[bleach] Facets
Bleach 201, yes? I COULDN'T RESIST. The first Bleach bit I've written sans Hinamori Momo in it in...months. Ahaha. It does have Toushirou, though.
Spoilers for 201 and minor Rukia memories; Not much, no plot, just a moment after Rukia learns its name and type.
It was a strange winter, with the sort of weather that was the most uncomfortable-- not in temperature, though it was cold, but just in general-- in, oh, ambiance; the air was eerily still and frigid and clung to every bit of warmth nearby.
And contrary to popular belief, Hitsugaya Toushirou was not pleased with this. He sat on the hill that overlooked the 10th Division's training grounds with a cup of quickly cooling tea, scowling at the diminishing cloud of steam evaporating from the liquid as if it was the cause of the weather. He preferred it when it snowed-- snow seemed to soften the landscape's harsh edges, but right now, it was just flat. And grey. And just cold.
Before he could grouch at the conditions any longer and seriously consider waking up Hyourinmaru, though, a figure surprisingly not much taller than he settled down next to him. He glanced off to the side and noted the girl-- she was the one who was in 13th Division, right? One of the nobles.
"Evening, Kuchiki," he said.
She gave a start. "Eh-- hello, Captain Hitsugaya."
"I heard you got promoted." He'd congratulate her, but-- it was terribly awkward when he'd overheard that the promotion was partly caused by shifting the seats to fill in the long-since-vacated ones left by the late Vice-Captain and his wife. Not that he listened to the scuttlebutt from the lower seats.
"Yes. Thank you." She shifted uneasily and pulled her scarf closer. He considered offering her some tea, but he didn't usually bother with mindless courtesies.
Toushirou decided to get to the point. "Did you have something to ask?"
Silence, then: "...Yes." She moved her hand to the hilt of her zanpakutou, and he tensed imperceptibly as she removed the sword, scabbard and all, from her sash.
Then he looked again. It was white. He looked up at her.
"She's an ice-element sword," Kuchiki said. He noticed that her hands, folded primly in her lap, were bandaged. The hems of her sleeves were slightly frayed and dark with water.
"You're having trouble controlling her now?"
"...Adjusting, yes. It's a learning experience."
He slung the strap of his own sword over his head and settled it in his lap. "If you listen to the gossip, you probably know that I took out half of the tournament grounds when I started training." (Hyourinmaru grumbled good-naturedly.) Scratching the back of his head-- genius, yes, but being younger-- he wasn't quite accustomed to giving advice. "Just remember while you're exploring her abilities-- and she'll have a lot-- fire has a wider reputation, y'know, but playing with ice...isn't really any less dangerous than playing with fire."
Kuchiki nodded. "I...yes. That makes sense. Thank you."
A small smile broke the noble mask, and her nose twitched as the first snowflake of the season landed on it.
her sword is the awesome!!!1eleventy
(Her sword's scabbard was still not white in the early episodes, was it? Perhaps she didn't discover her shikai-- or bankai, whatever factor made it change that color-- at that time. If so, this drabble is a moot point...it's all so intriguing.)
Spoilers for 201 and minor Rukia memories; Not much, no plot, just a moment after Rukia learns its name and type.
It was a strange winter, with the sort of weather that was the most uncomfortable-- not in temperature, though it was cold, but just in general-- in, oh, ambiance; the air was eerily still and frigid and clung to every bit of warmth nearby.
And contrary to popular belief, Hitsugaya Toushirou was not pleased with this. He sat on the hill that overlooked the 10th Division's training grounds with a cup of quickly cooling tea, scowling at the diminishing cloud of steam evaporating from the liquid as if it was the cause of the weather. He preferred it when it snowed-- snow seemed to soften the landscape's harsh edges, but right now, it was just flat. And grey. And just cold.
Before he could grouch at the conditions any longer and seriously consider waking up Hyourinmaru, though, a figure surprisingly not much taller than he settled down next to him. He glanced off to the side and noted the girl-- she was the one who was in 13th Division, right? One of the nobles.
"Evening, Kuchiki," he said.
She gave a start. "Eh-- hello, Captain Hitsugaya."
"I heard you got promoted." He'd congratulate her, but-- it was terribly awkward when he'd overheard that the promotion was partly caused by shifting the seats to fill in the long-since-vacated ones left by the late Vice-Captain and his wife. Not that he listened to the scuttlebutt from the lower seats.
"Yes. Thank you." She shifted uneasily and pulled her scarf closer. He considered offering her some tea, but he didn't usually bother with mindless courtesies.
Toushirou decided to get to the point. "Did you have something to ask?"
Silence, then: "...Yes." She moved her hand to the hilt of her zanpakutou, and he tensed imperceptibly as she removed the sword, scabbard and all, from her sash.
Then he looked again. It was white. He looked up at her.
"She's an ice-element sword," Kuchiki said. He noticed that her hands, folded primly in her lap, were bandaged. The hems of her sleeves were slightly frayed and dark with water.
"You're having trouble controlling her now?"
"...Adjusting, yes. It's a learning experience."
He slung the strap of his own sword over his head and settled it in his lap. "If you listen to the gossip, you probably know that I took out half of the tournament grounds when I started training." (Hyourinmaru grumbled good-naturedly.) Scratching the back of his head-- genius, yes, but being younger-- he wasn't quite accustomed to giving advice. "Just remember while you're exploring her abilities-- and she'll have a lot-- fire has a wider reputation, y'know, but playing with ice...isn't really any less dangerous than playing with fire."
Kuchiki nodded. "I...yes. That makes sense. Thank you."
A small smile broke the noble mask, and her nose twitched as the first snowflake of the season landed on it.
her sword is the awesome!!!1eleventy
(Her sword's scabbard was still not white in the early episodes, was it? Perhaps she didn't discover her shikai-- or bankai, whatever factor made it change that color-- at that time. If so, this drabble is a moot point...it's all so intriguing.)