rushing about getting in everybody's way. That was ugly. But when things were quiet, and yes peaceful, they were beautiful. A different kind of beauty then that of a battle.
The park though was not empty. Sitting on one of the benches was a girl. It took him a moment but he recognized her from the highschool. She was one of Kurosaki's friends. Arisawa, if he was remembering correctly. She looked troubled.
"You're out late," he called making his way toward her. She jerked up and to her feet.
"Relax, relax. I'm not going to attack you." After a moment she'd done so. He saw her shoulders fall just a little.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I was just out for a midnight stroll and saw you. That's not a problem is it?"
"No." She turned away from him and was silent for a long time.
"Hey," she finally said. "You know what's going on with Ichigo, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"I can't."
She turned to look at him then, "Why not!?"
"Against orders."
"What orders!? I don't even know where all of you came from. You just show up one day and act like it's perfectly normal. You're like superheroes or something, fighting off those creatures. You guys, and Ichigo, and even Orihime." She lowered her head.
Yumichika studied her tilting his head to the side. After a moment he said, "Then make it up."
"What?" She looked like she might punch him for saying something that made no sense.
"You think we're superheroes, then we are. Give us a story of your own."
"Huh. Okay, if you guys are super heroes, then you need code names."
"Sure."
Arisawa placed her hand on her hip and considered him. She grinned.
"All right then. Your code name is Feather Brow!"
He blinked then frowned, "Absolutely not!"
"Is too!"
"I refuse to have such an ugly name."
"Don't care. Ha ha! Feather Brow. And... Cueball! Yes!"
Yumichika tried to stop her as she continued coming up with ridiculous and ugly names for all of his comraddes but Arisawa wouldn't listen. And in the end he didn't try too hard. She was grinning and laughing now, as compared to when he'd walked up and she'd seemed on the verge of tears. Despite the ugly outcome, maybe he'd done a beautiful thing.
2. Snow
Tatsuki rubbed her hands together real fast trying to warm them up. Sometimes, she thought, their winter uniforms just weren't warm enough. And they certainly didn't keep the heat up enough in the school. You could practically see your own breath during class. She'd wear mittens if it wouldn't make taking notes difficult.
"Did you see that scarf that Okada-chan was wearing?"
"No, I didn't what about it?"
Tatsuki turned at the two voices that had entered the classroom. It was Ayesagawa and Matsumoto, two of the strange transfer students. Matsumoto lookd genuinely curious and Ayesagawa had rolled his eyes toward the ceiling.
"It was absolutely hideous. I wouldn't even give that thing to that one kid on the fourth squad to make fun of him. It's not beautiful at all."
"Oh I see."
She narrowed her eyes at them. He didn't have any right to trash talk another student about the scarf they were wearing. The one he had on was absolutely atrocious in her opinion. It was olive green and orage striped. Olive green didn't look good with anything, and especially not that vibrant orange.
"I might have strangled the audacity out of her with it, had it not meant touching such an ugly thing."
That was it.
"Hey!" she started. "You're not one to talk Ayesagawa. Your scarf's ugly as sin. If you're going to trash talk other people, at least make sure you're not guilty of the same crime. Jeeze!" She turned back around then blew into her hands to warm them up again.
"You know, she has a point." Tatsuki heard Matsumoto say that and smirked. Served him.
~ ~ ~
"Why did it have to snow!" Tatsuki whined as she left school that afternoon.
She slipped her mittens on and rubbed her arms vehemately. She was going to have to start wearing a heaver coat to school now. It was too cold not to. The school sweater was too thin. You would figure that they would make the winter uniforms suited for more cold weather, but it seemed it wasn't the case.
Tatsuki had exited the school campus and was making her way down the street when she felt something around her neck. Immediately she put her hand up incase someone was trying to strangle her, but all she found was a scarf.
"Huh?"
Pulling up the ends of it she saw the ugly olive and pumpkin pattern. Then this was that guy's...
She turned to yell at him. Or to thank him. She wasn't sure which one yet, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. She looked back at the scarf end.
"Idiot."
Title: To Endever
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Hinamori Momo/Hisagi Shuuhei
Summary: Hisagi finds Hinamori one night in an extreme emotional state. Stopping her from going too far he begins to teach her that she can be strong again.
Warnings: Adult themes, suicide
Notes: Parts 1 and 2 of 10. Themes taken from the 10cliches community
1.The darkest hour is just before the dawn
Hinamori let her eyes close and tears welled up behind them. She didn't know what to believe in this world anymore. She'd attacked her best friend, lost her beloved captain, found him again only to have him leave her, and now her best friend had vowed to kill him. They said Aizen was the bad guy, that he'd done unspeakable things to her, but she couldn't believe it. But even Hitsugaya said these things. And if she couldn't trust him, who could she trust? The answer was no one.
She couldn't take it anymore. The lies, the pain. So she would end it. Up on this hilltop over looking Seireitei. She would take her life. Hitsugaya would be mad, but he'd no longer have to worry about her. Aizen (she hoped) would be disappointed in her, but he was no longer around to guide her. To take care of her.
Opening her eyes she pulled Tobiume from it's sheath. This faithful companion-- the only faithful companion left-- would provide her with one last service. Tears were falling freely now, but she gripped the sword in both hands and held it in front of her, pointed at her gut. She took one last look at the world around her. It was dark out, but a few lights were on down in the city of the dead. Everyone would still be asleep at this hour. Closing her eyes once more, she prepared to plunge the sword into her.
"Hinamori-fukutaichou."
She froze.
"What are you.... Hinamori-fukutaichou!" Someone was grabbing her wrists now, and pulling the sword out of her hands. "What do you think you're doing!?"
When she opened her eyes Hisagi was there. He was pulling her into his arms. Tobiume lay on the ground a few feet away. Hinamori burst into frame wracking sobs and clung to the front of his kimono. He placed a hand to the back of her head and held her face to his chest ran his fingers through her hair.
In the distance the sun began creeping up over the horizon. It cast a hazy light over the world.
2.What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger
Hisagi handed the frail girl in front of him a cup of tea. She moved her lips as if to say "thank you" but no sound came out. He watched her as she stared at the brown liquid in the cup, not moving. He wanted to ask her questions, ask her why she'd been up on that hill ready to kill herself. He didn't though. Hisagi could guess anyway. The poor girl's world had fallen apart lately. However Hisagi would never condone ending your own life. It was weak.
"Hi--Hisagi-kun..." Her voice was hoarse and quiet.
"Hm?"
"I... um... wh-why'd you stop me?"
"There's absolutely no reason you should be taking your own life."
"But...! I can't take this anymore. I can't do it. It's too hard..." She dissolved into tears again.
He supressed a sigh and closed his eyes for a brief moment before fixing her with a stern gaze. "I never thought you would be such a weak person." She looked up at him in shock, but he continued, "Taking one's life is the easy way out. It's like cheating on a test because you don't think you know the answers. It's cheap and not only an insult to yourself, but those that care for you. How do you think Hitsugaya-taichou would react? Or Abarai-fukutaichou? Kira-fukutaichou. Even I would be upset and disappointed."
"But..."
"No. There are not 'buts'. suicide is weak, and I wouldn't think that you'd want to be remembered as a weak person, or that those that love you would want to remember you as such. I, myself, like to recall the time you saved me back at the academy. You were strong then."
"E-even so, even back then, it wasn't enough. Back then Aizen-taichou..."
"Yes. He saved us. And now, now he's working to destroy us." He saw her tense up, like she might protest, "Whether or not you want to believe it, it is the truth. You don't have accept it. That is your choice. But you have to be around to make that choice. Things will be difficult, but you have to persevere. The rest of us have to endure it as well. It's not only your captain who betrayed Soul Society. I've always put my faith and trust in Tousen-taichou. It's been very difficult believing that he is my enemy now. Yes, there were times I felt I didn't want to continue living. But I do."
Hinamori lowered her eyes again. She felt foolish. She'd been so caught up in her own pain she forgot that other's had been experiencing the same thing. Hisagi, and Kira as well now that she thought about it. And Matsumoto as well.
"I... I hadn't even thought about it." She looked up at him, "Hisagi-kun... do you think I can do it? Do you think, that maybe... maybe I can be strong again?"
He nodded, "I do."
She smiled then, shakily, and it only lasted a second, but it was enough.
Title: Snowey Heroes
Rating: G
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Arisawa Tatsuki/Ayesagawa Yumichika
Summary: Tatsuki and Yumichika keep crossing paths.
Notes: Themes taken from the community Wicked10. 2/10 maybe.
1. Code Name
It was late and Yumichika needed to be out of the house. Asano's apartment was cramped enough as it was, but then add his sister constantly trying to come onto Ikkaku and it became way too small, way too fast. Yumichika also knew that Ikkaku secetly enjoyed the attention, as much as he pretended to hate it. However Yumichika was not jealous. He just didn't want to have to watch all of that. It was embarrassing. So he'd left.
He came to the park a few blocks down the street. He liked the town at night, when no one was rushing about getting in everybody's way. That was ugly. But when things were quiet, and yes peaceful, they were beautiful. A different kind of beauty then that of a battle.
The park though was not empty. Sitting on one of the benches was a girl. It took him a moment but he recognized her from the highschool. She was one of Kurosaki's friends. Arisawa, if he was remembering correctly. She looked troubled.
"You're out late," he called making his way toward her. She jerked up and to her feet.
"Relax, relax. I'm not going to attack you." After a moment she'd done so. He saw her shoulders fall just a little.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I was just out for a midnight stroll and saw you. That's not a problem is it?"
"No." She turned away from him and was silent for a long time.
"Hey," she finally said. "You know what's going on with Ichigo, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"I can't."
She turned to look at him then, "Why not!?"
"Against orders."
"What orders!? I don't even know where all of you came from. You just show up one day and act like it's perfectly normal. You're like superheroes or something, fighting off those creatures. You guys, and Ichigo, and even Orihime." She lowered her head.
Yumichika studied her tilting his head to the side. After a moment he said, "Then make it up."
"What?" She looked like she might punch him for saying something that made no sense.
"You think we're superheroes, then we are. Give us a story of your own."
"Huh. Okay, if you guys are super heroes, then you need code names."
"Sure."
Arisawa placed her hand on her hip and considered him. She grinned.
"All right then. Your code name is Feather Brow!"
He blinked then frowned, "Absolutely not!"
"Is too!"
"I refuse to have such an ugly name."
"Don't care. Ha ha! Feather Brow. And... Cueball! Yes!"
Yumichika tried to stop her as she continued coming up with ridiculous and ugly names for all of his comraddes but Arisawa wouldn't listen. And in the end he didn't try too hard. She was grinning and laughing now, as compared to when he'd walked up and she'd seemed on the verge of tears. Despite the ugly outcome, maybe he'd done a beautiful thing.
2. Snow
Tatsuki rubbed her hands together real fast trying to warm them up. Sometimes, she thought, their winter uniforms just weren't warm enough. And they certainly didn't keep the heat up enough in the school. You could practically see your own breath during class. She'd wear mittens if it wouldn't make taking notes difficult.
"Did you see that scarf that Okada-chan was wearing?"
"No, I didn't what about it?"
Tatsuki turned at the two voices that had entered the classroom. It was Ayesagawa and Matsumoto, two of the strange transfer students. Matsumoto lookd genuinely curious and Ayesagawa had rolled his eyes toward the ceiling.
"It was absolutely hideous. I wouldn't even give that thing to that one kid on the fourth squad to make fun of him. It's not beautiful at all."
"Oh I see."
She narrowed her eyes at them. He didn't have any right to trash talk another student about the scarf they were wearing. The one he had on was absolutely atrocious in her opinion. It was olive green and orage striped. Olive green didn't look good with anything, and especially not that vibrant orange.
"I might have strangled the audacity out of her with it, had it not meant touching such an ugly thing."
That was it.
"Hey!" she started. "You're not one to talk Ayesagawa. Your scarf's ugly as sin. If you're going to trash talk other people, at least make sure you're not guilty of the same crime. Jeeze!" She turned back around then blew into her hands to warm them up again.
"You know, she has a point." Tatsuki heard Matsumoto say that and smirked. Served him.
~ ~ ~
"Why did it have to snow!" Tatsuki whined as she left school that afternoon.
She slipped her mittens on and rubbed her arms vehemately. She was going to have to start wearing a heaver coat to school now. It was too cold not to. The school sweater was too thin. You would figure that they would make the winter uniforms suited for more cold weather, but it seemed it wasn't the case.
Tatsuki had exited the school campus and was making her way down the street when she felt something around her neck. Immediately she put her hand up incase someone was trying to strangle her, but all she found was a scarf.
"Huh?"
Pulling up the ends of it she saw the ugly olive and pumpkin pattern. Then this was that guy's...
She turned to yell at him. Or to thank him. She wasn't sure which one yet, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. She looked back at the scarf end.
"Idiot."