[bleach][writing dump] To crack and not-to-crack?
Fanfic FST month over at fst. WOE BETIDE THAT...er...I've never written anything decent over 1000 words?
-shrug- Eh. Any such FST would probably be something along the lines of "She Enjoys Torturing Bleach Character[s]".
Anyway, whew! Hurricane Wilma hit us directly, I spent the better part of a day dragging debris out of the way, and I just recently got power back, but I'll spare you the details-- unless you're on my friendslist. ;D In short, I actually attempted to come up with something HitsuHina-ish in apology to those of my friends who don't support my love!!1 for AizenMomo.
...Whether I actually succeeded is up in the air. At the very least, I got the chance to write more Hitsugaya, which I'm glad for. Suffice it to say that being stuck in the aftermath of a hurricane without power for days provided me with much time to be attacked by bits of inspiration.
Wrote this today; Takes place right at the start of the Arrancar arc. Hitsugaya has some things to say before he goes.
Hitsugaya Toushirou didn't tiptoe about the place. It simply wasn't done; the sky was blue, the 11th Division was messed up, and Captain Hitsugaya walked around much of the Seireitei as if he more or less owned every patch of ground he stepped on for a moment. It was that sort of confidence which allowed him to command a squad of shinigami all decidedly taller than him.
Still, no one was denying him the right to walk very, very carefully toward the office-turned-recovery ward at the end of the Fifth Division compound. Captain Unohana smiled on her way out of the room and put her finger to her lips. "She's sleeping, Captain; please be quiet."
Inwardly scowling at the childish gesture but conceding-- though he was already quiet, feh!-- he nodded, and turned toward the room. Standing in the doorframe until he could no longer feel the spirit energy of the Fourth's captain nearby, he glanced at the room's occupant and found her eyes closed. He was too preoccupied with asking himself why he was there to realise that his hand had moved to touch her hair.
Jerking back to himself with a start, he began to pull his hand away but closed his eyes instead. Oh, no one's around, what does it matter? Kneeling at her side, he crossed his arms and leaned forward against the bed.
Even in sleep, her eyebrows were furrowed and her expression was troubled. Fingers twitching once of their own volition-- as if to smooth away the wrinkles on her face- wait, what?-- he shook his head. "Hinamori, I'm glad you're not awake right now, because it means that you won't make me feel like more of an idiot and I won't hurt you by yelling at you anymore."
"I'm heading down to Karakura, following the ryoka-- well, they'll always be the ryoka. But-- something's going to happen. The Hougyoku's gone, and--" the words caught, then moved on. "--there's- Aizen's probably the driving force behind anything that's going to happen next, Hinamori. We can't just sit and wait for him to make his move but that's all we can do."
"I don't know why you did any-- no, I can guess a hundred things, but only you know why you did what you did. If I see him, though, one of us is going to end up dying. I'm sorry not for what I might do or what he might do, but for what you--"
A pause. What in all frozen hells was he here for? Hitsugaya ran a hand through his ever-scruffy hair. "Soul Society's getting ready for war, and it's real this time. Just...take care, and...don't get swept away again-- just--"
He gave up, and his hand came to rest on hers. "Stay safe, Momo."
Turning and sweeping out of the room the way he came before he could change his mind, he fell into step with Matsumoto, who'd been waiting outside, and their walk to the rendezvous point was silent. Each thought of a different person.
-----
Hinamori Momo remained still, but a tear quickly slid out of the corner of her eye into her hair.
After all, guilt was her only companion now that he'd gone-- guilt for everything. Because while she was worrying for Toushirou and wouldn't know whether that had been the last she'd ever hear from him, she couldn't help but feel--
that he was luckier than her if he just had one last glimpse of Aizen again.
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...Yeah, so, we're not letting me attempt to write angstfluff again. Ever. Did I just OOC a shinigami?
Wrote this before the hurricane. Post-SS arc and completely irreverent. A million and twenty hinted pairings and obscure references. Shinigami commiserating.
The concerned figures of various female officers in the 13 divisions were gathered around a sobbing, quivering heap of fifth-division-officer crumpled on the tatami in an arbitrary female officers' lounge.
"A-and--" *hic* "-I could have sworn that I m-meant something to him--" *sniffle* "b-but he stabbed me and-- and now I'm just hereallbymyseeee--" Hinamori collapsed into Matsumoto, who, in her infinite charity, hugged her tightly and tried not to smother her with her ample chest.
Ise Nanao, sitting on Hinamori's other side, patted her on the back gingerly. Looking vaguely unsettled and as if she wasn't quite sure how to go about being sympathetic, she said uncomfortably, "Well, at least he didn't wear pink."
There was silence as the women present considered this.
"No," Hinamori said with considerable decisiveness considering that she'd been hyperventilating a moment ago, "I think he'd look good in pink."
Standing against the wall near them but at a polite distance, Soi Fong's eyes shifted. "At least sh-- /your/ person hasn't left you for a century."
"He m-might." Glare.
Kotetsu-- Isane, was it?-- handed her a tissue. "Hey, at least he's not dating a guy with a rabid pink pet chipmunk and a thing for blood." (Somewhere, two captains and a ball of supercharged sugar with a vice-captain's rank sneezed.) "Here, have some ice cream. Eating unhealthy amounts of ice cream always makes you feel better." She pushed a conveniently-placed bowl closer to her.
Her sister stopped the bowl. "You're Fourth Division, though. Aren't you supposed to make sure that we stay healthy?" Kiyone asked. "And is ice cream even supposed to exist up here? Or chipmunks?"
"...Plot point," offered Nanao.
Sage nods went about the room.
"Ah," Matsumoto said with the breezy air of the experienced, "at least he didn't completely just use you and lose you."
"...yes he did--"
"At least he wasn't using two people at the same time," a voice cut in.
There was silence as the women present considered someone not a woman.
"Kira," Soi Fong said at last, "what are you doing here?"
Matsumoto waved a hand lazily. "He counts."
"...Oh, okay," said Hinamori. She nodded understandingly.
(it's best to gripe about relationships in good company)
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This can almost be taken as a more serious follow-up to the above; written at the same time before the storm. One year after conclusion of the SS arc. People coping with losses.
It was a year to the day and everything was the same. Everything was also different.
Hitsugaya strode down the corridors and past Matsumoto and Kira getting punch drunk out of their wits sixteen ways to Sunday (and perhaps next Tuesday too), past where he knew Shunsui, Ukitake and Yamamoto-sama were sitting quietly around a pot of tea, past the window overlooking the courtyard where Hisagi and Komamura were looking off into the distance;
he walked outside, past Soi Fong's perch on the rooftop, past where Abarai and the smaller Kuchiki were sleeping against the wall, and turned into the garden- easily missed- that he knew was unwittingly concealed.
Everyone was also coping in different ways.
And there-- there, he found Hinamori (his bed-wetter Momo but so changed, oh), fallen to her knees and staring at the sky, as if just pleading and willing someone long gone to please come back--
The only way he could keep himself from the sight was to pull her close enough to him so he couldn't see the raw anguish in her eyes, and so he did. He held onto her shaking body, whether for his dear life or hers he could no longer tell or care, and silently cursed the man planted in the heavens who had torn his precious person beyond repair.
And even as she clung to her childhood friend and drew strength from his arms, all Momo could think was that ice was just another form of water.
-----
-is shot both for bad writing and non-canon!ship-
Oh, and Bleach 200-- I just. Hitsugaya. So much love for. Gah. Chibi 10th div. captain staring down Arrancar going "Bitch, please."
And Bleach 201-- OKAY YES I AM WRITING SOMETHING WITH THIS NEW KNOWLEDGE COMING UP NEXT
(after I go to tennis practice. What? One of the courts is undamaged-- granted, the fence is bent, but the other courts have trees all over them. Oh, and did you know that wind can snap a metal lightpost? Snap. Twist-and-pull, really.)
-shrug- Eh. Any such FST would probably be something along the lines of "She Enjoys Torturing Bleach Character[s]".
Anyway, whew! Hurricane Wilma hit us directly, I spent the better part of a day dragging debris out of the way, and I just recently got power back, but I'll spare you the details-- unless you're on my friendslist. ;D In short, I actually attempted to come up with something HitsuHina-ish in apology to those of my friends who don't support my love!!1 for AizenMomo.
...Whether I actually succeeded is up in the air. At the very least, I got the chance to write more Hitsugaya, which I'm glad for. Suffice it to say that being stuck in the aftermath of a hurricane without power for days provided me with much time to be attacked by bits of inspiration.
Wrote this today; Takes place right at the start of the Arrancar arc. Hitsugaya has some things to say before he goes.
Hitsugaya Toushirou didn't tiptoe about the place. It simply wasn't done; the sky was blue, the 11th Division was messed up, and Captain Hitsugaya walked around much of the Seireitei as if he more or less owned every patch of ground he stepped on for a moment. It was that sort of confidence which allowed him to command a squad of shinigami all decidedly taller than him.
Still, no one was denying him the right to walk very, very carefully toward the office-turned-recovery ward at the end of the Fifth Division compound. Captain Unohana smiled on her way out of the room and put her finger to her lips. "She's sleeping, Captain; please be quiet."
Inwardly scowling at the childish gesture but conceding-- though he was already quiet, feh!-- he nodded, and turned toward the room. Standing in the doorframe until he could no longer feel the spirit energy of the Fourth's captain nearby, he glanced at the room's occupant and found her eyes closed. He was too preoccupied with asking himself why he was there to realise that his hand had moved to touch her hair.
Jerking back to himself with a start, he began to pull his hand away but closed his eyes instead. Oh, no one's around, what does it matter? Kneeling at her side, he crossed his arms and leaned forward against the bed.
Even in sleep, her eyebrows were furrowed and her expression was troubled. Fingers twitching once of their own volition-- as if to smooth away the wrinkles on her face- wait, what?-- he shook his head. "Hinamori, I'm glad you're not awake right now, because it means that you won't make me feel like more of an idiot and I won't hurt you by yelling at you anymore."
"I'm heading down to Karakura, following the ryoka-- well, they'll always be the ryoka. But-- something's going to happen. The Hougyoku's gone, and--" the words caught, then moved on. "--there's- Aizen's probably the driving force behind anything that's going to happen next, Hinamori. We can't just sit and wait for him to make his move but that's all we can do."
"I don't know why you did any-- no, I can guess a hundred things, but only you know why you did what you did. If I see him, though, one of us is going to end up dying. I'm sorry not for what I might do or what he might do, but for what you--"
A pause. What in all frozen hells was he here for? Hitsugaya ran a hand through his ever-scruffy hair. "Soul Society's getting ready for war, and it's real this time. Just...take care, and...don't get swept away again-- just--"
He gave up, and his hand came to rest on hers. "Stay safe, Momo."
Turning and sweeping out of the room the way he came before he could change his mind, he fell into step with Matsumoto, who'd been waiting outside, and their walk to the rendezvous point was silent. Each thought of a different person.
-----
Hinamori Momo remained still, but a tear quickly slid out of the corner of her eye into her hair.
After all, guilt was her only companion now that he'd gone-- guilt for everything. Because while she was worrying for Toushirou and wouldn't know whether that had been the last she'd ever hear from him, she couldn't help but feel--
that he was luckier than her if he just had one last glimpse of Aizen again.
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...Yeah, so, we're not letting me attempt to write angstfluff again. Ever. Did I just OOC a shinigami?
Wrote this before the hurricane. Post-SS arc and completely irreverent. A million and twenty hinted pairings and obscure references. Shinigami commiserating.
The concerned figures of various female officers in the 13 divisions were gathered around a sobbing, quivering heap of fifth-division-officer crumpled on the tatami in an arbitrary female officers' lounge.
"A-and--" *hic* "-I could have sworn that I m-meant something to him--" *sniffle* "b-but he stabbed me and-- and now I'm just hereallbymyseeee--" Hinamori collapsed into Matsumoto, who, in her infinite charity, hugged her tightly and tried not to smother her with her ample chest.
Ise Nanao, sitting on Hinamori's other side, patted her on the back gingerly. Looking vaguely unsettled and as if she wasn't quite sure how to go about being sympathetic, she said uncomfortably, "Well, at least he didn't wear pink."
There was silence as the women present considered this.
"No," Hinamori said with considerable decisiveness considering that she'd been hyperventilating a moment ago, "I think he'd look good in pink."
Standing against the wall near them but at a polite distance, Soi Fong's eyes shifted. "At least sh-- /your/ person hasn't left you for a century."
"He m-might." Glare.
Kotetsu-- Isane, was it?-- handed her a tissue. "Hey, at least he's not dating a guy with a rabid pink pet chipmunk and a thing for blood." (Somewhere, two captains and a ball of supercharged sugar with a vice-captain's rank sneezed.) "Here, have some ice cream. Eating unhealthy amounts of ice cream always makes you feel better." She pushed a conveniently-placed bowl closer to her.
Her sister stopped the bowl. "You're Fourth Division, though. Aren't you supposed to make sure that we stay healthy?" Kiyone asked. "And is ice cream even supposed to exist up here? Or chipmunks?"
"...Plot point," offered Nanao.
Sage nods went about the room.
"Ah," Matsumoto said with the breezy air of the experienced, "at least he didn't completely just use you and lose you."
"...yes he did--"
"At least he wasn't using two people at the same time," a voice cut in.
There was silence as the women present considered someone not a woman.
"Kira," Soi Fong said at last, "what are you doing here?"
Matsumoto waved a hand lazily. "He counts."
"...Oh, okay," said Hinamori. She nodded understandingly.
(it's best to gripe about relationships in good company)
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This can almost be taken as a more serious follow-up to the above; written at the same time before the storm. One year after conclusion of the SS arc. People coping with losses.
It was a year to the day and everything was the same. Everything was also different.
Hitsugaya strode down the corridors and past Matsumoto and Kira getting punch drunk out of their wits sixteen ways to Sunday (and perhaps next Tuesday too), past where he knew Shunsui, Ukitake and Yamamoto-sama were sitting quietly around a pot of tea, past the window overlooking the courtyard where Hisagi and Komamura were looking off into the distance;
he walked outside, past Soi Fong's perch on the rooftop, past where Abarai and the smaller Kuchiki were sleeping against the wall, and turned into the garden- easily missed- that he knew was unwittingly concealed.
Everyone was also coping in different ways.
And there-- there, he found Hinamori (his bed-wetter Momo but so changed, oh), fallen to her knees and staring at the sky, as if just pleading and willing someone long gone to please come back--
The only way he could keep himself from the sight was to pull her close enough to him so he couldn't see the raw anguish in her eyes, and so he did. He held onto her shaking body, whether for his dear life or hers he could no longer tell or care, and silently cursed the man planted in the heavens who had torn his precious person beyond repair.
And even as she clung to her childhood friend and drew strength from his arms, all Momo could think was that ice was just another form of water.
-----
-is shot both for bad writing and non-canon!ship-
Oh, and Bleach 200-- I just. Hitsugaya. So much love for. Gah. Chibi 10th div. captain staring down Arrancar going "Bitch, please."
And Bleach 201-- OKAY YES I AM WRITING SOMETHING WITH THIS NEW KNOWLEDGE COMING UP NEXT
(after I go to tennis practice. What? One of the courts is undamaged-- granted, the fence is bent, but the other courts have trees all over them. Oh, and did you know that wind can snap a metal lightpost? Snap. Twist-and-pull, really.)